Open Your Quest Log Chapter 7

The barbarian adventurer squeezed in from the crowd with his tall and burly body, ignoring the dissatisfaction and curses of the people around him.

When Barrett came to the front like a rhino, he saw a half-elf standing by the pavement, talking loudly to the many adventurers around him. And in the shadow to the left of the half-elf, there was a small dwarf hiding. The dwarf deftly turned a sharp dagger in his hand, while breathing from time to time.

Behind the half-elf sat an ogre who looked a lot taller than Barrett. The ogre was sitting on the paved tree stump chair, eating the steaming pig stew in the basin. miscellaneous. The ogre scooped up the stewed and tender pork liver and lungs directly from the large pot with his hands, and the most were the sections of pig intestines with both ends sealed and stuffed with garlic and onions.

These pig offal were stuffed into the mouth of the ogre one by one, and it ate very quickly, regardless of the scalding temperature of the food.

The ogre was wearing a tightly wrapped full-body armor. From the metallic color reflected from the armor, Barrett could see that it should be mixed with magic iron, and maybe even a small amount of mithril. The price of this armor is definitely not cheap, but more importantly, the amazing weight cannot be supported by anyone, let alone move around while wearing it.

On the chair opposite the glutton sat a middle-aged man in a tan robe with pale gold patterns. This man did not eat pig offal like his ogre companions, but held a slender handle in his hand. A pipe made of briar root nodules, smoking shredded tobacco leisurely.

Looking at the special style of the robe and the strange temperament emanating from the man, Barrett guessed that the smoking man should be a mage.

He has not seen many mages, he can count them with ten fingers, but it is very easy to distinguish mages from ordinary people-all mages have a kind of indescribable difference in words. Different, there is an inexplicable faint sense of oppression.

That's not a psychological effect. Barrett heard that people with strong souls will naturally exude a kind of coercion, and the souls of mages are constantly tempered by magic power, and with the improvement of time and level, more and more powerful.

But this man who is suspected to be a mage did not print the seven-pointed star pattern on the left cuff of his robe, like his counterparts in the magic association, which made Barritt a little uncertain about his guess.

A strange team composed of a suspected mage, an ogre, a half-elf, and a gnome, and Barrett felt as if he had seen this group of people somewhere.

The barbarian searched carefully in his mind, and finally found a clue in a corner: before he went to the underground world, in the Adventurers Association of Muya city-state, he had met with this group of people. These people seem to be frequent visitors of the Adventurers Association in the Muya city-state, and often go to pick up special tasks that are difficult for ordinary adventurers to receive.

What are they doing here? Barrett was a little confused. Muya is in the center of the continent, and above it is the old lair of the Magic Association, the sky dome, and the floating city - Al-Safir.

In terms of the number of tasks, the variety of tasks, and the rich rewards, the Muya city-state is unmatched by any other place. Moreover, the environment is cleaner and the procedures for tasks are more formal, because the mages are the least likely to be chaotic and disorderly.

In Muya city-state, even kobolds and goblins are polite. If you put on a dress and a lacquered cane, you can hardly tell them apart from those in the human kingdom. What is the difference between aristocrats...

As for the 'Bay of Pigs', it is in the westernmost part of the Griffin Kingdom. The Griffin Kingdom is located in the lower left corner of the mainland. The distance between the 'Bay of Pigs' and Muya is really not that close. Of course, these people will certainly not come on foot or by horse-drawn carriage, which could take months on the road.

There is also a faster way to travel, which was the one that Barrett chose when he went to Muya city-state. Although in terms of price, it will make people feel a heartache and want to die, but I have to say that it is really fast. In just a moment, you can cross a distance of thousands of miles.

The teleportation circle, a nearly perfect way to travel, except for the price.

"We will pay 50 gold coins in advance as a reward! Remember, it is in advance!" Barret heard the half-elf repeatedly shouting to the surrounding adventurers: "If the mission is successful, we will pay an additional 100 gold coins after returning! And the mission All your non-mission gains along the way belong to you personally!"

They actually paid in advance!

Ha, Barret somewhat despised these 'half-handed' strange adventurers in his heart. Saying that they are half-baked is not a denial of their strength. As long as they are not the kind of guys who have no eyes or no brains, they can see that these new faces must be good at skills, and the cannibal wearing full-body armor Demons know that they are not easy to provoke just by looking at them. No one wants to become the pot of stewed pig offal in front of the ogres, and no one wants to use their own lives to prove whether the ogre race still eats people.

But what about this? This is a dirty 'Bay of Pigs', not the Muya city-state that does everything by the rules. These people have been walking on the wide, flat road paved with bluestone for too long, and they no longer know how to move forward on the muddy road full of sewage and feces.

"I! I can absolutely!" An adventurer raised his hand high with a very positive expression.

"I once stayed in the foggy forest for ten days!" Another adventurer boasted of himself.

"I've stayed for twenty days!" Someone was not to be outdone.

"I've been there for months!" This is a lie, and anyone who knows a little about the misty forest can tell the difference. Unless, the listener is an outsider who doesn't understand anything.

"Have you been in the belly of a monster for several months?" Someone sarcastically said.

"My XX will stay in your mother's belly longer!" The liar's popularity retorted in a panic, causing a burst of laughter.

The adventurers around are eagerly signing up, but Barrett believes that as soon as they get the money, you will probably never find them again.

This way of recruiting is wrong, he denied it in his heart. The adventurers here are like the most cunning winter wolves, they can only hunt hard if they are left hungry. If you feed them all before hunting, then this group of people will only try their best to be lazy in various ways, which they are better at.

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However, the half-elf was not disturbed by the noisy adventurers around him. His eyes scanned the entire crowd from right to left, and then carefully observed from left to right.

He weighed it, and his eyes showed nitpicking, like picking out a weapon in a blacksmith's shop. In other words, these enthusiastic adventurers are no different from the weapons hanging in the blacksmith shop. The only difference is that the weapons need to be used by people, while the adventurers need gold coins to drive.

In the end, the half-elf set his sights on Barrett.

The barbarian adventurer is undoubtedly the kind of person who can attract people's attention. People will always pay attention to him because of his burly body, and then they will marvel at the ugly scar on his throat, and lament that such an injury can't kill him. He, in the end, will notice the steel-like perseverance and composure of the barbarian.

Barrett found that the half-elf was watching him, and he didn't want to get involved, no matter what these people wanted to do. So he turned back and said, "Sorry, I didn't intend to..."

"Young man, come and sit down." The middle-aged man smoking a pipe interrupted Barrett and waved to him, "I can see that you are different from most people, and I want to consult you about something. ."

I? young people? Barrett felt a little funny in his heart. Maybe ten years ago. He was thirty-seven this year, maybe thirty-eight, he didn't remember very well, and he didn't care. Although the normal life expectancy of human beings on this continent can reach more than 100 years old, the adventure career of more than ten years still makes Barrett feel a little old in his heart.

Besides, you don't look much older than me, Barrett thought to himself. But he didn't reject the man's request, and he didn't know why.

Chapter end