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More and more adventurers are returning to Rogge Camp. This is an opportunity that can only be obtained every 50 to 100 years. If there is nothing major, these adventurers who like to join in the fun will naturally not be left behind.

In the entire first world, there are tens of thousands of job changers, and more than five times the number of mercenaries. According to Linya's statistics, at least 60% of the adventurers have returned, which means that there are almost as many adventurers from the Light Alliance.

40,000.

Not counting these, there are also many elves, dwarves, foxes and werewolves. Humans have always been interested in these hidden races, and their interest in humans and the Alliance may not be much less.

Among the four races, the elves are the largest, with about 10,000 people, followed by the dwarves, with more than 4,000 people. The fox-men and werewolves combined are almost close to this number.

One can imagine what it would be like when 80,000 adventurers poured into the camp at the same time. Even Akara greatly underestimated the enthusiasm of these adventurers and prepared a place that could accommodate 50,000 people.

It was suddenly crowded and there was not enough space.

Fortunately, every adventurer is an experienced traveler, and there is never a shortage of tents on his body. He can just go to an open place and make do with it.

No, if you can ignore the sound of explosions, even the Mage Guild in the Quiet Land is filled with large and small tents, and even the central square of Adventurer Park is full.

Although Linya and the others had tried their best to mediate, thousands of adventurers poured in from all directions every day, making all the Rogge soldiers like clockwork. They could not rest for a moment, but they were also too busy. The camp was temporarily

It became extremely chaotic, with tents set up randomly, surging adventurers, and all the accompanying quarrels and fights, it was almost like a refugee camp.

Akala immediately made a decisive decision and rushed the arriving high-level adventurers outside the camp and asked them to camp in the Blood Wilderness. Anyway, even if they encountered any fallen demons, tough-skinned rats, etc., these high-level adventurers would not take them seriously.

, the camp finally took a breath of relief.

However, the overcrowding of the Mages Guild still exists. Even near my home, there are many tents set up. The unbridled noise makes us frown, but it is difficult to say anything.

"Do you want to live like this for another half month?"

I opened the tent door, glanced at the noisy adventurers coming and going outside, closed the tent door heavily, and let out a big sigh.

"Yes!"

Willas's expression also looked very gloomy. She was kind-hearted and didn't mind the noise of these adventurers. But yesterday, a group of adventurers had the courage to grab the white sheep in the sheepfold and roast them. Fortunately, at that time

We are at home, giving these adventurers a serious lesson, otherwise those sheep will be doomed.

Because of this, Vilas, who was easy-going by nature, also felt a sense of crisis and her nerves became sensitive. When she fell asleep at night, she also placed a pan next to the bed...

"In that case..."

Princess Sanwu, who was sitting quietly at the side, took a sip of tea with an expressionless face. Although her expression was invisible, we all knew that this little one was very unhappy when her quiet and leisurely tea time was interrupted. As she said this, she turned her little hand

, a glass bottle containing white powder was held by her, and there was a big skull logo on the bottle.

"This is medicine..." Princess Sanwu glanced at me.

Of course I know it’s medicine, of course I know it’s medicine, bastard!! The question is what do you want to do, what do you want to express?!

"Don't worry, it's safe..." Princess Sanwu said lightly again.

Is that so? So that’s it. I said that with the wisdom of Princess Sanwu, it is impossible to put an obvious sign like a skull on the poison bottle. This must be just a bottle of ordinary seasoning, yes, it has a seasoning label.

The poison is poison, do you want to add seasoning to those adventurers? I didn’t expect that Princess Sanwu also has a kind side, eh.

"Even if you poison me, you won't be found out. It's very safe..." As if she felt that she didn't speak carefully enough, Princess Sanwu paused, and continued to add explanations when I breathed a sigh of relief.

"..."

Very safe... So that's what I meant. I'm sorry, it's my fault for thinking you are too kind...

"Anyway, I can't stay here any longer. Do you want to go shopping together?" I stretched my body and roared loudly, "My last half month of vacation is poor."

As a result, everyone raised their hands, and even the little ghost who had been tinkering in the room these days floated over with two black circles under his eyes.

