The giant girl didn't drink much tonight, her face shrouded in the moonlight was white and red, and the drunkenness between her eyebrows was extremely intoxicating, and Roland couldn't help but lose her mind for a while when she saw it in her eyes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The cold wind blew, Roland came back to his senses, and said angrily: "You want to scare me to death!" ”

Lyudmila glared at him without showing weakness: "It's convenient for you to say it, I haven't seen anyone for so long, I'm worried that you can't find the toilet and pee your pants, so I only came out to take a look at you when I care about you, is this also wrong?" It's really kind and not rewarded. ”

Roland laughed and said: "If I can't find a toilet, I'll find a corner and solve it on the spot, and the living can still suffocate urine." ”

Lyudmila gave him a blank look: "Are you still reasonable to urinate anywhere?" Forget it, I don't bother with you, I have more important things to ask you. ”

"What's the matter?" Roland had a faint premonition.

"You kid, I don't know how much ink you have in your belly? Why did you suddenly become erudite and knowledgeable, that's all, you used to be stupid, but now you have become sharp-toothed, and you are like a bard in front of adults, you say you, what evil has you fallen into? Why didn't I realize you had such a great ability? ”

The giant girl looked deeply into Roland's eyes, her gaze burning and curious.

Roland's scalp tingled when he heard this, and he didn't dare to let her interrogate again: "Don't talk about this yet, you tell me what this barn is for." ”

Lyudmila couldn't help but laugh, and poked a finger at the center of his eyebrows: "Are you stupid? Isn't this the kind of glove warehouse we used to get into when we were kids! Some guests leave something when they stay in the hotel, and it looks like it is still a little valuable, so they are stored here, and if they think about it one day and come back to ask for it, they will return it to others. There are also some customers who are professional adventurers, and before going out on an adventure, they will store some equipment that they don't need for the time being, but they are unlucky, and they will never return, most of them will die in the wilderness, and the relics left behind are also stored in the warehouse, and we are not good at handling them without permission, so as not to cause disputes. ”

Roland couldn't hold back the heat in his heart, rubbed his hands and said, "I want to go in and have a look, maybe I can find a treasure." ”

"It's dirty inside, there's nothing to see."

"Not necessarily." Roland insisted.

"Oh, I'm out of line as soon as you coquettish, it's really ......" Lyudmila finally couldn't bear to sweep Roland's sexuality, so she took out a large bunch of keys from behind her waist, and chattered: "Don't tell my mother, and don't stain my skirt, otherwise ......"

Roland was full of promises, and when Lyudmila opened the door, he jumped in like an arrow from a string, looking east and sniffing west, his face full of vigilance.

Lyudmila covered her mouth and laughed: "Look at your stupidity, live like a little wolf dog." He twisted his waist and followed.

Roland didn't bother to talk to her, the luck in the warehouse made him energetic, and he didn't need the system to prompt, he knew where to hide what he was looking for.

Striding behind a shelf, Roland felt around the corner, and soon pulled out a two-foot-long iron box from the empty oak barrel.

The iron box was wrapped in thick leather and locked. Roland blew the dust and was about to reach for the lock, but was pulled by Lyudmila.

"Don't move! This lock was a mechanism set up by my mother, and if touched by mistake, it would shoot deadly poisoned arrows. ”

Roland was taken aback: "What kind of treasure is here?" ”

Secret locks and traps are set up specifically for the iron box, which shows that Evgenia values the things she collects, so why not store the iron box in a safer place such as a bedroom or a vault, but instead dispose of it in this warehouse with a pile of clutter?

Roland became more and more confused.

Lyudmila raised an eyebrow, not answering his question, but took the iron box and tapped it lightly on the bronze cast instrument panel, as if to trigger the password with a special pattern.

After a few moments, there was a crackling sound in the iron box, and the secret lock opened.

The lid of the box flipped open, revealing a delicate crossbow the size of a palm.

Lyudmila carefully removed the delicate murder weapon, skillfully removed the crossbow arrow, and shook it at Roland with a cluster of green arrows.

"Do you know what poison is quenched on this?"

Roland's knowledge of poison was not enough to identify such a high-end toxin, and he frowned and shook his head slightly.

"Hehe, that thing on the tail of a two-legged wyvern."

Hiss –

Roland gasped and moved his ass sideways a foot, lest Lyudmila slap poke him.

Lyudmila trembled with joy: "Look at you, you're really a coward." ”

"You hurry up and put it away, don't be afraid of 10,000, just in case."

"See, my poor Roland, aren't the Blackguards known for their mastery of quenching poison? You're going to be a shame on your profession. Lyudmila put away her crossbow and poisoned arrows, and did not forget to tease Roland by the way.

The corners of Roland's mouth twitched, and he said stupidly: "My knowledge of pharmacology is still lacking, and I don't want to touch poison for the time being." ”

It is a very dangerous job to quench the poison of the weapon, and it is not uncommon for the misoperation to cause self-poisoning, and even fatal, so the Dark Guard Mentor will always warn newcomers not to try to quench the weapon until the comprehensive evaluation of the professional level reaches the second level.

It's complicated, it's complicated, it takes a lot of things like skills, expertise, and combat skills, but it's easy to say, because the person in charge of the assessment is not an organization, but a god you believe in.

The natives of Vares are not blessed with a system like Roland, and many times faith takes on the functions of the game system, what level are you, how much heat (experience points) are missing, what new abilities can be obtained after upgrading, as long as you silently pray to the gods and you will get a revelation.

As for those who have no faith, such as the ancient arcanists, they don't need to worry about seeing themselves, their knowledge is unfathomable, and any problem can be solved with spells, such as judging the level, a very simple prophecy trick can be solved.

Specific to the Black Guard, an important indicator of the professional level of level 2 is the understanding and mastery of poison, and if you can cross this threshold, you will basically not make trouble and accidentally injure yourself when you quench the weapon.

Roland's accumulation in this area is still too shallow, and he has been too busy recently, and poison science has not been included in his academic curriculum for the time being, not to mention that the bipedal wyvern poison in Lyudmila's hands is one of the most notorious toxins in the fantasy world, so of course he must stay away.

With the bolt trap removed, there are no other traps in the iron box. Lyudmila took out a leather package from it and opened it slowly, with an extraordinarily gentle movement. Roland also noticed that there was a faint sentimentality in her eyes, as if she was recalling something, and the girl's abnormal demeanor deepened his curiosity: what was it that evoked Lyudmila's memories and filled her eyes with sadness?

ps: The protagonist's first piece of magic equipment, the market price is 36,000 oceans, guess what it will be? ＾＾