Such a huge thing was shrouded in the mist. The gloomy, heavy, brown birch roof hangs low in pieces. It is about four stories high, like a recumbent giant, quietly thinking, lying across the swamp. The old trestle leads to a row of mottled wooden walls, with swaying lights hanging on sharp wooden piles.
The bright light passed through the mist like a web, like the light in the chest of a giant, spraying thinly and penetrating the wilderness. There was a bonfire on the roadside, fiery red, swaying and spinning in the distance, with sparks like fragments flying in all directions.
This kind of scenery really shocked Fang Yu, as if it was blended into the green and gray of the night, and the bright red of blood, with a bleak atmosphere, and a bit dim.
'Traveler's Rest' This inn has stood on the edge of swamps and forests for thirty-three years. It was passed from the previous owner to his son, the current owner, for seven years, Hammer Mazak. ' is not only the master of this wilderness, but also a famous blacksmith.
"It is said that the flames in his hands seemed to be given life," Tian Lan introduced to him in a low voice: "The Ring of Golden Flame is his legendary work."
"As for under those trestles, under the dark swamp water, there are stories passed down from word to mouth that are buried with bones, treasures and legends."
Fang Yu took a deep breath and looked at all this with curiosity.
A rusty sword was inserted diagonally at the entrance of the Egon Forest, with a simple line of text engraved on it:
'Mazak's haven'
Every word on it is the law of the land.
There were several guards around the bonfire, and an old man was sitting by the fire. The firelight reflected his dark face. He took out the flame and slowly changed the tongs from his left hand to his right hand. Attila stopped on the side of the road and greeted several people: "Mr. Minais, good evening."
"Good evening, Attila." The old man took off his straw hat and put it on his chest. His face was wrinkled and his eyes were dull, but he smiled slightly: "May Mirela bless you."
"May Amaya bless you." Attila returned the favor with her hand on her chest.
Fang Plover raised his head. There were several iron sheets nailed to the wooden checkpoint, covered with rust spots. The words written on them were blurry under the firelight. The fog is thick, the fire is looming in the distance, and the poet is playing the organ by the fire.
The melodious sound of the piano——
A group of people walked on the dilapidated trestle, and the wooden boards groaned under the weight. "Who is that?" Fang Yu asked in a low voice. Tianlan shook her head at him.
"Just a lonely old guard. I heard that he had been stationed here for twenty years. His wife died and his son also died in the swamp. How pitiful."
People were coming and going on the trestle, and what surprised Fang Yu was that almost everyone knew this little French girl and said hello to them.
"You're back, Tianlan?"
"I heard that you killed the 'eldest sister'?"
"Looks like our little princess is missing all her arms and legs. She deserves a toast."
Several adventurers sitting on the trestle playing cards said cheerfully, and they also raised the water bottles in their hands to signal this way. There were many aborigines among them, they were ragged, unshaven, and looked like beggars.
"Bah, go away, you pervert," Tianlan wrinkled her nose and said to these people. She turned back to Ed and said: "Don't look at these guys like this, but they are actually quite reliable adventurers. They can get away from Elpa." Those who go to Traveler Swamp alone are at least first-level adventurers, which are different from those newcomers."
Fang Plover nodded, knowing that in Aitalia, every time adventurers meet certain conditions, they can go to the corresponding professional temple to obtain professional title protection. For example, the warriors are Ori and Malan, the swordsmen are Aisha, the naturalists and alchemists are Angina, the astrologers and elementalists are Elaine and Roban, etc.
And because the prerequisites for job titles are generally closely related to the character level, people also simply divide levels six to fifteen into second-level job titles, levels sixteen to thirty as third-level job titles, and levels from thirty-one to fifty as fourth-level job titles. As for the level of job titles above level 50, they can only be promoted further after passing the test of the Temple of Destiny in the second world.
Therefore, there is essentially no fifth-level job title in the first world, because even the top selectors who return from the second world will still be suppressed below level 50.
The only exceptions are the Dragon Knight and the Sky Knight.
The first-level profession is a natural blessing, which is what people call the novice stage. Among them, the apprenticeship period is the first two levels, and the selected candidates need one to two months to adapt, and then it will take one or two years to get out of the entire novice period; the aborigines may take longer, three to four years, so these People are really not new people.