There were so many flies on the street that we all lowered our cloaks and hats before we dared to go out. But the little ghost didn't forget to complain about me even in this poor state of mind - we just need to wear it tighter, little ghost.

It doesn’t matter if you take it or not…

"There are so many people."

I just arrived at the Adventurer's Paradise and saw the streets in front of me that were crowded with people, and they were all adventurers. The scene was quite spectacular. The fearful little ghost sighed loudly and leaned close to him, leaving only a pair of sullen eyes.

His eyes were carefully looking ahead under the cover of the tent hat.

Suddenly I felt that it was actually quite good to stay at home, why should I run out and suffer when I had nothing to do? I also sighed and took the lead in opening the way, pushing through the crowd and walking on the street.

"Sister Willas, look at it, it's an elf, it's so beautiful." Little Sarah looked very energetic and pointed at the long-eared, elegant and beautiful elves passing by the roadside.

"Not as beautiful as my baby Sarah." Seeing the innocent and lively Sarah, I couldn't help but turn around and gently pinch her delicate face.

Although the elven women are beautiful, most of them are on the same level. If you look at them too much, you will inevitably become aesthetically tired. None of them are as stunning and attractive as our precious angel Sarah.

"Brother, look, is that a dwarf? He's so short and cute."

Sarah, who had a pretty face after being praised by me, lowered her head, and after a while, as if she had discovered a new world, she pointed at a short, fat, bearded dwarf with a big hammer on his back and exclaimed.

.

The dwarves were not as good-tempered as the elves. Probably after hearing Sarah's words, they immediately glared over with angry eyes. Seeing that Sarah could still feel the delicate figure under the large cloak, he couldn't help but be startled, and then his mouth changed.

His big brown beard was spread out, revealing a pair of shiny white teeth.

Beauties are very popular these days, even the dwarf who makes a living as a blacksmith and has never been tempted by women. If I had said what I just said, the dwarf's attitude would probably be different. Seeing this scene,

I couldn't help but sigh loudly.

In addition, there were foxes and werewolves with a big tail and two pointed ears on their heads, which also opened the eyes of Willas and others who had never seen them before. This trip was not in vain.

"Huh? What happened over there?" As we were walking casually, we suddenly found a circle of adventurers not far away on the other side, as if they were watching something, and the few of us couldn't help but get curious.

"Anyway, it's just those idle adventurers fighting again." Although I said this disdainfully, my burning gossip spirit still allowed me to squeeze through the crowd smoothly and see the scene inside.

Okay, I admit that it was all out of curiosity, and I accidentally saw a scene that could blind a dog.

Surrounded by the crowd, in an open space, standing on the left is a thin old mage, with a white beard fluttering slightly in the wind, his eyes sharp and vicissitudes, holding a staff in his left hand, and wearing a wide black mage cloak.

Shaking, exuding a powerful momentum.

On the right, there is a dwarf who is less than three meters tall. His short body is full of solid muscles. His eyes are equally terrifying. He is holding a giant hammer as big as him in his hand.

His steps are steady, as unshakable as a hill.

On the ground between the two of them, the protagonist who caused this confrontation, a shining silver coin, lay quietly on the ground, emitting a seductive light.

Well, I believe that without me saying it, everyone should know who these two guys are.

"Old immortal, I was obviously the first to see this silver coin. You must be thick-skinned to a certain extent." Muradin's slightly sweaty hands held the handle of the hammer tightly and looked at it with contempt.

With Farah.

"That's funny. Could it be that all the silver coins on the ground are yours if you, a short winter melon, take one look at them?" Farah snorted coldly and held the staff tightly, a drop of sweat dripping from his forehead.

The breeze blew gently, fluttering the beards of the two people. The two men faced off like peerless martial arts masters. The atmosphere was so explosive that the onlookers swallowed involuntarily and did not dare to take a breath.

"Ah, a silver coin, so lucky..." At this moment, a black shadow rushed onto the field with lightning speed, and picked up the silver coin while the two old misers looked stunned.

"You bastard!! Put down that silver coin for me."

Seeing the snipe and the clam fighting and the fisherman benefiting, the two old guys shouted loudly and almost burst into anger. They formed a temporary alliance and involuntarily looked at me.

"Why? Anyway, we have to hand it over to the soldiers and let them find the owner of this silver coin." I smiled slyly.

