Before becoming an adventurer, Gary was a bandit. It wasn't called "Gary" before, in fact it didn't even have a name back then. But so what? As a goblin who lives deep in the forest, it's a very ordinary thing.

At the time, Gary and his two brothers loved nothing more than to rob humans who were traveling alone near the forest. For humans who go out always take something good with them, and for Gary and his brothers, anything better than sour berries and insects is called a delicacy, such as oatmeal cookies, lemon cake, black sausages, and smoked pork chops......

Pork chops are the best, even better than gold coins. Because even if they grab those shiny metals, they don't have a place to spend them. Even now, Gary still can't help but drool at the thought of pork chops.

Although the pay is good, robbery is also a job that comes with a lot of risk. Because humans are taller, much taller than goblins, they can only be dealt with by lone pedestrians.

Gary's eldest brother had a rusty scythe, and it was a formidable weapon, at least better than a twig. Through the mottled rust, you can even see a little bit of the shine of the iron itself on the edge of the scythe, which is very rare.

This powerful scythe was stolen by Gary's eldest brother from a farmer, for which his eldest brother was chased all the way by the farmer's dog and was bitten hard. Escaping from the mouth of that "fierce beast" was something that its eldest brother had always been proud of during his lifetime.

Gary and his other brother, on the other hand, usually only had a short branch with green leaves, or a few random stones.

Robbery is not an easy business, and in the face of numerical disadvantage, those travelers are usually cut by a scythe, or hit in the forehead with a stone, and then flee in panic by throwing their bags. But sometimes, they also rebel or stumble upon a helper.

Most of those who can resist are somewhat sure of their own skills, and the steel sword is much more effective than a scythe and a twig, and this is how Gary's eldest and second brothers died. The sword easily pierced its eldest brother's chest and chopped off its second brother's head, blood spraying the tall "assailant's" face, buying Gary a little time to escape.

Gary ran in a panic, as a goblin, you can't expect it to have such an inconsequential thing as "courage". At that time, it could not hold any other emotions except fear.

It ran for its life with its eyes closed, until its feet seemed to be about to break, and its throat was dry as if a blade had slashed through it as if it were being cut by a blade as it breathed. It was tired, lying on the grass out of nowhere, gasping, the moon and stars already filling the sky.

Fortunately, the "assailant" did not chase after him, and as he gasped for breath, Gary saw a tall spire in the cold and bright moonlight......

"What do you think?" The goblin was slapped on the head by a human, pulling him back from his memory.

"Thinking about that glass of golden rum at noon, that smell!" Gary smacked his lips as he straightened out the crooked coat on his head, as if missing the wonderful wine.

He didn't want to talk about the things he remembered with anyone, whether it was in the forest or in the minaret......

"Come on, the four of them will pool their money to drink a glass of wine, and even the poorest kobold will laugh off his big teeth when he says it!" The person who patted his head pouted sarcastically, "Even if you are a goblin and don't care about your face, you have to think about the reputation of our team! When the other adventurers of the Makuya City-State mention the name of our "Good Helper" adventure team, I don't want them to think of such shabby things first!"

"You can't say that, Weimar, it's the golden rum of Qingting Island! I heard that only wine that has been stored for more than ten years can slowly develop that charming amber color!" said one of Gary's fellow human beings who had pooled the money to drink with Gary in a dissatisfied tone, "That glass is enough for you to drink rye beer for a few months." ”

"I say again, William, please call me Sir Weimar!" Weimar emphasized. "I'm your head, and you all should respect me!"

"Sir is not hereditary, your dad is a Sir doesn't mean you are too!" William disagreed. "Besides, this is the city-state of Muya, where Sir is no more respected than a bartender. I'm not talking about, Gary. ”

Gary didn't want to get involved in such a fight, he was a goblin, the lowest intelligent race in the entire continent, so he didn't want to offend anyone, or rather, any human.

This is the city-state of Muya, the ruler of the continent, the direct city-state of the Magic Society, where almost all races can live in harmony under the whip of order of the mages: you can even see Drow and the forest elves making love, the ogre bartender politely recommending a variety of aperitifs, and the trolls wearing their dresses and perfume at the ball......

