This time crossing the deep water swamp went exceptionally smoothly without encountering any monsters, LAN showed off his perfect cooking skills to the fullest, and Anita gradually merged into the crowd.
Back in Rosemary, the feather mission, needless to say, and through this mission, everyone made a big deal out of it. There's no need to worry about the adventure team, Emilia is now very enthusiastic about it, and as soon as she gets back to the city, she's busy designing the team logo. Burvigi and Moya handed in the task and disappeared, presumably to train somewhere. Osirena and Spassi were busy shuttling between the nobles' balls.
The Moon Dance mercenaries, of course, went back. There were no new tasks, and they couldn't stay idle either, but politely said that if needed in the future, they could come directly to them.
It should have been a happy ending for all, but Garcia was rather gloomy.
He and LAN belong to the temple, and there are spiritual tasks that must be done. Anita naturally followed LAN, and it was not yet time to return to the temple, and LAN was willing to take her along. As a result, Anita and LAN were inseparable, and Garcia became a superfluous person.
"Where shall we go next?" LAN asked Garcia, though he knew a lot, common sense was often overlooked in books.
"If you like, we can join other adventure teams, or small mercenary groups, and there will always be plenty of adventure missions everywhere." Gasia's inherent notions and his current status prevented him from complaining about LAN, so the only resistance was to vent on the word "you" and "you", which immediately made the whole sentence seem full of irony.
LAN was stunned for a moment, almost looking at Garcia with a hint of sternness. Under his gaze, Garcia became increasingly at a loss and finally turned her head to one side, feeling a bit guilty.
"As you wish!" Suddenly, LAN said, and without hesitation, he added all his anger to these four words.
Anita Talia's all-seeing gaze swept back and forth over Gasiah and LAN, and she suddenly laughed in a good mood. But it was not a wise decision.
Gasiah was fine, a true fourteenth-level warrior who was always in demand, but when others saw him with LAN and Anita, they firmly refused to let them join, because the other two, no matter how you looked at them, were minors.
LAN, though with the normal skeleton of an eighteen-year-old boy, shows no muscle, and is fair-skinned, looking as if she has not suffered much, while Anita, though a pure girl like clear water, is not suitable for adventure trips.
However, opportunities are always there if you care.
Even LAN couldn't remember which tavern it was, nor how many times they had been rejected, and seemed to have become numb to rejection. In fact, both he and Anita were indifferent, and only Gasiah really felt the breath down.
The tavern was called "Night Wanderer" and opened in the evening and closed the next morning. It was not just a tavern, but also offered some adventure tasks. Night Wanderer is a paradise for aliens, where you can see elves, dark elves, dwarves, goblins, orcs, dragons... which are rarely seen in daily life. These aliens, who play human roles during the day, gather with the Night Wanderers at night to pass the time.
The new adventurer did not attract much attention. The Night Traveler's boss was a tall, dark elf who sat in the corner of the bar, as usual, and wiped a simple, ancient dagger. There was little to draw his attention. The bartender was a beautiful vampire who always showed two sharp fangs when smiling. The waiter shuttled back and forth. They are all white elves, and although dark elves and white elves are incompatible, they can get along well with each other in the Night wanderer.
In such a place of mixed good and bad, private fights occur all the time. The cause of the private fight was Anita, a fellow who appeared to be a Wolf orc, who had set her eyes on the human girl and was about to strike up a conversation, but was snatched away by a bear orc on the side. The resentful Wolf orc was naturally not happy, and thus a fight began.
The dark elf in the corner of the bar looked up and then lowered his head to wipe the dagger that wouldn't glow at all. The bartender acted as if he hadn't seen anything, and the waiters who came and went quickly recited strange spells, and at once a completely transparent cubic protective wall appeared before everyone.
The saying "A beauty is a curse" is absolutely true.
The two orcs seemed to have completely forgotten that the girl did not appear alone, which was an insult to the chivalrous Gasiah, though he did not like Anita, that did not mean he could tolerate such neglect.
LAN calmly ordered a glass of juice with a hint of wine for Anita. After all, the girl was not yet physically or mentally mature; she was only old. He didn't care at all about the fact of being ignored, and was even glad to be ignored. In his view, being valued was neither food to eat nor water to drink, and might even be a synonym for trouble. What was the use of coming? !
Anita Talia, too, was just watching the show, though she was the cause of the incident, it didn't mean she had to make her position clear first. Besides, it was easier to settle the remaining one after the two plays.
But Garcia's almost idiotic chivalry did not allow him to take advantage, so the first fight was between him and the Wolf orc.
Alien races generally do not take the exam for any rank, but not taking the exam does not mean their rank or status. On the contrary, orcs are born warriors. Even the weakest orc, the cat orc, as long as they are in the human world, will at least be a warrior of level ten or above. Elves are born mages and archers. So for an unknown elf, He will at least be a level 15 archer or a level 10 mage or above.
Gasiah is a true fourteenth-level warrior, not a bit more, not a bit less. He can barely win against a Wolf orc, but there is no hope at all against a bear orc.
"The disparity in strength is too great. He is a fool who considers honor first and nothing else, but it's a pity that honor doesn't make a living and faith isn't invincible." Anita Talia has learned a lot of strange things with the two girls these days and has become more cheerful.
"It's all your fault." LAN said with a smile. He wasn't very worried. Anyway, even if he lost, he still had time to save the person. Besides, it would be good to let Garcia suffer a little loss. Always being so impulsive won't lead to great things.