"I believe that our distinguished president of the Mage Guild, Mr. Farah, the elder of the alliance, and the famous former dwarf king Mr. Muradin, also think the same as me. This kind of spirit of picking up gold without hesitation is really worth learning. Everyone said

Right."

"That's right!" "This brother is right!!"...

The adventurer, who was afraid that the world would be in chaos, naturally shouted loudly with a knowing smile.

"Of course, that's what we think, but dear Wu, seeing as you are very busy now, why not just leave this silver coin to me." Even in this situation, Farah still did not give up.

"No, no, no, as an elder of the alliance, Lao Immortal must have a lot of things to deal with. It's enough to leave it to me, an idle man." Muradin is obviously not a master who will give up his fat easily.

"I was just going to Lord Akala's place, and I happened to be on my way."

Not to be outdone, I smiled and held the silver coin in my hand tightly. I wanted to spit out the fat in my mouth. You really underestimated the stinginess of my third Rogge.

"I happen to have something to do, so let's go together."

Farah's eyes were red, like a red-eyed rooster, and he actually planned to spy on me, and we'd both die together. I can't get it, and you don't want it either.

"I also have something I want to discuss with Elder Akara, hehehe——"

Muradin looked at me with flickering eyes, then at Farah, and said with a smile, probably secretly slandering the two of us that we would collude and secretly divide the silver coin between us.

Come on, am I, Wu Fan, that kind of person? I still remember clearly the song "I Picked Up a Penny on the Side of the Road" that my teacher taught me when I was a child, so why don't I give you a part of it.

So there were two more people in the team, and the three of them laughed and said nothing all the way, each with their own ulterior motives, causing the adventurers facing them to shiver in fear of avoiding them, while Vilas and the others followed far behind as a sign of silence.

Innocent, it has nothing to do with those three miserly men.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Wu?"

When we were halfway there, a loud voice stopped us. Looking from a distance, we saw two tall figures standing out from the crowd, waving their hands across the crowded street, which made them stand out.

It's Rasuk, the barbarian blacksmith from Harrogath. He's here too? He's not coming to see her daughter, right? Looking next to him, he turns out to be the beautiful barbarian Chasi.

Seeing the two of them, I suddenly felt happy. I even forgot about the last time Rasuk made me throw away many precious gifts from my fox-man sister. Of course, I definitely did not intend to delay time and kill Farah and

Muradin's patience allowed them to leave voluntarily without any thought of taking the silver coins as their own.

"Isn't this Rasuk? And Ms. Chasi, hello." I strode over and instantly left behind the two old misers sandwiching me on the left and right.

"Master Fan, thank you very much for helping me deliver my father's gift last time. I didn't have time to thank you at that time. I'm really sorry." Qiaxi bowed slightly and said with an apologetic expression.

"It's a small matter, it's a small matter, until..." I waved my hand towards Qiaxi, then glanced at Rasuk with a sharp look from an angle that she couldn't see, and said through gritted teeth.

"Uncle Rasuk, you actually wanted to come to Rogge Camp, and you even asked me to bring special products to Ms. Qiaxi. It's so heartwarming of a girl, hehehe——"

"Of course, thanks to your blessing, I brought a lot of specialties here this time. I believe it will be enough for Qiaxi for a while, hahahaha——"

The two barbarians, father and daughter, laughed together. Their naive expressions made me so angry that I didn’t know where to express my anger.

However, when the two fathers and daughters stood together, I finally understood why Rasuk always used words such as petite and fragile to describe his daughter. Compared with Rasuk, who is nearly three meters tall, in my opinion, she is already

Qiaxi, who is two meters tall, weighs as much as a baby. It really takes comparison to see where the problem lies.

"It's a rare encounter. It's not convenient to talk here. Why not go to my daughter's place and have a good talk."

Rasuk looked at the people coming and going on both sides. He saw that a large group of people on his side were standing still, which brought a great burden to the abortion, and he couldn't help but suggest.

Well said, what a timely suggestion, Uncle Rasuk!! I secretly gave the other party a thumbs up, looked to the side, and found that Farah and Muradin also looked indifferent, and I couldn't help but feel shocked.

