Before becoming an adventurer, Gary was a robber. It wasn't even called "Gary" before, in fact it didn't even have a name at the time. But so what? As a goblin living deep in the forest, this is a very common thing.

At the time, Gary and his two brothers loved to rob people who were traveling alone near the forest. Because human beings on the go always carry some delicious food with them, and to Gary and his brothers, anything better than **** berries and insects is called gourmet food, oatmeal cookies, lemon cake, black sausage, and smoked pork chops. .....

Pork chops are the best, even better than gold coins. Because even if they grab that shiny metal, they have nowhere to spend. Even now, Gary can't help drooling at the thought of pork chops.

Although the rewards are good, robbery is also a job that comes with great risks. Because humans are tall, much taller than goblins, they are only able to deal with the lone pedestrians.

Gary's eldest brother has a rusty sickle, which is a very powerful weapon, at least stronger than a branch. Through the mottled rust, you can even see a little of the luster of the iron itself from the blade of the sickle, which is very rare.

This powerful sickle was stolen by Gary's eldest brother from a certain farmer. For this reason, his eldest brother was chased all the way by the farmer's dog and was bitten badly. Escape from the mouth of that "fierce beast" was something that its elder brother had always been proud of during his lifetime.

As for Gary and his other brother, the weapons in their hands are usually only a short branch with green leaves, or a few stones picked up at random.

The business of robbery is not easy to do. Faced with the disadvantage of numbers, those travelers will usually cut their clothes with a sickle, or hit their forehead with a stone, and then throw their bags and run away in panic. But sometimes, they also resist, or encounter helpers by accident.

Most of the people who can resist are somewhat sure of their own skills, and a long sword of steel is much more effective than a sickle and a branch. That's how Gary's eldest and second brothers died. The long sword easily pierced the chest of its eldest brother, and cut off the head of its second brother, and blood sprayed the face of the tall "perpetrator", which gave Gary a little time to escape.

Gary ran in a panic, as a goblin, you can't expect it to have something insignificant like "courage". At that time, there was no other emotion in his heart other than fear.

It ran desperately with its eyes closed, until its feet seemed to be about to break, and when breathing, its throat was as dry as a blade had gone. It was exhausted, lying on the grass somewhere, panting, the moon and stars filling the sky.

Fortunately, the "perpetrator" didn't chase after him. When he was breathing and regaining his strength, Gary saw a tall minaret through the cold and bright moonlight...

"What are you thinking?" A human slapped the goblin on the head, pulling him back from his memory.

"I'm thinking about the golden rum that I drank at noon, the taste!" Gary sorted out the crooked hood on his head and smacking his lips, as if he was missing the wonderful wine.

He doesn't want to talk to anyone about the things in his memory, whether it's in the forest or in the steeple...

"Come on, four people pool money to drink a glass of wine, and even the poorest kobold will laugh out loud!" The person who patted his head pouted and said sarcastically, "Even if you are a goblin and don't care about your face, but Also think about the reputation of our team! When other adventurers in Muya city-state mentioned the name of our "good helper" adventure team, I don't want them to think of such shabby things first!"

"You can't say that, Weimar, it's the special golden rum of Qingting Island! I heard that only wine that has been stored for more than ten years can slowly develop that charming amber color!" Gary's human companion who pooled money to drink together said in a dissatisfied tone: "That one glass is enough for you to drink rye beer for a few months."

"I repeat, William, please call me Sir Weimar!" Weimar emphasized. "I am your head and you should all respect me!"

"Jazz is not hereditary. Your father is a jazz, it doesn't mean you are too!" William disagreed. "Besides, this is the city-state of Muya, and the Sir is no more respected here than the bartender. I'm not talking about it, Gary."

Gary didn't want to get involved in such a quarrel. He was a goblin and the lowest intelligent race in the entire continent, so he didn't want to offend anyone, or in other words, any human being.

This is the city-state of Muya, the ruler of the continent - the city-state directly under the Magic Association, where almost all races can live in "harmonious" under the whip of the mages: you can even see the drow and the forest here The elves talk about love, you can see the ogre bartender politely recommending a variety of pre-dinner wines for you, and you can see the troll wearing a dress and spraying perfume at the dance...