However, after experiencing the Changxia War, it was actually difficult for Fang Plover to have a positive view of the strength of these people. In his opinion, one must at least reach the level of Miss Scarpet and Mr. Quelord to barely gain a foothold in the First World - Scarpet is at level 27 and Quelord is at level 29.
As for being powerful.
The nighthawk selector of the Silver Forest Spear flashed through his mind, but in the end it was the silver-haired, quiet and elegant Lotao girl.
Fang Yu shook his head and let these thoughts disappear in his mind. He himself has not yet passed the apprenticeship professional assessment. Even if the combat craftsman is stronger at the non-dragon knight stage, in terms of combat effectiveness, he is still barely on par with first-level professionals.
Being able to kill that 'eldest sister' was purely a combination of sneak attack and coincidence.
At this moment, Tianlan was asking those people: "What's going on with that 'eldest sister'?"
"Haha," people laughed: "Don't try to deny it. There are rumors that she was resurrected in Qianshui Temple, and she even spread words to make you look good."
They kindly reminded: "Little princess, you have to be careful, that woman is not that simple."
"I'm not afraid of her," Tian Lan frowned when she turned around: "The Shallow Water Temple is not far from here. That woman chose to resurrect there instead of El Paxin. It seems she really wants to take revenge on us."
"there is always a solution to a problem."
The person who said this turned out to be Luo Yu, who had always been taciturn. Fang Yu couldn't help but glance at him in surprise.
The first thing the adventurers did when they returned to the camp was naturally to deal with the spoils - Fang Plover had longed for this for a long time, but seriously speaking, this was his first time to personally participate. Etila led them through the square. The square in front of the hotel was paved with wooden boards. There was a bonfire on a stone platform not far away. A bard was playing the organ and singing by the fire.
Fang Plover listened to a few words curiously, and almost stumbled. What the other party was singing was actually about the incident in which Jefflite's red team had framed the Dawn Star Adventure Group. Originally, this matter was considered recent news, and poets always like to spread the news. Nothing new, nothing surprising.
However, the other party sang a few lines about a genius boy and a clockwork fairy. The more Fang Piao listened, the more he felt something was wrong. The poem described him as the fateful rival of the descendants of Flor and the enemy of God, except that there was no label attached. It is the story of Prince's Revenge.
That's not right. Fang Pliance was very confused. How did these people notice him? This is clearly not the topic of his post.
Aitila supported him and asked with some confusion: "What's wrong?"
"No, it's nothing." Fang Yu replied with some guilt.
He looked over there again. Fortunately, there were not many listeners at the campfire. There were only two people, a master and a servant. The maid wore a very traditional maid outfit, with a long black and white skirt hanging down to her knees. She folded her hands and stood quietly behind the mistress.
And the mistress is just a girl who is not as good as Tao Li.
The beige long windbreaker was soaked in the night, and the shawl looked like a pair of wings folded on the undulating curve of the chest. The girl was wearing a women's bowler hat, and her expression was unclear due to the thin veil underneath.
There is only one long soft golden hair, hanging down to her waist, and the moonlight shines through the diffuse mist, shining softly. She was wearing hollow white gloves on her hands, and there was a huge suitcase beside her. Even though she was listening intently, her fingertips were not too far away from the handle of the suitcase.
The painting style of these two people was a bit unexpected in this place, and Fang Yu couldn't help but take a second look at them. The girl seemed to feel his gaze and turned back.
The gaze pierced into his heart like a sword.
Not sharp, but sad.
He had never seen such a melancholy look, as if he could see into his heart at a glance, and it wasn't until he entered the hotel that Fang Plover finally came back to his senses. "What happened just now?" He was a little confused.
There is a boiler at the entrance of the hotel. The magic furnace burns red and the golden flame spreads far away. The riveted iron pipes spread the heat and etheric magic to every room in the "Traveler's Rest".
There is a half-broken chore golem on the side - an inflexible structure that also looks like a round boiler. It clumsily waves to every guest who enters the hotel.
Shaking his rusty arms, he made a squeaking sound.
The voice recording crystal that was in disrepair also came out with a hoarse tone: "Welcome... to the traveler camp——"
"Hello, Mr. Sayek." Tian Lan greeted the demon puppet.
Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, thinking it was the other party's name. But until another old voice replaced the previous one, it came from the body of the devil through the sound transmission channel:
"Hello, Tianlan, welcome back."
Only then did Fang Yu realize that this demon puppet was still a sound transmission channel.
And the old voice asked again: "Are we still following the old rules?"
"Of course, please prepare a sumptuous dinner for us, as well as hot water - ah, I'm so exhausted. I've been back for so long this time, and I'm covered in stinky sweat."
But Atila looked at the little girl and shook her head: "We don't have much money anymore, Fuli."
"Ah..." Tianlan let out a changed sigh and said dejectedly: "But, as an adventurer, you should always enjoy this little bit of enjoyment, right?"
She gestured with her hand, and it was really only a little bit, and looked at the other party pitifully: "Just a little bit, sister Aitila."
Aitila looked at her lovingly and shook her head: "I won't do this next time."
"Yeah!" The little girl jumped three feet high with joy.
Jita frowned: "Miss Fuli is wasting money again."
The tall young trainee was carrying the unconscious Papalar crossbowman on his back and nodded with deep understanding.
However, Fang Yu looked at these people from the side, thinking of his time in the Dawn Star Adventure Group, and couldn't help but smile. "I don't know what happened to Miss Scarpet and Mr. Querod..." He thought to himself that after Scarpet's glow stone was recovered, he could no longer log in to the community, so he didn't know the situation outside.
Only then did he realize that his top priority was to get a communication device, and he didn't know if it could be purchased in this small camp.
After passing the hall, a small room at the back is the office of Kaolin Business Alliance here.
As mentioned above, since the Kaolin Merchant Alliance monopolizes nearly 90% of the trade in the Cloud Sea area, the only way to deal with materials at the traveler camp is here - of course, it can also be sold to adventurers who are in urgent need. .
But the latter is less common.
When you push the door open, a faint scent of incense hits your face. The floor is covered with a thick hand-woven carpet, and there is a flower pot not far away with a succulent plant on it. A little man sat on the counter, dropping the bread crumbs in his hand from time to time. The bulbous stem of the succulent plant expanded, cracked a hole, and swallowed all the food in it like a big mouth.
The little dwarf seemed to enjoy it until he saw someone coming in, then he hurriedly patted the crumbs on his body and stood up.
That's a dwarf.
It has a pointed nose and pointed ears. Although it is about the same height as the Papalar, it is much smaller. They have lived together with the dwarves for generations in the underground tunnels of Eldron, but because of their shrewd nature, they have become the merchants and bankers in the dwarven society.
Fang Plover looked away from the other party curiously. It was rare to see dwarfs in the Rodale area and the eastern part of the Kaolin Kingdom, and their selectors were also very rare, so this was the first time he saw this magical race.
Then he looked around the room. Just as he imagined, the room was full of miscellaneous things. On the left side is a ladder-like shelf filled with bottles and jars. Large and small transparent glass containers are filled with various kinds of culture fluids, and inside are the organs of all kinds of strange animals.
Jita also looked at these containers curiously. Not far away from him was an eyeball covered with silver film, contained in a palm-sized glass bottle, filled with green liquid.
And suddenly the silver film on the eyeball blinked.
He was so frightened that his hair stood up. He screamed, turned around and ran away, running headlong into Fang Plover's arms. Fang Yu didn't expect this scene at all, he groaned and bent down.
Only then did Jita realize that she had gotten into trouble, and she quickly blushed and stammered an apology: "Yes, I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter..." Fang Yu bent over and stretched out his hand, turning the bottle around: "Don't be afraid, this is just the eyeball of the Silver Blazing Forest, and the action just now was just its subconscious reaction to the etheric magic in you. That’s all.”
Seeing this thing, Fang Yu suddenly had an idea in his mind.
Hain-Fum's idea on the design drawing of the One-Type Crystal is that in order to further improve the magic performance of the One-Type Crystal, the sensitivity of the non-attribute crystal to the etheric magic power must first be changed.
And the eyeballs of the Silver Blazing Forest can even react to the slightest changes in magic power. Isn't that what he needs?
But this thing... seems a bit expensive.
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