Barrett watched Jon the Snake and his accomplice walk away before he lowered his hand from the hilt of his sword and sighed deeply. That guy is also a poor man.

The Barbarian Adventurer knew that 'Jon the Snake Lizard' came from a rundown aristocratic family, and that he didn't like his nickname very much, so he had frequent arguments with the adventurers who called him his nickname.

In a dispute over this nickname, the dispute turned into a conflict and a fight, and 'Snake Lizard Jon' was not as good as a man, and his left hand was cut off with a two-handed sword, and he was also stabbed in the chest, but fortunately, the quality of the stud-studded leather armor on his body was quite good, so that he could have a breath of air.

In order to save him, Jon's mother sold what little property she had left, bought a healing potion called 'Filinka Limb Regeneration Elixir' from the mage, took his left hand back, and lay in bed for another three months before he was basically cured. And this dilapidated family is even more ruined, worse than an ordinary farmer.

But now it seems that 'Snake Jon' is much more mature than before, and at least he doesn't get angry and swords at him when someone uses his nickname to mock him a little.

Life will always make everyone 'mature', because those who are immature have already 'died'.

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Barrett continued on, greeting him along the way, or reaching out to pat the petrified cowhide armor on his body. After all, the scaly cowhide of the petrified cow is the best material for making leather armor, and a good set of leather armor is what every adventurer desires.

He passed by a tent set up in the midst of the thorns, where the 'lovely people' lived, which he had frequented before, but which was clearly not the right time to do so. After a little further walking, Barrett stopped at a stall selling "sedge of tears."

"Hey, 'Crow', long time no see. He greeted the stall owner.

The stall owner fiddled with a wooden prosthetic eye with his right hand, while his left hand kept scratching his empty left eye, "Heh! Isn't this our most respected Mr. 'Feeder'! The stall owner blinked his one-eyed expression respectfully, but his tone was a little mocking.

Barrett ignored the mockery and casually said, "Winter is finally over, isn't it, and everyone is going to be busy again." ”

The stall owner stuffed the prosthetic eye back into the hollow, "The 'forest' has also woken up from hibernation, and it must be hungry, are you preparing 'food' for it?"

You're a good food, especially your left eye, Barrett thought to herself. The crow's left eye was taken by the crow, not a tongue twister, but rather an ironic fact.

"No, I'm not going to form a team for the time being, let's see how it goes this year. Barrett replied.

"What about the dwarf who was always with you before?" the stall owner asked jokingly, "You fed it too?" but I have to say, if I were you, I would do the same, that dwarf's mouth is so poisonous, I don't know how you can endure it......"

"Don't say it's useless. Barrett interrupted the stall owner, "Tell me something interesting about what has happened recently." ”

The dwarf, he was missing, just a few months ago during that underground adventure.

Maybe I shouldn't have gone to the city-state of Muya to take over the mission, Barrett regretted it a little. The location of the mission was an underworld that he was not familiar with, where they had been attacked, but they didn't even know who the attackers were.

Both he and the dwarf were stunned by the invisible attacker, and when they woke up, the dwarf disappeared, and he, had this strange change in his body......

"There's been so much going on lately. The one-eyed 'crow' scratched his left eye again, "but I don't have a good memory." ”

Could it be worse than your eyesight?" Barrett pulled out three silver coins from his leather bag, "I guess these will bring back memories for you." He tossed the silver coin to the stall owner.

If Rye knew I was spending so much, she would hang me on the gallows first, and then you on the gallows, Barrett looked at the stall owner, and then groped the silver coins out of your corpse, he thought to himself. If she were the queen, she would definitely do it.

The stall owner reached out and grabbed it into the air, and the silver coin passed through the crow's cracked palm, and he didn't catch a single one.

"Damn, you're teasing me!" the stall owner struggled to bend down and pick up the silver coins on the ground, "If it weren't for the stupid bird that should have gone into the soup pot to eat my eyes, let alone the silver coins, I would have shot its 'dick' with a throwing axe even if a fly flew in front of my eyes." You know, I used to have that strength!"

He wasn't lying, Barrett knew that 'The Crow' had been called 'Falcon Eagle', a very positive nickname, just like Barrett's previous 'Dragon Slayer' (albeit with a Ground Dragon), and that he had nothing to be ironic about at the time.

"You should be thankful for the bird, at least the pain woke you up. Barrett picked up a small bundle of "sedges" and sniffed them under her nose, "Otherwise, you'll lose more than just an eyeball." ”

"It's not much better now than dead. The stall owner straightened up and let out a long sigh of relief, "What the hell do you want to know?"

