After agreeing on a trip for three days with the Good Helpers adventure team, Barrett got up and returned to the hotel he had booked after purchasing the items he needed for the plan.

The inn is called 'Ears Up', and the owner is an old man with flowery hair and a funny white language. In his spare time, he likes to tell his customers stories that are hard to distinguish between real and fake, but very engaging. The details of those stories are so full that they seem to be true, as if the old man had experienced them all, but many of them are so fantastical that it is difficult to arouse doubts.

Next to the 'Ears Up' inn is a clothing store that specializes in women's clothing, hats, and clothing. The name of the store is 'Beautiful Experience', which is a name with a double meaning, because the store is not only for those exquisite and chic brocade clothes, but also for a somewhat hidden place.

It's just that you'll have to find the secret door of the clothing store yourself and enter. After passing through a downward spiral road, you will reach the real location. Therefore, the number of men who come to this shop is no less than that of women.

In fact, the city-state of Muya does not prohibit this kind of business, but there are many people who just like this special tone.

And our barbarian adventurer, Barrett, who chose the inn of 'Ears Up' as his temporary homestay, has absolutely nothing to do with his neighbors, absolutely!!

On the other side of the inn was a stable, where his mount, 'Carrot', was in the stable, very excitedly flattering the two chestnut mares in the manger opposite. The mares, on the other hand, were eating the grass gracefully, and seemed to ignore the cheers and chirpings of the 'carrots'.

Yes, the brute brought this disobedient mount of his with him. Barrett had planned to sell the mount, but then casually asked Mage Alvin if he could, but he didn't expect the latter to readily agree.

"Why not?" said Master Alvin, Medusa Grace standing behind him with her hands open, her eyes still so charming, "since this little creature didn't abandon you in the first place, you should take it with you." ”

How nice it would be if a whistle could get the mount on call," Barrett sighed. He added some forage, wheat, and carrots to Carrot, and gave some apples to the two mares opposite.

Pushing the door open, the innkeeper Leslie's voice was as thick as ever, as if he was telling his never-ending story.

"The corpse had been dead for a long time, and the white maggots were feasting on the rotting remains. It is often said that there are as many 'retinues' of corpses as there are kings, and this is not for nothing. The eye-eating crow, the flies circling around the corpse, and the wriggling maggots...... Scavengers will always be 'loyal' as always. ”

"Hey, we're eating!" said a flaming red-bearded dwarf, dissatisfied, "Skip this!"

"Okay, no problem. The innkeeper smiled, "I endured the stench and found a treasure in the bosom of this corpse. I couldn't help but be ecstatic to find it, because I did recognize the thing, it was a black crystal wine bottle, and when you gently shook it, you could faintly hear the strange sound of the liquid in the bottle. Sometimes the sound was like the crisp clashing of gold coins, sometimes it was like the helpless cry of a baby, and sometimes it was like the roar of thunder and lightning. ”

Leslie, the proprietor, took a sip of water, "Freedom records, I don't know who has fused into the mouth of this bottle." If you don't break it, you won't know what's inside. ”

A demon spirit who can grant people's wishes, Barrett has a belly. He sat down at a casual table, reached out to a half-elf waiter, and asked for a plate of spiced, spicy roast lamb, freshly baked hot bread, and eel pie.

"Then smash it!" shouted a guest at a table near Barrett, "It's just a dark crystal bottle, and it's not too valuable to compare with the secrets in the bottle! Secrets are sometimes more valuable than magical materials, and Calvin Mage likes to collect secrets, an ancient secret that can be verified, and can even be exchanged for tens of thousands of gold coins!"

Oh, I'm halfway there, but it's not very proven. Barrett thought boredly.

"It sounded like that, but I didn't do it at the time. Not only me, but anyone who knows about this item would not do it. The boss said, "No one would be cruel enough to break this strange bottle." Do you know why?"

The white-haired old man paused, took another sip of water, and then continued, "Because if you bathe this bottle in the bright moonlight during the full moon, then a treasure map will be clearly reflected on the bottle, a treasure map that can be found on the bottle!

"What if this new treasure map is also found?" asked a female orc in half-leather armor, mostly exposed to air, and with two daggers at her waist, in fluent lingua franca, "will new ones appear on the bottle again and again after the new ones are found?"

"Yes. Leslie nodded, "As you might think, the treasure map on the bottle seems to be endless, and it is rumored that someone has found it up to seventeen times in a row, and that person's wealth is innumerable, but in the end it is missing. Only the legend of that bottle is still circulating among the very few people who know it. ”

The topic of treasure excited a group of young adventurers in the corner, and the young men began to whisper about their lives if they got the bottle, how they would find the treasure, how they would get a lot of gold, and how they would lift their dresses with a lot of gold to make the girls smile.

They even talk about 'glory', yes, a word that has nothing to do with adventurers, but young people tend to yearn for more.

"Cut, how come I've never heard of it, and besides, there are so many treasures to be unearthed in reality. A human in a beast skin cuirass pursed his lips disdainfully, "You're just telling another absurd story." ”

"There's a lot more treasure on this continent than you think!" the other human retorted, "The Magic Empire conquered so many planes and kingdoms of God, and the legacies left behind must be innumerable! Even if the Guild later inherited most of them, a considerable part would still be left out." Maybe this bottle is actually a special notepad, but it's just made into the shape of a bottle. We all know that things created by mages are always going to be a little quirky. Leslie, after all, you owned it. ”

"I didn't really think much about it at the time, but like its previous owners, I was bent on finding treasures. The old man continued his story.

Barrett listened to the tender, delicious roast lamb, and from time to time compared it to his own adventures.

Leslie, the boss, talks about his search for the treasure, as well as the difficulties and monsters he faces. He said he searched three times, once in the reefs of the southern part of the griffin kingdom, once in the extreme depths of the Maweera Desert, and the last time in the backyard of a farmer.

He said that the treasure is not all gold, jewelry, rare materials, or other items that are traditionally precious. Sometimes it's just a box of unreadable books, or a strange dagger.

At this time, in order to enhance the persuasiveness of his story, the boss actually took out a dagger from his waist. And he generously handed the dagger to the customers in the store and passed it to each other.

"I found this dagger from a strange temple deep in the Mawela Desert. "I had to go so hard to almost die in the desert countless times, and defeated many sand-like monsters in the temple before I finally found it on the altar at the end of the temple. But when I held it, my face was as disappointed as you are now. Yes, it's just a normal dagger with a somewhat unique shape, and I always feel that it should have some other purpose, but I don't know how to use it. ”

Most of the guests simply glanced at the next one and handed the dagger to the next one, apparently not believing the old man's story. But there are also a small number of people who take the dagger in their hands and study it carefully, but they also don't see any clues.

When it was Barrett's turn, he took the dagger in his hand and shook it.

The dagger is heavy in the hand, the blade is engraved with mysterious patterns, and the grip is shaped like a silver, curved transparent salt shaker, and its end is inlaid with a ruby the size of a date pit. There was nothing in the transparent bottle-like grip, but Barrett always had a feeling that something was in it, but he didn't know exactly what it should hold.

Barrett expertly swirled the dagger between his fingers, pressed the ruby at the end of the handle, and handed it to the next guest.

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