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The gatekeeper looked at the dwarf not far away with some boredom.
The latter wore a emerald-yellow blouse, hugged his lute, and fiddled with the strings from time to time. His long beard was tied with a bright copper ring, reflecting the firelight. He sang two lines of poetry, took a sip of ale, and looked at the golden There was light alcohol foam on his beard.
Several little goblins sat on the leaves of the Silver Queen, swaying their white feet, and curiously listened to the old dwarf telling ancient stories. These little guys are uninvited guests in the hotel. They are curious and lively, and are not afraid of people at all.
"Hero holding a sword, standing in the light of the sky."
"In the light of the sky, a corner of the evil dragon was cut off."
"The dragon wails, the sharp sword gleams coldly——"
"That sword is called..."
"Jalapea!" the fairies sang in unison, and then burst into laughter, attracting frequent glances from others.
The old dwarf took another sip of wine.
He continued to play and sing:
"Hero with sword in hand, fought off the terrible dragon."
"That terrible dragon left scars of fear."
"Time flies, time is gone—"
"The name of the hero..."
"It's Shujod," the goblins said all at once, and asked curiously: "What happened next?"
The dwarf laughed and told these little things that mortals would eventually grow old and turn into a handful of dust.
But the goblin cannot understand such a short time.
The gatekeeper shook his head. His ears were calloused from hearing these ancient songs. He vaguely recalled the scene in his childhood, with lush green trees and a dilapidated windmill on a nearby farm.
At that time, young people were chasing the same dream.
But now, all that's left is old and sleepy. Suddenly, a dark blue robe caught his eye, and the gatekeeper woke up suddenly. He looked up and saw a young man standing in front of him kindly: "Can you open the door for me?"
The gatekeeper felt that he should have seen this young man somewhere, but he did not dare to look more, and quickly lowered his head to open the door for him.
It was a heavy wooden door clad with copper.
The young man smiled and nodded to him, and then the gatekeeper saw clearly the badge of the Elpaxin Craftsmen Association on the other man's chest. "Good evening, hope you have a nice night-" the former said.
"This is a strange greeting, Osur?" thought the gatekeeper.
But he still replied: "May Ori bless you."
The young man nodded again and walked out of the door. Then the gatekeeper remembered something.
"Isn't that a player from the Elpaxin Craftsmen Association? Why is he gone? Isn't there still a loser's match?"
He subconsciously looked back and saw that the young man had already stepped into the darkness. The corridor behind the door was dark, and there was a small object shining brightly at the end.
"Did you drop something?" The gatekeeper was startled, opened the door and walked over.
On the ground is a strange brooch. The shield is engraved with half of a fire-breathing dragon's head, and the convex surface is plated with a layer of silver. The workmanship is quite exquisite. Greed occupied the mind of the gatekeeper - this should be quite valuable, he thought. He bent down and as soon as his fingers touched the shield, a trace of black smoke rose from the brooch.
The ground shook slightly.
Not far away, the dwarf poet was still telling his old stories.
The hall was noisy. Another final of the qualifying round had not started yet. Bloody Night Demon Moon was waiting for her opponent in the vacant arena, but the little monsters searched the whole place but could not find player No. 6.
Although most people outside the stadium were still discussing the previous game and talking about Fang Plover's amazing performance, as time went by, anxiety spread uncontrollably.
People clamored and asked the competition team to start the next game quickly. In the end, the referees had to announce that player No. 6 had abstained, which resulted in a round of boos.
Only Blood Night Demon Moon had some unexpected surprises.
She probably also realized that she might not be the match for the silver-haired boy——
This result also surprised Fang Yu. He couldn't help but think of those beautiful and cold eyes, but what made him remember it more deeply was the fragrance of dragon's blood wood lingering in his nose, which always lingered in his mind.
It reminded him of another figure.
The long silver hair is like a flower under the moon, and it is deeply engraved in the heart of the young man over time.
There was no award ceremony in the qualifying round, and the competition directly distributed the prize money. Fang Lu happily handed the money to Aitila, who looked at him and did not refuse, so Tian Lan accepted the money.
Tianlan was still immersed in the excitement of earning 50,000 Lissels, her eyes were full of little stars, she patted her money bag and made a rattling sound - as if such a large amount of money was really there.
"Oh my gosh," Tianlan said exaggeratedly: "The treasure chest we found in the Temple of the Sleeper last time didn't have that much money. Brother Ed, you are really amazing——"
"I found that box." The Papalar stretched out his short legs and sat on the chair. While sucking the remaining meat juice on his chubby fingers, he protested loudly: "If it weren't for my perception of 44, There's no way you'd notice there was anything under that water."
