"Well, stone...... Mr. Muraton, I'm Leo Minehir, a level 2 mage, you can call me Leo. Since it was the first time he met the other party, Leo simply introduced himself and did not mention any more information.

"Yes, level 2 mage, that's just enough!" The dwarven warrior glanced at the badge on Ao's chest in his eyes to make sure it wasn't fake, cracked his thick mouth again, climbed into the chair opposite Leo, turned to Dorakil and said, "Hey, bring us two beers." No, four glasses, I think I'll have to sit down with this Mr. Mage and have a good talk. ”

Since they had to spend money, Dorakil certainly wouldn't refuse, so he made a beer and sent it over, and said, "Mr. Minehir, you don't really want to go into the swamp with him, do you?"

"Thank you for your concern, I haven't decided yet, but I just want to know the situation first. Leo replied with a smile as he sat back in his seat.

Dora Kirl was not a nosyman, and if it weren't for Leo's generosity and politeness, he wouldn't have bothered to say anything. Seeing that Leo had his own thoughts, he put the beer down, shook his head, and turned to leave.

Seeing that the attention of the dwarven warriors was completely attracted by beer, Leo seemed to be wondering which drink first, so he had to ask first, "Mr. Muraton, what did you enter the castle for?"

Muradon Brute Hammer divided two beers and brought them to Leo, then hesitated for a moment, took back another glass, and then replied loudly: "Of course, it is to rescue the leader of our mercenary group, he has been frozen for a week, if he does not thaw it, I am afraid he will lose his life!"

Then the dwarven warrior picked up a wine glass and drank it with his head up, letting it linger on his beard, as if it were not too enjoyable.

Dorakil, who was tidying up on the counter, heard the dwarf speak, and pouted, "Mr. Mage, you don't have to pay attention to him. This guy is crazy. Since the failure of the operation, although their mercenary group has not suffered any substantial losses, the head of the regiment has been frozen into ice, even if he is not dead yet, it is only a matter of time, and the others have already run out, leaving him to stay here. ”

"I'm not crazy! Those guys haven't run out! We don't have any 'roadside wildflowers'! They're going back to find someone to rescue the regimental commander!" Muraton Brute Hammer glared at Dorakir, but there was not much confidence in his words, obviously the actual situation was not consistent with what he said.

The situation was basically the same as Leo had guessed, the dwarven warrior was a sentient and righteous fellow. He asked curiously, "Then how are you going to rescue me, a level 2 mage?" How can it help you?"

"I got this for a good price, and if you're willing to help, you'll be able to do it. Mustardon Hammer carefully pulled a scroll from his bosom and handed it over.

The scroll is the size of a palm, brownish-yellow, and the special texture on the paper can be distinguished, it is actually snow maple paper. This high-grade magic material is not produced in high quantities and is expensive, and is generally only used to make high-grade magic scrolls. Leo had seen him in Byron's room. It's just that the teacher, as a level 6 mage, can't make a high-level magic scroll, so he hasn't used it.

With curiosity, he looked at the magic circle drawn on the scroll.

Although the magic array is quite complicated. Many of the individual inscriptions and components Leo didn't know at all, but he had in his mind the "Encyclopedia of Common Magic Arrays" copied from the Royal Academy of Magic, and after comparison, he had a general direction. He asked, "Is this a powerful dispersal technique?"

Hearing that Leo actually recognized the magic on the scroll, the dwarven warrior was surprised: "Yes, it is a powerful dispel technique of the level 7 enchantment system!"

Leo nodded. According to his understanding, the level 3 magic "Dispel Technique" can effectively dispel most of the negative effects that do not exceed level 4, and the "Strong Dispel Technique" is even more effective, reaching the dispel level of 8.

Normally, the caster can activate the magic in the scroll up to level 5 beyond their own level, and he, a 2 mage, can completely activate the high-level dispel scroll, no wonder the dwarven warrior just said it was just right. And if he can cast this magic on the leader of the 'Roadside Wildflower' who has been frozen into ice, he will indeed have a chance to succeed.

"Success is the opportunity to succeed, but in the face of a grown blue dragon...... Unless I'm crazy, I'll do that......" Leo muttered to himself.

Seeing that Leo was silent, the dwarf suddenly jumped out of his chair and bowed deeply: "The Lord of Forging is above, I am a warrior, I can't use the magic scroll, I can only rely on you." ”

After finishing speaking, he took out a small bag from his arms and said sincerely: "I know that this matter is very dangerous, of course I can't let you do it in vain." This is my entire savings, including magic crystals and gold coins, a total of about 3,000, how about as a reward?"

For a mercenary in a small place, three thousand gold coins is definitely not a small amount.

Facing the loyal dwarf, Leo was quite moved, but the things asked by the other party were completely beyond his ability, so he had to smile bitterly and said: "I'm sorry, I'm only level 2, and in the face of a blue dragon, I'm afraid I can't even stimulate the scroll, this thing is ......"

"Don't worry, as long as we sneak over, we shouldn't be discovered. Assuming that the blue dragon appears, with me in front and isolating the dragon power, it will definitely not have any impact on you! What you have to do is to activate the scroll, and I will drag the big lizard to death, so that you and the regiment leader can escape smoothly!" The dwarf looked absolutely stunned, and after finishing in his low and hoarse voice, he took off the shield behind him and patted it lovingly: "This is an epic quality magic item, if it is taken to the market, it can be sold for about 10,000 gold coins, if the rescue is successful, this will also be given to you." ”

Leo's face was full of bitterness, and he secretly resented himself, why did he ask so many words, but now it is difficult to ride a tiger. If the other party only asks for a reward, there is not much psychological burden when refusing, but that shield is obviously equal to half of the dwarf's life.

Such a loving and righteous partner, so that Leo, who also thinks he is affectionate and righteous, really doesn't know how to refuse. Even Dora Kirl and the other diners couldn't bear it.

At this time, the dwarf suddenly made a move that made everyone stunned, and he actually knelt down on one knee.

The heavy knee pad smashed down, making a loud crisp sound, and the floor tiles were instantly torn apart, showing the fierceness of the force.

The dwarven warrior lowered his head, and for the first time his voice became soft: "I was captured by slave traders at a very young age and sent to the mines to mine. Later, he changed several masters in a row, and finally because he had a good fighting talent, he was sold to the underground arena and fought with others every day. For ten years, I was living in hell. ”

As he spoke, he began to choke up: "The Lord of Forging is above, and finally one day, the head of the regiment led people to raid the underground arena and rescued us. If it weren't for the regimental commander, I would probably be dead by now, so I have to rescue the regimental commander anyway. ”

The dwarven warrior raised his head and looked at Leo with his dark eyes: "I am fifty years old this year, according to your human calculations, I still belong to the youth, and I can live for at least another two hundred years." If I can rescue the Captain, I am willing to pledge my allegiance to you in the name of the Lord of Forging and do anything for you in the rest of my life!" (To be continued......)