"It's noisy. ”

Alice sat at the table in her hotel room, poking the food on her plate with a spoon with a depressed expression.

Potato stew with peas. It's not a great dish. But compared to the 'things' that Alice herself made that might be classified as compound toxins. Obviously, it's too much stronger. Of course, this is not because she is in such a bad mood, but she is troubled by something else.

It's too close to the market area. What's even more hateful is that there's an organization called a night market...... Oh my God, how can these people be so noisy? Can't they just be put into the daytime?

After spending seven nights in a row that was so quiet that she could hear her heart beating, Alice suddenly found herself in such a noisy environment, and she didn't know how she fell asleep last night. Not...... Maybe you haven't fallen asleep at all, after all, when people are confused, it is difficult to define whether they are dreaming or waking up.

It's a pity.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Alice is sure that no one can tell that she has dark circles on her face.

[Hmm, isn't Jamila up yet?]

She turned her head and grabbed a loaf of bread (stick?) and poked it at the wooden wall a few times. The inn served this long bread for breakfast, but it was clearly a more suitable use in the eyes of the girl.

Five seconds.

Ten seconds.

No response. The next room was only a muffled echo.

It's good, it looks like this new companion got a good night's sleep. It's a real envy, especially for people who don't get enough sleep, it's like pricking your finger with a needle. It has to be something that can't keep her awake.

And it's really time to get up.

Alice looked around the room, but unfortunately didn't find anything that could create a lot of noise in a short period of time.

[Well, if you can't do it, you can use this loaf of bread to pierce the wall. Then throw a burst of sunfire into it. Alice thought to herself, convinced that with the hardness of the stick in her hand, a civil masonry structure less than a quarter of a foot thick would not be a problem at all.

As for Yang Yan, the kind of spell that only works on undead creatures can only have the effect of a wake-up bell when it hits people—after all, the impact of the burst of magic is still a bit painful.

Seems like a good idea!

Very good, then do what you say. As for the compensation for the destruction of the hotel, Alice didn't care at all. Anyway, he didn't plan to continue living in this shabby place, and the escort paid by Quinn was more than enough to repair a brick and wood wall that was not thick.

She stood up, one foot slightly back in a T-shape, her right elbow bent and folded parallel to her shoulder, holding one end of the loaf in a forehand position, and her wrist on the tip of her toe. The left hand, on the other hand, naturally holds up the hilt of the sword in front of the right shoulder.

This is a low-bull position, which is a relatively basic starting style in general-purpose two-handed swordsmanship. Very, very, very good for a thrust after that.

Okay, so what's next......

A gleam flashed in the girl's eyes.

And then...... Stab?

'Crunch,' and the door to the girl's room was suddenly opened by Jamila. The dark elf who suddenly appeared stood outside the door with a stack of paper rolls.

[Ah.................. Why didn't I think I could just push the door open?]

"Alice, what are you doing?" she said, confused.

If there was a painter on the scene, the facial expressions that changed rapidly in an instant would have been enough for him to understand how to embody the character "囧" in the sketches of his appearance. Unfortunately, there are no artists here, so this great opportunity is wasted - well, no artist will be able to make it out of here alive.

By all the talk, Alice didn't have long to react, and she immediately put away her frightened expression and waved the loaf of bread casually.

"Hmm, I'm practicing swords. She hesitated, then added.

"I'm trying out new sword combinations. ”

"It looks like a rare swordsmanship. Jamila put on an expression of "I know you're, but I just won't expose you" and nodded seriously. "Why don't you just call it a long bread swordfight?"

"Oh, I'll think about it. Alice replied. She threw the bread back, and the strange stick passed through the open window with a faint whistling of wind, and disappeared in an instant.

Five seconds later, there seemed to be a shouting and a chaotic noise in the distance.

[Well, it seems that it should be named longbread archery? Fresh dragon's blood is paired, and even the jam and butter are saved. 】

The girl thought to herself, but her eyes had already shifted to the pile of paper scrolls in the dark elf's hand.

"What's that?" Alice asked.

"Oh~ It's a good thing. Jamila brushed the clutter off the table, then spread out the roll of paper—it was written in dense small letters. The ink of the handwriting is still very new, and it faintly exudes the smell of pine.

