"In this world, there is such a group of people......

They are isolated and alone, they are strong in martial arts, brave and fearless, and they are wise and decisive...... Most importantly, they are willing to pursue knowledge and things that are difficult for ordinary people to understand or even fear, and arm themselves with them!

They are dungeon hunters! brave people who shuttle through the gloomy dungeons! fight dragons, learn secret methods, punish evil spirits, and hunt for treasures...... They appear behind every major event in history, and they wield power that even the gods will marvel at, they are the saviors of this ordinary, boring and stupid world!

Friends who are reading the story, you guessed it right, in fact, I am also a ......"

The door was pushed open, and the pleasant wind chimes rang, and I had to put down the quill in my hand for a moment. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The visitor was a young man wearing brown leather armor and carrying a black iron sword, his thin face still had pimples, and his hands protruding from under his sleeves were like skeletons.

In an instant, he secretly said in his heart: Hehe, this young man must have heard of my prestige and came to me for help. In that case, I was merciful enough to help him.

"Boss, a bottle of primary healing potion!"

"Okay, here we are! Guest, do you want another bottle of primary meditation potion? I see that your eyes are deep and bright, and your handsome face is full of intellectual brilliance, you are not a mage but also a priest!

"Fucking off, I'm a fucking swordsman, can't your squinted eyes see the sword on my back? ”

"Oh...... Five gold coins. "It turned out to be a poor ghost, and I was not interested in it for a moment.

"Wow, five gold coins, why don't you go grab it! In my hometown, this thing only sells for ten silver coins!"

"If I can grab it, do you think I'll still sell things here?" he slapped the table in an angry manner and said angrily, "Little rabbit cub, let me tell you! On this rabbit tail street, our Hawaiian prop shop is famous for its fair prices! I don't believe it, you go out and turn left to ask the guards!"

At the mention of the guards, the poor ghost swordsman was intimidated and muttered, "That...... Then I won't buy ......."

"Don't buy it?" Instant snorted coldly, "It's too naïve, do you want to touch it?"

"Wow, boss, you have to be reasonable, the potions are all in glass bottles, not fruits, what can you do if you touch them!? In my hometown, don't talk about touching it, you can return it after drinking!"

"Who said you can touch it if you have a bottle? Look here, here, and here, all of them have left your fingerprints! Fingerprints, do you know? That's the trajectory of fate, I just need to find an astrologer and I can curse you with my fingerprints first x, then x, then x, and then x......."

"Wow, I can't buy it!Profiteer! In my hometown, there is no such profiteer as you!" The poor ghost swordsman threw down five gold coins in anger and fled away from the hut of the moment...... Well, it seems that he is not so poor, just a little stingy.

Looking at his departing back, he pondered for a long time, tore up the page he had just written, and brought a new piece of paper and wrote:

"In this world, there is such a group of people......

They are uneducated, lazy, mean, rude, impoverished, morally corrupt, have low IQs, and are genetically deranged...... It's like a walking garbage heap, a slime that can speak human words, and a sheep-headed monster with broken genitals. On top of that, they are always daydreaming of finding treasure in dungeons and becoming rich overnight......

They are dungeon hunters, a high-risk industry with a mortality rate of up to 80%. They appear in the confinement rooms of every mental hospital, and their characters are even amazed by the hooligans who peek at the old lady taking a bath, they are the destroyers of this beautiful, warm and harmonious world.

And I'm the owner of a Hawaiian prop shop that makes a living from the money of this bunch of idiot waste...... 's helper and adopted son. ”

As soon as I finished writing this paragraph, the back door of the prop shop opened. A middle-aged man with a scruffy beard walked in, his dirty bib stained with blood...... and a brown, stinking semi-solid that would make any sane human want to stay away.

"Damn, it's finally home, it's an annoying snowstorm here...... Oh, dear son, are you waiting for me, come and give Daddy a warm hug and melt Daddy's frozen heart!" The middle-aged man hugged him shamelessly after seeing the moment.

In an instant, he silently took out a long sword from under the counter and stabbed it at his chest.

The man howled miserably, turned his body to dodge the sword at the last moment, and howled like a pig that had been stabbed in the ass: "Someone cares about no one! An unfilial son wants to kill his father! In broad daylight, Lang Lang Qiankun, is there still a royal law?"

