Chapter 181: Dwarven Craftsman's Shop
"Of course I haven't forgotten!"
Iliuer said with some disdain: "But the western students are on the inside bar, you didn't see it when you came late, that Oulu seems to have done something shameless, handed over a hundred Yin Spirit Beads, and then ran away alone!" β
"He's gone, who else still recognizes this bet?"
Roland was completely speechless, and the root cause was that the battle between him and Oulu forced him to leave his teammates and flee alone. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biqugeγ info
"Sooner or later, I will have to recover this debt from him!"
Ilyur said hatefully: "When the time comes, the new debts and old accounts will be settled together!" β
Roland agreed.
He faintly felt that Oulu, who had lost face and reputation this time, would never give up, and when everyone was promoted to the inner palace students, when the five departments exchanged, they would have to continue to fight.
Recalling Ou Lu's serpent-like eyes, Roland secretly made up his mind in his heart that if he had another chance, even if he paid a certain price, he would never let this guy go again.
After saying goodbye to Eliul, Roland and Gerry leave together.
The road out of the valley has been blocked by the shrine, and there are checkpoints for entering and exiting, and dozens of shrine guards are responsible for maintaining order, two of whom have a demon dog crawling beside them.
All the students of the outer palace who go out must be inspected, and let the demon dog sniff to prevent the students from taking away the Yin Spirit Bead without permission.
As for the likes of Roland and Gerry, if they hunt a sufficient number of students from the outer palace, they will go through the formalities on the spot.
Under the guidance of the temple guards, the two of them came to the front of a wooden table.
A middle-aged man in green clothes, sitting behind the desk, gently tapped the table with the pen in his hand, and said without raising his head: "Take out the Yin Spirit Bead, and say your name and the students of that department." β
Roland and Gerry looked at each other, and Roland said, "Senior Brother Gerry, you should come first." β
Gerry scratched his head a little embarrassed, but he didn't refuse Roland's kindness.
"Northern Academy Outer Palace Student Geri, thirty Yin Spirit Beads!"
Gerry took out the Yin Spirit Bead and put it on the table, then looked at the man in Tsing Yi, who quickly checked it, and then motioned to the temple guards next to him to put away the Yin Spirit Bead.
He put a pen in the book, recorded Gerry's name, and finally handed Gerry a wooden plaque, explaining: "This is the nameplate for completing the annual examination, go back and hand it over to the Academy, and you can receive the reward." β
Gerry agreed, reached out and took the wooden card, then he took a step back, gave up his place to Roland, grabbed the wooden card himself, turned it over and over again, and then carefully put it into his arms.
Luo Lan also took out all the Yin Spirit Beads he was carrying and put them on the table, and said, "Luo Lan, a student of the Northern Academy Palace, hand over a hundred Yin Spirit Beads!" β
"Huh?" The middle-aged man was visibly taken aback and looked up at Roland.
There are a large number of dried corpses in the Taimora Tomb, but it is not easy to hunt the Yin Spirit Bead, as an ordinary student of the outer palace, it is already rare to be able to get thirty.
As for wanting to hunt a hundred Yin Spirit Beads, it is almost impossible to do without a team, and Gerry and Roland, the former took out thirty, and the latter is actually a hundred.
No matter how Roland got it, it won't be that easy.
He put it on the table, carefully examined the Yin Spirit Beads one by one, and was even more surprised in his heart, because the Yin Spirit Beads that Roland took out actually had seven middle-grade Yin Spirit Beads and thirty lower-grade Yin Spirit Beads.
Generally speaking, the middle-grade Yin Spirit Bead is much more difficult to obtain than the lower grade, and the gray-clothed mummies wandering in the underground tomb are not easy to deal with, and it is even more difficult to condense the Yin Spirit Bead, which makes the middle-aged man inevitably look at Roland differently.
He nodded with satisfaction and said, "Yes, the quality is very good, and they are all complete, passed!" β
"Luo Lan, a student of the outer palace of the Northern Academy, has passed the year-end assessment, and will be rewarded with an additional merit worth 1,000!"
He took up the pen and recorded Roland's name in the book, and then handed Roland a wooden tablet and said: "This is the nameplate for completing the annual examination, go back and hand it over to the school palace to receive the reward of meritorious value." β
After a pause, the middle-aged man continued: "Tomorrow there is a warship going to the Golden Field, you can take a ship to go there first, and then go to the Academy Palace by yourself, or wait here, and go directly to the Northern Academy Palace in two days, as you like." β
Roland nodded and said, "Got it, thank you senior!" β
He reached out and took the wooden sign, and by this time it was already dark, and the camp at the foot of the mountain was lit up.
Although this newly built campsite is located in the depths of the Scimitar Mountains and is uninhabited for hundreds of miles, it is bustling and prosperous day by day because of the existence of the Temora Tomb.
Unlike other places, there were almost no ordinary people walking around, basically all of them were temple guards and different students from the outer palace, and after completing the registration procedures, Roland and Gerry returned to the two-story wooden building outside the valley together.
After the necessary bathing and dressing, after a short rest, it was still early to go to bed, so Roland decided to go out for a stroll and sell the weapons and equipment hunted in the mausoleum by the way.
He had already inquired with the steward of the Divine Hall, and the Divine Hall had a special person responsible for recovering these loot from the Tomb of Tymorrah, and of course he would find another way to sell them, and they would not care.
And when Roland pushed the door and left, Gerry waited downstairs early, because Roland saved his life in the tomb, and also helped him get together enough Yin Spirit Beads needed to pass the level, so he was extremely grateful to Roland and came over to see what he could do to help.
Roland didn't talk nonsense, he said his purpose, and the two walked towards the commercial area of the camp.
After a moment, Gerry's eyes lit up suddenly, and he pointed ahead and said, "Dwarven Craftsman's Shop?" This is what we are looking for! β
Roland looked in the direction of his finger, and sure enough, he saw a craftsman shop with a sword, shield, and banner hanging under the eaves.
There is only one blacksmith shop in the camp, which is responsible for selling, recycling, and repairing weapons and equipment, and most importantly, if the students of the outer palace take the items they find in the tomb, they can be exchanged for merit points in the shrine.
The faΓ§ade of this dwarven craftsman shop is not large, and the interior decoration is not satisfactory, but the simple shelves, with a dazzling array of weapons and armor, look imposing.
A thin, dark, apprentice baker was talking across the counter with three or four customers.
Behind the counter, the door was open on the left, and you could see the forge inside, and the clanging sound of banging, and a fiery smell in the air.
When Roland and Gerry walked in, the apprentice looked over and greeted him warmly: "Look at it casually, two senior brothers, tell me what you like!" β
The apprentice said hello, and the customers turned their heads curiously.
One of the gray-robed young men met Roland's gaze, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.
"Roland!" The two words were completely squeezed out of his teeth, with indescribable resentment and resentment.
It's really a narrow road!
Roland also recognized the other party and couldn't help but snort coldly.
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