"Players?"

Seeing the two battle records shared by Charles, the quicksand on his fingertips and the haunting dream showed a look of surprise.

"Well, not something I encountered last night." Charles smiled, "And an acquaintance. In fact, when I saw his name, I knew it was him. ”

"Acquaintances?" Sorcerers and wanderers were even more confused.

"Remember the halfling wanderer who wanted to steal our Fishman Overseer in Fishman Quest? That's the guy. Charles laughed, "Oh, by the way, this guy was the first one to run after the Fishman Sacrifice. If I hadn't used flying skills, those two fish-man priests would probably have been taken away by him. ”

"The halfling?"

The cold eyes of quicksand on his fingertips suddenly turned cold, "He's following us?" How else would it be here? ”

"Call him in and ask if it will be clear."

"I think he recognized me from the battle logs, too."

Charles's words made his fingertips quicksand and haunted him a little confused, wasn't he an enemy, but why was it a friendly and nostalgic tone.

"A friend request has been sent to the player 'Takekawa'."

Charles directly called out the friend list, used the search function to type in the words "Takekawaichi", and then threw out the friend application to the search results.

It didn't take a second for the other side to agree. A shiny name refreshes in the friends list. Charles glanced at him, but didn't send any message, just beckoned to Quicksand and Haunting Fingertips to sit down and rest.

A few minutes later.

He was taking a small sip of water from a sheepskin water bag, like a cat, licking the quicksand of his fingertips with his tongue on his slightly chapped lips, when he suddenly jumped up from the blanket, pulled out a sharp dagger with one hand and stuck in the leather sheath at his waist, and stared coldly at the shadows not far from the woods.

Charles and Haunting also stood up one after another.

"Charles?"

With an uncertain greeting, a halfling about the size of a human toddler gradually stepped out of the shadows. He pressed his hands against the leather belt around his waist, his eyes full of wariness.

"Takekawa, it's me." Charles patted the quicksand on the shoulder, giving him a reassuring look. The wanderer loosened his body and silently withdrew his dagger and stood behind him.

"Haha."

Hearing the familiar voice, the halfling wanderer changed his nervous posture and let out a hearty laugh as he walked over.

The halfling was about three feet tall, with black, straight hair and long sideburns, but no beard and few hairs on his lips. The skin is ruddy, the lips are red and the teeth are white, and the image is pink and tender.

In fact, the halfling wanderer clearly wanted to come over and give the priest a big hug. But when he got closer, the halfling found himself with his head tilted up, and it was only at the height of the priest's waist. If you hug it, won't it become a child holding the parent's thigh and coquettish?

"Ha ......"

The arm that had just been outstretched quickly withdrew again, and the halfling wanderer looked embarrassed.

Charles also found it unaccustomed to such conversations, where the other party had to tilt his head up while he had to bow his head, and his gaze was not parallel but very steep.

"Sit down." Charles sat down on the blanket with his legs curled up, and the halfling greeted him with quicksand and dreams, and sat down beside him.

The priest took out two wooden wine glasses from his backpack, then took out another bottle of grape wine, filled the glasses, and handed one to the halfling with a smile.

Naturally, Charles is aware of his old friend's drinking habits.

Just by looking at the name "Takekawaichi", you can know that the halfling wanderer is a citizen of the Foot Basin Country, and he is not an ordinary person, I used to hear him boast that he was the heir of a certain dojo, and he also invited the people of Nodashir to travel over, and I don't know if it is true or not.

"Tsk, good thing!"

The halfling took the wine glass, sniffed the wine deeply, and gave a thumbs up: "It must be the deep red of Beldask, a rich, sweet and fiery red wine, such a small bottle will cost 10 gold coins." You're still the same kid as before, always hiding good things on your body. ”

As he spoke, the halfling was quick and wanted to snatch the glass bottle from Charles's hand.

The Priest is the least likely class to steal, and their high Perception stat will make them aware of the slightest stealing action of thieves. Charles split the small palm of the halfling man with a knife in his hand, glared at the halfling: "I invited you for this glass of wine, and it was already very generous if I didn't ask you for money." ”

The halfling pouted in a sudden.

"Three years ago, Nodashir disbanded, didn't you swear that you would never play games and go back to inherit the dojo?"

Charles asked with a smirk as he took a sip of wine.

"......" The halfling's intoxicated expression suddenly became stiff after drinking, and he said in a sullen voice for a while: "Ha...... In short, it's all to blame for your Huaxia development too fast, my old man didn't know what was crazy, and he forcibly changed a dojo into a tourist attraction, and then I lost my job......"

"Oh, it's a vagrant." Charles nodded, "So, yesterday afternoon in the galaxy, the mission of the Shahua Fishman Tribe, you were going to rob our monster, didn't you recognize me?" ”

"Of course I don't recognize it."

The halfling waved his hand again and again, explaining: "I only received the task later, and no one is willing to help me, so I can only hehe......"

"No one for the eighth-level wanderer, are you flouting my IQ?" Charles glanced at the profile in his friends list.

