"Friend, can't you really discuss it anymore?"

The other party's words were still polite, and there was even a faint hint of weakness in his tone, but whether it was the tense hand muscles, the subtle position movements, and the mage hiding in the crowd, their intentions had already been exposed.

Although he didn't hear the chanting of the spell, the flow of magic was clearly reflected in his frog eyes, Sherlock didn't say anything, the wind and thunder shuriken in his hand was thrown directly at the magic light point in his eyes, and then he withdrew from the transformation, and the Winter Snow Scepter in the spatial ring fell into his hand.

These five people didn't expect that the other party would dare to take the lead, and what they didn't expect was that the wind and thunder shuriken that was obviously crooked actually caused the mage's spell backlash.

The ensuing mana riot involved them all, and the damage was not high, but it still caused a lot of commotion, and by the time they recovered, a cold wind had already filled the surroundings.

Almost in the blink of an eye, all five players were frozen.

The chanting time of the dragon grammar technique is already short, and he has the blessing of the sixth-level dragon language, plus the bonus given by the equipment, this ice mist technique has been formed in less than three seconds, and with the equipment of this group of players, it will definitely not be able to withstand the freezing judgment.

After 10 seconds, the duration of the Ice Mist was over, and the druid and mage died in the freeze.

As for the remaining three, after getting out of the frozen state, they were greeted by a yellow lightning bolt, and now the position of this squad is so dense, it is just right for this small area of high-damage lightning summoning technique.

The furious lightning elemental struck down on the ground with a loud bang, taking the three raiders below with it.

Sherlock finally experienced the thrill of bombarding others with spells, which was a completely different experience from slashing through them one by one with a scimitar or shuriken.

I picked it up casually.,It's all whiteboard equipment.,Just that cute girl mage exploded a high-quality hat.,This is probably the norm for ordinary players.。

After cleaning up the obstacles and others, he tied up Mirlu again, but the state of this NPC was a little wrong, not only did he not have the excitement and excitement when he met just now, but it was replaced by a deep sense of loss and resentment.

"Mir, I've already paid back the money for the last drink, so I don't need to look like this." Sherlock wanted to make a joke to lighten the mood, but he overestimated his emotional intelligence, and the joke made him feel a little cold.

Fortunately, Mirlu didn't seem to be listening to him, he didn't know what he was thinking, his face kept changing, and finally he looked at Sherlock with a grim face and said, "Is it okay to send me to the Lost Soul Mountain?" ”

This look was so extreme and pure desire and hatred that Sherlock had never seen in any normal person, and it was definitely not something he remembered that the tavern waiter would reveal.

"Yes, but can you tell me why you're going there?" He asked tentatively.

Mirlou is an NPC he knows from the first time he sees that the other party must have a task, so after knocking the elixir, his subconscious makes him make that kind of out-of-the-ordinary behavior, intending to attract the attention of the other party and deepen the relationship between the two parties.

Although the subsequent prom invitation was an accident, the favorability of the two has reached a basic point after that.

And it was that dance party that also made Sherlock discover the strangeness of the other party, the increase in the control of the wind element, and the sudden change of temperament, which undoubtedly indicates that this hidden quest line is about to be triggered.

With the favorability of both at the time, if it weren't for the fact that exploring the dwarven castle took him too much time, he would definitely be the first priority for this task.

Although there was a bit of an accident in the process now, the result did not change much, and he still had a chance to take on this task, but this Mirlou was not just a simple NPC for him, and there were some things he still wanted to ask clearly.

"Why don't you ask more, you just say ......," Mir grimaced, and was about to explode into the anger he had been holding back for a long time.

It's just that she hasn't eaten since she was captured by the green-clawed lizardman, and then she escaped all the way with those players, and then this series of twists and turns, at this moment, the blood is surging, the anger is attacking, and the head falls directly down as soon as she faints, and at the last moment before falling into a coma, she heard a druid's sigh.

"Eh, trouble!"

……

When Mirlou woke up again to find herself in a tavern, perhaps due to her coma, she was much calmer and had time to observe her surroundings.

This tavern, in terms of facilities, not to mention the Far Star Tavern where she worked before, is not even comparable to the taverns in the villages and towns.

It's just that in such a simple wooden house, more than a dozen tables of people are full, and the ears are full of praise and the sound of chewing.

Before she could figure out what was going on, a unique smell of flesh entered her nose and traveled down the olfactory nerve to her brain, and then she developed a strong desire to eat.

Glancing at the druids who were feasting beside him, Mirlu subconsciously grasped the fork on the table.

Probably because this dish was so delicious, the two didn't have time to chat until they finished fighting for the most shredded meat.

At that time, Mirlu suddenly fainted, and after Sherlock shook off a reconnaissance scroll, seeing that the other party's life was not in danger, he poured her a bottle of stamina potion, and then flew to the nearby Bamboo Story's guild station on Thestrals.

He wanted to find a random place to rest, but the smell of the tavern called 'Nakajiju' kept him in his tracks.

So there was what Millou saw when he woke up.

Last time, I just took a look at the scale and layout of this station, and I didn't observe much about the details inside, but I didn't expect to miss this good place.

In reality, you can't experience the deliciousness of the food, and it's good to be able to feast on it in the game, and the inverse proportion to the taste of the food is that the things in this store are not expensive, Sherlock just ordered four dishes and one soup, not even 100 gold.

"Boss, here are two chilled lesrlags."

As a tavern, whether the food is good or not is only secondary, wine is the key, he just glanced at the menu, the wine on it is very complete, and even the special product of the Lysle Forest in the east of the Falling Star Sea is available, but the price of this wine is much more expensive, 360 a bundle.

As soon as Sherlock's words came out, a hearty laugh came from behind, and before he could turn back, an arm was wrapped around his neck.

"Lao Xia, this kind of wine is so boring to drink, it's been a long time, let's dry this barrel of rye wine first."