Twenty-one-year-old Bill Clinton finished his breakfast, and it was customary to go down to the fountain to wash, and the daily props of this place that looked like medieval Europe looked much stronger than those of his European contemporaries, and were close to the modern level - at least there was a working toothbrush and toothpaste, although the toothpaste was in a small flat glass bottle, and he had to scrape it with a toothbrush when he used it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info borrowed the pool, and Bill finally saw what he looked like.

Indeed, he was a young man with blond hair and blue eyes, and he would not be more than twenty-five years old just by looking at that face, but he matched his age. The appearance can only be said to be upright, but the nose is a little hooked, the lips are thin and powerful, "I always think it looks like a very ordinary face, anyway, I'm not the protagonist......" It's just that this blonde hair is quite flowing, it's really golden hair.

Bill touched his chin, it seemed that there was no need to shave, the skin on his face was quite smooth, and it did not look like a beard - he suddenly remembered, and immediately looked at the back of his hand and arm. The skin is delicate, there are no large pores, and there are no pockmarks to be seen, which is obviously not like the skin of ordinary white Europeans, but more like the skin of Asians. After snorting, the guy sniffed his armpits, and there didn't seem to be a strong fox-like smell...... Bill scratched his head and decided not to think about this ethnographic question. He estimated his height by using the height of the fountain, and found that he was almost 1.8 meters tall, in the adjective word it was ape arms and bee waist, a real triangular body shape but not bloated at all, flexible wrists and quite powerful arms and that agile footwork, Bill felt that he was really a pretty good swordsman.

After washing and checking yourself, then I'm afraid I have to find something to do. In his room, he had tried to find the contents of the drawer, but found nothing but a small leather bag with a little silver and copper coins in his coat, and his memory told him that the cost of a day's stay in this hotel would cost fifteen copper coins, and if lunch and dinner were included, it would cost him about twenty-five copper coins a day, so that at most this money would have allowed him to stay here for less than a month doing nothing. Fortunately, memory also tells him how to make money - he is a wandering mercenary, basically helping a town like this to drive out thieves, destroying some monsters and beasts on the road to earn money, of course, if there are any ruins or labyrinths or something, he will also make a cameo appearance as those commonly known as "adventurers". There is no so-called continent-wide mercenary union in this world, some only have bars around the country as mission release points, and of course, some towns post notices to go to the town office to accept tasks.

At the moment, Bill has a mission to reconnoiter the stronghold of a group of bandits who harass the area, and then this information can make the mayor of the town ask the local fiefdom nobles to send soldiers to eliminate these bandits. The guy wandered to the door of the bar and found that someone was already waiting. It was an archer who looked like he was just starting out, "Sam, you're here early." With the boy's name in his memory, Bill said hello without revealing any flaws, and this time the reconnaissance was that the two of them went together.

In terms of movement speed, both the archer and the swordsman are very fast, almost the same speed. Bill looked at Sam and felt as if he was missing something, and he always felt a little out of place. Sam looked at Bill a few times and said enviously, "Mr. Clinton, you've upgraded....."

"Upgrade? Oh, yes. Upgraded upgraded upgraded ....." Hearing such news, Bill vaguely confused, thinking in his head: "Upgrade? What is this? Is there a hierarchy in this world? AM I LEVELUP? By the way, how can Sam see it? Why can't I see myself? Can I see his life level? Slightly nervous, Bill looked around for the "Intelligence" button, and he quietly looked around for the button that said "View." Especially staring at his own hands and silently reciting "Intelligence!" Information! Information! Profile! I don't have any! ”

Then Bill looked at Sam walking with him a little abandoned, and suddenly he noticed that there was a very inconspicuous small arrow above Sam's hair, and when Bill saw it, it actually turned into a finger in a game...... "This hell world is really not a game?" Could it be that I'm playing a super realistic game? Bill unconsciously touched the back of his head, trying to find a place to insert the tube there. And then he shamefully failed.

The click seems to have worked, though. A series of handwriting appeared on Sam in his eyes, and it was very intimate that there were letters and translated Chinese. All this makes Bill think that this is probably an alien ghost playing a prank on him.

"Sam. Fisher. Male, 17 years old. The profession is an archer, is it capable...... LV3, HP16, Strength 7, Mana 2, Skill 8, Speed 9, Garrison 6, Magic Defense 7, Physique 7, Movement ..... This data has become blurry, but it seems to be 7, and it seems that there is a piece of luck that is hidden. Let me see if there are still stunts. Coiled? A stunt to unleash two attacks? The weapons that I am good at using are bows and daggers. What's the roulette wheel in the back? Twelve squares and each grid seems to be a weapon, what is the flame underneath? I don't know. But it seems that there is still a word 'in the team' after the name, and I feel more and more that this is a game. Bill found that although his attention was focused on looking at Sam's attributes, he seemed to be able to continue walking, but in fact the data was floating in his head and not entirely visible.

Now that you can see Sam's attributes, you can also try to see yourself. Finally, Bill Clinton found a small arrow on the door buckle of his pants -- "Although my name is Bill Clinton, I really am not the president of the United States who is addicted to sex!" I'm still a roomman! "At that time, he was in his heart to grass the world. But the next moment, he held back his anger and began to check his attributes.

"Bill. Clinton. Male, twenty years old, I still concealed a year old at the age of twenty, but this is unnecessary! The profession is a swordsman.,Sure enough, it's this kind of profession that is the most extreme.,I'm really not the protagonist.,I think the protagonist is either a mage or at least a prince lord or something.。 LV3, HP22, Strength 10, Mana 1, Skill 11, Speed 10, Garrison 8, Magic Defense 3, Physique 10, Movement is as usual mushy. Stunts..... Meteor Sword, Kill, Pursuit, Continuous, Elite! I'm really not the protagonist by me? And what is this? Dual-wielding? That's why I can use dual weapons! It is also equipped with a steel sword and a straight-edged sword. But like Sam, he doesn't have any armor for his fart. There is still a roulette wheel, but why hasn't the flame come yet? And there's a prohibitory sign on the wheel? Bill can't be sure if it's Goldfinger or if it's a mess of him - according to this attribute, it should be a powerful character in the game....... "I just don't know what the growth rate is." It was his last thought when he decided to give up thinking.