"Oh, Stellar, Fried, your conversation is so cold, it's even icier than the frozen Biluo Sea in winter!" Baron Theresa snorted a hot xiaolongbao without manners and said mockingly.

Although Duchamp did not teach the proper way to eat xiaolongbao, as a foodie, he quickly mastered the trick.

"Actually, there is no barrier when I say that." After destroying the xiaolongbao, Baron Teresa sat up straight, took out the majesty of the lord, and said to Duchamp seriously: "This morning, Fried happened to have something to do with me, so I persuaded him to come and taste your amazing food." ”

"Fried has a heavy burden on his shoulders, his hometown, the north-central part of the former Duchy of Northumbria, has been completely reduced to salt, and there are tens of thousands of people waiting for the Polaris Chasseur to receive help. So when he heard that there was money to be made, he was inevitably more anxious than me. Baron Theresa said the subject comically, not so lightly.

Fried believed that the salt disaster was a disaster from heaven, and that the consequences should not be borne only by the people of Northumbria, so sometimes some radical measures were used to collect salt taxes. In fact, the entire Northern Hunters thought so, so they acted without scruples. In comparison, the Polaris Hunting Regiment is very principled in it. Today, without your permission, I invited Fried to your feast, in the hope that Stellary will not cause any estrangement in your heart because of this matter. The baron said sincerely, waiting expectantly for Duchamp's friendly response.

Duchamp frowned, the expression on his face gradually converged, and he said word by word: "Indeed, I have always felt very shocked and regretful about the salt disaster, and I also admire the brave men of Northumbria, who broke into the continent and fed their mother country with their lives. However, the salt disaster was 17 years ago. Today's northern chasseurs, in the north and south of the continent, do everything, and how many of them are fighting for their original beliefs. Perhaps, some people have long forgotten their original beliefs and become fighting for bloodlust and greed. In a few years' time, their descendants, the descendants of the hunters, may no longer remember that there is still the name Northumboria on the continent, but only bloodthirsty, chaotic, indulgent and killing. ”

"You fart!" The head of the Polaris Hunters, Fried, stood up like an enraged lion, and roared loudly: "The Polaris hunters will never forget Northumbria, and will not forget this land that is still starving and suffering to this day. It is you, the people of this world, who are good at forgetting, who are only interested in your own comfort and enjoyment, and are not willing to give a spare piece of bread to those who are hungry and cold. ”

The tall hunter, whose spirit was close to madness, raised his hands and waved them to the sky: "They say that thing is the power of the goddess, why would the goddess throw such terrifying power at her people. Is it to punish us? Is it condemnation on us? Is this the power of God, or the power of the devil? Don't let me know who cast the devil, just let me know that whether it's a god or a demon, I'm going to hit his temple and tear him to pieces! Oh!! ”

As the head of the hunting regiment unconsciously waved his hands wildly, a cyclone erupted on his body, shattering the plates on the table and the fragile items in the room. The lord was so frightened that he hid under the table and cried out in a loud voice: "Fried, be sober! Calm down! ”

And Duchamp fell into a state of stupefaction, not for the impassioned rebuke of the head of the hunting regiment, but for the new task he had just received:

"Relief for the victims of Nosampuria:

With the outbreak of the 'Salt Plague', Northumburia became a god-forsaken land, and the people still live without food, which further caused turmoil and antagonism in the world. Find a way to feed the people of Northumbria, and you will be rewarded handsomely. For every 1/10 progress in the mission, one skill point is awarded. If the task is completed, the player will be rewarded with an additional piece of ninth-order equipment and 100,000 ingots. 10,000 points of world prestige. ”

What stunned Duchamp was not only the first prestige quest in the system, but also the generous rewards of the quest: 100,000 yuan treasure, 10 skill points and a ninth-order equipment, and 10,000 world prestige. The Wheel of Destiny that he took to exchange for ingots, the system showed that it was a ninth-order item, a pseudo-artifact.

Seeing the reward, Duchamp's mind turned to how many milas he would get for the relief of a principality, and he silently calculated the account: a principality, which has been half salted, has now become an autonomous state, and the population is unlikely to exceed 500,000, if a person's minimum food and clothing line for a year is 10,000 mila, the cost of this task is 5 billion mila per year. But if half of the people could solve it themselves, the annual cost would be 2.5 billion mira. If you are a third sister, this task can be easily completed. If the third sister ignores it and stands on her own, then she has to become the Buff, Murdoch or Gates of this world.

"Ten skill points! If you can have it, then my brother will be a cow with advanced stealth and teleportation. Oh, and artifacts! Thinking of this, Duchamp couldn't help but feel hot in his heart, and his nosebleed flowed.

Baron Theresa shivered under the table, secretly watching the frenzied head of the hunting regiment and the motionless Duchamp, who was bleeding from his nose, full of regret for not being able to act as a mediator.

"Ahh The frenzied head of the hunting regiment, with nowhere to vent, finally punched the only target in front of him. Duchamp, who did not react, immediately flew to the wall, shattered from the wall with a clatter, and collapsed to the ground.

The head of the hunting regiment, who threw a punch, suddenly realized that he seemed to have done something that he shouldn't have done, and slowly regained the clarity of the Lingtai, looking at the bloody figure on the ground, he couldn't believe that he did it.

Obviously, I am here to reconcile!

I actually lost control and killed people, as a soldier, I have been strict with myself for decades, and I have such times when I am out of control.

Or am I already out of control?

Could it be, as this underground kid said, that the hunters have become beings who only know bloodthirsty, indulgent and killing!

"It can't be, it can't be." The head of the hunting regiment roared, his brain blank. He strode down the stairs in a panic and rushed out aimlessly.

The Lord, who was safe, slipped from under the table to Duchamp's body and shouted, "Stelleur, Stellarity, my God, you can't die, this is a disaster!" ”