"But I went into the water to fish it out." Tianlan wrinkled her little nose: "The water stinks so bad. I wish you didn't find that box."
"You didn't go down alone."
"Luo Yu won't take credit from me, of course it's me alone." Tianlan replied matter-of-factly.
The Papalars were struck speechless by this logic.
In the end, Attila ended the dispute gently: "Ed is indeed very powerful."
Fang Plover was very embarrassed to be praised, but with the unique vanity of a young man, he replied shyly: "Actually, it's nothing." If Scarpe was here, she would definitely reveal that he was about to get cocky. The little tail that goes to the sky.
But the elf girl just smiled slightly, and Tianlan was convinced.
Hu Di was a little envious of the good relationship between these people. Many adventure teams are actually full of intrigues. Only those who are truly like-minded will stay together to form a fixed adventure group.
And he vaguely saw the prototype of that kind of adventure group in these people.
"Hu Di," Fang Pliant turned around and asked him: "Are you taking the risk alone? Speaking of which, why did that damn fat man call you that?"
"Ah," Hu Di pushed up his glasses, looking a little embarrassed: "That's not really true. In fact, I have a cat. If I have the chance, I will definitely introduce it to you."
"A cat?" Fang Plover was shocked. Can a cat be considered a teammate?
Hu Di nodded seriously: "Of course, I live with it in El Paxin. There is a hotel there near the shallow harbor. Do you know? I rented a room there specifically for it. Everyone knows it. I call her Miss Spoon because she is a very dignified and respectable cat. When I have some free time, I will go back to El Paxin to visit her."
Fang Yu couldn't help but frowned after hearing this answer.
But Tian Lan looked quite surprised: "Wow, it sounds great! Do we also have a chance to visit Miss Spoon?"
"Of course," Hu Di replied: "If you go back to El Paxin, you can come to me in the shallow harbor. I think Miss Spoon will definitely welcome you as a guest."
"We will definitely go," Tian Lan said with great interest, "Actually, I have always wanted to raise a cat, but before that I decided to visit Miss Spoon first."
Jita on the side was also unusually interested. She nodded and asked weakly: "Why don't you take Miss Spoon with you on this adventure?"
"Ah, well..." Hu Di thought for a moment: "I used to take it on adventures. We often went to the bay canyon west of El Paxin. You know there are some places that only it can go up. Miss Spoon is very It was smart and knew how to open the mechanism. It was my best partner at that time."
"What happened next?" Tianlan asked.
"Later, Miss Spoon gradually fell in love with a more relaxed life. As she got older, I stopped taking her around. You know that older people always like to stay in their own warm little nests. , rather than taking risks, it is more suitable for them to read books and bask in the sun."
"That's indeed the case." The little French girl suddenly realized.
Everyone was chirping and chatting, but Fang Lu saw the dwarf referee with a pointed beard separating from the crowd and walking over. The other party came to them, rubbed his hands in embarrassment and said, "Ah, I'm sorry, there was a little problem."
"Something went wrong?"
Fang Yu was startled and asked subconsciously: "Did something go wrong with the bonus?"
This question was so stupid that Attila couldn't help but cough slightly.
"That's not the case," the dwarf referee shook his head: "You can rest assured that the Kaolin Business Alliance will never have any problems with the amount of money."
Fang Plover breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's about the competition," then the dwarf referee replied with a sad face: "We haven't found the contestant sent by the Elpaxin Artisan Association for the time being, so the final may have to be postponed for a while."
"Can't find the player again?" Hu Di was a little surprised when he heard this, thinking what happened tonight. Problems occurred one after another. This was not the case in the previous games.
The dwarf referee couldn't help but feel a little confused after hearing this, but God knows why there were so many situations today.
"Actually, you don't need to inform us first," Fang Plover replied, "Because actually I don't plan to continue participating in the main match, Mr. Referee, so I definitely won't mind."
"What?" The dwarf referee was shocked and said, "Are you going to withdraw from the game too, Mr. Xia?"
Fang Yu nodded. He originally went there for the prize money from the qualifying round, but only the first place in the main round could get the Golden Ring of Flames reward. Although he was also interested in the Golden Ring of Flames, he still had self-awareness. .
He heard that the two players who entered the loser group in the main game were all above level ten, and one of them was even a level fourteen combat craftsman from the Elpaxin Craftsmen Association. For a third-level player like him, it’s better not to think too much about it. More is better.
No matter how outstanding and excellent the level of manipulation of flexible structures is, it cannot make up for the level gap between levels seven and eight. What's more, how bad will the level of players who can enter the official competition be?
