Chapter 478: A New Beginning

|->Chapter 478 A new start? "This year, one day is changing, I really don't understand it. "『, I heard yesterday that the Principality of Sarah is at war again, and the price of food is going to skyrocket. Listen to it today. It is said that the druids invented a new crop, and the price plummeted, which caused me to send Carlo to Linzhen to pull a cart of grain, and sold it before it could be put into storage."

Behind the bar, Papa Barton was wiping the dishes while complaining that the world was changing so fast that a retired veteran like himself could no longer understand it.

It was already night, and it was raining heavily outside, and the raindrops hit the wooden windows and the roof with crackling noises. The heavy rain hit the bar’s barrel sign and kept shaking. The dim oil lamp in the room slightly illuminated the lobby of the Rhinoceros Tavern. Bards are whispering new war epics in remote areas, and adventurers are listening quietly.

Not only did the bad weather prevent them from going out, but they also didn't have the same interest in making loud noises. Heating by the fire, playing khunt while listening to music, was already the most extravagant enjoyment.

"Ha, old Patton, I'm not talking about you. You can afford the machine that makes sound when you shake it. You can't afford it. Now magic lamps are sold everywhere. Even if you only need two energy coins a month, why use it?" A kerosene lamp that consumes fuel and doesn’t light up. Could it be that your coffin is short of these? Or, are you planning to take advantage of Katerina’s future husband?”

Katerina, even the barmaid of this bar, is also the adoptive daughter of the boss who treats her as a treasure, and she is the fuse that catches it all at once.

If other people had spoken like that in front of Old Button, he would have taught him that the old dog still had two teeth with practical actions.

At this time, he was joking carelessly. It was an old mercenary with gray eyebrows. The silver emblem is engraved with flying wings. This is the emblem of the silver emblem mercenary, only the warriors who have made great contributions to the principality have the opportunity to obtain it, and it is also the proof of the ace mercenary. It is obviously a bit inferior in such a small town.

The expensive magic spear is leaning on the bar counter casually, but the latest "Explorer x4" brave wristband is on the arm of the toasting drink, and several latest miniature energy barrels are pinned to the waist. This is Anton. The standard configuration of Winston, the strongest mercenary in the town, and the reason why he was able to joke with old Barton so much without being thrown out by the grumpy old soldier. But the two were once partners of a mercenary group.

"Hmph, I just see that some engineers and mages are not reliable, can their things be trusted? Especially goblins!"

"Hey, hey, you don't know. Do you still remember the time when you were tricked by the goblin engineer? The other party sold you, that, that..."

"Mechanical alarm clock!"

"That's right! That's right, it's the mechanical clock. Well, I still remember that name is very auspicious.

Call, what is it called? "

"Safety... Bea Brothers Safety brand alarm clock."

Old Barton said these names word by word. Still remember the name of that producer, obviously resentful... the memory is exceptionally deep.

"Pfft. I remembered again, the alarm clock rang for almost half an hour that day, we were all woken up, you were still hugging the pillow and drooling, saying 'let me sleep for another five minutes', and then...Pfft. "

Looking at Boss Barton's pale face, seeing the red-haired waitress eavesdropping by wiping the table, and considering that this bar is the only one in the town that supplies dwarven spirits, old Winston decided to leave it to the old man. Save face.

"Crack."

Well, the bald old man crushed the plate himself, obviously remembering what happened later that morning, he lost control of the strength in his hand, and old Winston laughed and fell straight on the table.

When the alarm clock went off to the back, it gave a warning. It was a hoarse and piercing recording. Old Barton still clearly remembered the sharp voice that belonged to the goblin.

"Well, you don't want to wake up, you actually look down on the safety alarm clock, the goblin product of Bea Brothers, this alarm clock is angry, this alarm clock is about to explode! Fifty, forty-nine..."

The 50-second countdown is enough for the bewildered veterans. Considering the goblin's consistent reputation, it is definitely more than one hole to blow up. It is only possible to blow up a dozen holes or simply a canyon. Legend has it that the veteran got up immediately without hesitation, then pressed the stop button of the alarm clock, and then...

