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You lift the covers and beckon to Hathaway. Hathaway returns you with the warmest, sweetest, most ambiguous, and most erotic smile she has ever had.

"Dear Elder, please wait a moment. She winks at you and exits the office.

You wait in bed with anticipation,

await

await

When I woke up in the morning, I couldn't remember how long I had been waiting last night. A sleep-deprived headache came in waves.

You get into the groove of work, only to find that there are several personnel documents on your desk at some point—about the new receptionist Fieltin, the commissioned investigator Linda, whom you have never met, and Hathaway herself.

There is a note at the end of Hathaway's profile that it is clearly not Hathaway's font, but it is supposed to be a well-educated woman who wrote the word "poisonous tongue". This is followed by a new note written by Hathaway herself, "Extremely tolerant of lecherous idiots like germs"

at all costs

The first day of the Adventurer's Guild reopening will still be as scheduled.

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"Ahh

"Babble......!"

The eyes look like an inverted triangle, the tail of the eye hangs high, the whites of the eyes are more and the eyes are less black, in a word, it is a young man with a vicious gaze, with the red hair common to grumpy people and a tall figure of more than one meter and eight, he just opened his mouth and popped out a meaningless pronunciation, which directly frightened Fiertin and shrunk his neck and screamed out a strange sound.

To be honest, the tall boy's facial features are quite handsome, but they don't matter anymore. To be honest, Fielting did his best to make a polite business smile, but it didn't matter anymore.

The girl who came with him knocked him away with her shoulder.

"What nonsense are you talking about to Miss Receptionist?"

"I haven't had time to say anything yet!"

"Oh, well, I'm sorry I misunderstood. The girl bowed deeply to her companion, "I thought you had finally invented a new language of your own, converging 'Can I wipe your glasses with my tongue?' into one "Ah." ”

The boy turned and left.

The girl immediately grabbed her companion's belt to stop it, saying, "I was wrong!"

The two of them stood together at the counter of Fieltin, officially applied to register as adventurers, and answered questions one by one to register. Fielting didn't seem to have any hesitation about the reception work, except for cowardice.

"My name is Rachel. The girl introduced herself. She is about 1.7 meters tall, but she still looks petite when standing next to her companions. Dressed in a coarse cloth robe, she holds a wooden staff that is slightly taller than her, and her short hair is the usual dark brown.

"Rachel, huh?" Fieltin carefully registered, checking to see if the spelling was correct.

Rachel nodded.

"The place you want to register is the back-row caster, right?"

Rachel nodded.

"Based on the personal privacy policy and the authority of my guild, I now ask you to conduct adventurer identification, and you don't have to worry about the privacy information being leaked, but our guild also has the right to keep more detailed information about your adventurer confidential. Fieltin asked Rachel to put her hand on the identification crystal and continue to register, "A level 1 mage, with three Tier 0 spell slots and one Tier 1 spell slot. Every newly registered adventurer needs to start with E-rank. Please refer to the "Adventurer's Code" for specific precautions, which will be sent back to you later. Any questions, please?"

Rachel raised her hand and pointed to the tall boy beside her, "Can't I team up with this guy?"

"I'm sorry. Fierting bowed slightly and explained, "The guild stipulates that when registering as a squad, there must be about four members, that is, three to five. For security reasons, only two people are not allowed to register as a team. ”

Okay - Rachel pursed her lips.

"My name is Meseousley. The tall boy introduced himself. Not a muscular man, he is a very strong man, wearing a simple waistcoat-type composite tanned leather armor, holding a short spear in his right hand and an iron arm guard on his left arm. No matter how you look at it, Mesersley also looks tall.

"Yes, it's called Max Usley, right?" Fieltin panicked as he registered his name, then asked him to make sure he spelled it correctly.

"Ahh

"I'm sorry, because it's a common name for ethnic minorities in the south, so ...... Hmm, what's the ...... Questions?" Fierting shrunk in fright at the loud voice.

"I don't believe it!" Rachel knelt down. She wiped her tears, and threw a gold coin into Maxusley's palm, and the latter who received the money had a look of imminent collapse, worse than seeing the enemy of his father's murder.

Fierting adjusted his breathing and continued to write as he asked, "I want to register as a mid-row shooter, right?"

"Huh?" Maxusley looked down at the short spear he clenched in his hand, "I look like a shooter?"

"Whoa, yes, I'm sorry...... Because your right arm is very muscular, you must be used to throwing javelins, right?

Rachel covers her face,

Rachel cried,

Rachel threw the second coin at Max Usley - in his face, and choked up and muttered, "I don't believe ......"

Max Usley placed his hand on the identification crystal, and the result was a level 1 javelinist.

The two were all novice rookies, and it was confirmed that today was the first time to do the work of an adventurer, after detailed questioning by Fiertin.

In guilds, most of the commissions are posted on signs.

They looked at it and tore out an E-Class mission: "Kill 5 Slimes". This was commissioned by the council hall and located in the sewers of the well-secured town center area, with the aim of controlling the number of slimes. Although slimes have a positive effect on cleaning up sewer filth, they can also cause trouble if they are bred too much.

With confidence, they handed Fialtin the simple task of retreating the slime.

Fierting pinched the corners of the order with both hands and hesitated: "This task is ...... for you It's a bit ......."

"Huh? Are you saying that we can't even handle an E-class mission like the Slime Retreat?"

"No, that's not what I meant!"

"And what do you mean?"

"No, nothing, I'll accept it right away, please come on!"

Max Usley scratched his head, mumbled, and was dragged away by Rachel's sleeve. "Don't scare the receptionist, orc. He said, "I never knew that normal speech could add a diuretic effect to others." ”

Fiertin wasn't scared to pee,

But it's also coming soon.

Suddenly, Masusley was held down by Rachel's head, and the two of them crouched and muttered something about it, and then they looked back at Fieltin, and the two indescribable eyes made the receptionist tremble even more.

Rachel put her hands behind her back, tilted her head with a smile and said to Fieldine while selling cuteness: "Now, sister receptionist, let's form a team, please? ”

"But ......"

"We made a bet just now, if my sister has to refuse, then my festival will be broken to that guy. ”

However, Fieldin still insisted on the rules of the guild.

Max Usley took a few steps forward,

"Okay! Formation of a team, right?" Fieltin changed his words abruptly, burying his head and quickly registering, even before Max Usley could open his mouth. Maxusley's face stinks, but Rachel clenches her little fists in a triumphant pose.

They are about to leave the Adventurer's Guild Hall, are you going to do something?

A, interfering with the tasks they chose

B, forget it

and

1. Interfering in the approval of the establishment of the squad

2. Forget it