Chapter 305: Buying Horse Bones with a Thousand Gold

Pushing the door and walking into the Bar of the Afterlife, Udyr was teased by his former poker friends and adventurers who were drinking as soon as he showed up.

"Hey! Isn't this Udyr? I haven't seen you for a few days. Why are you so lame? Who broke your arm? Do you need us to help you get revenge?"

Udyr mercilessly sprayed back at these guys with bad mouths.

"Go to hell! I was injured in a big fight with foreign spies. Wait and see. I will buy a cool and awesome prosthesis from the boss lady later. You stupid dogs can envy it!"

As he was talking, a poker player came over.

"Hey! Look! This is the certificate that I got a direct promotion in the first group. Oh, actually my cards are not that strong, but I am smart!"

The man showed off the promotion certificate in front of Udyr, who was burping and looked like he deserved a beating.

Indistinctly, the guy was still shaking the certificate, as if tempting Udyr to tear it up.

But he miscalculated this time.

Before Udyr could make a move, a player in the second group grabbed the certificate and tore it to pieces with his hands.

The player's companion was about to hold him back, but saw the drunk guy take out another stack of certificates from his arms.

Everyone:...

"Hey! Hey! I knew you guys were jealous of me, so I made a special copy! In fact, it doesn't matter if you tear them all up, the official competition has my identity registration! As long as it's not...

Ouch! Beat someone up!"

Before the guy who deserved a beating could finish, the surrounding players and adventurers swarmed up, surrounded him and kicked him hard.

Udyr looked at this group of unruly guys and felt that he finally "got it right".

Crossing the crowd, he quickly found the proprietress on the second floor.

Unlike before, Mitris, who had a half-elf look, did not wear the evening dress she wore in the past tonight, but changed into a set of canvas trousers and a white shirt similar to an explorer's suit.

She also wore a short black vest over the white shirt, which supported her outstanding figure and made it look even more curvy.

However, Udyr's hunter instinct gave him an alarm at this moment.

Some intuition made him realize that the half-elf in front of him was quite dangerous.

Out of prudence, he did not go forward directly, but ran to the bar to ask for a drink.

"Hey! Why is your boss lady in a bad mood today?"

Udyr asked in a low voice after giving the other party a silver coin tip.

The bartender quickly collected the silver coin, and then whispered:

"The boss did not qualify for direct promotion in the first group, and was eliminated to the resurrection group."

Hearing this news, Udyr's expression was a little distressed.

Although he was not a master of all flowers, he still had some research on female psychology.

The other party was obviously angry. If he went over to her at this time, he might not be greeted with a good face.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a waitress suddenly ran up from the first floor and whispered something to Mitress.

Immediately afterwards, Mitress and the waitress looked over at the same time.

Udyr was stunned by this change, and immediately planned to go back to the hotel to rest and wait for the boss lady to calm down.

But before he left, he saw Mitress waving at him.

The remaining arm stretched out an index finger hesitantly and pointed at himself. Udyr tried to confirm whether he had misunderstood.

Then, the boss lady in the distance nodded.

He walked over with his head held high. Before Udyr could say anything, Mitress had already taken out a prosthetic arm from her dimensional bag.

The prosthetic was all black, and there seemed to be some golden fragments mixed in it.

Udyr, who knew the goods, could tell the material of the arm at once.

‘Arenaline mixed with ben-iron? There seem to be other materials? Sure enough, the mechanic is as rich as the rumors say! ’

“For me?”

While confirming, Udyr had already quickly taken the prosthesis and placed it on the wound of his broken arm.

An inexplicable induction appeared between the two as one of the synchronization quotas was occupied.

The originally black prosthesis quickly changed color, and flesh-colored soft material appeared on it, and quickly assimilated with Udyr's own skin.

Its size and length also changed rapidly in the process, and soon it was adapted to Udyr's bones.

Clenching his fist in disbelief, Udyr could now not only feel the touch of the prosthesis, but also feel the exaggerated power of this arm now.

Just as he was about to express his gratitude, Mitris spoke first:

"If you don't want one of your sync quotas to be taken up, you can go to the official prosthetic store and find a prosthetic doctor to transplant this thing. It has two modes."

After saying that, Mitris didn't have a chance to talk to Udyr. She pointed in the direction where Udyr came from, indicating that he could leave.

Nodding his head in agreement, Udyr left with a feeling of unreality.

Only one night later, Udyr's story quickly spread in Storm Bay.

Many adventurers were eager to find out the fallen drow and Ruiyi drow.

There was no way, Carl gave too much.

It's a pity that if the Spirit King Competition was not still being held, there might be a large number of adventurers who would once again throw themselves into the wilderness.

However, given the size of Xen'drik, they might not gain much for a while.

...

At noon the next day, Carl finished his psychic training today and took Elise and Ashe to the prison to visit Lauren.

Hope and the others followed Lisanna to watch the game.

It was called: scouting the enemy.

Having the opportunity to be alone with Carl again, Mitris couldn't hold back her curiosity about Carl.

She suspected that Carl was opening up a new sub-profession for the artificer that used psychic energy, but she had no evidence yet.

"Squeak~"

After leaving the bastion, the three of them arrived at the Sheriff's Office not far away.

The drow who had completed the initial training handled various matters in an orderly manner.

"Which cell is the prisoner Lauren in? Take me to see it."

After finding the drow sheriff in charge of the cell, the three of them quickly came to the prison where Lauren was under the leadership of the other party.

The current chief criminal in Storm Bay was treated well.

Lunch included one meat dish and one vegetable dish, and a piece of pudding.

Of course, Carl didn't know if anyone had secretly added ingredients to it.

But according to his previous impression, it was a routine operation for the chef to secretly spit into the prisoners' food.

"Did she tell him anything?"

Looking at Lauren in the iron gate, Carl asked the person in charge of the prison.

The other party was also a drow, and a level 6 cluster herder.

She controlled those little gadgets like fireflies to monitor the movements of the prisoners and make sure they didn't do anything tricky.