"We need a guide, someone who knows something about the Misty Forest. When the smoker saw Barrett sit down, he said straight to him, "Oh, forget to introduce yourself, you can call me 'Oak', or Old Will, you name it." Names are just a way of greeting each other, so you don't need to pay too much attention to them. ”

Old Will, who didn't look old, picked up his cigarette holder and took a sharp puff. The compacted tobacco flickered brightly and dimly in the pipe, and a thick white breath erupted from his nostrils, and the unsuffocating smoke slowly diffused in the air around him with a hint of spice.

"Barrett, Barrett Montgo. The brute introduced himself. You can also call me 'The Feeder', if you know that nickname.

"Mönggo, Nord?" asked Old Will.

Barrett nodded, there was no need to infer from his surname, just by looking at the tattoo on his forehead, anyone could tell that he had Nord ancestry.

"I went to Nord when I was younger, and the king of Nord was still ...... Let me think. "Yes, it was Ragnar III, and they called him 'Ragnar the Bear,' and I heard that his favorite thing to do was to go into the Colosseum and fight the bears." ”

Ragnar III Barrett knew him, a strong king of martial arts, who loved to fight all kinds of beasts in battle, and he was a worthy winner in every duel. Although the king was very mediocre in governing the country, he impressed all the Nords with his martial arts. It's a pity that he died young, died of an accidental drowning, and the people of Nord are sorry for it.

However, the reign of this king was more than a hundred years ago, and Barrett suspected that the man in front of him was talking nonsense. Unless, he's really a mage.

"Now sitting on the throne is his grandson...... Barrett said.

"It makes no difference, king, whoever sits on it," said old Will, noncommittally, "and perhaps one day the one who sits on it will be you." ”

Barrett ignored this last obvious joke and, more importantly, he didn't like to be king. The responsibilities of a husband are already daunting for him, let alone a king.

"I love your reindeer meat, with sour cream and caramel cheese, it's really nostalgic. Old Will took another puff of his pipe, "By the way, I can't fail to mention pickled salmon, I must say that only a true food veteran can taste that special delicacy out of those pickled lye." ”

Old Will's words gave Barrett a sense of familiarity with a fellow countryman, a man who really knew the Nord tastes.

"Even many native-born Nords are few who can accept the special taste of pickled salmon. Barrett smiled, but he loved it, since he was a child, because his father loved it.

"That's nothing, if you've ever eaten the traditional delicacy of the city-state of Ica, 'Stinky Head Fish', then your taste buds will be sublimated to a new level where pickled salmon is only a small role. ”

......

Old Will and Barrett talked about Nord's cultural customs and food culture, which made the conversation much more harmonious, and then he returned to the topic, "I heard that the 'Misty Forest' is dangerous?"

It's dangerous! It's a pot of intricate stew, and you can find anything you've ever seen, heard, dreamed of, or even dreamed of. Barrett thought to herself.

"Yes. He replied, "Danger is not enough to describe it." If it were me, I would prefer to use the word 'weird' to describe it. ”

"Looks like you know a lot about it?" asked Old Will again.

No, no one can understand it. Barrett teased herself in her heart that I just fed it more often and 'food', so 'it' didn't treat me badly, that's all.

"I can't talk about it. The brute replied.

"Hey, boss, one more pot. The ogre next to him suddenly shouted angrily. It reached out and pulled a piece of pig lung stuck in its teeth, placed it in front of it and studied it carefully, then put it back in its mouth, chewing it carefully.

It seems to be very fond of the "delicacy" of stewed pork offal.

The half-elves were talking to the adventurers around them, and then the crowd gradually dispersed with disappointed faces, and some adventurers were still trying to slander Barrett with the nickname 'Feeder', hoping that the few people would be able to choose again.

Well, that's not really slander, at least what he said happened in real time.

After the half-elf dispersed the crowd, he returned to the paving and sat next to Barrett. The handsome face of the half-elf had a charming smile on it, but it was a pity that Barrett was not a woman, and that smile did not appeal to him in the slightest.

If you go to be the guest of the ladies in the boudoir, you must do a good job, Barrett thought with a little malice.

"After you've talked about it in a moment, I'll give you a brief introduction to our team. The handsome man said to Barrett.

You chose me, but I haven't said yes yet! Barrett didn't get angry because of the good atmosphere of the conversation before, he just didn't know why, are these people sure that I will join them?

"You don't seem to have anything new to do right now, do you? And you seem to be confused about something. Old Will had a warm smile on his face.

His words startled Barrriet, "Confused, I just don't know what to eat for lunch." "Pork offal stew might be a good choice, but I don't want to eat the same thing at noon for three days in a row." ”

"Is that all?" said Old Will staring at Barritt and exhaling another cloud of smoke.

The smoke blurred the brute's vision, and his expression subconsciously changed. In fact, the unbelievable thing that happened to Barrett made him a little frightened, a little sensitive, and a little weak-hearted......

"But I don't really have any work right now. He admitted the first half of the sentence.

In this way, it is better to help us to find our way and recognize ourselves in our adventures. I can see that you're not the kind of person who can understand something by just thinking about it. Of course, I don't mean anything else. ”

He's saying I'm simple-minded? I've been seen through by him? How does he know? By the way, he's a mage, he's snooping inside me! Barrett grabbed his 'Iron Bride' with his left hand, his expression a little nervous, "You used a spell on me?"

"Spells? no, no, no. Old Will laughed loudly, not dissatisfied with Barrett's threatening actions: "Although the spell is powerful, the 'experience' is not much weaker than it, especially in the aspect of 'seeing through people's hearts'. If you live to be 200 years old, you will see as many people and things as a herring in the sea. Then you will find that many people are constantly confiding their secrets to others with their gestures and movements. ”

"I did spell on you, though. On that note, I want to say sorry to you. Old Will changed his words, which made Barrett's heart that he had just put down lifted: "But you don't need to worry, this is just a variant of 'suggestion', which will not make you change any of your thoughts, but will only make you firm up the truest thoughts in your heart when you hesitate, that's all." As for what that idea is, only you know. ”

After Old Will finished speaking, he looked at Barrett calmly and smoked his pipe by himself.

"My thoughts?" Barrett removed his hand from the hilt of his sword.

"Your thoughts. The half-elf repeated beside him.

Barrett hesitated, hesitated, doubted, and even faintly feared. Old Will's words made his heart tremble, and he didn't know how to choose. There was a rare silence, and even the ogre stopped eating, as if waiting for his answer.

I don't know how long it took, but Old Will suddenly smiled and stretched out his hand: "Welcome to your joining!" That smile was very comforting: "By the way, our team is called 'Dirty Novel', and it's a great team." ”

Barrett looked at Old Will's right hand stretched out from his robes, carrying two silver rings, one of which was inlaid with an amber gem in the shape of a vertical pupil, and the other was covered with the same pale gold pattern as on Old Will's robe.

The brute shrugged his shoulders and shook it firmly.

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