But even so, Gary was always cautious, for fear of offending anyone, or rather, any human. Because the Magic Association is the magic association of human beings, and it has nothing to do with other races on the continent, in other words, humans are also the masters of the continent.

"Let's take the task quickly. He shifted the subject. "With the gold coins, there are no problems. ”

That's right. Wilhelm agreed, "so that our Weimar can spend a fortune like his father and buy a knighthood to hang on the back of his name! I have heard that in the desert kingdom of the north, Takara, a knight only needs ......."

"Shut up!" said Sir Weimar, a little annoyed. "When I came out of my hometown, I really shouldn't have taken you with me!"

"That's because you can't do anything without me. ”

What was a pointless argument, Gary quietly moved a few steps away from the two of them, focusing on the search mission. The people on the team are friendly, which is especially important to Gary as a goblin, but there are really not many reliable ones.

The adventurer's guild of the city-state of Muya publishes thousands of quests every day, which are posted on rows of quest boards for adventurers to choose from.

The guild's tall cross-arched dome was engraved with countless magical runes, which flickered and flickered, seemingly out of order, but as if following some kind of pattern.

When you stand by the carved openwork windows and look out through the bright glass, you are not greeted by the neat, wide streets of the city-state of Muya, but by a soft light. Because the Adventurer's Guild is located in a folded half-plane, although it looks like an ordinary tavern from the outside, when you open the door and enter the interior, you will find a mysterious grandeur and grandeur.

The adventurers bustled between the various task boards, and Gary used his small body to pass through the gaps of the adventurers, his eyes scanning one task parchment after another:

"Look for 12 ghost mushroom ...... that have released spores during the full moon", no, that thing only exists in cemeteries where the undead come and go, and it grows on the death breath of the undead. But the people in their team, from Sir Weimar to Gary himself, all have a small problem of being afraid of 'ghosts'.

Gary shuddered and shuddered at the thought of the 'things' that were still in the world after they had died, of their ethereal or hoarse howls, of the flickering soul fire in their skulls.

A normal skeleton once stood in the way of their mission, which discouraged everyone from stepping forward, including the big man in the team who dared to wrestle with the Ironback Brucus. In the end, thanks to the old horse in the team, who pulled the cart, gently crushed the "terrible" little skeleton with his front hooves, the problem was solved......

"Hunt down 5 giant snails in the Kanda swamp ......", Gary sees a task that makes him a little excited. This task should be completed by their team, the giant snail is not easy to deal with, but the danger itself is not too high. However, the danger of this mission is not the five giant snails, but the erosion of the Kanda Swamp, which is full of poisonous gases and poisons.

The rewards for the missions are lucrative, and the dangers are clear at a glance. Gary tugged at his pointed nose with his left hand, a little hesitant. Just as he was about to call the others over and put them together, a large thick hand preemptively removed the task parchment in front of Gary's eyes.

The goblin looked up at the big hand, which was owned by a minotaur with iron nails on both horns.

The minotaur sneered at the goblin, "I've got this task, little one. ”

"It's yours!" Gary made a 'please' gesture, not showing any dissatisfaction, "I wish you more gold than the goblins!"

"I like what you say, little one. The Minotaur seemed to enjoy Gary's compliment: "If you get into any trouble, you can call me my name." With that, the minotaur took the parchment and went to the task registration staff in the hall.

At least you should tell me your name,Gary shrugged his shoulders, muttering inwardly. He knew it was just a perfunctory polite remark, and he didn't take it seriously.

After the hiccup, he continued to look for a suitable assignment.

"Albert High Mage is looking for 5 experimenters to develop a new type of alchemy potion...... Gary hurriedly skipped this task as soon as he saw the beginning. Life inside the spire came to his mind once more, making his heart beat involuntarily.

The owner of the minaret, who was also a mage, made Gary worship and fear from the depths of his heart. He did not dare to recall the trials that had happened to him, and the spells of enlightening wisdom that had made him change from 'it' to 'him'......

