"...So, Dragonborn, I still have to trouble you to represent us and contact the NPC named 'Anvis'.
Since you have the status of his follower, we need to use your way to contact him. "
After briefly explaining the club's decision, he shook the dark red inferior wine in the glass with his sharp sword, without taking a second sip, while looking at the Dragonborn with a serious face.
The professional players of White Light Athletics have a very clear division of labor. For all kinds of matters that need to be negotiated with players or NPCs, the salty fish poet in front of them is usually the representative to deal with them.
"So, what about my benefits, Xiaojian?"
After glancing at the bard who had a businesslike negotiating attitude, the last dragonborn leaned back on the creaking old wooden bar chair and smiled lazily.
"Are you willing to come back? If you are willing, the club can sign with you again immediately and all terms are negotiable."
Not surprised by the question raised by Dragonborn, Sharp Sword pushed up his glasses out of habit, and then realized that he was not wearing glasses in the game.
"Sorry, when I terminated my contract with White Light Club, I was no longer prepared to be bound by any club.
Now, I want to be able to play the game exactly how I want to, rather than having to perform tasks assigned by the club. "
Listening to the sharp sword soliciting him again, the elf was silent for a moment and simply rejected his proposal.
"I knew your choice would be like this."
Hearing the last dragonborn's answer, Sharp Sword nodded without surprise.
"So, based on the research and decision of the club's senior management, we hope to hire you as Baiguang's special foreign aid player."
"Every month, the club will pay you a fixed salary and will not interfere with your normal games.
Of course, this salary is much less than that of a regular member, and it is incomparable to the treatment you received as captain. I hope you can understand. "
After briefly introducing the treatment, Sharp Sword began to explain the responsibilities of this status.
"As a special foreign aid, you need to help us with some things, and relative to the importance of your help, we will also give you an additional bonus.
This bonus is not limited to real money, but can also be converted into in-game materials. Or provide you with support from the club when you need it. "
"The style of this proposal should have been proposed by those guys in the Strategic Analysis Department, right?"
After listening to the bard's suggestion, the Dragonborn thought for a moment and finally nodded.
"This is fine, I agree."
"In addition, if you need to make any preparations, you can prepare now. I will contact Anvis at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."
Collaboration was successfully achieved in a few words, and the atmosphere at the wine table became relaxed again.
"However, Dragonborn, I heard that you are running a force called?"
He casually mentioned the latest news he had learned recently, and looked at the center of the tavern with his sharp sword eyes. Standing in the orange firelight of the stone fireplace, the bard told the story impassionedly.
The eyes of peers will always be attracted by another peer.
"It's nothing, just playing around."
The elf spoke calmly, and then drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, looking at the poet who was telling the story.
He understands that his former team member, Sharp Sword, is the type who completely treats games as work, and the basis of all choices is to be most efficient and maximize profits.
Therefore, he was not prepared to expand on this topic.
At this time, the bard's story was gradually approaching its climax.
"...'I'm here to fight the beast!' A drunken female warrior said loudly in the tavern. A mercenary in the tavern stood up jokingly. 'I have one here right now.'
The female warrior walked a few steps and came to the mercenary, staring at him with such fiery eyes that she gradually lost confidence.
'Show me that beast. ’ she said firmly, ‘I will keep attacking it until it falls! '"
Hearing this, the noisy voices in the tavern became slightly quieter. A group of tall and powerful mercenaries held up their wine glasses and waited attentively for the next development.
The last dragonborn glanced at tiramisu instinctively, worried that the girl would be uncomfortable with this story.
As a former captain, he is always used to taking care of the emotions of each team member.
However, when her eyes turned away, the elf realized that she seemed to be listening more intently than those aboriginal mercenaries.
"What? Do you need sister's help to deal with your 'beast', the one with a weak point and a critical attack?"
Noticing the Dragonborn's gaze, the cat-eared girl's little finger hooked provocatively, and the small black dagger in her hand silently turned in a circle.
"Thank you, no need..."
His face twitching, the elf turned back, unable to complain about tiramisu's bad taste.
He was probably under a mind-blinding spell just now, so he was worried that the kitten would not adapt to this atmosphere.
.….….
After a brief rest in the tavern, everyone left the tavern, went to the supply point in the city to pick up the combat structures that had been overhauled, and then rushed to the battle front outside the city.
The tide of dark beasts has not receded. They are now just temporarily retreating from the battle line and taking a short rest.
Wearing a burst of dark red explosive dragon armor, the elf rushed out of the city alone along the snowy streets.
The surrounding area was very deserted, with few pedestrians, and most of them looked nervous. Occasionally a carriage appeared, also hurriedly passing by with a rumble.
White fine snow is floating in the sky, and the howling north wind blows through the streets and alleys, covering everything with a cold silvery white.
Wreaths of holly branches and edelweiss were hung on the walls of the surrounding houses, and from time to time you could see fixed stalls that had been temporarily demolished here and there.
People were originally ready to celebrate the arrival of the annual New Year's Day, but they had to be hastily canceled due to the sudden arrival of the tide of dark beasts.
"Mom, look! What is that?"
In the distance, a little girl about four or five years old, held by her mother's hand, pointed curiously at the last dragonborn who was covered in strange armor.
She was wearing a slightly worn but very clean burlap coat, wrapped tightly like a rice dumpling, and her exposed little face was flushed with cold.
"That's the 'Construct', which is the special armor made by those mage masters, kid. The people controlled in the Construct are the same people as us. And they are going out of the city to fight against the terrifying monsters outside the city."
The mother, who was also dressed in shabby linen clothes, looked at the direction indicated by her daughter, a look of respect appeared on her face, and she explained to her daughter in a low voice.
"Is that so? Won't Mr. Construct be afraid when he sees those scary monsters?"
The little guy nodded ignorantly, thought for a while, and then asked with some doubts.
"Of course I will be scared. Facing the countless monsters outside, even the legendary powerful professionals will probably feel scared."
The mother gently stroked her little head and spoke softly.
"However, for the safety of this city and us, they still stood up. So, just like your father, they are all heroes who protect us!"
The little girl nodded clearly, her big eyes flickering at the Dragonborn's armor.
Then, under her mother's surprised gaze, she suddenly broke away from her mother's hand, waved vigorously in the direction of the last dragonborn, and gave a clear cry.
"Mr. Construct, may the north wind bless your steps!"
Hearing her shout, the last dragonborn's hurried footsteps stopped.
His face turned to the little girl. Under the uneasy gaze of his mother beside him, he gently lifted up the dark red visor, revealing the young face underneath.
His light green eyes stared at the little guy. In the howling north wind, the elf smiled and waved to the innocent little girl.
"Thank you, little girl, may your future be bright--"