He explained the situation and then said: "And you have also seen my situation. Mr. Referee, how can I, a pacer who is not even an I-type, be the opponent of those people?"
The dwarf referee was also a little troubled after hearing this.
He is the person who presided over the match between Fang Plover and the Immortal Worm. Of course he knows what Fang Plover's equipment is. In his opinion, this young man's understanding of flexible construction is completely enough to compete with those players in the official competition - but the opponent does It also makes sense.
This young man's equipment was really poor, and his level was too low. Others didn't know, but as the organizer of the competition that shared information with the military, he knew the true level of the other plover.
He couldn't help scratching his pointed beard and sighed: "Two players have already abandoned the game, including one seeded player in the main draw. If you abandon the game again, it will be difficult to hold today's game. Go down."
Fang Yu understood his distress, but there was nothing he could do.
He was just about to say a few words of comfort to the other party, when a somewhat abrupt voice suddenly broke in:
"Hey, isn't this the blind adventure group from before?"
Fang Yu was stunned, and turned around, just in time to see two 'old acquaintances' walking towards the main competition venue - the boy who bumped into Jita before and Wu Di. The former also greeted them with a smile:
"Good evening, blind gentlemen and ladies."
Tian Lan was originally extremely dissatisfied with these two guys. Hearing this, he almost became angry to death. He slapped the table and said loudly: "Who do you think is blind?"
She slapped the soup pot next to her so high that the mashed potatoes inside immediately smeared the Papalar crossbowman's face. The latter, who was patting his belly on the chair, didn't expect the blow at all. A pot of onions fell upside down from the chair.
The young man said matter-of-factly: "Hey, what does it mean to be blind if you don't have eyes when you walk?"
"Whoever you say walks without eyes is obviously——"
"Of course I'm talking about you guys. Do you understand that good dogs don't know what to do?" The young man interrupted her jokingly: "Oh my god, I'm holding a Kingfisher α like a treasure. A bunch of rubes, remember what to sigh about next time. Please don't stand in the middle of the road when you're looking for a 'rare treasure'."
He deliberately said the word "rare treasure" very strongly, which almost made Tian Lan furious. She wanted to rush up and fight these two bastards on the spot. But Aitila grabbed her and said to the other party calmly: "You two, there is no point in having these meaningless arguments. Let's speak in the way of adventurers-"
The young man couldn't help but be startled after hearing this: "You want to duel with me?"
He looked Aitila up and down and shook his head: "Madam, your battle weapon is the Hailin Spear. I think you are only at level 7 or 8 and you cannot be my opponent. Forget it. I don’t bully women, please go back.”
Attila wanted to say something else, but a voice came from behind her.
"I'll fight you."
The young man was slightly startled. He was about to say who are you and what qualifications do you have to fight me? But when he raised his head, all he saw was two rays of silver light coming towards him.
"Hold!"
He broke into a cold sweat and quickly turned over and rolled back, his heart filled with disbelief. Is this still a traveler's rest? How come there are still idiots here who take action at the slightest disagreement?
Is it because the opponent is too arrogant, or is Mazak unable to hold the knife?
After thinking about it, he rolled along the table in utter embarrassment, dishes clattering all over the floor along the way, and even knocked over the candlestick before barely escaping the blow of the 'Sword Plover'.
But the young man was not happy at all.
His whole body was covered with grease and soup, and there were a few vegetable leaves hanging on his head. He almost went crazy: "You, you actually attacked here?!"
He has always been unreasonable in the Rainbow Bay area, and he never dreamed that there would be an upper-brained player who was more impulsive than himself. He was so angry that he immediately put on his control gloves and prepared to fight back. As soon as the magic buoy moved in the direction of Fang Plover, a huge Type III walker behind him opened a table with a bang and rushed between him and Fang Plover.
However, he had no next step, because the dwarf guards not far away had already reacted and rushed over to suppress the two of them.
"Let me go!" the boy shouted angrily. "He attacked first!"
At this time, the dwarf referee finally ran out and shouted: "Stop, stop, stop, it is forbidden to attack the contestants and each other outside the court!"
As soon as these words came out, Fang Yu and the young man stopped at the same time.
"What, he is a contestant?" The two asked this question almost in unison.
The dwarf referee looked at the two of them and nodded helplessly.
"Very good, you're dead!" the young man shouted immediately.
Without saying a word, Fang Yu immediately said to the dwarf referee: "Mr. Referee, I take back what I said. I want to continue to participate in this game!"
"ha?"
Everyone was stunned.
Only Jita seemed to have expected this scene. She couldn't help shaking her head and sighing, holding her forehead and acting like a little adult.
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