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Chapter VIII The Traveler's Rest

 Such a huge thing is shrouded in the mist. It is gloomy, heavy, and the brown birch roof hangs low. It is about four stories high, like a recumbent giant, quietly thinking, lying across the swamp.

.The old trestle leads to a row of mottled wooden walls, with swaying lights hanging on sharp wooden piles.

The bright light passed through the mist like a web, like the light in the chest of a giant, spraying thinly and penetrating the wilderness. On the roadside was a bonfire, fiery red, swaying and rotating in the distance, with sparks like fragments.

, flying in all directions.

This kind of scenery really shocked Fang Plover, as if it was blended into the green and gray of the night, and the bright red of blood, with a bleak atmosphere, and a bit dim.

'Traveler's Rest' This inn has stood on the edge of swamps and forests for thirty-three years. It was passed from the previous owner to his son, the current owner. For seven years, the Hammer Mazak

' is not only the master of this wilderness, but also a famous blacksmith.

"It is said that the flames in his hands seemed to be given life," Tian Lan introduced to him in a low voice: "The Ring of Golden Flame is his legendary work."

"As for under those trestles, under the dark swamp water, word of mouth tells stories of buried bones, treasures and legends."

Fang Yu took a deep breath and looked at all this with curiosity.

A rusty sword was inserted diagonally at the entrance of the Egon Forest, with a simple line of text engraved on it:

‘Mazak’s haven’

Every word on it is the law of this place.

There were several guards around the bonfire, and an old man was sitting by the fire. The firelight reflected his dark face. He took out the flame and slowly changed the tongs from his left hand to his right hand. Attila stopped on the roadside.

, greeted several people: "Mr. Minais, good evening."

"Good evening, Attila." The old man took off his straw hat and put it on his chest. His face was wrinkled and his eyes were dull, but he smiled slightly: "May Mirela bless you."

"May Amaya bless you." Attila returned the favor with her hand on her chest.

Fang Plover raised his head. There were several iron sheets nailed to the wooden checkpoint, covered with rust spots. Under the firelight, it was hard to see the words written on them. The fog was thick, and in the distance, the firelight loomed, and the poet was playing the organ by the fire.

The melodious sound of the piano——

A group of people walked on the dilapidated trestle, and the wooden boards groaned under the weight. "Who is that?" Fang Pliong asked in a low voice. Tianlan shook her head at him.

"Just a lonely old guard. I heard that he had been stationed here for twenty years. His wife died and his son also died in the swamp. How pitiful."

People were coming and going on the trestle, and what surprised Fang Yu was that almost everyone knew this little French girl and said hello to them.

"You're back, Tianlan?"

"I heard that you killed the 'eldest sister'?"

"It looks like our little princess has all the arms and legs she needs. She deserves a toast."

Several adventurers who were sitting on the trestle playing cards said cheerfully. They also raised the water bottles in their hands to signal this direction. There were many aborigines among them. They were in ragged clothes and unshaven, like beggars.

"Bah, go away, you pervert," Tianlan wrinkled her nose and said to these people. She turned back to Ed and said: "Don't look at these guys like this, but they are actually quite reliable adventurers. They can get away from Elpa."

Those who go to Traveler Swamp alone are at least first-level adventurers, which are different from those newcomers."

Fang Plover nodded, knowing that in Aitaria, every time adventurers meet certain conditions, they can go to the corresponding professional temple to obtain professional title protection. For example, the warriors are Ori and Malan, and the swordsmen are Aisha.

, the naturalist and alchemist are Angina, the astrologer and elementalist are Elaine and Roban, etc.

Since the prerequisites for job titles are generally closely related to the role level, people also simply classify levels six to fifteen as second-level job titles, levels sixteen to thirty as third-level job titles, and levels thirty-one to fifty as fourth-level job titles.

, as for level 50 and above, further advancement can only be achieved after passing the test of the Temple of Destiny in the second world.

Therefore, there is essentially no fifth-level job title in the first world, because even the top selectors who return from the second world will still be suppressed below level 50.

The only exceptions are Dragon Knight and Sky Knight.

The first-level profession is a natural blessing, which is what people call the novice stage. The apprenticeship period is the first two levels. The selector needs one to two months to adapt, and then it takes one or two years to get out of the novice stage.

