Back in the Adventurers' Guild, the half-elves looked embarrassed, obviously experiencing a lot of danger.

But it didn't attract much attention, and in the eyes of adventurers, there was really nothing surprising......

The life of an adventurer is not necessarily magnificent, but there must be dangers, and there are very few who can enjoy their old age peacefully!

"Return the mission, Rank E in the 24th row, collect the Blood Man Flower Herbs, and the second row ......"

A standard lingua franca, with an accent that no one could hear, the half-elf placed his backpack on the table.

Man Dengdeng's backpack is obviously a lot of medicinal herbs, and there are adventurers nearby, who have already recognized the identity of the half-elf.

"Blood Manhua, it must be in the Burning Wood Forest, looking at the appearance of a half-elf, it seems that he has encountered a lot of goblins. ”

"Burning Wood Forest, goblins?"

"Only a guy like him, who goes alone, would be made like this by goblins. ”

Loki pulled out a string of red and black items worn with a string of strings from a cloth bag wrapped in several layers.

"The second row of E-class characters, the scalp of the kobold, this one also settles the reward together. ”

In the hands of the half-elf, there was a long string of dozens of kobolds' scalps threaded into them, but his calm appearance was like a noblewoman holding her necklace.

Before the workers behind the counter could check, the faces of the adventurers around them were not good, and some of them had already covered their mouths and noses and retreated.

It's not that I'm afraid of the half-elves, but it's that it stinks, and I feel sick to the smell......

Loki wasn't enough, and continued: "There are a few scalps damaged, it's a special kobold, I cut this off, help me take a look, is it the same reward?"

He opened a cloth bag wrapped in several layers, and there were claws slightly larger than a human hand, from the kobold leader, and from the elite who were much stronger than the average kobold.

The people around him collectively took three steps back, and one of the adventurers whispered, "This guy, do you have a penchant for collecting corpses?"

Some of the adventurers who talked about him behind his back before were actually not very skillful, and they didn't dare to talk too much about it at the moment.

The worker behind the table found another adventurous union colleague to help him, and while covering his nose, he quickly checked these disgusting task items.

A long string of scalps and stump limbs and short arms, representing forty-two kobolds.

Including five kobold diggers, and a kobold leader, there is almost a kobold colony.

"Is this true? How did he kill so many kobolds by himself?"

"To solo adventurers, kobolds are more difficult to deal with than goblins. He even killed the kobold leader, this guy ......"

Some of the adventurers around, including those with the strength of a professional.

At this time, these people looked at the half-elves a little differently. This is a manifestation of identifying with his identity as an adventurer......

Agree or not, the half-elf doesn't care so much, he pays more attention to the monetary rewards that can be exchanged for real money.

Twenty-five Oder Empire gold coins, dozens of silver coins, and the falling money bag rattled, yes, the same number that Loki knew at the beginning......

Secretly making an OK gesture, little Fatuna, who was hiding in the crowd, ran out and helped leave with the heavy money bag.

For some of the adventure groups, this task reward is nothing, but there are still a few greedy figures in the crowd, looking at the little girl's money bag with malicious intent.

Loki has spatial vision, and it's easy to spot these guys.

He looked back at the past with fierce eyes, drew his long-bladed hunting knife and danced it flexibly on his wrist a few times, and pointed at his scalp with the sharp tip of the knife.

This action is very reminiscent of the collection task, four silver coins for a kobold scalp, this madman half-elf......

......

Luo Ji wanted to go back early to change his clothes and have a good rest, but he didn't expect to be stopped by the stubborn little Fatuna, so he had to go to the pharmacy in Senjin Town first.

The wound on the half-elf's arm was more preoccupied with the little girl than he was.

Swamp Light Potion Shop.

The size and size of this shop is also the largest of all the shops in Senjin Town.

Loki couldn't help but be amazed when he pushed the door open, not to mention the little girl who didn't have much knowledge, and the rows of potions on the huge shelves dazzled her.

A pretty girl with freckles on her face stopped her work of sorting herbs and began to receive the half-elf siblings.

"I had a traumatic injury before, and although it has healed, there are strange scars left in the subcutaneous tissue and capillaries......"

"Under the skin...... The organization is the most detailed...... Blood vessels?" the freckled girl didn't understand the combination of words.

Loki rolled up his sleeves, revealing the scar on his upper arm, as if black ink had been injected into the skin, radiating and contaminating the surrounding capillaries.

But when you touch it lightly, except for the color and the scar that has just healed, it is no different from ordinary people, is it poisoned?

The freckled girl looked at the adventurer in front of her, this profession could experience all kinds of strange dangers, she was an apothecary apprentice, and she had some experience in healing, but she couldn't tell what kind of injury it was.

She asked a few more details, but Loki only concealed the evil blood staff, using the kobold's strange spells as an excuse, and everything else was very clear.

She didn't have a clue, and then said, "Wait a minute, Mr. Adventurer......"

The freckled girl returned to the second floor of the pharmacy, and it was a while before she walked down with another blonde girl.

In the massive memory storage, he will not forget the faces he has seen, this blonde girl is the noble lady in the escort team some time ago, Moira Claysie.

This druid apprentice is supposed to live outside the town with her teacher.

Is the Swamp Light Apothecary the property of the Druid Master?

If Loki had asked some well-informed people about the Druid Master before, then he would definitely know that the half-elf elder with a high status had more than one property in the town.

Moira frowned slightly, and glanced at the half-elf adventurer, the blonde aristocratic girl, who obviously recognized this as the rude and curious half-elf in the previous escort team.

As for how the half-elf became an adventurer, this druid apprentice didn't care at all.

After looking at it carefully for a while, understanding the cause of the injury, and thinking for a moment, Moira said.

"This hurts...... I can't heal you......"

Loki frowned, waiting for her to continue.

"According to the records in the classics, this is not an injury, this should be a curse, specifically the kind that I don't know, but the curse is definitely right......"

Curse?, he thought of the black tombstone in his head, the voice that was constantly demagogic.

Is this curse some kind of wizard spell?

Moira found that none of the potions in this room could cure the half-elves, and said with some guilt.

"I'm sorry, potions can't help you much. You should go to the Silver Flame Church in town, I know Penny Priest, she's a nice person, she should be able to help you out. ”

As long as it wasn't for the Blue Moon Shinrito Cult, Loki still hated that human priest.

What should have been said has been said, but the half-elf is cheeky and refuses to leave.

He took little Fatuna's hand, and even listed the little girl's many talents, of course, what he revealed did not include those related to evil witches.

The purpose is to let the half-elf little girl step into the shortcut to becoming a druid.