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There will never be another chance, and you rush out of the crowd while the burly man draws his sword, and mends the wound in his flank.

Although the opponent reacted immediately with a high instinct to resist a sneak attack from behind, and returned to give you an elbow blow to the face, knocking you to the ground, your attack also succeeded - the same wound is now cross-shaped.

Dizzy, you fall to the ground, pushed and bumped by the panicked guests, unable to get up right away. The burly man has a lot of strength, and because you lowered your posture to stab the flank, it was self-defeating, and the face was punched.

Suddenly, you even hear the sound of a skin filled with water bursting. The burly man's flank wound spurted a large amount of blood in a very exaggerated manner, staining the nearby floor red in an instant.

It's muscle tightness.

When you first attacked the flank, you stabbed him in the spleen. What should have been a fatal blow closed the wound because of muscle tension, and the burly man was able to breathe. But now the wound on top of the wound has become a cross shape, and the blood accumulated in the body is directly squeezed out of the body by the blood gushing caused by the "rage". With an indescribable amount of bleeding, it is not surprising that the burly man would choke at any moment.

He didn't seem completely blind, and found you in the chaos of the crowd with his eyes blackened by poison. Raise the greatsword in his hand high.

You fall to the ground, losing your agility bonus.

I just wanted to raise my sword to defend, but I found that the +1 short sword had been taken off at some point, and it fell at the burly man's feet. I guess it was when I was hit in the face by an elbow.

Either you die, or he dies,

Now it's the last moment.

You've done everything you can, and now you've put all your hope in the hands of time – the tall and sturdy foe has finally been drained of the false life energy that has been added to the Fury's frenzy of blood and poison. Suddenly, he spurted out a mouthful of black blood and breathed as he held his weapon above his head. His eyes darkened, his body gradually froze, and he accidentally touched him while fleeing, and your enemy fell straight to the ground. Completely dead.

You immediately pick up the dagger,

Sit on the ground and catch your breath. Only now, your face starts to hurt hotly, and it seems to be high and red.

You have successfully defended your life.

By the time the guards arrived, it was all over. Both the burly man and the caster collapsed in a pool of blood.

But you were captured by the guards.

The reason for detention is questioning. It may sound like a reasonable procedure, but why do you have to be escorted with your hands tied when you are a victim? When you claim to be a friend of the vice-captain of the guard, the guards' attitude has changed slightly, but the vice-captain has already gone with the army, and your fate of being escorted has largely not changed. Ordinary interrogation, ordinary questioning, ordinary detention. You weren't released until dusk. Countless guests dining at the Dragon Pavilion have become powerful witnesses, and your killing of two drunks has become a legitimate act of self-defense.

It was a beautiful day to fall asleep all morning because of being sucked up by the witch's life energy, and to spend the whole afternoon being questioned in the guards.

As you leave the Guard, Hathaway is waiting outside the door to greet you.

"If only you're safe. Usually expressionless, she showed a rare relieved smile. As Hathaway touches your cheek, she asks, "How did I hear you're injured?"

You nodded.

There is a priest on duty in the guard, who can perform "healing minor injuries". After you paid 2 gold, the injury is fully recovered.

On the way back to the Adventurers' Guild, the setting sun was already in its afterglow, and the pedestrians on the streets were as usual as if there had been no bloodshed before. When you see the gate of the "Dragon Pavilion", they are already open as usual. As if you weren't left with any scars on your face, this corner of town is back to normal.

"You're shit lucky that you're going to survive. Hathaway took your arm as if she were afraid you would get lost," I asked the other guards, and it was a strange thing. First, the barbarian was a regular visitor to the prostitute parlor and did not like men, secondly, they were poorly armed but carried a large sum of money with them, both of them, and finally, the mage had no previous contact with the barbarian, and even lived on the other side of town. ”

The brawl was full of a sense of disobedience, but it was impossible to investigate with the death. No one wants to pay a high price to bring those two drunks back to life, including you.

Whether it was who bought the murder, or simply because you were unlucky today, is no longer verifiable.

You ask if the Adventurer's Guild is safe this afternoon.

"In the afternoon, apart from Paul and a few ruffians, not even the rats came, and it was still deserted. Hathaway suddenly remembered something, and pushed her glasses with her fingers, "The council hall held an emergency meeting in the morning and called me over. It's about a dungeon built by a self-proclaimed evil magician. I didn't have a choice but to sleep in my bed, so I accepted the commission - "Capture the first floor of the evil mage's dungeon for 6,000 gold", although they originally planned to give 5,000. ”

Six thousand gold coins is a lot of money.