"Oh my God...... You still dare to mention the word Wang Fa, I really admire the thickness of your cheeks......" Momentarily looked at his adoptive father speechlessly, "As an old thief who sneaks into the dungeon every day to steal corpses, don't you think you are one of the worst lawbreakers?"

Speaking of which, I have to introduce the adoptive father of the moment. The smart man has already guessed, and the stupid guy is still going back in memory, he is the real owner of the Hawaiian prop shop, and Moment is just a helper who watches the store. This person calls himself Mr. Wolong, his main business is to open a prop shop, and his side business is a dungeon hunter. Other dungeon hunters go to the dungeon to do quests to find treasure, but he specializes in finding the corpses in the dungeon and bringing the valuable items on the corpses back to the store to sell. Making a fortune from the dead is simply a deed of black smoke emitted from the ancestral grave!

The moment of high moral sentiment is extremely hated for this, and often wants to take away the income of the prop shop for the justice and light of the world and the prostitution money that needs to be paid to Miss Rose, but unfortunately the strength is not good, and it is really sad and lamentable...... Good people, hard to do.

Judging from the fact that no matter how dangerous the dungeon is, he can come and go freely, and this godfather is undoubtedly a hidden master. He even often brought back some relics belonging to the Juggernaut and the Magister, and the dungeons that these people could go to would be so frightened that ordinary dungeon hunters would be so frightened that they couldn't sleep in the middle of the night.

As for how far he can't hide it...... Is it not true that the little courtesan widow who is often famous on Rabbit Tail Street is chasing her ass? When you hear that there is such an adoptive father in Moment, you must think that Moment's borrowing a lot of light...... Not really.

Twenty years of life in Moment, this hairless Mr. Lying Chicken has only given one gift at Moment's eighteen-year-old coming-of-age ceremony. The gift comes in a huge treasure chest, and it's not a problem to stuff a fat pig inside.

At that time, Mr. Wolong's expression was like a hermit in the novel who was preaching to someone who was destined, solemn, serious, emotional, sad, gratified, and reverberated in the twilight sunset......

The naïve moment also thought that he had received an artifact that could be taken out and could walk sideways across the entire Earth Continent, could it be the legendary Holy Sword Glenhill or the Divine Spear Kungunir......? It can't be the supreme list of forbidden books in the eyes of magicians...... Eh, that's embarrassing, with my magic level, I can't use it! But if you have to give it, I have to reluctantly accept it......

Hehe.

Open the big treasure chest, it's a medium treasure chest. Open the middle treasure chest again, and it's a small treasure chest.

Stop, when you hear this, do you think that the gift is hidden in a small treasure chest? Alas, how can I say that he is also a strong man whose strength is no less than that of the Sword Saint Magister, and I don't know if I give a necklace ring of rank equivalent to an artifact or something! I feel that the Silver Moon Ring of the Vampire Ancestor is barely okay, although no one has seen it for thousands of years, but I still believe in his adoptive father very much!

Hehe.

"Son......" Mr. Wolong looked at the moment with sincere eyes, and said affectionately, "See......?

Looking at the empty small treasure chest in an instant, he shook his head expressionlessly.

"Fool! For the father's true affection, it must be fed to the dog!" Mr. Wolong was furious, "Have you seen these three treasure chests? This is my coming-of-age ceremony for you! In the future, you will definitely become the strongest dungeon hunter in the Earth Continent, and your treasures will fill these three treasure chests! The so-called teaching people to fish is better than teaching people to fish, and my father thinks that instead of giving you a treasure, it is better to give you a motivation to pursue treasures......"

"I think ......" Moment continued to look at Mr. Wolong with a blank face, "the only treasure that will be in this treasure chest is your ashes!"

Ahem...... Don't mention the past, life has been stormy.

By the way, why is the prop shop called Hawaii? According to Mr. Wolong, it's because Icewind City is cold all year round, and he always longs for a life facing the sea in spring, so he pinned his good wishes on the name of the prop shop. Hawaii is a great place to be warm all year round and have many beautiful hula dancers.

But I searched through all the maps in the prop shop in an instant, but I couldn't find where Hawaii was......