"...four two, four one..."

Obviously, this is not the stop button of the alarm clock bomb, and after the old Barton searched the alarm clock thoroughly, he still couldn't find a second button that could be pressed.

"……three two……"

Then, in desperation, Button had no choice but to throw out the "broken thing bought with one month's salary" that was about to turn into a bomb. As a result, the countdown ended, but instead of an explosion, it was another music recording.

"Ha, have you been fooled? You finally woke up. Don't listen to those rumors. Our safety cards are strong and reliable, and we have long since stopped making bombs."

Well, if this is the end of the matter, I don't need to sleep after such a fuss, maybe the old Barton will appreciate the other party's sense of humor, the alarm clock did play a role.

When he just took back the alarm clock, he found that the alarm clock had been dropped with a small hole, and the hidden mechanism had been activated again.

"Ha, dare to spy on the business secrets of Brother Bea, taste the wrath of the goblins!"

Barton still remembered that the high-pitched scream was full of naked malice, and the wings of doom had already covered his head.

"Boom!"

Well, there is no need to describe this familiar plot. The explosion was not very powerful, and the old Patton was not that fragile, but because the source of the explosion was close in front of his eyes, the last few hairs and eyebrows of the poor old Patton dissipated in the explosion.

Angrily, he ran to question those "green misers with no professional ethics", but the goblin's contract experts received him politely, and then "talked to them kindly and friendly".

Therefore, he was first stunned by a large number of hidden liability exemption contracts in the sales contract, and inexplicably compensated some "liquidated damages" and "fines for spying on commercial secrets". I was inexplicably fooled and bought a lot of hair growth products.

"Pfft, don't tell me, those hair growth products of yours are really effective."

"Crack."

This is the second time that Papa Button has crushed the plate. He was already considering whether to settle accounts with his old buddy. At least that time up the next day. When he turned into a long-haired ball and got up, the old bastard was also smiling happily, and he even took his companion to see the long-haired orangutan.

Well, it's no wonder that Barton hates goblin products so deeply. Back then, he bought a new gadget as a new idea, but he didn't lose any money. He was tortured enough, and his hair did grow back. But it was too scary, and in the end, he spent money to buy the goblin's permanent hair loss agent... It was like being stepped into a pit continuously.

He "Stone Heavy Hammer" finally retired early. I don't know if it is true that he is old and frail as he said, or he can't stand the ridicule of his brothers and the strange eyes of others. After all, not everyone can be as clean as an egg. He remained calm on his face, and every time the person in front of him burst out laughing inexplicably, his old face couldn't stand it any longer.

"By the way, did the permanent hair remover fail? How did your eyebrows grow? Pfft. No way, fake eyebrows. Isn't that another goblin product? Old man, don't you hate goblin products?"

"Boom!"

All right. This time, the old man directly took out the war hammer that was placed under the bar, brandished the gleaming silver weapon, and chased the silver badge mercenaries all over the bar.

And the old customers of the bar, who are used to this noisy daily life, cheered for the boss while asking the bard to change to a fast-paced tune.

Those who stayed in taverns instead of warm homes in this damn weather were either adventurers and mercenaries who lived in nowhere, or old alcoholics who had become hopelessly alcoholic.

But it's a pity, unlike the previous boss who won a big victory, this time, the old Barton chased for more than a dozen laps panting, and suddenly he stopped, looking thoughtfully at Winston who was completely fine,

"You old guy? Have you touched the legendary threshold?"

"Well, I almost just touched it two days ago, and I made a special trip to show you off."

Hearing this, Barton was taken aback for a moment, but his clenched fists relaxed again. We have been friends for so many years, so you don't need to take it seriously, it can't be a provocative method of old age.

And even though the old buddy took the opportunity to invite him to come out again, he still had the same answer.

"...Hmph, even this guy can become a quasi-legend. The old guy can't understand this ghost world anymore. It's easier to stay here and open a bar."

It seems that Winston's persuasion work failed again this time, and the old mercenary shrugged his shoulders, which was also expected. Doesn't the title of Stubborn Button mean that he is as stubborn as a rock.