And a letter of recommendation to take you to a more prosperous town. Hathaway adds, "You can run a more challenging adventurer's guild on a bigger stage. ”

Leveling the first floor of the dungeon is your goal. There will be more talent and opportunities in larger towns.

You need to work in that direction.

When you ask Hathaway what exactly she would do if she wanted to take the dungeon, she just replied - she was just a secretary, using her mind.

Why did the council only ask for the first floor of the dungeon? In addition to the consideration of compensation, there was also the factor that had to prevent the evil mage from sending troops on another expedition. If you want, you can completely level the dungeon, but first and foremost, you have to wreak havoc on the evil mage. If the first tier is captured by an adventurer, he will not be able to send troops to attack the town for the time being.

Yesterday, the Guards organized an army and fought against the monster legions sent by the evil mage outside the city, and finally ended in defeat.

The battle was very fierce, and the captain of the guard was extremely brave, but he was still carried back by his companions on the verge of death, and the deputy captain was also seriously wounded. The legions sent by the dungeon are mainly humanoids and structures, filled with a large number of goblins, orcs, rock golems, movable armor, etc., and it is lucky to have no necromantic creatures and magical beasts with strong innate skills. This time the enemy legions were repulsed, but our town was no longer able to organize an expedition.

The Adventurer's Guild is the only force that the Council can count on today.

You have a lot of responsibility.

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After returning to the Adventurer's Guild, Hathaway told you to rest early, and then pulled Fieldine to the inside of the guild.

You wanted to rest early,

But I heard the faint laughter of girls at the end of the corridor. As you follow the sounds, you'll find a mist like a wonderland – the newly expanded bathroom has been opened, and Hathaway and Fierdine are bathing.

Before you get closer, you can clearly hear the girls talking in the bathroom.

"Now, is it still a habit to work in the Adventurer's Guild?"

"Well, Sister Hathaway, it's just that there are a lot more vicious people than I used to be in the bookstore...... Seriously, I don't know if I'm up to the job of a receptionist. The spearmen of the "Thorn Totem" used to work as slave hunters, and Baron Roberts Doug was even more so, and I was really scared when I saw them, so scared that I couldn't do it, and many memories were recalled. Thankfully, however, the elders often come to the rescue. ”

"What do you think of him, President?"

"From the receptionist's point of view, well, it's ordinary, sometimes it's helpful, but sometimes it's ......," Fierting continued, after a pause, "and it seems like too much interference in people's work makes people lose a little confidence." Didn't he trust my ability to work? I'm still immature, but I'm really trying. ”

"Hell knows, leave him alone. ”

"Sister Hathaway, what do you think of the Elder Adult?"

"Hmmm, me?" Hathaway's voice paused for a few seconds, as if thinking, "I think he's pretty good." As a president, he has not made a mistake, his inertia is stable, and the important thing is to feel that he can survive. A living president is more important than a competent president. What about you, what do you think of the president?"

Coldly, Raumi's voice came from the crack in the bathroom door: "He's amazing!"

There was a burst of laughter, and it sounded as if Hathaway and Fiertin were tickling Raumi's itch.

Raumi continued, "Oh yes, Fieltin, drink this potion. ”

"What is this?"

"Your family president will suffer like this today in order to improve your work ability. This is the witch's secret medicine, and tomorrow I hope you can get rid of those ruffians. ”

“...... I can't. ”

"Trust me, drink it, get some sleep, and tomorrow those ruffians in your eyes will be several laps shorter. Raumi laughed, and suddenly said, "Linda, everyone has said what they think of the elder, and you can tell me about it too?"

Linda?

You're surprised that there's still Linda in the bathroom?

A strange female voice that I had never heard before came from the crack in the bathroom door: "I can only say that it is better." He overprotected our only mature team, the Thorn Totem, not incomprehensibly, but I couldn't agree with it. Since he is an adventurer, of course, he wants to "take risks", and death and injury are inevitable. Hopefully, he can get at least one team strong soon. ”

"Is that 'better'?"

"Ahh ”

As soon as the words ended, the girls burst into laughter. It seems that they love this bathroom. In the eyes of the world, bathrooms are mostly divided into two types - private baths for the wealthy, and public baths, and it is unheard of to have private staff bathrooms in the guild in order to improve the treatment of employees. And rightfully so, they're happy about it.

You've never met Linda.

How are you going to do it?

A, tiptoeing through the crack in the door to take a look.

B, strip naked, tie the bath towel around your waist, swagger through the door, and officially announce that you have expanded the mixed bath bathroom.

C, forget it.