Wisdom Enlightenment Spells weren't a gift or a privilege, Gary was just one of a dozen lucky ones out of hundreds of test subjects. The rest of the kobolds, gnolls, and Gary's uncountable goblin compatriots, who "volunteered" to participate in the experiments like Gary, were mostly demented and fed to an unknown beast in a room inside the Spire.

Gary hadn't seen the beast before, but he was sure it was a real beast and not the farmer's dog chasing his eldest brother......

He sifted through task after task, a job that required both patience and a lot of knowledge. Although Gary is a goblin, he is also the most "knowledgeable" of the 'Good Helper' adventure team.

Gary pulled his attention away from the quest board by a sudden burst of whispers from his fellow adventurers, and he looked up at the gaze of a human adventurer with a longbow beside him, and saw the focus of conversation around him—a team of four led by a wandering mage.

The team didn't stop after entering, and walked directly into the blue light curtain not far away. After that, the surrounding adventurers let out all kinds of envy, sarcasm, and admiration.

Only those adventurers with high enough level and extraordinary strength can enter the blue light curtain to select missions, and I heard that the missions in there truly explain what high risk and high reward are. Gary knew the gang that went in, and the group of adventurers seemed to be called 'nasty fiction'.

Maybe one day, I will be able to enter that light curtain in the complicated eyes of the people around me, drinking the delicious wine brought by the waiter, and slowly choosing the right task according to my own heart. The goblin adventurer dreamed in his heart.

But there are more realistic things to do now, if the next mission doesn't bring a good reward, not to mention the golden wine of Qingting Island, even the rye beer may have to be scraped together by a few people to drink a drink. That's a real shame.

The goblin shook his head, ready to continue his previous work, but at this moment, he noticed that the entire adventurer's guild suddenly darkened, and then a dark purple lightning appeared from the void, accompanied by a somewhat piercing roar, and flowed through all the task boards, and then inexplicably returned to nothingness.

The whole process only lasted for a moment, which couldn't help but make Gary wonder if it was the strength to drink that glass of wine at noon, so that he was a little dazzled.

But the whispered noise of the surrounding adventurers quickly dispelled Gary's doubts. He wasn't alone in seeing that strange scene, he thought to himself.

Not only that, but the Constructed Golems standing behind the registered people of each mission also activated at the same time: the magic furnace on the Golems' chests began to run rapidly, providing a huge amount of energy for these cold Constructed Bodies, and a pair of crystal eyes that shimmered with scarlet light began to scan all the adventurers in the hall.

This scene caused the adventurers to stop what they were doing and stand motionless, not even daring to breathe, including our good goblin, Gary.

On more than one occasion, he had seen some new, unruly adventurer threaten the registrant of the quest or disturb the order of the guild. And these unruly 'newcomers', without exception, were smashed in the head by those powerful constructs, and the scene was very unappetizing.

These crystal-clad metal giants are powerful and agile, and they are not afraid of swords, making them the purest killing machines.

The things mages make are always dangerous, and they themselves are even more dangerous.

The tension didn't last long, and after two heartbeats, a mage suddenly appeared in mid-air in the hall. He was wearing a crimson mage robe, which seemed to have magma flowing incessantly, and the air around him was steaming and twisting from the heat on his robe.

The mage looked around in the air and furrowed his brow as if he was thinking about something. After two breaths, he waved his hand casually, and with his movements, all the Constructed Body Golems returned to their original positions, and the scarlet light in their eyes dimmed, returning to a statue for decoration.

The mage's departure was as abrupt as his appearance, but it was unsurprising to all adventurers. Mage, no matter how weird the style of acting is, it will seem reasonable to put it on them.

After the mage left, everything seemed to return to normal, as if nothing had happened.

But Gary, who had seen the "big scene", didn't think so, from the number of seven-pointed stars on the mage's left cuff, Gary could tell that he was a high-level mage, and from the expression of the high-level mage, it could be seen that he seemed to be a little confused.

In Gary's cognition, there are things that can confuse even a high-level mage, not to mention on the continent of the main material world, even in the entire multiverse.

What the hell just happened?, the learned goblin thought to himself, with some curiosity.

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