Chapter 224 Sympathy for You

Harold raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't be so appetizing."

I spread my hands and said, "You really don't understand humor at all."

Then, I said: "Actually, the reason why I said that is to arouse your interest. If I asked you at that time if you had any enemies in Zefeng Continent, you would probably say yes, and then this topic would not be discussed. No more nagging.”

"But!" I smiled slyly again: "If I ask you if you have any enemies in Airui City, you will not answer so easily, and you will even doubt my purpose. The reason is simple, because you are from Airui City Captain guarding the city, if someone makes enemies with you, it will be difficult for you to continue your work."

"So you asked me if I have any enemies in this city?" Harold said with a smile, "This is really a good idea."

"Thank you for the compliment." I grinned, shook the glass bottle, and asked, "Can I have another bottle of grape juice?"

Harold sighed, shook his head, stood up, opened the storage cabinet again, and took out another bottle of intact grape juice.

At the same time, I felt the cool breath again.

Opening the lid, I drank it all in one gulp, wiped my mouth, stared at the glass bottle and asked, "Where did you buy this?"

Harold said: "This thing is shipped from Moonlight City, and you can't buy it in Airei City."

"Ha, it's still imported, so the price must not be cheap, right?" I asked casually.

"It's okay," Harold said calmly, "One gold coin per bottle."

Phew!

I almost choked on my own saliva, my eyes widened in shock, and I asked again, "How much did you say?"

"I said it's one gold coin a bottle." Harold shook the cup, looked at the dark purple liquid swaying in the cup, and said lightly: "And this is only the original price."

"Holy shit!"

It felt like an egg was stuck in my throat, and it took me a while before these two words came out.

"Is this grape juice? Are you being fooled?" I asked in disbelief: "Why is it so expensive? Can you live forever if you drink it?"

"It's impossible to live forever," Harold said, "but it's possible to relieve fatigue and so on."

"Then it's not so expensive!" I joked with the idea of ​​'you are a fat sheep': "It's not because you revealed your identity as a rich man in front of them, and then you were maliciously listed as being slaughtered. Let’s make the list.”

"How could it be!" Harold said with a funny expression: "Elves are not the kind of people you think."

"Tsk" I showed a low expression and said, "Are you familiar with elves?"

"It's not that we're familiar with each other, but we've interacted with him a few times."

"Then you are so sure."

"I'm not the only one who is so sure," Harold said: "Everyone in the Zephyr Continent knows their personality. They are old-fashioned, serious, meticulous, and absolutely fair. You only need to be absolutely assured when doing transactions with them."

"There's another way to say it," I muttered.

"You don't know?" Harold raised his eyebrows and looked at me with a serious expression: "Are you just pretending to be stupid?"

I spread my hands and said, "Do you think I'm pretending to be stupid? I really don't know."

"Didn't your parents tell you stories about elves when you were young?" Harold said: "Those are things that are listed as textbooks and circulated, and are even praised as good reputation in some places."

"I'm sorry, I haven't heard of it." I spread my hands again: "Besides, I think you praise the words and deeds of elves a bit too highly. Aren't they also ordinary people like us?"

Harold stared at me, and the brilliance in his eyes changed from complicated to single, full of sympathy: "He didn't even have a childhood. He is such a pathetic child."

My eyes twitched, and I really wanted to blow a bottle of breath onto Harold’s face, which was full of mocking expressions, and slap him with nosebleeds all over his face.

However, considering the thickness of his skin and the strength of his nose bones, this small glass bottle is probably not suitable for a big task.

I gave up the idea of ​​yelling at him, put down the bottle, leaned back, stretched my waist, looked at the magic light on the ceiling, suddenly remembered something, and said, "I said, Harold."

"Um?"

"When you fought today, was the white light that came out of your body your combat skill?"

Harold shook his head and said, "No."

"Oh? What is this?" I became interested again.

"Well, how should I put it?" He organized his words and said, "It should be regarded as a kind of degeneration."

"Fading?" I became more interested: "What is that? Tell me."

Harold looked a bit embarrassed: "I can't tell you exactly. When you reach level ten, you will naturally understand."

"Oh, why don't you just say it if you don't want to say it? Why are you trying to deal with me with a level 10 argument?"

I had a look of disdain and disdain on my face.

Harold was helpless and a little aggrieved: "I really didn't lie to you. After you reach level ten, at the adventurer base, there will be someone who will take you to pray in front of the largest statue of the God of Creation in the base. After that, you will get After completing a task, you will be able to get something similar to a talent. After this thing is turned on, it will greatly enhance your strength. That's all I know."

Looking at Harold's innocent and helpless expression, I said: "Okay, I believe you, but I see that it seems very difficult for you to turn on that white light, and it doesn't last long, and that Xu Tengbo It seems much more relaxed than you, does this fading also have advantages and disadvantages?"

"There is no distinction between advantages and disadvantages as you said," Harold explained: "Xutengbo started more smoothly than me because he completed more tasks than me."

"Quantity? Does it mean there is not only one mission?"

"When did I say there is only one mission?" Harold said: "The missions are a series. Each time you complete one, your strength will become stronger."

"Oh? That's great. Since there is such a good thing, why don't you finish it as soon as possible?"

"To put it simply," Harold said, "You know some tasks are so difficult that even my life will be in danger."

"Then you can level up and continue doing missions," I said casually.

"That's the problem." Harold said with a bitter look on his face: "Once you reach the eleventh level, all your tasks will be over. No matter how strong you have become before, you can only continue to upgrade based on this."

"Then all the tasks that have not been done before will be cancelled? The strength that has not been improved can no longer be improved?"

Harold nodded: "That's right."

"Then you are really miserable." I said with a gloating look on my face, "I feel a little sympathy for you now."