These two guys seem to be busy with their time, and that's right. The Mages Guild is crowded with adventurers, and Farah can't calm down even if he wants to study. And Muradin, a short winter melon, what do you expect him to do? Look.

Come on, they are determined to mess with me.

Secretly thinking about ways to get rid of these two old misers, we followed Rasuk's pace and soon arrived at the Qasi Blacksmith Shop.

"Come on, come on, you're welcome..."

Sitting on the too-large chair, Rasuk handed the too-large tea cup to us, especially Muradin, an old dwarf. Against the backdrop of the huge furniture around him, he looked like a pea...cough, pea.

He is as small as a bad old man. Even if he stands on a chair, he can barely reach the table. What a tragic guy.

"Who are you……"

When Rasuk brought the cup to Muradin, he finally noticed this inconspicuous little man. His eyes suddenly opened, and the cup in his hand dropped dramatically without holding it firmly, hitting Muradin on the head.

Just hearing a splashing sound, to Muradin, it was like hot water in a cup the size of a small bathtub, pouring all the water on him, steaming with steam, drenching Muradin.

"..."

Expresslessly taking out a towel and wiping his face, Muradin looked at Rasuk with a very sad and angry look.

"Aren't you the dwarf blacksmith who came to my house last time to borrow a stove?" Rasuk said in surprise, seemingly unaware of Muradin's current situation, and then turned back to look at me.

"Boy Wu, do you still remember? That two-groove headdress is the one you gave to the girl named Linya. It was made by this master blacksmith."

"Oh? For Linya? A headdress with two grooves? How come I haven't heard of this? Xiaofan really knows how to please girls." The little ghost on the side stared up and down with malicious eyes.

He said to me.

Oops, I just didn't want to be complained about by the little ghost, so I hid the matter. Unexpectedly, the big mouth of Rasuk would expose it.

"That...it's just a headgear, not a good thing." I responded in a cold sweat.

"That's right. I'm also looking forward to Xiaofan giving you something 'slightly better'." The little ghost took my hand from under the table without caring about the crowd, and bit it hard.

Go down.

Woohoo~~

Look at Muradin again. He was originally very annoyed by the cup of hot tea dropped from the sky by Rasuk. Then he was complimented by Rasuk in a vague way. He smiled happily and secretly glanced at his old rival Farah with pride.

"Hahaha - I'm sorry, Lord Muradin, you are too young. I didn't notice it just now. I'm so sorry."

Unexpectedly, Rasuk, who has always spoken freely, said something again, which made Farah, who was at a disadvantage, perk up, sit up straight, and gave Muradin a look of contempt that said, "Look, you are just a short winter melon."

.

"That's right, it's rare for Lord Muradin to come here. Why don't you show off your craftsmanship again so that we can also broaden our horizons."

"Hahaha, of course there is no problem. As long as I have good materials, I can make even dark gold equipment." After hearing what Rasuk said, Muradin perked up and felt that the time had finally come to attack his old rival. He couldn't help but

Laughed loudly.

After checking the existing materials in the blacksmith shop, Muradin thought for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and took out some precious materials from his inventory. In order to push Farah down, he wanted to bleed profusely.

"Although these materials cannot be used to make dark gold equipment, a few pieces of gold equipment are more than enough." Muradin glanced at the materials on hand, said proudly, and then looked at everyone.

"Just tell me what equipment you want to build."

This question confused everyone, what should they build? Farah on the side was racking his brains, hoping to stump Muradin.

"If no one has an idea, let me solve it. How about you help each of us build a handy weapon." I shamelessly approached Muradin and said.

"you?!!"

Muradin glanced at me and suddenly looked like he was seeing a fat sheep: "No problem, but you have to pay the material fee and the construction fee."

I was secretly happy. This was great. I was worried about the materials just now, but unexpectedly a fat sheep jumped out. Not only did I save money on materials, but I also made a lot of money.

"Okay, as long as you can make a weapon that suits our needs." I gritted my teeth and replied.

"And you, boy, must be at a high level. It is difficult to use these materials to create the equipment you use. It can only be made for those ladies."

Muradin pointed at Vilas and the others behind me, and secretly praised himself for his wisdom and prowess. He thought to himself that this boy and Farah were in the same group, and they would definitely work with Farah to deliberately create some problems to embarrass him, but those little girls were different.

