Helibel came to the adventurer's guild inside the town according to the domineering guidance of seeing and hearing, since you want to live in this world for a period of time, you can't have no money, and the existence of the adventurer's guild is for people like Heribel who only plan to use force rather than sell their strength to make money.

A large number of disturbed old bird adventurers gathered together to chat, discussing whether to go to the royal capital to join the team to defeat the demon god, but the vast majority of people still have self-knowledge, and it is very clear that if it is only the lowest-level demon, it will be easy to do, but if it is a high-level monster, they will definitely not send it to death.

These old bird adventurers are much stronger than the silly white sweet foursome she met just now, but some of them who have not experienced going deep into the goblin lair to crusade against goblins are also very likely to be planted in the hands of goblins, otherwise how did those goblin kings appear, it is precisely because they have faced powerful adventurers and are not dead, and have the ability to lead other goblins to survive higher, they will be honored as kings by the rest of the goblins.

It's a simple registration.,Of course, the content in it is all fake.,But the registration of a lowest-level adventurer won't be too strict.,The main role of identity registration is to die somewhere after the bones are found by other adventurers.,The identity dog tag representing her identity is sent back to her hometown according to the above records.。

As for strict censorship, more than eighty percent will die at the hands of goblins, and the remaining twenty percent is estimated to stop at the middle and low level or middle and high level adventurers in this life, what is there to review rookie adventurers, really strictly review every rookie adventurer who comes to register doesn't need money, right?

"Alright, here's your little white porcelain plate." The adventurer receptionist handed her the identity dog tag with a charming smile, and then briefly explained to her the level of the adventurer professionally, "The adventurer level recognized by the adventurer guild is divided into ten levels, of which the top level 1 adventurer platinum and level 2 adventurer are only a handful, and their main tasks are basically to travel across several countries to help the country or save the world, as for the silver adventurers of level 3 below, the number is very large. ”

"Oh! Understood, I'm the lowliest! And then the ones that go up need to be judged according to the completion of the task, right? "Helibel doesn't really care about her adventurer level, he's not a native of this world, God knows when he will have to leave this world, and he cares about the highest level adventurer dog tag that symbolizes the glory of the world's indigenous adventurers.

"That's right, you understand it very correctly." The adventurer's receptionist lady replied with a smile, and then stretched out her palm and still kept a smile, "The one posted on the bulletin board over there is a mission request, you can choose a mission that matches your level to complete." ”

"As a newcomer, my personal advice is to start exercising by cleaning up the sewers, and then team up to take on more advanced tasks after leveling up."

The adventurer receptionist lady gave her own advice with a smile, she really has seen too many self-esteemed rookie adventurers choose goblins as the first opponent of their adventure journey, and then basically few people can come back to her alive to deliver the task, even if they come back alive, it is basically the kind that can be permanently trapped in the goblin lair with heavy casualties, so although she knows that most of the mentally retarded rookie adventurers who let the donkey kick their brains will not pay attention to her kindness, She tried to persuade them not to die every time, but no one had ever listened to her advice.

Over time, she no longer persuades newcomer adventurers every time she encounters them, anyway, no matter how much persuasion is useless, then wait until Mr. Goblin Killer comes back and finishes the task and tells Mr. Goblin Killer the goblin lair they went to to Mr. Goblin Killer, and then it depends on their luck whether they can survive, but because too much time has passed, basically only a few Rinpoche female adventurers who were treated by goblins as giving birth to baby goblins can be rescued, Their next fate, which has been completely devastated, is to be sent to the temple to serve the gods.

There is mercy, there is anger, but more often than not, there is helplessness.

Because there is too little money to kill and it is not very safe, there are basically few old bird adventurers who are willing to kill goblins, and old bird adventurers are confident that they can brush the goblin nest alone, and as a result, a news that they accidentally folded themselves in and never came back will also reach their ears from time to time, which leads to a very shit situation.

Because the upper echelons of the kingdom generally do not attach much importance to being a low-level monster goblin, a goblin is not worth a few dollars at all, and the goblin is a monster that reproduces quickly, basically living in the short cave they dug out, and the weapons of the vast majority of master adventurers cannot be used at all, and can only use short swords and small shields to fight the goblins.

And then there is the goblin, although the IQ of the monster is not very high, but it has nothing to do with the mentally retarded, and it is possible to set traps for sneak attacks, and to use female adventurers who are lost in the nest ** as shields.

To put it bluntly, what is the purpose of being an adventurer?

The vast majority of people are fame and fortune, taking the risk to kill goblins, neither fame nor profit, but also taking a risk no less than crusading against other monsters, and even the risk is even greater, there are a few old bird adventurers with a lot of brains are willing to do this kind of work whose income is not proportional to their expenses, that is, rookie adventurers who are stupid and don't know the risks of crusading against goblins will take this job and deliver meat to the door.

The Adventurer Receptionist, Little Sister, when she once got the idea from the drunken old bird adventurers' mouths, she gave up the idea of persuading these old bird adventurers to hunt goblins too, no fame and no fortune, only relying on a mouth, unless the goblins threatened by the hometown of these old bird goblins, they were all lazy and unwilling to destroy the goblins.

"I'm sorry, but I'm on a mission to destroy the goblin nests in the forest." Helibel shook her head calmly in the face of the kindness of the young lady of the adventurer receptionist, and reached out to take out the bag she had been pinning behind her buttocks.

"I remember that hunting goblins unless you want to destroy a certain nest requires cutting off the goblin's left ear as a mission credential, and you can count the number of goblins' left ear inside."