But even so, Gary was always cautious, for fear of offending anyone, or in other words, any human being. Because the Magic Association is the magic association of humans and has nothing to do with other races in the continent, so in other words, humans are also the masters of the continent.

"Let's hurry up and pick up the task." He changed the subject. "With gold coins, there is no problem."

"That's right," agreed William, "so that our Weimar can, like his father, spend a sum of money to buy a knighthood after his name! I heard that the desert kingdom to the north— Takara, a jazz only..."

"Shut up!" Weimar 'Sir' was a little annoyed. "When I came out of my hometown, I really shouldn't have brought you with me!"

"That's because you can't do anything without me."

What a meaningless quarrel, Gary quietly took a few steps away from the two of them, focusing on the search task. The people in the team are still friendly, which is particularly important for Gary, a goblin, but there are not many reliable ones.

The Adventurer's Guild of Muya City-state publishes thousands of tasks every day, and those tasks are posted on a row of task boards for adventurers to choose.

Countless magical runes were engraved on the guild's tall, cross-arch-shaped dome. The runes flickered brightly and dimly.

When you stand by the windows carved with hollow patterns and look out through the bright glass, what you see is not the neat and wide streets of Muya city-state, but a soft light. Because the Adventurer's Guild is in a folded half plane, although it looks like an ordinary tavern from the outside, when you open the door and enter the interior, you will find the grandeur with a mysterious atmosphere. and grand.

The adventurers were bustlingly wandering among the various task boards. Gary used his small body to pass through the gaps of the adventurers, and glanced at the task parchments after another:

"Look for 12 ghost mushrooms that have released spores on the full moon..." No, that thing only exists in the cemetery where the undead come and go, and it grows by the breath of the undead. But the people on their team, from Sir Weimar to Gary himself, all have a small problem of being afraid of 'ghosts'.

Whenever he thinks of the 'things' that still exist in the world after death, the ethereal or the hoarse howl, the flickering soul fire in their skulls, Gary's body trembles and can't stop. shudder.

An ordinary skeleton once blocked the only way for their mission, which caused everyone to dare not step forward, including the big man in the team who dared to wrestle with the iron-backed bear. In the end, thanks to the old horse pulling the cart in the team, the "horrible" little skeleton was gently smashed with its front hooves, and the problem was solved...

"Hunting 5 giant snails in Kanda swamp...", Gary saw a task that made his heart a little bit. Their team should be able to complete this task. The giant snail is not easy to deal with, but the danger itself is not too high. However, the danger of this mission is not the five giant snails, but the rotten place full of poisonous gas and poison in Kanda Swamp.

The reward for the mission is very generous, and the danger is clear at a glance. Gary grabbed his pointed nose with his left hand, hesitant in his heart. Just as he was about to call the others over and count them together, a large, sturdy hand preemptively took off the task parchment in front of Gary.

The goblin raised his head and looked up along the big hand. The owner of the big hand was a tauren whose horns were full of iron nails.

The tauren sneered at the goblin: "I want this mission, little guy."

"It's yours!" Gary made a 'please' gesture without expressing any dissatisfaction: "I wish you more gold coins than goblins!"

"I like what you said, little guy." The tauren seemed to enjoy Gary's compliment: "If you encounter any trouble, you can call my name." After the tauren finished speaking, he took the parchment to find the task in the hall. Registered staff.

"At least you should tell me your name," Gary shrugged, muttering to himself. He knew that it was just a perfunctory polite remark, and he didn't take it seriously.

After the episode, he continued to look for a suitable task.

"High-level Mage Albert is looking for 5 experimenters to develop a new type of alchemy potion..." Gary quickly skipped this task as soon as he read the beginning. The life in the spire once again came to his mind, making his heart beat involuntarily.

The owner of that spire, also a mage, made Gary worship and fear from the bottom of his heart. He didn't dare to recall the various experiments that happened to him, and the spells of enlightened wisdom that turned him from 'it' to 'he'...

