The barbarian adventurer squeezed through the crowd with his tall and burly body, not caring at all about the dissatisfaction and curses of the people around him.

As Barrett reached the front like a rhinoceros, he saw a half-elf standing by the paving, loudly speaking to the crowd of adventurers around him. And in the shadow to the left of the half-elf, a small dwarf is hidden. The dwarf deftly rotated a sharp dagger in his hand while snorting from time to time.

Behind the half-elf sat an ogre who looked much taller than Barrit, sitting on a paved stump chair and munching on a steaming pot of pork offal. The ogre scooped up the stewed pork livers and lungs directly from the basin with his hands, and at most of them were sections of pork intestines sealed at both ends and stuffed with garlic and onions.

The offal was stuffed into the ogre's mouth one after another, and it ate quickly, ignoring the hot temperature of the food.

The ogre was wearing a very tightly wrapped full-body armor, and from the metallic color reflected in the armor, Barrett could tell that it should be mixed with magic iron, and maybe even a small amount of Mithril. The price of this armor is definitely expensive, but more importantly, the incredible weight is not something that anyone can hold, let alone move around in it.

On the chair opposite the Gluttony sat a middle-aged man in a tan robe with pale gold patterns, who was not eating offal like his ogre companion, but smoking a slender pipe made of briar nodules.

Judging by the peculiar style of the robe and the strange temperament exuded by the man, Barrett guessed that the man who smoked the cigarette must be a mage.

He hadn't seen many mages, he could count them on ten fingers, but it was very easy to distinguish them from ordinary people—all mages had a difference that was difficult to describe in words, and an inexplicable sense of oppression.

That's not a psychological effect, Barrett heard that people with strong souls will naturally exude a kind of coercion, and the souls of mages are constantly tempered by magical power, and with time and level, they become more and more powerful.

But the man who seemed to be a mage didn't have a seven-pointed star on the left cuff of his robe like his fellow Magic Guild peers, which made Barrett a little uncertain about his guess.

A strange team of suspected mages, an ogre, a half-elf, and a dwarf, Barrett felt as if she had seen them somewhere.

The barbarian searched his mind carefully, and finally found a clue in a corner: before he went to the underworld, he had met with the adventurers of the city-state of Muya. These people seem to be frequent visitors to the Adventurer's Guild in the city-state of Muya, and often take on special missions that are difficult for ordinary adventurers to receive.

What are they doing here? Barrett didn't know why. Muya is in the middle of the continent, and above it is the lair of the Magic Society, the Sky Dome, and the floating city of Al-Safir.

In terms of the number of tasks, the variety of things, and the abundance of rewards, the city-state of Muya is unmatched by any other place. And the environment is cleaner and the procedures for tasks are more formal, because the mages are the least likely to see chaos and disorder.

Even kobolds and goblins in the city-state of Muya are polite, and if you dress them in a dress and bring a lacquered cane, you can hardly tell how they are different from the nobles of the human kingdom......

As for the 'Bay of Pigs', it is the westernmost part of the Gryphon Kingdom, which is located in the lower left corner of the mainland, and the distance between the 'Bay of Pigs' and Muya is really not close. Of course, these people certainly don't come on foot or in horse-drawn carriages, which can take months on the road.

There was also a quicker way to get there, and this was the one Barrett had chosen when he went to the city-state of Muya. Although in terms of price, it will make people feel like they want to die, but I have to say, it is really fast. In an instant, you can cross a distance of thousands of miles.

Teleportation circles, a near-perfect way to travel, except for the price.

"We'll pay 50 gold coins in advance! Remember, in advance!" Barrett heard the half-elves repeatedly shout to the adventurers around them, "If the mission is successful, we will pay an additional 100 when we come back!"

They actually paid in advance!

Ha, Barrett has a little contempt for these strange adventurers who are 'half-' in his heart. Saying that they are half-is not a denial of their strength, as long as they are not the kind of guys who don't have long eyes or brains, they can see that these new faces must be good, and the ogre wearing full-body armor just looks like he knows that it is very difficult to mess with, no one wants to become the pot of stewed pork offal in front of the ogre, and no one is willing to use their own lives to argue whether the ogre race still eats people or not.

But so what? This is the filthy 'Bay of Pigs', not the city-state of Muya where everything is done by the rules. These people have been walking on the wide, smooth avenues paved with bluestone for so long that they no longer know how to move forward on the muddy roads full of sewage and feces.

"I—I absolutely can!" said one of the adventurers, holding his hand up in the air, his expression very positive.

"I spent ten days in the Misty Forest!" said another adventurer, boasting about himself.

"I've been here for twenty days!" said someone not to be outdone.

"I've been there for months!" this is a lie, as anyone who knows even a little bit about the Misty Forest can tell. Unless, that listener is an outsider who doesn't understand anything.

"You've been in the belly of a monster for months. "There was sarcasm around.

"My XX stays in your mother's belly longer!" the liar retorted angrily, causing a burst of laughter.

The adventurers around are all eager to sign up, but Barrett believes that as soon as they get the money, you will probably never find them again.

This kind of recruitment is not right, he denies it in his heart. The adventurers here are like the most cunning winter wolves, and they can only let them go hungry before they are willing to hunt hard. If they are fed before the hunt, they will only do their best to be lazy in any way they can, and they are better at this.

People who are well fed and clothed will not be willing to work hard, which is understandable.

However, the half-elf was not disturbed by the noisy adventurers around him, and his gaze scanned the entire crowd from right to left, and then carefully observed from left to right.

He weighed it, his eyes revealing pickiness, like picking out a weapon in a blacksmith's shop. In other words, these enthusiastic adventurers are no different from the weapons hanging in the blacksmith's shop, the only difference is that the weapons need to be used by people, while the adventurers need gold coins to drive.

Finally, the half-elf set his sights on Barrett.

The Barbarian Adventurer is undoubtedly the kind of person who attracts people's attention, people will always notice him because of his burly body, then they will marvel at the ugly scar on his throat, lament that such injuries have not killed him, and finally notice the steel-like fortitude and composure of the Barbarian.

Barrett noticed that the half-elves were watching him, and he didn't want to get involved, whatever the men wanted to do. So he refused: "I'm sorry, I don't plan to ......"

"Young man, come and sit down. The middle-aged man with a pipe interrupted Barrett and beckoned to him, "I can see that you are different from most people, and I have something I want to consult with you." ”

I, young man, Barrett felt a little amused in my heart. Maybe 10 years ago. He's thirty-seven this year, maybe thirty-eight, and he doesn't remember very well and doesn't care. Although the normal lifespan of humans on this continent can reach more than 100 years, more than ten years of adventure still make Barrett feel a little old in his heart.

And, it looks like you're not much older than me, Barrett thought to herself. But he didn't refuse the man's request, and he didn't know why.

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