It may be just a joke of the gods for mortals to be stupid in the material world.
"Gods" with joy, anger, and selfish desires control everything in this world.
From birth to death, from growth to aging, and even after death, they just continue to "live" in the kingdom of the gods.
Your "luck" is God's charity, your "bad luck" is God's curse;
Your "pain" pleases God, your "pleasure" appeases God;
Your birth is a gift from the gods, and your death is an appointment from the gods;
When you go out in the morning and feel the brightness of the sun, maybe you have been "identified" by the [Lord of the Dawn]...
If you chant poems to the moon late at night, maybe you have been regarded as a believer of [Ms. Silver Moon]...
The "big net" composed of gods covers everything in the world.
From this perspective, compared to the great sailing world, this place seems to be particularly depressing.
The sun has lost its passion, and the sea has lost its freedom!
"God..."
Listening to John and the others discussing the Church of the Gods' arrangements for this land, Victor was in a daze...
In his memory, the fate of the gods was just a few lines of text written on the [Destiny Clay Tablet] of the god AO.
"Hey, God? Destined? Ridiculous!"
Victor grinned.
Perhaps it would be ten thousand times more difficult to seek "detachment" in this world where fatalism is everywhere, but it would also be ten thousand times more interesting, right?
*
"John! Our deal!"
The bald businessman Tom pushed the door open and came in. His movement allowed the dim sunlight to leak in.
Tom's loud voice caused the drunkard at the door to slap him, but he dodged.
"Shit! Get away!"
This time, Tom's voice was full of energy and seemed very powerful.
When the drunkards heard this, they all looked at him with ferocious eyes.
After just looking at it for a while, they turned their heads and continued half asleep!
Behind Tom was a middle-aged man wearing a gorgeous robe, and behind the man were two well-equipped and impressive guards.
Being an adventurer is not a great status! If you come out to fool around, if you don't know how to read your words and your moves are not polished enough, you will have been thrown into the sewer to feed the rats!
The badge on the middle-aged man's chest can only mean one thing. He is an official of Nanzalu Port and a member of the Ofar family of Amn!
No matter who they are, these failed low-level adventurers cannot be offended!
Seeing the angry expressions of these usually arrogant adventurers, Tom walked towards this side with a proud face.
"John, I found a good buyer for you! This is Mr. Wilson from Nanzalu Port!
He is interested and has enough financial resources to buy your trophies, you know what I'm talking about!"
Tom finally said in a tone of suppressed excitement.
"Tom, are you sure?"
The paladin frowned and asked. Dragon body materials, especially red dragon materials of youth and above, are very rare.
With just a slight change of hands, Tom can make a lot of profits, and now he wants to give the opportunity to this man from Nanzalu Port.
"I'm sure! Hey, John, I never do business at a loss!"
"Tsk!"
Doso couldn't help but sneer, and was immediately glared back by businessman Tom.
"Hello! Dragon Slaying Warrior! I am the business consultant of Nanzalu Port, Wilson Rook O'Fal!"
Wilson looked around and continued:
"This doesn't seem to be a place to discuss business. I know there is a negotiation room in Old Norton. How about we go there to discuss it?"
The paladin consulted the opinions of others with his eyes, and finally nodded and agreed.
Seeing this, Wilson signaled to a guard, and the guard walked directly into the back kitchen of the tavern.
After a while, a strong, bald old man with sleepy eyes came out.
"I asked who it was. It turned out to be Mr. Wilson, haha! This is the honor of the Horn Cottage!"
Norton was very humble in his words, but there was nothing flattering or flattering about him in his actions or demeanor.
Old Norton was once a powerful adventurer, a famous high-level warrior in Nanzalu Port [Punch] Norton!
"This is the key to that conference room. It has not been cleaned for a long time. Please forgive me."
Norton handed the key to the guard.
"It's okay, I'm just borrowing it! Thank you, Boss Norton! May the gold coin lady always smile at you!"
This Wilson is also a believer of [Goddess of Wealth] Woking.