With a "bang", the Wolf beast was thrown to the ground, and the crimson sword of Gasiah rested on his chest.
"I'm running out of energy." Anita Talia gave a faint comment.
On the surface, Gasiah won, but he won because he was an orc without even light armor. If he had put on light armor, the feeble sword would likely have failed in the end, and if it failed, he would have lost. Since it was not a death fight, the opponent did not intend to test the swordsman with his chest to see if he was really exhausted. A moment of hesitation gave Gasiah a chance to regain his strength.
All of a sudden, there was silence around.
A rather tall minotaur came in and, without a word, threw an axe weighing more than five hundred pounds in front of Garcia. "I am to you."
The dark elf in the bar finally stood up, separated from the crowd and walked to the middle of the field, "I do not stop private fighting here, but I still hope that everyone will work together and try not to kill. This is our strongest mercenary, a level 21 warrior, known as' Bull Demon King ', a young human, and it's definitely not shameful to admit defeat to him."
At this point, everyone here knows that Gasiah has no chance of winning at all. Fourteen against twenty-two, it's not as simple as an eight-level difference. Before sixteen, it's a normal challenge for the ordinary level, but after sixteen, the system is completely changed. To become a seventeen warrior, you have to defeat two sixteen warriors. To become a level 18 warrior, you have to defeat three level 17 warriors, and so on.
Gasiah did not move, his hand holding the sword, his nails all pale from blood loss, exerted too much force. LAN and Anita's eyes met, and there was no sound.
"I refuse to admit defeat." In the silence where even the heartbeat could be heard, the resolute voice of Gasiah stood out conspicuously. The boss, who had intended to break up the fight, sighed and sat back at the bar to wipe his dagger.
"Kill him." I don't know who started the commotion first, but the echoes grew louder and louder, and eventually turned into a terrifying wave! LAN frowned slightly.
Amid the waves, the pressure on Garcia was immense, and he began to regret why he had not given up just now. Fear of losing face? Or for that damned chivalry? Regretful and even somewhat frustrated, but the situation now leaves no room for him to regret.
The first axe of the tall Minotaur was a headstroke, and Gasia instinctively raised his sword to stop it, but he underestimated the power of the twenty-one level warrior. Without fighting spirit, the weight of the axe alone and the brute force of the Minotaur had already caused him a great loss. Fortunately, his sword was forged for him by LAN, and even such a loss of power would only cause a small gash. And this small opening was repaired in an instant by the transparent energy flowing within the sword.
"If I lose, the sword stays; if I win, I exit." " "The Minotaur said.
Anyone could see that it was definitely a sword with a soul, though it was not known what kind of material it was, just looking at its ability to hold an axe, one knew it was not to be underestimated.
"I refuse." Gasia had exhausted all his strength from that just hit, and he was not so foolish as to insist on the pedantic view of "as long as the sword is there," but the only evidence that could show that he had an extraordinary relationship with LAN was that his relationship with LAN was so weak today.
The fleeting decline on the young face did not escape LAN's eyes, the red-haired boy sighed casually, and a black three-pointed fork without any reflection appeared in his hand, and then he threw it out without hesitation.
"Ding --" The light three-pointed fork collided with the heavy axe, and the Tautaur stared in terror at the axe that had fallen to the ground. With the previous axe, he was definitely confident that he could split the man in front of him in two, but this three-pointed fork flew in, and he felt only a strange force coming from above. This axe, It just went off course uncontrollably.
"You have won. You can leave with your sword." LAN's voice sounded icy cold, like the autumn rain, not uncomfortable but cold.
"Sword and woman." The Minotaur said with a hint of pride.
"She is my companion, not my private possession. You can take her away if she wishes." LAN frowned slightly, then turned his gaze to the bar counter, where the dark elf, who had been wiping the dagger, had stopped at some point. He did not stand up, but watched the movement here quietly.
"Since you have competed against Gasiah, let's have a contest too." Annitalia smiled and suggested, "If I win, you keep the sword; if I lose, you do as you please."
"All right!" The Tautaur agreed without a second thought, and in the end, the four words "Do as you please" were just too much of a charm.
Anita held the dagger on her body, but then let it go, and looked at her hands carefully wrapped in the keel gloves, "That's it, lest you say I'm bullying." It was still a sweet smile, but the arrogance in her tone was self-evident.
The Minotaur's dark face turned even darker, probably blushing from anger. Without saying a greeting, he turned his axe and was about to strike down, but suddenly he froze for a moment because the pretty human girl in front of him was nowhere to be seen. In that moment of stillness, a force came from behind him, forcing him to pounce on the ground as if a dog were gnawing at mud.
"Twenty-one level... It's nothing much!" Anita Talia's smile remained unchanged, but in the eyes of those around her she had transformed from an angel to a witch. She clenched her fair and pretty right hand into a fist again, and the horror of the man around her could be seen, for it had just been this small fist that had caused the very unseemly pose of the Bull Demon King - with man and axe.
The Minotaur groaned for a long time and got up, but the result of his rise was another fall, this time on his back, and Anita's small fist landed on his chin, so hard that it almost broke his bones.
"I admit defeat!" When he saw the beautiful girl approaching again, the Minotaur, who had just gotten up, surrendered at once. Anita's fist stopped less than a centimeter from his nose bridge. The minotaur was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe, rolled his eyes, and fainted under the astonished gazes of countless people...