"You guy, you are only forty-five years old, don't be an old guy. Have you heard that the wood spirit clan has started selling their youth holy water, as long as 100 justice points, it is two years of youth! Can enter the legend."

"Hmph, I'm not interested. If you talk about such nonsense again, next time your dwarf thunder spirit will only have water but no alcohol."

This was obviously not empty talk, but a real threat. Sensing that the old man was really angry, he shook his head, and Winston lowered his head and concentrated on drinking.

It's no wonder old Patton is so resistant to new magical products. The world is changing too fast, and there are not a few people like him who can't adapt. In fact, if it is not for some reasons, according to the past practice, Winston has already arrived. retirement age.

Old Winston has already passed forty-eight. Under normal circumstances, human warriors are at their peak at around thirty-five years old. After around forty, all aspects of their bodies will rapidly decline. With the advent of the Great Era, with the help of the crazily rising tide of elements and various precious materials exchanged for the contracted hero system, not only did he enter the golden rank in just two years, he even touched the legendary rank now in the seventh year. the hurdle.

So, while being pleasantly surprised, the old guy was also moved, and ambitiously expected to pull the old guy out of the mountain again, but unfortunately, some people are happy because of the arrival of the great era, while some people are always facing changes in their three views. I can't get used to it.

Yes, the Great Era, the new dawn era (ft), although most people still use the old calendar ad 1905, but with the increasing expansion of the law and the Church of Hades, the dawn era they advocate is becoming more and more popular Many people accept.

But now, it is the seventh year of the new era, ft7 years, and the people of Aishi have become more and more accustomed to this new world of constantly refreshing the Three Views. By the way, even the term Three Views was spread by the Church of the Law Yes, these years. Such new concepts, new vocabulary. It's already too much.

these years. With the rise of the tide of elements, the talent of spellcasters, which was rare in the past, spewed out ten times as much. Even a pure warrior like Winston somehow learned two magic sword skills, and even considered selling the old antiques at home and replacing them. A real magic spear.

Over the years, the silver-rank limit of ordinary people in the past has been broken, and the masters of the gold rank have suddenly become worthless. Even legendary powerhouses are flooding the world to reconsider what they call them. Of course, these new powerhouses who don’t even have a clear path and no soul emblem are far less powerful than the old powerhouses, but they are enough. The amount can make up for everything.

Over the years, the map can be rewritten three times a week. Intruders from different dimensions and cracks in the plane are as common as cockroaches, making people sick. It can be said that the entire plane is in chaos. If it weren't for the fact that the residents of the main plane had also risen dramatically, the world would have been hopelessly hopeless.

these years. The technological revolution that started in the North has intensified. Magic technology has changed the lives of the world and the normal state of war. Ordinary families also have magic lamps. The transportation of equipment has made commodity trade easier and quicker. The legion and the army have even started the magic mechanization revolution. Winston, who adapts to the changes of the times, has gone further and further. If he still sticks to the old way of life like Barton, I am afraid that Destined to be eliminated.

Over the years, there have been countless changes, and no one can be sure whether this is a good thing or a bad thing, but no matter how it changes, life must go on, gold coins must be earned, land must be cultivated, wine must still be drunk, and some things are gone. Returning, some things are still the same as before...

"Ding."

"Crack!"

The sudden ringing of the doorbell interrupted old Barton's memories, and the three cloaked men who entered attracted his attention. The wet cloaks let the rain drip on the floor, and the heavy non-slip rain boots clicked on the floor. Traveling in bad weather is not something most people are willing to do.

The boss glanced at it, but lowered his head and concentrated on his work. Anyway, this is just a new customer. As long as he doesn't make trouble, he welcomes it.

"Hey, hey, look, the black skin and the upside-down cross emblem are anti-palaval!"

"The silver scales and the holy emblem of the black skull? And the big shots from the Church of the Law? What are you doing in our country side?"

"Wow, the silver cross sword? Three magic box holes! That should be the latest type of magic sword, right? Isn't it said to be a military item not for sale of the Northern Warband? Could it be those guys in the north?"

But when they took off their waterproof cloaks, they attracted the attention of all the drinkers.