It may take longer for the aborigines, three to four years, so these people are really not new people.

However, after experiencing the Long Summer War, it is actually difficult for Fang Plover to have a positive view of the strength of these people. In his opinion, they have to be at least as good as Miss Scarpet and Mr. Querod before they can barely gain a foothold in the First World.

——Scape is at the twenty-seventh level, and Quirod is at the twenty-ninth level.

As for being powerful.

The Nighthawk Selector of the Silver Forest Spear flashed through his mind, but in the end it was the silver-haired, quiet and elegant wolf girl.

Fang Yu shook his head and let these thoughts disappear in his mind. He himself had not passed the probationary professional examination, and in terms of combat effectiveness, he was barely on par with first-level professionals.

Being able to kill that 'eldest sister' was purely a combination of sneak attack and coincidence.

At this moment, Tianlan was asking those people: "What's going on with that 'eldest sister'?"

"Haha," people laughed: "Don't even think about denying it. Some people rumored that they saw her resurrected in the Qianshui Temple, and she even spread words to make you look good."

They kindly reminded: "Little princess, you have to be careful, that woman is not that simple."

"I'm not afraid of her," Tian Lan frowned when she turned around: "The Shallow Water Temple is not far from here. That woman chose to resurrect there instead of El Paxin. It seems she really wants to take revenge on us."

"there is always a solution to a problem."

The person who said this turned out to be Luo Yu, who had always been taciturn. Fang Yu couldn't help but glance at him in surprise.

The first thing the adventurers did when they returned to the camp was naturally to deal with the spoils - Fang Pliance had longed for this for a long time, but seriously, this was his first time to personally participate. Aitila led them through the square and in front of the hotel

The square is paved with wooden planks, and there is a bonfire on a stone platform not far away. A bard is playing the organ and singing beside the fire.

Fang Plover listened to a few words curiously, and almost stumbled. What the other party was singing was actually about the incident in which Jefflite's red-coated team framed the Dawn Star Adventure Group. Originally, this matter was considered recent news, and poets always like to spread the news.

Nothing new, nothing surprising.

However, the other party sang a few lines about a genius boy and a clockwork fairy. The more Fang Piao listened, the more strange he became. The poem described him as the fateful opponent of the descendants of Flor and the enemy of God, but there was no label saying that.

Cheng is the Prince's Revenge.

That's not right. Fang Pliance was very confused. How did these people notice him? This was clearly not the post he made.

Aitila supported him and asked with some confusion: "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing." Fang Yu replied with some guilt.

He looked over there again. Fortunately, there were not many listeners at the campfire. There were only two people, a master and a servant. The maid wore a very traditional maid outfit, with a long black and white skirt hanging down to her knees. She folded her hands and stood quietly beside the maid.

After the master.

And the mistress is just a girl who is not as good as Tao Li.

The beige long windbreaker was soaked in the night, and the shawl looked like a pair of wings folded on the undulating curve of the chest. The girl was wearing a women's bowler hat, and her expression was unclear due to the thin veil underneath.

There was only one long soft golden hair, hanging down to her waist. The moonlight shone through the diffuse mist, shining softly. She was wearing hollow white gloves on her hands, and there was a huge suitcase beside her.

She was so absorbed that her fingertips were not too far away from the handle of the box.

The style of these two people's paintings was a bit abrupt in this place, and Fang Yu couldn't help but take a second look. The girl seemed to feel his gaze and turned around.

The gaze pierced into his heart like a sword.

Not sharp, but melancholy.

He had never seen such a melancholy look, as if he could see into his heart at a glance, and it wasn't until he entered the hotel that Fang Plover came back to his senses. "What happened just now?" He was a little confused.

There is a boiler at the entrance of the hotel. The magic furnace burns red and the golden flame spreads far away. The riveted iron pipes spread the heat and etheric magic to every room in the 'Traveler's Rest'.

There is a half-broken chore golem on the side - an inflexible structure that also looks like a round boiler. It clumsily waves to every guest who enters the hotel.

Shaking his rusty arms, he made a squeaking sound.

A hoarse voice also came from the voice recording crystal that was in disrepair: "Welcome to the traveler camp——"

"Hello, Mr. Sayek." Tian Lan greeted the demon doll.

