Treasure?

When Barrett heard the word, the reaction in his brain was just amusement, but his heart was still beating continuously. It's as if you will sleep with something you know is fake, or someone who you know will never get it, but still call her "wife".

That's a lot.

In short, the word 'treasure' has an irresistible temptation for the vast majority of adventurers. This temptation is innate, and it is inseparable from the nature of the profession of adventurer, and Barrett is not excluded.

"You mean, there's a treasure here?" the barbarian adventurer blurted out subconsciously.

"It seems that you don't know, that's good!" the little dwarf mage breathed a sigh of relief, "I just didn't expect that such a remote, closed place would also have outsiders visiting. ”

"I'm just a passerby. Barrett explained, "I followed in the footsteps of a wild deer and came here. I'd like to have it for dinner, but now it seems that I don't need it. He secretly probed the other party, "Besides, aren't you here too, and if you can come, why can't I?"

"Hmph, you still want to get something out of my mouth, big man, I won't tell you anything!" the gnome mage lifted the edge of his pointed hat and tilted his head back vigorously, giving Barrett a disdainful smile, "Even if I tell you, I'm here to find a treasure, even if I tell you, there's a treasure hidden here, the treasure of a high-ranking mage from the time of the Magic Empire." Even if I tell you this, what can you do? Hmph, you can't even touch the edge of the treasure!"

He kept his funny appearance, "Without a map of the location of the treasure, without a spell to open the gate and a special key, it's up to you, a Nord barbarian who doesn't know anything, and still wants to get the wealth left by the Imperial Mage, hum, wishful thinking!"

This guy seems to be a big mouth and can't hide the secrets in his heart.

"I don't think so. Barrett said a little disobediently, "Because none of the nonsense you said is true!Treasure?Imperial mage?tsk, if so, wouldn't the archmages in the Magic Guild know about it?Can you wait until one of you is a foreigner to find out?"

Our barbarian smiled disdainfully from the dwarf's expression, "Hmph, I used to have a friend who always likes to talk big. This man once told me that once he had drunk too much rye beer and was not very clear, and on the way home from the tavern, he accidentally killed a dragon, and it was a full-grown black dragon. This man swore at the time that although the black dragon flew in the air and kept spitting dragon breath at him, he only used three swords to kill the black dragon - the first sword cut off the black dragon's wings, the second sword cut off the black dragon's claws, and the third sword split the black dragon's head. And when I wanted to ask for more specific details, he told me that he had drunk too much and couldn't remember it well. You see, that's not ridiculous. ”

Barrett is very obviously stimulating the other party with words, this little caution is very childish, but the other party seems to eat this set.

"You, you actually think that I, the great dwarf mage, Theodore Shinkin, am talking nonsense like a drunk?" the little man blushed, as if his dignity had been greatly insulted, "I want you to see how good I am!"

"Hey, what do you want to do?" Barrett was taken aback. He didn't expect that the other party didn't say more information under the slight stimulation of his words, but seemed to be planning to do it directly with him.

Barrett didn't go too far in his words, and 'big talking' wasn't a serious irony at all, and it wasn't even a derogatory term among adventurers. Aren't the dwarfs supposed to be optimistic, cheerful, humorous, and joking, and why aren't all the ones I've met?

He subconsciously placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and took a few steps back with a wary face.

"See the tree next to it?" the dwarf mage pointed to a tiny laurel tree on the edge of the island with his staff.

Barrett nodded with a puzzled look on his face.

"Hmph, I'm going to show you that I, Theodore Shine, can still be a master of magic, even if I'm not a human!" shouted the dwarf mage.

Then he grasped the staff with both hands, pointed to the laurel tree by the river, and uttered a long series of awkward, lame incantations, "Ataha Saranosa Idoran Ferre Campriduon Gutari ......"

Barrett had encountered a lot of mages, but it was the first time that a non-human mage had seen it.

