The next morning, after swimming 800 meters back and forth in the pool in the basement, Juan came to the restaurant on the second floor.

Breakfast was a buffet with quite a lot of variety.

Juan used his brain chip to open his own blog platform through the spaceship network while eating.

Then he realized that neither of the videos he had sent yesterday had been put up.

"Your video is related to the military and politics, contains violence and pornography, and the review has not passed."

"To hell with it!"

However, complaining will not solve the problem.

Juan had no choice but to modify the video, mosaic all the security guards, and painfully delete the gruesome scene of the anti-gravity drone "Ghost" annihilating the rebel elves.

But he carefully kept the cowboy hat and the high-powered pistol "Desert Eagle" from Captain Jack.

This is not a standard equipment of the army, and it should pass the review.

Then Juan changed the name of the video to "Obeying traffic rules is the duty of every citizen", "Life is priceless, stay away from scumbags, the elf "has tolerance" and sent it out.

Halfway through Juan's breakfast, the elf director came over with a fairly well-dressed black man.

The black man had a short shaved head, but his hair was almost completely white, and the short beard around his lips was also white mixed with a little black, and with the deep horizontal lines on his forehead, anyone could tell that the man was old.

But the black man's serious face made him look professional.

But Juan always felt that the other party had a cynical smile in the corner of his eye.

But upon closer inspection, Juan felt that perhaps it was just his delusion.

The elven director respectfully introduced Juan to Juan, "This is your guide, Mr. Morgan the Human Hunter. ”

Perhaps worried that Juan would dislike the other party for being too old, the elf supervisor added: "Mr. Morgan is a very experienced veteran. ”

After getting Juan's permission, Morgan the Hunter sat down in the seat across from Juan.

At this time, Juan noticed that Morgan was still carrying two followers behind him.

Those were two dwarfs, half the height of adult humans.

The one on the left, wearing a beret and the toe boots that soldiers often wear, is dressed in a camouflage uniform, with sleeves rolled up to his shoulders, revealing his muscular arms.

His swarthy and shiny beard hung down to his stomach, but it didn't cover the chain of bullets that hung in an X-shape on his chest behind him.

As if noticing Juan's gaze, Morgan introduced without looking back, "Thorin, a dwarf, once served in the army of the Human Alliance. ”

Juan knew that the Human Alliance recruited a large number of humanoids, but they were generally arranged in the auxiliary forces of the third and fourth lines, and would not let them come into contact with high-precision equipment.

However, judging from Sorrin's motionless standing, he should be well-trained, not the kind of soldier who raises pigs and vegetables in the fourth-line troops.

And the other shorter man is much more active.

He wears a white shirt, a black bow tie, and trousers, but unlike the waiters in the dining room, he does not wear black leather shoes, but stands barefoot on the marble floor.

His feet were a little too big for his size, almost like a normal adult, and they had a lot of hair on them.

Juan noticed that the little man's black eyes were very flexible and seemed to be full of curiosity about everything.

And he was not afraid of life at all, so he went to the bar himself, mixed a cocktail with gin and gin, and brought it to Morgan.

"Daddy, what you like to drink."

"Frodo, the halfling, who succeeded his uncle, took part in the operation I led for the first time.

"He's not good at fighting, but he's good at managing logistics." Morgan drank his wine and gave a brief introduction.

Juan felt a little unhappy.

A black old man who drinks for breakfast, plus a retired dwarf, and a novice halfling, actually dares to open the price of 2,000 alliance dollars a day, he feels that it is not worth it.

Morgan, who was sitting across from him, took another sip of his cocktail and asked, "I heard that you're looking at a planet suitable for immigrants, so what do you want to see?" Is it suitable land for farming, or is it a forest farm with abundant crops? ”

But that's just Juan's excuse, and the purpose of his coming to the beautiful planet is certainly not for that.

Juan didn't answer right away, he waited until the elf director left the restaurant, and then whispered, "I'm here to find excitement, is there anything more exciting than the farmland and forest farms?" ”

"Stimulation?"

"Yes, stimulus. I've come all the way from the main planet, not to experience any ordinary life. ”

"Oh, I see." Morgan nodded knowingly, as if he had seen too much of Juan's request.

He said, "How about going to see the dragon?" ”

"Dragons?" Juan's eyebrows raised, and he came to be interested, "What kind of dragon?" ”

"A big lizard with wings that breathes fire."

That's the dragon of Western legends.

I didn't expect that there would be such a legendary creature on this remote planet.

If you can shoot a video of the evil dragon, you will definitely be able to earn a lot of popularity for yourself.

But it seems that in Western legends, this kind of dragon is very difficult to mess with.

Juan, who thought so, cautiously asked, "Is it dangerous?" ”

"Of course, as exciting it is, it is as dangerous as it is."

"How dangerous is it, can you be more specific?"

"There is no return."

Juan stared at Morgan's face earnestly, trying to make sure if he was joking with him.

Morgan's complexion didn't seem to change, it was still so serious.

Maybe the other party wasn't joking.

After thinking about it for a while, Juan felt that he might not be able to stand such a stimulus, and he retreated.

"Is there anything that is a little less stimulating?"

Juan sneered as if he saw Morgan.

But after quickly calling the computer chip to look back, Juan realized that it was just his own delusion.

Morgan took a sip of his wine and said, "How's the griffon?" It's the kind of creature with the head of a griffin and wings. ”

This also seems to be a monster in Western legends, but it is certainly not as popular as the evil dragon.

While Juan was thinking, Morgan continued: "In the village to the south, a villager reported that a griffon had come and eaten a lot of their livestock, and asked me to help.

"I can give you this task, are you interested in hunting a griffin with your own hands?"

Juan asked with some confusion: "Why did the villagers ask you for help, why didn't they go directly to the army?"

"It is the duty of the military to protect the lives and property of villagers.

"I believe that if you send a 'ghost' over, you can do anything."

"It's not a human village, it's the Dragonmen, and they're not protected by the laws of the Alliance."

"Dragonman?!"

"A bunch of upright, talking, lizards who believe they have dragon genes in their blood, so they give themselves that name, but this has been falsified by human genetic testing."

"But even if you are not human, as long as you are willing to accept human rule, you should be able to seek help from the army."

"They're afraid of Jack, and the natives here are afraid of Jack, and no one wants to ask for his help."

Juan nodded, of course he knew the attitude of Jack, the security captain, towards the humanoids.

"And what are you going to do with the griffin? Do you have an energy weapon? ”

"No one is allowed to have energy weapons except the military, that's strictly regulated, but I have enough muskets and ammunition."

Juan thought about it and felt that the process of hunting griffins with muskets with his own hands might also arouse the interest of many netizens.

After all, on the main planet, it is illegal to hunt wild animals, and many netizens have never even seen killing chickens.

Juan nodded in agreement with Morgan's suggestion.