Fang was stunned for a moment, thinking it was the other party's name. But until another old voice replaced the previous one, it came from the demon doll's body through the sound transmission channel:

"Hello, Tianlan, welcome back."

Only then did Fang Yu realize that this demon puppet was still a sound transmission channel.

And the old voice asked again: "Are we still following the same rules?"

"Of course, please prepare a sumptuous dinner for us, as well as hot water - ah, I'm exhausted. I've been back for so long this time, and I'm covered in stinky sweat."

But Atila looked at the little girl and shook her head: "We don't have much money anymore, Fuli."

"Ah..." Tianlan let out a changed sigh and said dejectedly: "But, as an adventurer, you should always enjoy this little bit of enjoyment, right?"

She gestured with her hand, and it was really only a little bit. She looked at the other party pitifully: "Just a little bit, Sister Attila."

Etila looked at her lovingly and shook her head: "I won't do this next time."

"Yeah!" The little girl jumped three feet high with joy.

Jita frowned: "Miss Fuli is wasting money again."

The tall young trainee, carrying the unconscious Papalar crossbowman on his back, nodded with deep understanding.

However, Fang Yu looked at these people and thought of his time in the Dawn Star Adventure Group. He couldn't help but smile. "I don't know how Miss Scarpet and Mr. Querod are doing..."

He thought to himself that after Scarape's glow stone was recovered, he would no longer be able to log in to the community, so he would not know the situation outside.

Only then did he realize that his top priority was to get a communication device, and he didn't know if it could be purchased in this small camp.

After passing the hall, a small room at the back is the office of Kaolin Business Alliance here.

As mentioned above, since the Kaolin Merchant Alliance monopolizes nearly 90% of the trade in the Cloud Sea area, the only way to deal with materials at the traveler camp is here - of course, it can also be sold to adventurers who are in urgent need.

.

But the latter is less common.

When you push the door open, a faint scent of incense hits your face. The floor is covered with a thick hand-woven carpet. There is a flower pot not far away with a succulent plant on it. A little man is sitting on the counter, and from time to time

Throwing down the bread crumbs in your hand, the bulbous stem of the succulent plant expanded, cracked a hole, and swallowed all the food in it like a big mouth.

The little dwarf seemed to enjoy it until he saw someone coming in, then he hurriedly patted the crumbs on his body and stood up.

That's a dwarf.

They have pointed noses and pointed ears. Although they are about the same height as the Papalars, they are much smaller. They have lived together with the dwarves in the underground tunnels of Eldron for generations, but because of their shrewd nature,

Became the merchant and banker class in dwarf society.

Fang Plover looked away from the other party curiously. It was rare to see dwarfs in the Rodale area and the eastern part of the Kaolin Kingdom, and their selectors were also very rare, so this was the first time he saw this magical race.

Then he looked around the room. Just as he imagined, the room was filled with miscellaneous things. On the left was a ladder-like shelf filled with bottles, cans, and transparent glass containers of all sizes.

It is filled with various kinds of culture fluids, and inside are the organs of all kinds of strange animals.

Jita also looked at these containers curiously. Not far away from him was an eyeball covered with silver film, contained in a palm-sized glass bottle, filled with green liquid.

And suddenly the silver film on the eyeball blinked.

He was so frightened that his hair stood up, and after screaming, he turned around and ran, running headlong into Fang Plover's arms. Fang Plover didn't expect this scene at all, and he groaned and bent down.

Only then did Jita realize that she had caused trouble, and she quickly blushed and stammered an apology: "Yes, I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter..." Fang Yu bent down and stretched out his hand, turning the bottle around: "Don't be afraid, this is just the eyeball of the Silver Blazing Forest, and the action just now was just its subconscious reaction to the etheric magic in you.

That’s all.”

Seeing this thing, Fang Yu suddenly had an idea in his mind.

Hain-Fum's idea on the design drawing of the One-Type Crystal is that in order to further improve the magic performance of the One-Type Crystal, the sensitivity of the non-attribute crystal to the etheric magic power must first be changed.

And the eyes of the Silver Blazing Forest can even react to the slightest changes in magic power. Isn't that what he needs?

But this thing... seems a bit expensive.




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