"Don't dare, don't dare."

The halfling put down the wine glass, knelt on the blanket and bowed deeply before sneering: "...... In fact, it is a person who is used to walking alone, and then his hands and feet are not very clean...... Well, in your idiom, you just like to take the sheep by the hand. ”

"I said, at your level, it's not all about grabbing monsters and grabbing experience with players, right?" Charles, of course, aren't so easy to fool.

"Forget it."

Charles waved his hand to stop the halfling who was about to open his mouth to defend himself. Even when Nodashir was not disbanded before, the twenty-nine members were each their own, and there was even competition. So Charles didn't want to get to the bottom of the halfling's rank. If others can rise up, they are capable.

"I was startled yesterday afternoon, and the feeling of being robbed is really unpleasant when I think about it now. What do you think, Qingxuan? ”

The priest spoke, glancing at the female wanderer sitting cross-legged on the blanket, regardless of the frowning brow of his brow and the unpleasant snort.

"Hmm...... Accurate. ”

A light nasal voice flowed from the couch on his fingertips, and then he looked at the halfling with calm and waveless eyes, "You're also a wanderer?" ”

"Yes." The halfling said stiffly.

After all, he was at fault, and if the other members of Nodashir knew that he had robbed the monster and robbed Charles, they would probably have gloated and laughed. The halfling who has been put out of his experience is kneeling and sitting with his eyes and nose and nose and heart at this time, not moving like a mountain.

"Level eight?" Quicksand on his fingertips, a hint of eagerness flashed in his eyes.

"Yes."

"Fight?"

The words of quicksand at the fingertips are very direct and do not beat around the bush at all. Please note that this is a "type" word, not a friendly "exchange".

A sixth-level wanderer, it doesn't seem reasonable to extend such an invitation to an eighth-level wanderer.

"This ......"

The halfling couldn't pretend anymore, so he could only give Charles a look of help.

Who knew that Charles ignored him, and after a deep groan, he blinked and smiled, "Let's fight." This is the proud disciple I brought out after the dissolution of Nodashir, Takekawa, don't underestimate her. ”

"Your apprentice?" The halfling was stunned, and with an incredulous gaze, he looked the quicksand on his fingertips up and down for a while, and then touched his chin and muttered, "It's a bit like...... It's no wonder. ”

Quicksand had already stood up, holding two daggers in his hands, and walked to the clearing between the trees.

"Charles, this guy wants to test my strength, has it regressed?"

"Or do you want me to teach his apprentices for him?"

"Or, do you just want my apprentice to beat me up, vent my anger, and then expose it?"

The halfling scratched his head, thinking about it again and again, but he still didn't understand the meaning of his old friend's actions.

"Hit?" He finally looked at Charles, and when he saw the priest nodding, he could only stand up helplessly, and walked to the opposite side of the quicksand at his fingertips.

As a former member of Nodashir and the inheritor of the genre dojo, Takekawa is naturally not afraid of any challenge. He also wanted to see what level the apprentices taught by Charles had reached.

"Don't use combat skills that have cooldowns."

"Other than that, there are no rules."

"Let's stop at the point."

Charles's last words made Takekawa breathe a sigh of relief. It's good to stop at the point, he is afraid of fighting for his life, after all, the opposite is an old friend's apprentice, and he is also a woman, so it is always difficult to be ruthless.

A sixth-level wanderer and an eighth-level wanderer formed a confrontation on the field.

"This halfling is also a member of the original Nodashir?"

Sitting beside Charles, he asked in a low voice with curiosity in his eyes.

"That's right." Charles glanced at her, "Qing Xuan has been following me, in the previous games, it was a thief-nature profession, but I never fought against the real thief king. ”

"Takekawa is the chief thief of Nodashir, let Qing Xuan fight him, I can know what level Qing Xuan has reached."

Charles paused, then continued, "If you want to rebuild Nordahir, you need a wanderer with the potential to become a god. If Qing Xuan can't do it, then I can only find another candidate. ”

"It's cruel." The haunting tone was a little strange, "You are one by one, and you shout so intimately, are you unwilling to continue to cultivate?" ”

"There are some things that you can't practice." Charles was expressionless, "It's like professional e-sports before the holographic era, hand speed can't work?" You can practice. Tactics don't work? You can also practice routines. Dynamic vision doesn't work? It is also possible to train. In addition to this, consciousness can also be piled up with experience. But some combat talents, or combat smells, are innate, and holographic games are more demanding on this talent. ”

"And what do you say about me?"

Asked with interest.

"Where do you mean?"

Charles' gaze circled the sorcerer's face, chest, and long legs, then retracted and smiled, "In my personal opinion, it's all good." ”

“……”

Lingering in silence, the pitch-black magic bead in his right hand was raised, and gently put it back on his knee, and when he wanted to speak, he was stopped by Charles suddenly raising his index finger and shouting.

Fingertip quicksand and Takekawa have already begun to fight.

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