The fog seemed to become a little thicker, making the figures of the group of "adventurers" not far away gradually blurred, as if it was a background in an oil painting, slowly fading and no one would notice.

Barrett wasn't sure if it was his delusion, he subconsciously rubbed his eyes with his left hand, a calloon on his hand scraped his eyelids a little painfully, but at least the group of so-called adventurers became clear again.

"The wall of fire separates the frost spiders, and I don't know how long those flames will last, but it certainly won't be long. If it was outside the forest, the oil would burn all night and ignite everything it touched. But in the Misty Forest, I was not so sure, so I had to leave with them, or I would like to taste the roasted spiders. The fire was still burning when I left, but there was no need to worry, there had never been a fire in the Misty Forest anyway. ”

The handsome guy Jack was still babbling something, and his lips under the collapsed nose opened and closed, revealing the uneven crooked teeth inside. Some of the teeth are white, some are very yellow, and some are black, and it is clear that they are not from the same source.

It is likely that some of those teeth came from a dead man, Barrett thought involuntarily. The corpse gatherers collect all kinds of dead bodies, for whom the dead are more useful than the living, hair, bones, flesh, and even teeth.

The tooth was plucked from the corpse of the dead and continued to work in the mouth of the living.

A refreshing laugh echoed in the air, if that was laughter. The voice was so cheerful that everyone who heard it couldn't help but be happy.

Barrett looked up and saw thick fir trees all over the horizon, tall trunks digging straight into the fog, and no one could see the top. Other than that, he found nothing.

"Didn't you hear?" he asked, looking down at an unresponsive Jack.

"What did you hear?" Jack's expression was a little confused, "what did you just say?" I'm sorry, I was too focused on this unfortunate journey to notice what you said. ”

Barrett turned his head to look at Old Will and his party, and found that they were also looking at him with some confusion. Barrett frowned, and stretched out again.

"There was a strange sound, or maybe I was hallucinating. "Either way, you should be careful." ”

If it had been before, Barrett would certainly not have said such a thing. He will hold the "Iron Bride" in his hand as soon as possible, inform everyone to pay attention to the surroundings, and cover each other to get out of here.

But now, although he was still confident in his senses, the brute was not so at ease with his spirit since the strange words that would float in front of him from time to time.

The same underground adventure that had caused his fellow dwarves to disappear and change him, Barrett suspected that they had been attacked by the Mind Flayer. Because after he returned to Muya, many clues he heard indicated that underground, a race of Mind Flayer had returned.

Since the mages of the Magic Empire slaughtered this evil race, these octopus heads have been completely invisible in the entire main material world. But now, it seems that another race of Mind Flayers has returned in the multiverse, and the location of the settlement has chosen the underground world, which is not far from the Makua city-state.

Barrett didn't know if the rumors were true or not, and he didn't know why the Magic Guild didn't care about it, but if it was really the Mind Flayer attack, he suspected that something might be wrong with his spirit.

He didn't really know much about the Mind Flayer race, after all, they hadn't appeared on the continent for a long time, but in many stories and legends, people who had been attacked by the Mind Flayer seemed to have gone insane.

"There are so many strange sounds in the forest. Jack shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly, "I even heard a woman's moan, you know, that kind of moan. He raised an eyebrow and smiled wickedly, "There were a few daredevils who wanted to go and see what was going on, but I stopped them. In the forest, curiosity is the most superfluous thing, and it does nothing other than cost you a small life. ”

Barrett nodded in agreement, noncommittal.

"What's more, if you want a woman, you can pick the cute people in those 'thorn tents' in Pig Bay, as long as you have gold coins. But where do the coins come from? It's simple, the Misty Forest. Jack continued, "You know, one Evil Mist Grass can be exchanged for 10 gold coins, an Alva Orchid can be exchanged for 5 gold coins, and a Frost Grass plant can be exchanged for 3 gold coins. ”

Lo and behold, making money seems so simple. In the eyes of outsiders, the "gold coins" in the misty forest seem to be plums growing on trees, within reach. And without thinking about it at all, maybe the sweet "plum" is surrounded by deadly killer vines.

Of course, these killer vines may also have been planted by Jack's ancestors. Well, it's not possible. I just wanted to try to tell a bad joke, and I guess I succeeded......

