George felt a sense of despair. He remembered the 'follower' that the tavern prompted, and the second task seemed to be about that. So he couldn't help but read it carefully.
[Side quest one: recruiting followers]
[Description: There are 3 travelers who are lost in the fog and are coming towards the shelter under the guidance of God].
[Content: This is a small test from God to you - you and these three are bound to meet in destiny. But one of them will kill you - choose the right one and convince him so that he can stay.
[As a lord, the ability to choose and recruit partners is the most essential quality. And in the midst of this impenetrable fog, the asylum needs one more such person - you only have one chance, I hope you don't make the wrong decision!
Of course, you also have the right to choose not to leave anyone to come if you can't choose.]
[Reward: According to your words, you are about to take over the branch of the 'God of Asylum'. So if you want to get His first investment, naturally you should also pull up a group of backbone first.]
[God is watching you, but He is still a bit skeptical about whether you, a faithless person, can keep the shelter...]
''I also doubt that you have the wrong person...'' Seeing these two missions, George had mixed feelings in his heart.
Those red dots were moving, although they didn't have any markings. And some of the red dots that were clustered in piles were moving fast, which meant that they were probably wolves.
Maybe he could deal with those brainless zombies if he thought of some ways, but those cunning wolves could kill him with just one or two, I'm afraid.
"Although this recruitment mission seems a bit dodgy, I'm at the end of my rope, there's nothing to hesitate about. I have to leave someone behind." George shook his head and thought, "This first bucket of gold itself is bad to earn, this opportunity sent over for nothing, even if there is danger, I have no reason to give up!'
No matter how strong those people are, at least one more person will be one more hope. And George felt that from the bodies of these travelers, he should still be able to find some traces to make the right decision.
At this time, George suddenly found that the time above the tavern suddenly turned out to be a '? , immediately after, the tavern door was gently pushed open.
The wind and rain blew, in that campfire swaying, a tall figure walked in.
From that exquisite curve, it could be seen that this one with a hood was a woman. After she lifted the hood, revealing a purple-black slightly curly long hair, with a pair of deep blue eyes like the sea.
She came in, first with the corner of the eye coldly glanced at George the same, and then without saying a word extended a hand. Then the fire in the fire pit suddenly flourished.
Immediately after, the woman went to the window, looking at the rain outside and did not move. As if waiting for the rain to become smaller, and then immediately on the road look.
George fixed his eyes, in her body there are several lines of remarks: [cold and proud mysterious woman].
The mysterious witch who is cold and proud
The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you're doing.
[Monologue: 'How did I get here?']
[Other unknown: (With Asylum's current capabilities, you can't read much more from her)], [
Ignoring the speciality that made him want to spit out, George thought about it.
'Witches... Many people think they are evil, even in relation to the Mists... I don't know enough about the world to really know if she's evil. But she obviously doesn't seem to communicate very well.' George kept silent, intending to sneak a peek at the person. But just at that moment, the door was pushed open again.
This time, the person who walked in was an old man dressed in a white clerical robe, and George recognized him at once by the kind of style of his robe - the Grand Magus!
"Don't be nervous, I'm just a wandering traveler who, like you, lost his way in the mists and took shelter here for a while." The magistrate gave George a slight glance, he appeared to be more polite than the witch, his gaze was also soft and warm, it seems that a glance can make people's hearts rise to strength.
The magistrate looked at the witch twice, then withdrew his gaze, a thoughtful face came to a corner to rest up.
The name on the old man's head was the same as George had guessed.
[Steadfast and Pious Grand Magus]
[Speciality: smashing durian with empty hands;]
[Monologue: 'Why hasn't the mist swept through here?']
[Other Unknown: (With the Asylum's current abilities, you can't read much more from him)]
After seeing that specialty of his, George thought that the strength of the Order might really be divided according to this...
Shaking his head and shaking off those useless things, George thought in his mind: 'But this guy's attitude is obviously much better than the witch, and I can find the entry point to talk to him.'
The appearance of these two powerful travelers gave rise to great hope in George's heart.
Moreover, it looked as if this magus was guided by God to come and help himself. It seemed that if he could find a way to convince him that the God of Asylum was watching over this place, he could be convinced to stay.
But that soliloquy was a strange feeling of uncertainty in George's heart. He did not know why such a feeling had risen, and did not have time to think about it. Because this time, the door was ruthlessly pushed open.
Immediately after, an extremely tall and vicious figure bent into the house.
This big bald head looks like it gives a sense of dangerous aggression, and there is a hideous scar on his face. He came in and sat on top of a seat, slapping the table hard while yelling at George: "Get me something to eat, bartender!"
His voice was so rude and frightening that even the ash on the beams of the room was shaken off.
A few rubs of ash fell on top of Miss Witch's hair... She shuddered slightly and did not use her white hands to get it, as if nothing had just happened, trying hard to maintain her mysterious demeanor...
George turned those potatoes inside the fire pit with a wooden stick and didn't bother with the big bald guy. He now hopes instead that he can make a move, using this to break the deadlock. And if it can trigger a new 'plot', then after observing the three in the next move, he will learn more information.
As he thought, he swept a glance at the grumpy big bald man with his afterimage:.
[Hungry and desperate wandering mercenary]
[Specialty: Extraordinary ability to eat.]
Monologue: "Don't touch me or I'll lie down for you!"]
Other unknown.
After the notes were read, a line suddenly appeared in the fire pit.
