The liquid in the cup is a transparent orange-yellow color, with a few bubbling white flowers shaking slightly, sloping to the mouth.

The old man sat alone in the corner of the tavern, put down the bucket in his hand, half-squinted his eyes and savored the sweetness that had just flowed down his throat into his stomach, as if he was reminiscing about the good old days when he would never return, but now he was completely depressed in the eyes of outsiders, his brown curls mixed with a few pale filaments, the jagged stubble covered his chin and mouth like weeds, his limp body leaned against the back of the seat like a lost mud, and his sunken eyes lowered his head to look at the ground at his feet.

It wasn't until a moment later, feeling his throat tugging without warning, that he threw up his neck without hesitation and gave a loud hiccup, and then stretched out lazily and was trying to call the bartender for another drink, when he found a large young man with black hair walking past him at some point and sitting down opposite him, smiling and greeting him as if he were familiar with him:

"Mr. Groledon."

"Huh?" The old man named Groleiden was a little sober, and his brows furrowed slightly, "You are ......"

"You don't have to rack your brains to figure out what exactly I'm doing with you, it's just the first time we've met." The black-haired young man casually put his hand on the wine table, supported half of his scarred face and jaw with his arms, and looked into the other's eyes with brown eyes, "My name is Urs, and I have just come to Twilight City during this time, and I am a two-star adventurer who has been officially registered with the association. ”

"Two-star adventurer...... Oh adventurer, you're an adventurer. Gloleden blinked his eyelids twice, revealing a smirk full of alcohol, "Haha, adventurer is a good job, thrilling, exciting, suitable for you young people, hiccup...... Well, Warnes is on board, and I wish you an epic and great adventure. ”

As he spoke, he turned his head, raised the empty glass in his hand, and shouted to the bartender in the room to bring another glass of ale here, as if he didn't take the existence of Urs seriously at all, shouting and shouting that his voice was lengthened by another sudden hiccup, causing a burst of snickering from several strangers in the next seat.

The atmosphere suddenly became slightly awkward.

Urs watched quietly as he made such a clown-like "performance", and said to himself that the old fellow had not changed.

Gloriden didn't know him, but he knew this old man during his journey as a player in his previous life, and knew that the other party was actually a skilled thief professional, an NPC teammate with good character attributes and actual combat experience in the early game, and his temper was not too weird, and the difficulty of recruiting was much easier than that of the mage on the tower and the paladin in the knights, and players with high charisma attributes could directly convince him with a mouth cannon.

If you don't have a charisma stat of 15 or more, you can also gain the trust of the old thief, but you will have to work a little hard to untie a knot in the depths of his memories.

That knot was almost a nightmare shadow for Gloriden.

Urs's charisma attribute was as low as 7 points in his life was really clumsy, and he didn't expect any inexplicable leadership temperament in him to attract Gloledon to take the initiative to follow him, so without waiting for the old thief in front of him to get the wine from the bartender, he continued to say to him:

"Mr. Groleiden, you have come here to look for you this time because you need your help."

"Oh? Help? Gloledon turned his head and looked at the young man suspiciously, "What do you want?" ”

"My adventure squad needs a fellow established thief." Urs said straight.

"Oh, you mean thieves......" Gloryden rolled his eyes, nodded in realization, and raised his hand to hold his chin as if he was thoughtful, "Well, thieves do matter. I suggest you go to your Adventurers' Guild to inquire more about this matter, rather than wasting time chatting with an old drunkard. ”

"But as far as I know, the old drunkard sitting across from me at the moment happens to be a thief with extraordinary skills, and even has a little weapon skill as a warrior."

"Nonsense, who did you listen to?"

"I looked into you."

"What? Have you investigated me? Hearing this, Gloleiden was stunned, and his originally confused eyes widened inadvertently for a moment.

"Yes." Urs didn't plan to go around in circles with Gloriden, so he simply admitted it, but what he thought in his heart was that anyway, I would have already figured out the details of you anyway, and it was okay to say it.

At this point in the topic, the old man with brown curly hair pinched his fingers, and his previous appearance was temporarily restrained by him.

He took a deep breath and froze, his gray eyes wandering away from Urs's body with a half-cloudy gaze for a few seconds, and then asked rhetorically, "Long story short, do you want me to join your adventure party?" ”

"That's right."

"Then it's a pity that we fell apart."

"Why?"

"Because I'm old, I'm fifty years old this year, old arms and legs." Gloryden shrugged, "Also, although I'm old, I'm not old yet, right-the slave knights of the Golden Bird Empire?" ”

At the end of the sentence, he deliberately lowered his voice to the extent that only the two of them could hear it, and on the surface, he spread his hands to Urs to express the helplessness in his heart, but there was a moment of fox-like cunning light flashing in the depths of the pupil.

Slave knighthood is a twisted honor, and the shackle coat of arms is rarely seen along the shores of Emerald Bay, and those who recognize the tattoo usually distance themselves from an Imperial slave with the title of knight under the idea of self-preservation.

Game of Thrones is full of bloody wit, and no one but politicians, careerists, and madmen wants to actively wade into the troubled waters of politics, unless the bottom of the murky waters lurks a risk-taking interest worth exploring.

Gloriden is depressed, but his mind is not stupid.

The hand holding half of his cheek slid down the skin and felt the slightly convex shackle coat of arms on the side of his neck, and Urs knew that unless he cut off the skin and replace it in the future, his sensitive status as a slave knight would always hinder his actions in some way.

In particular, with people.

So, the extremely limited identity of a slave is really not suitable for the start, even if it is boring to practice the trumpet.

With a few words of complaint in his mind about his life in this life, the black-haired young man couldn't help but sigh lightly, but he was obviously unwilling to give up.

Only the two-person team of the Barbarian and the Priest can't go far in this world of opportunity and danger, and there are only a handful of high-quality NPC teammates in the early game, especially the Rogue Profession with a good heart.

For this recruitment, he came from the beginning with the determination to win.

Gloriden's will looked even more decadent than he had expected.

In that case...... Then it's good to put on some fierce materials.

Thinking about it, he sneered and slapped his tongue, and squeezed out a place name from his mouth in the same low volume: "Russ Canyon ......"