,"
"By the way, where are Rickon and Hans. Are they up too? Where are they?"
After walking for a while, I finally remembered that if Arius were here, then her team would be there. Hans and the others should also have rested. As for why, they are sure that Ricken's team will also show up. that is because,,
Well, it’s hard to say. Should it be classified as talking about mortal enemies? What about gay friends? Telepathy or what?
Sure enough, Alius nodded his head. My eyes kept wandering up and down on the book in my hand and on my face, because there is vertical height up and down. So she looked like she was nodding all the time, and in the eyes of other passers-by, she looked like a weird character looking at men nodding.
"Pop. One sound, I'll hit."
"Woo"
"Hey, hey, don't squat down on the street with your head in your hands, you idiot!".
I was really helpless towards this little animal-like natural fujoshi. I pulled up the cape and hood on her back and covered her in the blink of an eye. He turned into an assassin exuding the breath of ice.
All Chuanli has changed is her face, how good she is. Temperament can be transformed instantly
Under the leadership of the cold Arius, we finally arrived in front of a bar.
Ahem, please explain in advance. But it wasn’t because Aleus led me there, it was just because I had something I had to buy and I went to the trade area. After taking a detour, I just happened to meet this damn rotten girl.
However, the scene in front of the bar made us quite embarrassed. A sea of adventurers crowded in front of the bar, seemingly fighting for something. A middle-aged man who looked like the owner of the bar stood in the distance, wanting to cry.
"Come on, come on, fresh grilled chicken wings."
"Hot burgers, hot burgers, the taste will be reduced when they are cold, so what are you waiting for!".
Amidst the commotion, two unusually familiar shouts sounded.
This makes me feel so embarrassed.
"What, what's going on?
I turned around and asked Aleus, pointing to the noisy shouts of Hans and Ricken in the crowd.
"Please don't mind" this is a common occurrence. "
At some point, Alius had already taken off his cloak and hat. He was still holding a few pieces of chicken wings and a hamburger in his hands, chewing with his cheeks twitching, and responded vaguely. So fast! This guy is so fast! This is too fast, bastard! Is it because his teammates are used to this kind of scene and they have a delicate figure and are agile and are assassins? So you can break into the crowd and get the winning product within the time it takes me to say a word? The cloak and hat fell off, as well as the messy fiery red hair with a few dull hairs sticking up. Was it also the result of being forced in?
None of these are important, at least give me one! !
"Teacher, come on,"
As if he heard the cry of my heart, Aleus stretched out his oily little hand and generously gave me the fried chicken nuggets and burgers in his hand.
"oh oh"
I can't thank you enough for this kind of crowded scene where barbarians and paladins are crowded together, the druid transforms into a bear-man and charges, the wizard turns on the ice-sealed armor to demonstrate, and the necromancer summons the stone devil to kill all the muscles and sweat. , I really don’t have the guts to participate.
The most important thing is that while I can take advantage of the results to fry chicken legs and hamburgers, I can finally stuff the damn sleeping book in my hand into the corner of the inventory so that it will never be used.
"It doesn't matter"
Aleus patted the food remnants on his hands, wiped his hands, raised his head, and looked at the scene of crowds of people, sweat dripping, and muscles squeezing. His eyes suddenly sparkled, and he waved his hand, and at some point, there was already a notebook and a quill.
"Ten, ten" more materials and "ten, ten" more inspirations.
Squat down in a corner for the best viewing. The quill that fell on the notebook brought up the afterimages. The originally blank notebook pages were printed at the same speed as printing, leaving behind beautiful pages.
.
I should have expected this damn rotten girl to react like this.
I seem to have a relationship with two strange teams. Is it really okay? However, the fried chicken legs and burgers really tasted nothing to say.
While silently eating the chicken nugget burger in my hand, I looked at the adventurers who had won the victory from a distance. After taking a bite, one by one turned into a black willow, or turned into a fire-breathing spinning turtle and flew away. Get up, or fall directly on the road without breath, or a peacock fog pops out of the cracked mask, etc., etc., just like the various situations in life.
The bar owner cried.
Very good, it's time to stop these guys who don't look like adults.
Licking my greasy fingers, I turned away and came to a deserted corner. It's a pity that there is no phone booth in the dark world, otherwise it would be more perfect. Thinking with regret, I put my cloak on me, pulled up my hat, and walked around the corner. out.
"Hey! What are you doing here?!"
With a loud rebuke, all the adventurers turned their heads. After a few seconds of dull eyes, someone in the crowd said "No, it's the messenger." Then, hundreds of adventurers crowded together suddenly turned into flying sparrows. . They disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, leaving only Ricken and Hans in white aprons, each holding a plate with fried chicken legs and hamburgers in their hands, standing there stiffly.
"Really, do you know how much trouble this will cause to the bar owner?"
After scaring the adventurers away, I took off my cloak and hat and scolded the two of them.
The bar boss Huan burst into tears when he heard this. I looked around, but finally a leader came to make the decision for me, otherwise the bar business would be impossible.
