Chapter 004: I once dreamed of fighting the sword world, but I was too busy studying to go

Resolutely rejecting the bard who painted a big cake to deceive the fool to work for nothing, Chen Zhou picked up the fish basket after dinner and returned to the port again.

The night in the Tundra Harbor was a half-year-long polar night, causing his biological clock to become more and more chaotic, and he had been living a life of sleeping and eating when he was sleepy.

In this way, if a person does not have any plan for his life, then even if he has such an incredible thing as a "life plan", it will not make much difference.

What should I do after the crossing?

If it was before the crossing, Chen Zhou's expectation for life was to graduate and find a good job, start a family, have a child, and take care of the elderly.

But after crossing over to a foreign race and becoming a warlock, the life of swiping his mobile phone and watching websites at his workstation to fish has left him.

The problem he needs to solve now is not money, but a long-term goal.

So what do other warlocks do?

According to the poet's introduction, most warlocks have three options:

1. Pull away for breeding.

2. Employed by a wealthy merchant, nobleman, or kingdom.

3. Escape and go on an adventure.

Chen Zhou thought thoughtfully: "It seems that it is not bad to find a place to mix idle and eat half a lifetime of dead wages with the identity of the spellcaster?" ”

Unlike poets, the Nine-Ring Caster is a natural nobility.

Even if they are aliens from the barbarian lands of the north, as long as they are willing to be loyal to a certain organization, they will definitely find a stable and decent job.

As for loyalty or something...... Chen Zhou said that he would put in the same effort as the salary and benefits.

Monthly income of one gold fishing in troubled waters, monthly income of ten gold diligent and diligent, monthly income of 100 gold exhausted, monthly income of thousands of gold I live with the boss and die .jpg

Don't fool yourself with a low base salary and a high commission.

Traversers have flexible bottom lines.

Thinking of this, as a time-traveler who was a freshman in college a month ago, I decided to return my life to its original trajectory - in short, let's go to Hainan first to take the exam.

Considering that the material conditions and environment of the warm southern country are significantly better than those in the north, Chen Zhou made a decision in his heart that went against the ancestral teachings of the (Siberian tiger) - to move south!

Ten minutes later, a large fish was served, and he returned to the tavern with the basket.

Eaten-bodied Lightning is standing by the warm fire, revealing her gentle and beautiful singing voice.

In contrast to Chen Zhou's stereotype of the bard, the instrument of the Spotted Cat poet is not any string or percussion that he knows, but bells wrapped around a slender tail.

These bells have different sound qualities and melodies, and with the shaking of the Spotted Cat's tail, they merge into a heart-warming and joyful song, as if a picture of the sand sea, the oasis, the song and the dance and the evening party come into view.

It's no wonder that bards, unlike warlocks, are loved by everyone except the Bitter Lord.

And the special feature of Lightning's chanting is not limited to this, he also pulls out his thin sword and performs a fancy sword dance while chanting and flicking his tail, giving the audience a three-dimensional experience from hearing to vision.

Singing and dancing with a sword and flicking the tail is a triple purpose, Chen Zhou was amazed by this, and if he went up, he would only fall on the ground.

It's impossible to do this in a normal performance, and it's the same level in battle......

Chen Zhou pondered, if judged by the standard of the character card in the life planning book, this spotted cat poet is afraid that there are sixty or seventy levels?

After a month, he was still rated as level 1, and he didn't know the specific standards very well.

During the song and dance, a drunk sailor shouted "what to fight" and stepped forward to find fault, but was beaten unconscious by the opponent's two or three swords, which ushered in the audience's full applause.

In the face of such a situation, the thoughts hidden in the corner of Chen Zhou's heart couldn't help but stir.

When he was a teenager, who didn't have dreams such as fighting the sword world?

It's not that I didn't go later because I was too busy with study and work.

If he doesn't have to take social responsibility anymore when he travels into this world, does it mean that he can return to his original dream?

Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, like a shooting star.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles. Brushing off the clothes and going away, hiding deep with the name.

“……”

Forget it, let's find a stable job for a few years and get promoted to level forty or fifty, and then talk about it, only level 1 and want to go out and die in a wasteful way.

Having made up his mind to live in peace for the time being, Chen Zhou found the hilly dwarf who was drinking in front of the bar and didn't care about the singing of the spotted cat people in the midst of the applause.

"Prince, do you know which caravan is going south by ship recently?"

As he spoke, he lifted the basket and shook it in front of the dwarf, whom the rest of the sailors jokingly called "Prince."

Every time he was drunk and babbling nonsense, the other party claimed to be the prince of a certain clan, was expelled from the clan due to conspiracy and betrayal, and was exiled to the North with a sea of blood and hatred, and he had such a title for a long time.

However, Chen Zhou later learned from the bard that the dwarven kingdom consisted of the basic unit of clans, each of which had a king, and the king of the most powerful clan was called the High King.

Coupled with the fact that dwarves live a long life, the title of a prince may remain for a hundred or two years......

In other words, maybe the number of dwarven princes is about the same as the number of nobles in a principality?

Not noticing Chen Zhou's smile covered under the fluff, the moment he saw the fish basket in front of him, the dwarf's eyes straightened a little.

"What are you looking for big fish? I mean, a lot of fish have to go south......"

Probably realizing that the forty or fifty pounds of salmon in front of him was a bit of a head, the prince closed his eyes, took a deep breath for two seconds, and then jumped straight out of his chair.

With both feet on the ground, the clever brain takes over the high ground.

"Let's go! Tom, I'll take you to them! ”

The prince who took the fish basket walked like a fly, and he couldn't drink anymore, so he ran directly to the caravan station with the tiger man.

Seeing this, Chen Zhou chuckled unconsciously, and followed the other party away from the hustle and bustle of the port in a leisurely manner, and came to the caravan inn near several rows of warehouses.

"Darla, what's the matter at this late hour?"

The middle-aged caravan leader dressed in silk and satin and brocade hat and ermine fur had an unexpectedly good attitude towards the dwarves, even if the drunken face of the other party visited in the middle of the night.

This made Chen Zhou wonder about the true identity of this "prince", it is true that there are thousands of princes in the dwarf kingdom, but the gold content of each prince is also different......

"I don't know." Dwarf Darla said nonchalantly, "It's Tom looking for you." ”

After saying these two words, he stumbled out of the hotel with the fish basket in his arms and disappeared in front of Chen Zhou and the leader of the caravan.

The two people left stared at each other, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

In the end, the leader of the caravan took the initiative to speak: "I am Todak, the adopted son of the dwarves of the Fire Forge Clan of the Eight Kings Mountain Range, what is the matter with you Todrak?" ”

Chen Zhou went straight to the point: "I am an ice warlock, looking for a caravan that will go south recently, and a job with food and shelter and salary. ”

"Our caravan welcomes every new friend." Todak readily agreed, "Ice spells tend to keep goods fresh after leaving the Northlands, and there are not too many people who are so sought-after." ”