Norton watched Wilson invite John and the others up the stairs. He suddenly slapped his head and said:
"Hey! John, do you want me to help you prepare dinner?"
"Just help us deliver it to the room! Prepare some more whitebait meat for this gentleman!"
It was Satara who answered Norton.
"Oh! Sorry, ladies and gentlemen, there are no more whitebaits today."
Victor was immediately disappointed. The taste and effect of the whitebait were very good, and he wanted to try it again.
"Then prepare dinner for 5 people for this gentleman!"
The sorceress looked at his figure and then said, her words made the giant Victor grin.
"As you wish, ma'am!"
Old Norton smiled and took off his hat in an exaggerated manner, then turned and walked into the kitchen.
The adventurers followed the business consultant from Nanzalu Port upstairs...
*
In the backyard of the tavern, bursts of heat came out of Victor's body, and sweat flowed on him like a stream.
After dinner, he started his daily practice here, and it has been more than four hours now.
Based on the [self-discipline] training method, he must double up on the homework he missed in the past few days!
His basic daily practice is "10,000 left and right fists each in the morning, and 10,000 sword swings in the evening."
Tonight, his goal is to punch the left and right fists 30,000 times each and swing the sword 20,000 times!
"19998, 19999, 20000! Phew~"
With a long exhalation, he finally completed his practice goal.
Every time Victor swung his fist or swung his sword, he went all out, but limited his power to a small area, without exposing any trace of it.
This is very difficult. Every punch and every sword requires full concentration to reach this level.
Of course, if it’s not difficult, it can’t be called practice!
Under the illumination of the magic lamp, Victor, naked and with a slightly reflective upper body, began to fetch water and take a bath...
The spell is very convenient, but it's a pity that he hasn't mastered it yet.
The elves' facilities are quite "advanced", whether they are flush toilets or magic lamps, which have reduced Victor's worries about living in a world that is said to be still in the "medieval" world.
At least you don’t have to go into the woods to solve the problem, and the soft leaves are so comfortable to rub...
Victor also has to poop!
After taking a shower, Victor returned to his room. Originally, for the purpose of saving money, adventurers usually rented a room with several people, but at his insistence, he rented a single room by himself - it was not possible anyway.
Short of money!
He lay in bed and began to think about this afternoon.
After more than an hour of negotiation, the business consultant was willing to spend a large sum of money to buy Maxima's body.
The adventurers had no objections, but each left a small amount of materials as souvenirs.
——They don’t dare to wear products made of real dragon materials and wander around in this land where dragons are strong.
Victor left behind a piece of dragon skin of good quality, and he wanted to ask someone to help him make a pair of [dragon skin shorts].
The shorts should be enchanted with: constant temperature, stretchable, waterproof, fireproof, and strong resistance to impact. It is best to achieve [never wear] or [self-healing]...
Due to his contribution, he will be able to receive nearly 20,000 gold coins, equivalent to two to three million RMB, or 50 to 60 million beli...
Although it wasn't much in his opinion, it was enough for him to ask someone to help him make [Dragon Leather Pants], not to mention he also had a chance to cast equipment for free from Master Kevin!
Thinking of this, Victor felt a little sleepy...
"Something's wrong!"
There's no way he's going to bed so early!
A faint puff of smoke began to fill the room.
This is the effect of a magic spice that can block sounds and smells, and has a hypnotic effect - similar to the effect of [Quiet Incense Burner].
The hypnotic effect was exempted by the strong Victor, but he did not do anything else and instead pretended to be hit.
Because he has recognized the intruder.
Silver moonlight shone from the window to the bedside, and a tall figure sat on Victor's body at some point.
Her eyes glowed faintly red in the slightly dim room.
She threw the hat on her head with her left hand, revealing two slightly trembling cat ears, and then began to take off the leather armor on her upper body...
"You are Ahri...um!"
Today Victor learned the pronunciation of the common language "Ari", but unfortunately he was interrupted by her before he finished speaking.
Ah Ri covered Victor's mouth with one hand, while the two looked at each other...
Victor wanted to refuse loudly, but they were too big...