When a human mage casts magic, it seems as easy as eating and drinking. Magic is like a well-behaved pet in the hands of those people, it comes and goes when it is called, and even if it needs to be assisted by spells occasionally, it is only a few simple syllables. But the "master master of magic" in front of him doesn't seem to be like this when he casts spells.

He saw that the little mage's face was flushed, and he didn't know if it was because of anger or magic. And as the spell progressed, the mage's hands and feet began to tremble, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, as if he was a little overwhelmed.

"Ecentio!" The last word, shouted by the dwarf mage in a shrill voice, reminded Barrett of the hen in his hometown whose neck had been slit, and blood was spilling all over the ground.

With Theodore Shingold's last words shouted at a shrill voice, a thin ray of flame suddenly shot out from the tip of the twisted wooden staff.

The orange-yellow rays struck the hapless laurel tree, then ignited it and burned slowly.

After unleashing this "powerful" spell, the dwarf mage Theodore sat on the ground, ignoring the purple cloak on his body that was covered in mud as a result. He was just gasping for air, as if he was using all the remaining strength of his body to breathe.

"Look, look, see it......" The dwarf mage raised his finger tremblingly, pointing to the burning laurel tree, "Magic, magic, magic, greatness, power, power!"

Truth be told, a tallow torch can easily do it. Barrett felt a little absurd.

"It's astonishing!" is the truth, "but it doesn't seem like what I imagined." He pondered his words and asked the doubts in his heart, "The mages I have met don't seem to have recited such a long spell when they cast spells...... "I'm not as tired as a dead dog like you."

Theodore held out a finger and interrupted Barrett's words, "Give, give, I'll be for a while, for a while, just for a moment." He lay on his back on the ground, his eyes closed, as if intending to sleep.

In the distance, a few villagers gathered, hiding behind houses and drying nets, whispering to the two of them, their expressions a little frightened.

Barrett sighed, walked over to the burning laurel tree, drew his sword, held the hilt of the sword in both hands, cut it off with a single sword, and kicked the hapless little fiery tree into the lake.

The flames were extinguished, and gray smoke rose from the floating charcoal.

"Ever since the web was torn apart, casting spells has become an extremely difficult task. A faint voice came from behind him, "And meditation is only for human mages, and the legendary mage of Talasya, who invented it, is great, but a narrow-minded racist, hum." The emotions in the voice, in reverence and disdain, alternated repeatedly.

Barrett looked back and saw the dwarf mage staggering to his feet, leaning on his staff.

"But I, Theodore Shining Gold, do not rely on magic nets or meditation, and with only my genius and unyielding perseverance, I can successfully unleash almost all the spells of the second ring and below. The little mage stood up straight and raised his head as if he were a giant, "It's just a little weaker." He added in a low voice.

This little man has a lot of self-esteem.

"It's really a commendable thing. "It's just that, whether you like to admit it or not, its role in battle is really limited." After all, the enemy won't always stand still and let you chant calmly for half a day. He looked the other man in the eye, trying to make himself appear as friendly as possible, "And if there is more than one enemy, your weak state will put you in danger." ”

"Hmph, if, if you cast a spell with one ring or zero ring, the chanting time will be greatly shortened," the dwarf mage stiffened.

"But that doesn't stop the unexpected from happening. Barrett shook his head, "The mage's treasure is bound to be dangerous, magic traps, guarded steel golems and constructs, captive monsters and monsters, elemental creatures, and so on. You're a powerful mage......" he forced himself not to smile, "I must also know that mages are always strange and unpredictable, so when looking for treasure, there will definitely be other unexpected things." ”

"I also have a few magic trinkets that can be used quickly as long as they are activated by magic. Theodore Shinkim's voice was a little weaker, and his expression was less resistant, and he wondered if it was Barrity's example that convinced him, or if the sycophants of the "mighty mage" satisfied him.

"You know, adventures sometimes require companionship, and finding treasure is even more so. Trust me, at this point, you need a good partner. Barrett said softly, "And I'm the best at being someone else's partner." ”

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