[You only have one chance to speak, after you choose to communicate to one person, the others will leave.]
���And at that moment, the grumpy big bald guy didn't make an overly aggressive move. Instead, after noticing that the 'bartender' did not take care of him, he instead looked at his potatoes that were deliberately rattling and drooling. This made George a moment of speechlessness and some disappointment.
The tavern once again quiet, three people are not moving, are doing their own thing, only that outside the rain still crackling thought, so that the tavern is not so quiet.
George stuck up a potato with a wooden stick and ate it slowly and methodically. Only one of the three people reacted - the big man quietly turned over his empty pockets...
'Hey... Normal people are crazy hungry, that will still be in the face of the temptation of food, to consider the money or not?! George felt a little speechless, to the big bald head that strange brain circuit to give an evaluation: 'this guy's brain seems to lack a string inside!
Shaking his head, George thought about it.
The contrast seemed extremely stark, because how that cleric did not look like a wolf talent. On the contrary, it was that fool who could possibly get him killed because of the food.
As for the witch... It seemed like it was hard to convince.
But his eyes couldn't help but glance at the witch - her hair was still hanging with cobwebs and dust...
George's heart to this inside and outside the contrast of the witch secretly some speechless, think she and the fool are very special. Then he ignored her completely - she had no reason to hang out with a fallen lord like himself!
''First, regardless of other issues, of these three, the witch I am not sure to convince, so throw out one, now it is 2 choose 1 - the pious cleric and the big bald head. The answer is obvious.'
He finally dropped his gaze on the body of the magus, wanting to open his mouth, but how can not suppress that strange feeling in his heart.
Probably a little hungry, the magistrate picked up the bag of dried food, slowly and methodically eat up. It seems that because of a full heart, even the prayer before the meal was not done.
'Not to mention not thanking the gods for giving him this peaceful place in the middle of a rainstorm...'
George's eyes suddenly widened!
He finally remembered why that cleric's monologue had given him a strange feeling.
Believers and devotees, all the kind of people with strong self-hypnotic minds, could associate anything with miracles. And he was in the middle of a lost journey, the ghost came here - is a person without faith, will also begin to wonder if God took care of himself a little!
Unless he is a staunchly faithless person - or believes in something other than the God of refuge.
'Then who does he believe in?!'
George looked at the somewhat old, but very clean, divine robe he was wearing and was certain that it was a believer in the God of Asylum. And he knew he shouldn't make this judgment that the cleric was a false believer based on just one opinion, but the kind of thoughts in his heart could no longer be collected.
He suddenly looked up and felt a sense of panic. The entire tavern in front of him seemed to be suddenly covered with fog, making his eyes confused! He desperately tried to look out at the three people in the fog. But what he saw was different every time, and he couldn't see through them completely!
He couldn't help but grab his hair, feeling like he was going crazy.
At this time, another line appeared above the fire pit: [The rain is almost gone, you don't have much time.
George no longer hesitated, directly threw the potatoes in the fire pit to the mercenary (some reluctant look): 'This guy is two heads taller than Yao Ming, in the future to really grab food with me, a punch can give me to beat me to death! But I do not believe that I can not fool a fool!
''Well... Who is Yao Ming from?''
He still didn't end up guessing who exactly was the one that God said would kill him, but he was the one who decided, in the end, to take things into his own hands.
He believed that even if that God saw something in the future, he would be able to change it!
And assuming these two guys are both bad, how is it easier to change a bandit than a cultist!
After picking it up from the ground, the big bald guy didn't care if it was hot or not, he just threw it into his mouth and swallowed it. The next thing he did was to stare at George with wide eyes.
That look looks surprisingly some pity.
George's eyebrows trembled slightly, looking at the potatoes inside the fire pit, feeling the heart dripping blood. But his heart is a lot of stability - this fool is never pretend.
Another five or six were thrown over, one after another by the big bald man ate. And that 'about to die of hunger', also became 'three minutes full'.
Spin he simply threw all the potatoes to him one by one. After the big bald man ate them all, it was only then that he slightly burped a little. And that little word also became [not much full of down and out wandering mercenary].
The corners of George's mouth twitched. He was beginning to feel some regret about his choice to recruit this follower, but he convinced up.
"Friend, this world sucks, we need to rely on each other to stay warm together to survive. I don't have much to eat here, but there's enough to last for a while. And in the good fields outside my territory, there is still a lot of food waiting for people to harvest. You wander around just for a bite of food, why not stay here and share the roof with me?"
George speaks as if there are many people in the territory, and the words in his mouth are completely painting a big picture. As for such things as lords and nobles, at this time, I'm afraid only to those illiterate feudal fools have some effect.
In fact, now even he himself, is not sure how much food is actually planted outside, after all, this 'Johannesburg', the previous land, planted with grapes...
"Are you really a nobleman? The lord of this place?" Looking at the man in front of him, the mercenary was a little less convinced. But the words noble, lord, seemed to have some effect on him...
George jumped slightly in his heart and said, "Of course, impersonating a nobleman is a capital offense. My name is George. William. Austin, and all the other lords around here know me and my father by name."
"But you look even poorer than I do. I feel like I'll starve to death if I follow you." The mercenary had a disgusted look on his face.
'Damn, you're the one who's good at sticking knives in, right? And this doesn't look like a bad head!' George secretly cursed, while his heart was also a bit depressed.
It seems that even the fools are not willing to follow themselves ah!