, you can tell at a glance that he has a kind personality.

"No problem, as long as you can make the equipment we like." I'll bear with you!! Then he looked back at Vilas and the others: "This is the dwarf blacksmith. There is nothing he can't do. If you have any requirements,

Just mention it to her."

Muradin's heart stirred up, and he secretly cursed the other party for being very vicious. Then he glanced at Vilas and the others behind him, and finally fixed his eyes on Vilas. Well, this girl has the gentlest temperament, and she will definitely not embarrass an old man like him.

It's her first.

"Ahem, little girl, what kind of staff do you want? Just tell me." Muradin coughed a few times and began his tragic journey.

"Is it really possible to ask for anything?"

Willas tapped her lips lightly with her little finger. Her innocent appearance was extremely cute and charming, but in Muradin's eyes, she was a bit scary. This little girl couldn't be a wolf in sheep's clothing. However, dwarves who always care about face, especially

How could he surrender in front of his old rival? Gritting his teeth, Muradin nodded tragically.

"In this case, I only have one request." Vilas said with a smile without much thought.

"Oh? Just tell me what you want." Muradin burst into tears. She was indeed a good girl, and her vision was not wrong.

"I want...a staff like this." Saying this, Vilas drew a pan shape in the air and said with a smile.

"No, I mean... what kind of staff do you want?" Muradin was stunned, and cold sweat began to break out on his forehead.

"Just...a staff like this." Vilas thought Muradin didn't understand, so she once again drew a larger and more standard pan shape in the air, and smiled slightly.

"Yeah, I know that's a frying pan. I wanted to tell you what kind of staff you want." Muradin's expression turned tragic.

"I just want...a staff like this." Willas stubbornly drew the shape of the pan again and smiled slightly.

"..."

Muradin cried, scratched a pan on his note, then turned to ask Sarah.

"Little sister, you are also a mage. What kind of staff do you want?"

"Same as Sister Vilas, I have only one request." Sarah responded innocently and brilliantly, but that beautiful angelic smile seemed particularly terrifying to Muradin, so much so that her voice trembled.

"Say...speak."

Without saying anything, Sarah took out the golden sword she usually used: "I want a staff of this shape."

"Can...can you change to something else..." Muradin's legs went weak and he said with a sob voice.

"Are you embarrassing Grandpa Muradin? Then there is no need. Sarah still has many weapons to use." Sarah, who was considerate, smiled slightly at Muradin.

"Of course not, I know, I know, it's a sword-shaped staff, I'll just make it." Before Farah's sarcastic voice appeared, Muradin roared as if he was dead.

Then there was the little ghost. She was floating in the air, thinking slightly: "My profession is a priest, and it has many requirements."

"Pastor? Holy book? I know a little bit about it."

Muradin breathed a sigh of relief. She now had a psychological fear of the words "I have only one request." She felt relieved to hear what the little ghost said.

"It doesn't matter what attribute it is. The most important thing is that it has a throwing function, and by the way, it also has a recycling function." The little ghost made a throwing action very violently.

Muradin "..."

"The book should be very thick, the edges should be sharpened, and the corners should be sharper so that it can penetrate the enemy's body directly." The little ghost continued to talk to himself.

Muradin: "..."

"By the way, it's best to have the function of launching hidden weapons, so that you can trick the enemy at critical moments." The little ghost continued to think, and then shook his head: "That's all for now, I'll talk about it later when I think about it."

"I...I just tried my best..." Muradin wrote on the note on his side, tears and snot dripping from his nose continuously, making the writing wet.

Then he looked at the last Princess Sanwu with an appointing look. "Little sister, what weapon do you want?"

"Princess Sanwu said expressionlessly: "..."

"Well, what kind of weapons do you need?"

Princess Sanwu said expressionlessly: "..."

"Now that you are talking, can you please stop torturing me?" Muradin cried even harder.

"Princess Sanwu said expressionlessly: "..."

In the end, I thought Muradin was a pitiful old man, so I helped him. I ordered an ice staff for Princess Sanwu. After recording it in my notes, Muradin, whose beard was soaked with tears, stabbed him.
Chapter completed!