It is a ring with a dark black body and a silver-white antique pattern.

The material of the ring seems to be made of black steel, but the surface does not reflect the characteristic luster of metal, but is like frosted, slightly dull, as if it has been specially matte.

Barrett had heard from a mage he knew that all spatial rings, if they wanted to be able to open and close the half-planes connected to them with mental power, they had to add a sufficient amount of Mithril to their craft. As for Barrett's calfskin bag, which needs to be put in and put in by hand, there is no such requirement.

It was supposed to be an alloy of black steel and mythril, Barrett guessed. As for whether it contained other metals, it was not for him to know.

Barrett's attention was drawn to the quaint pattern on the ring, which he knew so well—Nord's tattoo.

Before the Magic Empire, each barbarian tribe had different tattoos on their foreheads, and these patterns with a sense of simplicity and savagery were not only used for decoration and sacrifice, but also as a kind of identity recognition and symbol.

Barbarian babies are generally born with only a few stripes, and they will increase a little more when they reach adulthood. And whenever he made a significant contribution to the tribe, the tattoo on his forehead would be like a medal, and there would be a few more. Even some legendary warriors with outstanding feats have tattoos on their foreheads that spread to their cheeks and even their necks.

Not only that, but some important and special characters of each tribe will also have their own unique tattoo patterns, such as the tribal patriarchs and elders.

But after the Magic Empire was founded, the mages used the Whip of Order to bring together all the barbarians of the different tribes.

The high mages commanded them to use the lingua franca and learn to be orderly and civilized. It was a time when the other human beings had no kingdoms and no kings, and the barbarians also lost the chasm between the different tribes, and the concept of patriarchs and elders. Everyone has become a citizen of the Magic Empire, and they are all ordinary people who can't do magic, and there is no difference.

Over time, these patterns on the forehead gradually lost their original function and were passed down as a common custom.

Of course, even now, if you have an in-depth study of Nord's tattoos, you can still roughly tell where Nord he came from from the tattoo on his forehead. After all, each tattoo master has his own different skills and heritage, and the Nord people in the same area generally have little difference in the tattoo rules on their foreheads.

"This spatial ring belongs to a former companion of our team. Old Will's expression became a little serious, "His name is Erlund, and like you, he is a Norder. ”

"No, I can't take it. Barrett struggled to refuse, and pushed the ring back to Old Will.

Although he especially wanted a spatial ring of his own (which adventurer wouldn't want it), he knew that his credit in the Misty Forest was not enough for even a tenth of this spatial ring.

Of course, Barrett wasn't the kind of noble, pure man — who didn't take anything from the extra money he was given, but only what he deserved — and Barrett wasn't that kind of person. He is also as greedy as other adventurers, but he has his own rules and bottom line.

More importantly, Barrett was concerned that the ring would have other conditions attached to it.

He also remembered that [Mission Log] had said this in the mission description, "They hope that after this mission, you will officially join the team of 'nasty novels'." ”

While 'Dirty Fiction' is a very elite team of adventurers and a very reasonable staffing (if you exclude the strange personalities and hobbies of these people), Barrett doesn't want to be a part of it.

"You see it with a burning expression like it's looking at your lover, but you don't want to have her. Old Will had a little confusion on his face, "What is it that worries you, or are you worried that we will ask you to do more for us because of this?"

When Old Will said this, Barry couldn't help but 'chuckle' in his heart, and he even felt that the mage in front of him was peeking into his heart again, and pointed something else in his words. But fortunately, it seems that he is thinking too much.

"I'm a lazy person who does things casually. Barrett unconsciously stirred the seafood soup with a spoon, carefully organizing the language in his head, "I don't really want to be part of a fixed team, I mean, the adventurous life of staying in a team for a long time, is not for me." ”

He glanced up at the mage, then shifted his gaze to the half-elf's face, and finally settled on the spatial ring in the middle of the table.

"Oh, why?" asked Old Will.

The mage didn't directly ask why Barrett thought 'Dirty Fiction' was trying to recruit him, but why 'Dirty Fiction' wasn't for him, and it seemed that both sides tacitly acquiesced to the matter.

"Sometimes I've been given a task and then suddenly given up the next day. That's not to say that I didn't find the assignment right for me, or that I wasn't very happy with the pay. Barrett tore a piece of bread and put it in the seafood soup, "for no reason, just a sudden boredom." I would lie in some farmer's haystack and sleep all day, and when I was hungry I would go around stealing food, stealing the farmer's chickens and corn and roasting them over the fire. But as soon as the farmers found me, they would drive me out with a dung fork like a goblin. ”

This happened fifteen years ago, a few years after Barrett became an adventurer, and he was tired of licking blood and precariousness, as if the adventurers' lives were not as interesting as they were in the novel.

"I sometimes don't go to the Misty Forest once for most of the year, and I don't take any assignments. Just nestled in a shabby little inn, going to a nearby tavern during the day to ask for a rye beer, flirting with the waitress all day, and returning to the inn at night to eavesdrop on the noise or moaning of the tenant next door. ”

Those days happened 10 years ago, when the young and competitive Barrett was just starting to learn to captain himself. He organized three adventures in quick succession, but all of them ended in annihilation, and no one in the team could make it out of the misty forest, except himself.

It was one of the most confusing periods of Barrit's life.

"I gotta say, it's a good hobby. The half-elf had a narrow smile on his face. "A tall Nord man was lying in his room eavesdropping on the sounds next door, and the scene was interesting to think about in his head. ”

The mage looked at Barrett calmly, waiting for him to continue.

"I will sometimes do anything to achieve my goals, and when the mission objectives conflict with other adventurers' teams, I will use all kinds of despicable means to squeeze them, and often even go against each other. ”

That period happened 5 years ago, not long after Barrett had slain the dragon (pseudo-dragon), it felt both tough and bloody, in order to snatch the mission objective, he would often fight with other adventurer teams, and the attack was usually merciless, killing and wounding no less than fifty adventurers in his hands, and the barbarism and tyranny of the Nords were vividly displayed by him.

As for the current Barrett, he is calm and restrained, just like the saber at his waist, although it is not sharp and abnormal, but anyone who underestimates it will pay a terrible price.

"What's more, I'm not the same as you. How do you describe it?" Barrett read everyone in 'Dirty Fiction' again, "as if you belong to Muya and I belong to Bay of Pigs." Although you have come to the Bay of Pigs, you still belong to Muya, and even if I go to Muya, I still belong to the Bay of Pigs......"

After Barrett finished speaking, he quietly continued his breakfast. Estelle, the half-elf, looked at Will Mage, Will Sr. looked at his pipe, Ogre looked at the kitchen, and the dwarf looked at the dagger in his hand.

It would be embarrassing for them to say that they had no intention of recruiting me at all, and Barrett suddenly had such a nondescript thought in his mind. Fortunately, Old Will didn't say that.

"I see what you're thinking. The mage nodded, "We do want you to join in the 'nasty novel', and we do have the intention of doing so. And in the previous mission to catch frost insects, I think we cooperated quite well. It doesn't matter what you say, at least the rest of the team thinks of you, especially Moglock. ”

"The Nords are foodies. The ogre urn said angrily, "Moglock is also a gourmet!"

"Sorry......" Barrett was about to say something, but the mage waved his hand and motioned for him not to explain.

"While your joining will make this team stronger, yes, definitely stronger! I'll tell you the truth, I do know of a few small tricks to change your mind, but the Magic Guild doesn't allow mages to do that. Old Will grimaced mischievously, "But whether you add it or not, this spatial ring will belong to you." Believe me, we don't have anything else to ask for, just to fulfill one's heart's desire. ”

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