"This guy started it all, saying that my burgers are not as good as his fried chicken legs!"
Hans Ranyan suddenly
"Nonsense. If you hadn't first said that you are the best in fried carrion, would I have said that?"
Rickon also stared.
"It's not rotten meat, it's fried chicken legs. The most delicious fried chicken legs in the world. How many times do I have to tell you this before you, the fly seller, understand?"
"You are a fly, and your whole family is a fly!!"
"You are carrion, your whole family is carrion!!"
Is "that" boss open for business now? Can I go in? "
Ignoring the quarrels and scuffles between the colonel and the leader, I asked the bar owner who was standing blankly aside.
"Of course, please come in, please come in. It is my honor for you to come to my bar."
The bar owner quickly opened the door of the stylish bar. As a series of crisp bells rang, the maids and waitresses who had been waiting inside lined up in two rows. He bowed neatly with a smile.
"welcome."
Oh, isn't this well done? It would be even more perfect if the lines could be changed to welcome back the master.
"Brother Wu, wait for us." Hans and Ricken, who didn't know when the quarrel ended, quickly followed with their team.
"You guys recovered pretty quickly."
After everyone sat down around a table, I took the juice from the maid and smiled at the two teams.
Among the 50,000 to 60,000 adventurers in the entire Western Kingdom who participated in the battle, at least four-fifths of them are currently sleeping soundly in hotels or their own tents. "Hmph, this bit of fighting is just a piece of cake for us as a team of top adventurers."
Ricken coolly touched the neat white beard on his chin and said.
"That's probably because he is good at cooking, so he was sent to the kitchen to cook for the soldiers who fought bloody battles. Of course he is not tired anymore."
Hans laughed from the side.
"Hello, sir."
Rickon heard this. Sneer a few times.
"Didn't you have diarrhea just after the battle started because you ate something you made? Didn't it last until the end of the battle? Fighting hard with the stomach is also hard work. Our Captain Hans has shed a lot of blood and sweat. Everyone No more jokes."
"What did you say? Didn't I stand on the wall properly during the battle?" Hans glared.
"Then your dog eyes saw that I wasn't under the city wall?" Not to be outdone, Ricken stood up and glared back.
These two stubborn guys are here again,
"By the way, when talking about that battle, I always think of one thing. Brother Wu, do you know?"
I came here for a while, probably tired of the quarrel with Hans. Ricken suddenly turned around and asked, immediately attracting everyone's attention.
"whats the matter?"
I raised my head differently, and by the way, I looked at the head of Aleus who was lowering his head and mumbling something. Here comes a powerful roll.
"It was the white light that suddenly appeared before the battle ended, the day before the monster army retreated."
Well,,
I'm talking about the sacred realm that the little ghost created by borrowing my body.
"It's amazing what kind of power that is."
Hans and the others were also clicking their tongues. I don’t know how many thousands of years have passed since the first generation of saints. The Saint's unique skill "Holy Domain" has naturally long since disappeared from the records. These guys saw it for the first time, so it would be strange not to make a fuss.
"I want to ask."
Ricken suddenly looked at me with shining eyes.
"Brother Wu, do you know that person?"
You should know "this". "I scratched my head and responded with a smile.
"Actually, I've been thinking," Could that person be you, Brother Wu? "
"No, no, no, why do you think so?"
I shook my head quickly, joking. I don't want to be called a holy messenger or anything like that. Anyway, it’s really not me who uses the sacred realm.
"Really? That's strange. Based on my judgment of where the white light came from, it should be the remote corner where Brother Wu likes to hide. Could it be that I guessed wrong."
Seeing that my expression didn't look fake, Ricken blinked in confusion.
What do you mean I like to nest in remote corners? This Fried Chicken Leg Knight really said something very rude.
"If it's not you, then who should it be?" Ricken asked unwillingly.
"You seem very enthusiastic?"
I'm a little curious about Ricken's persistence. He's not usually like this.
"That's right,"
Ricken also seemed a little confused. He scratched his neatly trimmed white hair and spoke after a while.
"How should I put this? When the white light comes over, the body feels warm. For us Paladins, it is not just the increase in strength, but also a sense of belonging. It is roughly like this Feel it.”
Ricken cast his gaze on Paladin Baal aside, and saw that he was also nodding in agreement with an excited look on his face, and he couldn't help but become more and more sure.
It turns out that this is the case. It’s not that I can’t understand the meaning of Ricken’s words. I once read some of Princess Sanwu’s few serious books about the origins of the seven major professions, and I have a general understanding of them.
The profession of Paladin actually appeared in response to the appearance of the Saint. In short, because of the emergence of the first-generation Saint, as the only profession to protect her and obey the orders of the Saint, it was a matter of course that the Paladin profession appeared. .
It can be said that the Paladins were the Saint's private army. At that time, they were known as the Saint's Guards. It's just that the saint's profession only lasted for one generation. There was no follow-up, but the Paladin profession was passed down from generation to generation.
In the end, almost everyone forgot the origin of the Paladins and directly classified them into the Holy See Guards.
