Richard's eyebrows jumped, and he said curiously, "What is a paladin?" ”

"Hey, do you need to say that? Of course, it is the highest level of warriors! After breaking through the ninth level of the warrior, the next level is the saint level, and once you become a saint-level warrior, even the king has to be polite to you. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The bald head looked yearning, and then his face darkened, "People like us are also daydreaming, and our entire kingdom has not been out of the holy level for decades." ”

In his mouth, Richard learned a lot of new things.

For example, the Kanoran Continent is mainly divided into two professions: warriors who cultivate physical strength and focus on fighting spirit. and meditation to cultivate spiritual power, and a magician who destroys the world with a wave of his hand.

It is difficult to distinguish between the two professions, but in terms of status, magicians are superior. Richard himself also likes the mage profession because he can hide behind and cast magic safely!

If he were to be a warrior fighting on the front line, Richard would definitely shake his head faster than anyone else. As a modern person, peace and friendship are the most important thing, and to hell with the bloodshed or something!

The group walked out of the Warcraft Forest, and their vision suddenly opened up, the sun on the horizon was about to set, and the blood-red light sprinkled on their faces, which was a little scary.

At this time, Richard saw a very tall black tower in the city, reaching up to the sky, as if it could touch the clouds. Upon inquiry, I learned that the name of the tower was the Tower of the World.

Richard wasn't interested for the time being, so he didn't ask much.

Near the city gate, a bunch of mercenaries lined up there, and the forest at night was dangerous, so everyone chose to return to the city at this time. They talked to each other, with either a satisfied smile on their faces or a look of sadness.

Some people returned with a full load, and some people stayed in the Warcraft Forest forever. They were a bunch of blood-licking guys with their heads hanging from their belts and falling off if they weren't paying attention.

Richard was secretly glad that he was a nobleman, he didn't have to worry about eating, drinking, and clothing, and his life was much better than that of a mercenary. In the Kanolan Continent, the people at the bottom are civilians, and a little higher are mercenaries.

On both sides of the main gate, painted red, are the secondary gates, which are built relatively low to facilitate access. The main door only opens when war is waged.

Because there was Richard, a noble lord, in the bald team, they patted the butts of the group of mercenaries who were staring at each other in line and walked towards the 'noble passage'.

There were a lot fewer people here, and there wasn't a single one for half a day. The soldiers on guard are also not like the ones next to them, with their nostrils in the sky, and they treat the mercenaries as sons.

After seeing the badge on Richard's chest, the soldier smiled and made a gesture of invitation, and when he saw it, he couldn't help but snort: "The guy who bullies the soft and is afraid of the hard." ”

Richard said strangely, "Do they often embarrass you?" ”

Speaking of this, the bald head showed a hateful expression and sighed: "If you compete in strength, those two wastes together are not my opponents!" But the backstage is hard, and offending those two is equivalent to slapping the city lord in the face. ”

"If anyone offends them, not only will the entrance tax be increased several times, but the demonic beasts we brought back will even be confiscated."

After entering the city, the bald head said goodbye to Richard, and they were going to the Mercenary Guild to dispose of the triangular antelope.

Richard watched their backs as they walked away, laughing and shouting, 'I'll have a good meal tonight, and I'll not get drunk.' ’

After looking at it with envy, Li noticed that his throat was moving, he was a drunkard, and he didn't know what it was like to drink from another world?

Before that, he had to take a good walk around the city and get to know the Canolan continent.

It was not too late, walking on the main road, the crowd was bustling, most of them were wearing linen robes, some were wearing armor, and there were many fierce mercenaries with five big and three thick.

On both sides, the vendors shouted as they should, with all sorts of strange fruits and food. Richard watched it with relish, he was poor in his previous life, no father or mother, no one was hurt, walking on the street to appreciate the exotic customs, and there was a feeling of traveling to a foreign country.

In a blacksmith shop, there is a clanging sound, and the boss can be seen swinging a hammer and forging weapons. On the shelves in front of the door were many samples, sharp swords, heavy axes, and well-made longbows.

Richard stopped, looked at the weapons, and touched them with his hand, they were indeed not fakes, and the feeling of the touch was the cold of steel.

There were mercenaries haggling with the boss inside, and they were so noisy that they blushed and had thick necks, as if they could pull out knives for a few copper plates.

Richard sighed twice, and said in his heart that this is not a toy, it is used to kill people! Putting it out to sell in broad daylight is worthy of being a different world.

The boss finally reached a consensus with the mercenary, and finally bought a long sword for three silver coins and eight copper coins. When the mercenary came out, Richard happened to block the door, concentrating on checking the weapon, the latter looked grim, cut with a displeased expression, but still leaned over and said, "Noble lord, I want to go out from here." ”

Richard, who has a good cultural literacy, woke up at this time, looked at the other party's tall man, fierce eyes, trembled, and smiled apologetically before getting out of the way.

This made the mercenary look surprised and left.

"Hey, this noble lord, what do you want? A gorgeous one-handed sword? I've got some treasures here! ”

The boss smiled enthusiastically and invited Richard into the store, but Richard didn't have half a copper plate on his body, so he bluntly rejected him, making the boss show a regretful expression, thinking that a fat sheep had come.

Wandering around the street, Richard clutched his rumbling stomach and complained, "I'm so hungry, let's go back to that Liska family." ”

Following the route of his memory, Richard prepares to rush back to his family. But as he walked, he was attracted by a rich aroma, and he couldn't help but come to a stall hungry.

It was a somewhat bloated woman, dressed in a white apron with a square scarf wrapped around her head, and beside her was a small cart, covered with a cloth, and underneath was the aroma of freshly baked bread.

The bread was arm-long, toasted so golden that it made people swallow just by looking at it, and after taking a deep breath, Richard felt that he couldn't wait any longer, that he had to eat something.

There was a man dressed as an aristocrat in front of him, who was buying bread, and Richard unwillingly stepped forward to take a look, and the man turned his head, and Richard was stunned.

The latter was a tall, lanky man in a meticulous black gown. His face was abnormally pale, his hands and feet were as thin as chopsticks, his eyes were narrow, and the bridge of his nose was high.

A memory came out of his mind, and Richard instantly learned his name, and shouted out in surprise: "Jimo? ”

The nobleman named Jimo hugged Richard in surprise and asked, "How is it?" Have you awakened the talent of a magician? ”

Richard's expression froze, and he said curtly: "Don't mention that first, I'm dying of hunger!" ”