Wisdom-enlightening spells are not a gift or a privilege, and Gary is just one of a dozen lucky ones out of hundreds of experiments. And the rest of the kobolds, gnolls, and Gary's innumerable fellow goblins, who "voluntarily" participated in the experiment like Gary, were mostly demented and fed to a room in the spire. of unknown beasts.

Although Gary had never seen the beast, he was sure that it was a real beast, not the farmer's dog chasing his elder brother...

He sifted through task after task, a job that required both patience and a lot of knowledge. Although Gary is a goblin, he is also the most "knowledgeable" in the "good helper" adventure team, thanks to the unbearable life in the minaret.

The sudden burst of whispers from fellow adventurers around pulled Gary's attention out of the quest board. He raised his head and followed the gaze of a human adventurer with a longbow beside him. It was the focus of discussion among the people around - it was a four-person team led by a wandering mage.

The team did not stop after entering, and walked directly into the blue light curtain not far away. After that, the surrounding adventurers made various sounds of envy, sarcasm, and admiration.

Only those teams with a high enough level of adventurers and extraordinary strength can enter the blue light curtain to select tasks. I heard that the tasks inside really explain what high risk and high reward are. The group of people Gary knew, the adventurer team seemed to be called 'Dirty Fiction'.

Maybe one day I will be able to enter the light curtain under the complicated eyes of the people around me, and while drinking the delicious wine brought by the waiter, I will slowly choose the right task according to my own mind. The goblin adventurer longed in his heart.

However, there are more realistic things to do now. If the next mission does not bring huge rewards, let alone the golden wine of Qingting Island, even rye beer may have to be drunk by a few people. a cup. That would be really embarrassing.

The goblin shook his head and prepared to continue his previous work, but at this moment, he found that the entire Adventurer's Guild suddenly darkened, and then a deep purple lightning appeared from the void, accompanied by a harsh roar, flowing through After removing all the task boards, it was inexplicably returned to nothingness.

The whole process only lasted for a moment, which made Gary wonder if the stamina of drinking that glass of wine at noon had come up, so that he was a little dazzled.

But the low voices of adventurers around him quickly dispelled Gary's doubts. He wasn't the only one who saw the strange scene, he thought to himself.

Not only that, but the construct golems standing behind each quest registrant also started at the same time: the magic furnace on the chests of the golems began to run rapidly, providing huge energy for these cold constructs, Pairs of crystal eyes sparkling with scarlet light began to scan all the adventurers in the hall.

This scene made all the adventurers stop what they were doing, standing still, not even daring to take a breath, including our good goblin, Gary.

He has seen more than once some new, unruly adventurers make threats to the registrant of the mission, or disturb the order in the guild. And these unruly 'newcomers' are without exception, UU reading www. uukanshu.com was smashed to pieces by those powerful constructs, and the scene was very unappetizing.

These big metal guys with crystal luster are powerful and agile, and they are not afraid of swords. They are the purest killing machines.

The things that mages create are always dangerous, and they are even more dangerous themselves.

The tense atmosphere did not last long. After two heartbeats, a mage suddenly appeared in the air in the hall. He was wearing a dark red mage robe, and there seemed to be lava flowing on the robe, and the surrounding air was contorted by the high temperature on his robe.

The mage looked around in the air and frowned again, as if thinking about something. After taking two breaths, he waved his hand casually. Following his movements, all the construct golems returned to their original positions, and the scarlet light in his eyes dimmed, returning to a statue that looked like a decoration. used statue.

The mage's departure was as abrupt as his appearance, but all adventurers took it for granted. Mage, no matter how weird their behavior is, it will be reasonable for them.

After the Master left, everything seemed to be back to normal, as if nothing had happened.

But Gary, who has seen the "big scene", doesn't think so. From the number of seven-pointed stars on the mage's left cuff, Gary can tell that he is a high-level mage, and from the expression of the high-level mage See, he seems a little confused.

In Gary's cognition, things that can confuse even a high-level mage, let alone on the continent of the main material world, are rare in the entire multiverse.

What exactly happened just now? The learned goblin thought to himself with some curiosity.