The combination of a dark elf, a human, and a goblin is not common, but the moment he saw the goblin, the boss decided to add 50% of the water to the drink and double the price of the food and drink, and then arranged for the goblin to drink for the first two days The empty room of the dead may be able to exorcise evil spirits.

But the three new customers had no intention of ordering food, and walked directly to the bulletin board in the middle of the bar, where the mercenary missions were announced in the town.

The goblins of the Law Church stood on tiptoe, tearing off one wanted man and sticking another.

The others were watching with interest, looking forward to the mission of these "big shots", but when they saw the new wanted list, they all shook their heads and went back to what they should do.

After all, no matter how attractive the wanted bonus is, a task that is impossible to complete is also meaningless. This task has been wanted from ft5 to ft7, and there is no news at all. If you find him with Qing Qing's information, I'm afraid he has already become the number one detective in the world.

"Wanted: Roland"

"Gender male, age is 5 to 60 years old, hair color is probably blond (maybe dyed hair), height is uncertain, no obvious features on body, appearance is unknown (normal face is weak, but it may be disguised), immune to all detection spells , I may be carrying a black cat or other ghost things with me, I may be a warrior, or a paladin, or a legal profession, a necromancer, an ice mage... Of course, it is also possible to pretend to be someone else Occupation, that guy can do it. The evaluation of strength is unknown, but please form a group with occupations below legend. As long as he is alive, we will be very troubled if he dies. By the way, I have no sense of humor and can only tell bad jokes."

Well, it turns out that people can die again after they die. It would be hell if they could be found for this arrest warrant that arouses people's desire to vomit, but there are still many people who are moved by it and act. After all, the rewards afterwards are too much. attractive.

"Bonuses: 2 million gold coins, 50,000 justice points, the friendship of various forces such as the Lan League, the Law and Hades Church, the Absolute Gentleman Mercenary Group, and a requirement that does not violate the basic moral principles."

If gold coins and justice points can only impress a lone strongman, the Lanmeng has grown from a small border country to a superpower. Law and the Church of Hades are both its state religion and one of the most powerful churches in this world. The Absolute Gentleman Mercenary Group has become the undisputed No. 1 Mercenary Group after a group of backbones returned suddenly two years ago. Their friendship and a request are enough to impress a country!

Obviously, the three "guests" did not come here to find someone. After all, "Looking for Roland" was inexplicably rated by the goblins as one of the ten most difficult epic tasks in this world. wanted arrest warrants all over the world.

As for the content of this update, in addition to increasing the bonus from 2 million to 3 million, and increasing the justice points from 50,000 to 80,000, there is also an extra sentence at the end of the arrest warrant.

"Roland, if you don't voluntarily surrender within a year, we will disclose all the treasures in the a17 bookshelf in your underground library, and the goblins will prepare a special issue for you!"

The others looked at the wanted list and left immediately. However, one of the resident drunks in the bar named Carlo was suddenly awakened by fright. He was so frightened that his iconic beard almost fell off the ground.

"a17? Isn't that the pornography I wrote with real people as templates? There is also my own special dew point color painting! Margaret, Eliza, Heloise, they...they will kill me of!"

"Bastard! There's still my old lady! Back then, you could kill a ghost banshee!"

"Hey, the relationship between humans and ghosts is over, but it's a classic theme, and there are many ways to play it... Let go, don't bite your head."

[Actually, there are almost all the beautiful goddess statues in it. After they are announced, you plan to be hunted down by the goddesses. Huh, I decided not to be offended that there was no Goddess of Order in it. 】

"Hey, hey, playing Tsundere at this time, the style of painting is wrong!"

[Bah, don't talk to me, old virgin! Heloise, let me tell you, the old virgin who has been holding back for a long time is very perverted. Roland, who has been in the past for more than three hundred years, has already had no limit to his coquettishness. His part about you is very classic, and I can’t even understand it. Understand how he came up with it, it combines sadomasochism, heavy taste, and ice love in one furnace, surpassing any works of the same period...]

"Dear Asteria. Are you hungry? I'll feed you next." (To be continued..) u