There are so many things I want to know about what has happened to me, if that dwarven partner with a poisonous mouth is dead, and how to become a mage!

"How many teams have already gone to the Misty Forest?" he asked.

"If you don't count today, it should be six. The stall owner spat on the ground, "'Pickled Olives', 'Dragon's Hanging', 'Iron Throne', and three unknown teams. Two of them are new faces, and the other is probably not coming back. "The 'crows' only have one eye, but they can 'see' a lot of things, "because they have the 'good man' Phil as a guide......"

It is estimated that he will not be able to come back, Barrett nodded inwardly, "The 'Iron Throne' is still not dispersed?" he asked with some surprise.

"Not yet, although there have been six leaders who have died, there will always be some people who are not afraid of evil who want to receive it. The stall owner laughed, "Actually, I'd love to see if you 'fed' those idiots or if they killed you." ”

My life is harder than anyone else's, Barrett thought to herself. In all the adventures, the most dangerous and deadly part of the work was actually done by him, but he was the one who survived in the end.

After a brief chat with the 'crow', Barrett prepared to leave.

"By the way, some strange people came to the Bay of Pigs today to recruit guides, I heard that the pay is very good, if you are bored, you can go and check it out. Those people must be near the stall that sells pig offal. ”

Barrett nodded, turned back and walked back, passing the "Thorn Tent" again when a fresh orange flew towards him from a short distance. He stretched out his hand to hold the "hidden weapon" and looked in the direction where the "hidden weapon" was flying.

Outside a patched tent among the thorns, a woman in a gray-pink linen robe leaned against a low chestnut tree outside the tent and looked at the barbarian adventurer with a smile.

Barrett knew her, a lovely boy who loved the Silver Griffin and the Golden King. Unlike Rey, she is a real "cute boy".

The barbarian adventurer had visited her tent many times, and he still remembered the woman's skin as white as mutton fat hidden under her linen robe, and the snow and pink on her chest, and her response as hot as fire.......

Such a woman would also have a nickname, which, like most adventurers, had a strong irony to it, so Barrett would never call it. He only called her by her first name - Elizabeth Russey.

Elizabeth didn't speak, she just smiled and looked at Barrett silently. The brute knows that she is a woman who is not good at words, or rather, she does not need words, just a look, a movement, a soft gasp can let you know what she wants to express.

Barrett took out a 'silver griffin' from his cowhide bag and threw it to Elizabeth, but said to her, "Not today......

Elizabeth reached out and expertly took the silver coin, and her body spun around in quick circles, causing the robe to fly, revealing the white carcass that was hidden underneath, "Waiting for you!" she gave Barrett a flying kiss and watched him leave with a smile.

A silver coin for a fresh orange and a kiss is a good deal. Barrett thought to herself. Elizabeth always said that he was 'paid' as generously as the mages. When she said this, her tone didn't feel like a metaphor, but as if she really knew how generous the mages really were.

Could it be that a mage had taken care of her business?" Barrett shook her head inwardly. From what he knew about mages, the magic-wielding guys were very generous, but it was almost impossible for them to be swayed by their lower bodies. What's more, if a mage had ever visited her, she might not need to stay in the Bay of Pigs......

Barrett peeled the oranges as she walked and threw the orange peels on the side of the road. The fresh oranges have a pleasantly sweet and sour taste, and even after Barrett has eaten for a short time, the sweet and sour taste still whets his appetite. He shoved the ugly orange he had peeled into his mouth and ate it with juice all over his hands.

Turning the other way, Barrett saw that the water was not far away, and many adventurers had gathered around a stall selling pig offal. It seems to be making some fun.

In the Bay of Pigs, most of the meat is made into portable jerky, pork jerky, beef jerky, rabbit jerky, lizard jerky, and even goblin jerky sold by unscrupulous merchants, and so on.

Jerky is one of the essential foods for adventurers to explore in the wild, after all, adventurers are a profession that requires a lot of physical energy - survival in the wild, long walks, frequent battles...... Therefore, meat is usually a must-have.

Even in many cases, those dried meats that were smoked and sun-dried and sun-dried and smoked could be used as currency among adventurers, at least they were much harder than the 'Golden King'.

The crowd ahead gathered more and more, and every adventurer who passed by stopped there, craned their necks and tried to look into the heart of the crowd. Barrett also walked towards the crowd, thinking that the strange person who came out of the mouth of the 'crow' must be there.

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