Jack stretched out his finger and gestured to the crowd as he counted the coins, "You don't need to fight, you don't need to! And now is the best time to harvest frost grass, and in a few weeks, all these good things that can be exchanged for gold will die!"

Although the number of Frost Grass is small, it is not as rare as the Evil Mist Grass and Alva Orchid, and there is no danger in collecting it. What's more, it always grows in clusters, and as long as it is found, it is the harvest of several plants.

At least half of the adventurers who come to the Misty Forest at this time of year are coming for the frost grass. This pale blue plant is a magical ingredient that mages consume when making several potions, so it is used in large quantities.

Not only that, but the frost grass can also be eaten after being cooked in a special way.

The Griffon Kingdom has a traditional summer dish made from frost grass, trout and Charetta sheep, which are slowly stewed together in a special way, with thyme and bay leaves, and sprinkled with a little mint when served.

Of course, it's not just the taste that's unforgettable, but also the price. Barrett had eaten with his dwarven companions once, and he had never been stingy when it came to eating, but he was also distressed by the price.

"While there is no need to fight, it is not easy to spot them. Barrett shook her head.

Based on the information revealed in Jack's words, Barrett guessed that Jack and his friends from the slums had originally planned to collect some frost grass on the outskirts of the Misty Forest.

However, Barrett is not optimistic about this idea. Although the outskirts of the forest are relatively safe, there are already many adventurers visiting during this time, and the Golden Alfalfa Knights usually sweep well in the period after winter and before the doors open. Therefore, it is undoubtedly very difficult to make a gain on the outskirts of the forest.

"If there are more people, the chances of discovering 'gold coins' will be greater, and twenty pairs of eyes will see more things than four pairs of eyes, right? Jack had a flattering smile on his face, and looked at Barrett for a moment, and for a moment at Old Will.

Barrett remembers that "Handsome Jack" used to be a rather arrogant person, and although he was not as good as "Snake Jon", he always looked cold. But now, they have apparently changed, just as they have adapted to their own nicknames, and have become more adapted to life.

There was no harvest on the outskirts of the forest, so Jack wanted Old Will to take them deeper, as they didn't have the strength themselves, Barrett guessed.

He looked at the people in the distance who were huddled together like sheep in search of safety, and couldn't help but shake his head in his heart, ordinary people would not want to take risks with some burden, unless this person thinks differently from ordinary people.

Of course, the final decision was still in the hands of Old Will, a two-hundred-year-old wandering mage, and Barrett didn't know if he would agree or refuse. Again, don't guess what's going on in the mage's head.

He didn't want to delay any longer, it would be dark in a while, and he had to find a place to camp, and the time was really tight. If Old Will agrees, it will be a big trouble for so many people who are not familiar with each other to act together, and it will be necessary to discuss it in advance.

Barrett didn't know why the sepia-robed mage didn't say something about it, but now was the time to decide. He turned to Old Will and asked, "What do you think?"

Old Will put his pipe in his mouth, took a deep puff, and exhaled the smoke again. The half-elf beside him watched with interest what was happening in front of him, as if none of this had anything to do with him, and the ogre buckled his nose and looked a little bored, and the dwarf on his shoulder kept playing with the dagger in his hand, looking around from time to time.

"No!" said Old Will with a serious expression on his face, "I won't let people join my team. ”

"Your Excellency, my ancestors were also followers of the Mages, and my family has served the Mages for generations, so how can I be considered 'someone else'. Jack was flustered.

He didn't understand the mage, Barrett shook his head in his heart, they never cared about favors, face, politeness, worldly communication and etiquette.

"It doesn't matter who you are or how strong your team is. "I just don't like to have someone join the team after the journey starts." ”

"Thirty percent of our harvest will be yours. "Handsome Jack, a descendant of the Mage's 'Followers', is still trying to convince Old Will.

The mage didn't speak, but walked straight forward, ignoring the handsome guy Jack. The half-elf and ogre followed, and Barrett made a helpless expression and followed.

At least I don't have to make this annoying decision, he thought optimistically.

"Fifty percent!" Jack's voice sounded behind him again, "Sixty percent! Damn, I'm talking about sixty percent of all the harvest!"

"How much do you want?" he shouted, his voice tinged with anger.

You don't understand the mage, you don't understand. Barrett glanced back at Jack and looked at his bewildered expression, and saw that the fog around him seemed to be thickening again......