Now, the second-generation saint, the gorgeous little ghost Yi Shoe, appears as a paladin profession. They can sense the long-lost Yuhi girl! The wonderful feeling between the two is not surprising, but they, who have always existed as simple guardians of the saints, cannot correctly understand this wonderful sense of belonging.
When he came back to his senses, he didn't know that because of Ricken's troubling question, the adventurers in the entire bar had already started discussing it.
At some point, many adventurers gathered in the bar, probably hundreds of them. Originally, everyone was talking about their own things, but now they are quarreling over the issue of Ricken.
"I think that's the messenger, it's absolutely true," an adventurer said categorically.
"Because every time the messenger appears on the city wall, he likes to stay in that inconspicuous corner.
I:
That’s right, it turns out that in the minds of other adventurers, I have become a cornered person.”
"Nonsense...
The net of words fell away, and the barbarian opposite him sprayed foam all over his face.
"That kind of holy brilliance is clearly the power of light. Have you forgotten? The messenger transformed into the form of the blood-red giant bear. How can the two be combined?"
The other adventurers nodded. Even I was secretly surprised. It seems that barbarians are not all stupid. The analysis in front of me is reasonable and well-founded.
"I don't think so either. "
The elegant mage gently put down the cup in his hand and said.
"At that time, I was very close to the place where the light appeared, so I could see it very clearly.
Hearing what the mage said, everyone immediately held their breath and looked at each other eagerly. It is said that hearing a hundred times is better than seeing it. In the blink of an eye, the words of this mage became authoritative.
"Yes, I saw it at that time. Wrapped in a sacred halo, the man unfolded a pair of white angel wings. The wizard took a deep breath. Still unable to suppress his excitement, he announced with a slightly passionate voice.
"Could it be that angels came down to help us?"
The adventurers all stared at each other, which was not like the behavior of those angels who would not show up easily until the moment of death.
"I don't think so."
The wizard who had clearly guided the answer to the angel's side shook his head at this time.
"Who is that? You can tell me." The impatient barbarian in the crowd couldn't help but urge.
"Although I just glanced at it accidentally. But I can see that the pair of angel wings are not physical, but composed of energy, so I think it cannot be an angel, but..."
After another pause to whet his appetite, the wizard said with absolute certainty.
"I think it should be a profession with light attributes. Of course, it is definitely not a paladin. I don't need to say more about the skills of a paladin."
"Then, just like the Paladin, a bird can still have wings?"
I don't know who said something, and the whole bar burst into laughter. The adventurer of the Paladin profession had a bad look on his face, looking around, trying to find the speaker and drag him out to the corner to greet him.
"Then who do you think he is?" After laughing. Someone continued to ask.
"Let me see," the wizard said after pondering for a moment.
"Maybe it's some profession that has disappeared, such as a priest or something, or maybe it's some special profession."
Everyone was in an uproar again.
Special occupations are no longer a very mysterious thing in the eyes of adventurers. This is thanks to the martial arts tournament a few years ago. After that tournament. The most discussed topics, apart from the topic of champion Carlos, are the special professions that have emerged from various races. The emergence of these special professions has convinced more adventurers that there are definitely many unknown masters in this world.
No, it’s not just this era. During the tens of thousands of years of prison invasion, if we dig out those masters who have hidden themselves and made silent contributions, there will definitely be not just seven heroes, but dozens of heroes and hundreds of heroes. Uncertain, of course, the only thing no one denies is Tarasha's unsurpassed power and achievements.
Suddenly, under the wizard's suggestion, the discussion in the entire bar became more and more intense. Even the adventurers passing by outside felt the lively atmosphere and came in to sit down. Join the discussion loudly.
Ricken didn't expect that his sudden question would have such a big reaction. He was stunned for a moment before he remembered the business and turned around to stare at me again.
"Brother Wu, you actually know who that person is, so there shouldn't be any problem if you tell us. Don't worry, if it involves alliance secrets, we will definitely keep our mouths shut and won't tell anyone."
"It's strange that you can keep your mouths shut. I'm afraid that as soon as I turn around and leave, you will immediately break the news to others."
I rolled my eyes at everyone who was nodding their heads like chickens pecking at rice.
"However, this is not a secret, so it doesn't hurt to tell you."
After coughing a few times, I calmly lowered my voice while others looked at me with indignant looks.
"She is my wife, so you should be satisfied
At the sound of the sound, our table seemed to be pulled into a different dimension in the noisy bar. It was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop, which was incompatible with the surrounding atmosphere.
"Wife, wife?".
Everyone's reaction is subtly different. Or "Wonderful."
“Wow.
The dead rot girl suddenly screamed, and when she looked back, she saw that her finger had been pricked by a quill.
I asked you to write and it left an afterimage, so now you are at a disadvantage, I secretly complained about it."
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A group is recruiting people, the group number is: 6811**63bi. The concave mortar will not allow submarines to enter it for ten thousand years. The undersea mud beast respects itself, huh huh