It seems that the topic has been changed very successfully~

"I couldn't sleep, so I went to the bulletin board and asked someone to copy all the commissions. The dark elves tugged at their hair, letting the white filaments, a little distracted from their busyness, return to where they were supposed to be. "We can't stay here forever, can we?"

Her gaze was so serious. So much so that Alice couldn't find an excuse to refuse, even though it wasn't necessary.

"You're right. Alice nodded, looking at the records laid out on the table.

"So, let's take a look at what is more appropriate. ”

So, for the next ten minutes, both of them spent the commission retrieving and judging.

And in fact, there aren't many missions to choose from. Because there are many commissions, it is so difficult that it is impossible to complete it with just two people at a glance.

For example, the commission of crusading against the unknown beast on the Holy Blood Peak, this task was issued by Lord Mosal from an unknown number of years ago, and the bounty was also very rich, but until now, the adventurers who took this task and never returned, have exceeded the triple digits and are showing signs of hitting the four figures, although Alice feels that she seems to be a little sure. But Jamila has no interest in being one of the missing people.

In addition to this, there are many commissions that are either too cumbersome or too simple. Something like collecting six hundred pounds of swamp fungus, or collecting a hundred eagle's hard tail feathers, or helping an imp find a lost white kitten. All of these options were out of the consideration of the two girls.

Therefore, after a little screening, there are only a few tasks left that are of appropriate difficulty, simple procedures, and somewhat challenging.

To be exact, there are only two that meet the requirements.

First, to eradicate the herds of wild beasts that have plagued the logging grounds in the north. Intelligence indicates that there are at least fifty or more Icewolf wolves there. The reward is 500 gold cypti.

Second, to assist in the investigation of attacks in southern villages. The information indicated that the attackers had the ability to destroy a village of twenty guards in a short period of time, and that they could be helped by the Mossal guards. If the matter is settled, the reward is one hundred gold cyptins each.

"These two ...... Which one is better?" Alice tapped lightly on the table, thinking.

The first commission pays more and there is no uncertainty. It's nothing more than dozens of ice wolves, even if there are some mutant varieties such as elder wolves or wolf kings, it just increases the difficulty from five to six, at most it is a little more difficult, but the ending is undoubtedly a big victory.

The second commission is a bit more challenging. After all, solving cases and decrypting or something, neither Alice nor Jamila are very good at it, and it is far easier for them to do it with their hands than with their brains. And the so-called enemy is also a bit vague, what kind of enemy it is, is it one or many? There is a lot of uncertainty in this, and because the guards will cooperate with the action, it may be difficult to withdraw halfway.

So, what should we do?

Alice glanced at Jamila and then looked back before she could say, 'You're the decision-maker, you're the one to decide.'

She exhaled lightly, then said.

"Let's go and complete the first commission. ”

"Why?" said Jamila.

"Because we are outsiders. Alice replied, then closed the roll of paper.

That's right, they are outsiders, regardless of their accents, but the clothes and behavior habits on their bodies are completely impossible to hide.

And Mossar's attitude towards outsiders is indeed not very friendly.

This tendency to behave is normal in more closed cities like Mossal. Regardless of the rest, the breakfast just now showed this unfriendly attitude. At least the hostels in Snowman don't serve long breads that can be used to carve into walls for breakfast.

Then, if you act with the guards, if you run into trouble, you will definitely be decisively abandoned as outsiders. Maybe it will be used as a meat shield to ward off disasters. In contrast, it's much better to only have to deal with the beast's lumberyard commission - at least not worry about being stabbed in the back.

"Then that's it. Jamila moved her finger, "Well, let's visit the lumberyard in the north." ”

interlude

While the two of them packed their things, settled the bill, and left the hotel. They were surprised to find that the road to the north was blocked by a large crowd of people.

"What happened?"

"Who knows. Maybe something happened. ”

Alice turned her head, and the sound of discussion in the crowd not far away reached her ears.

“…… Oh, poor Arno, fell from the height of the third floor. ”

"This hurts...... Maybe you have to lie in bed for half a month to recover. Why did he climb onto the roof?"

"It is said that he was hit on the head by a loaf of bread while climbing the wall......"

Alice turned around expressionlessly.

[I didn't see, I didn't hear, I didn't know anything. 】

"I want to ...... Let's go the other way. ”

So, the doubtful dark elf and the freshly baked ostrich left the other way.

PS: Because the scum machine can't open Assassin's Creed: Unity, this section is for the sake of the black baguette.