It wasn't until it was completely dark that Durul finally came back drunk.
He is an unshaven middle-aged man wearing hard leather armor. Even when he goes out to drink, he is still fully armed.
A long dagger, two throwing knives, a throwing axe, a crossbow, a powerful bow, a fully automatic pistol, a long sword, plus bottles and cans hanging on the waist... this is
The "Survival Expert" has no disadvantages in all-terrain combat, which is a valuable professional feature.
Born in Black Hawk, he grew up in the mountains and naturally became a good hunter. However, he did not choose to join the mercenary group and become a notorious war mercenary. Instead, he chose to leave his hometown and go to other places.
The state became the bodyguard of adventurers and archaeologists.
This day can be considered comfortable and comfortable.
Durul can feed one person and the whole family without any worries.
He was a homeless prodigal who died at some point - no parents, no wife, no children, no master, no apprentice. So he didn't have any scruples. All the money he got from doing tasks was spent on
Eat, drink, have fun, and then use it to upgrade equipment.
Leave nothing behind, spend it all.
Whenever you run out of money, just find a job - anyway, if you fail in the mission, it will be a waste, it is much more comfortable than dying without spending all the money.
And a fourth-level "survival expert" doesn't have to worry about work, and he doesn't have to worry about finding a job when he runs out of money. As a result, after so long, he has a famous name in the industry called "Vagabond"
Number.
He originally took Encyclopedia and Kitty to eat and drink. As a result, neither of them wanted to get drunk, so they went back in the afternoon. The wanderer stayed inside, hugging the woman, listening to the song, and
Then I played cards with the mages. The game lasted all day long. I lost all my change and then went home satisfied.
"Old man, I'm back!"
The drunken wanderer shouted at the iron gate in front of the villa: "Open the door!"
Of course he had the key, but he was too lazy to open it.
As a result, just as he screamed, his ears suddenly twitched.
Three, four, five...seven, eight?
...Why is there so much breathing sound inside?
The vagabond wiped his face and woke up instantly. As the power of adaptation circulated, the alcohol in his body was detoxified and dissipated in the blink of an eye.
He frowned slightly, and his eyes became keen and serious. He subconsciously stretched out his fingers and flexibly checked whether the position of his equipment could be accessed at any time.
Immediately, he took out the key and opened the iron door, trying to sneak in carefully.
At this moment, someone came out of the villa.
That was the trap master who went drinking with him at noon, codenamed "Kitten".
Generally speaking, those who work in their profession will give themselves a code name. The principle is similar to the promotion ceremony but different... The real name is protected in the promotion ceremony, mainly to prevent offending people in it - for example, killing and entering the promotion with the other party
Teammates in the ritual, or interrupt the other party's promotion during the promotion ceremony, and then the other party comes to take revenge in reality.
There are people who are willing to admit defeat, but they are very few. Promotion rituals above the third level often cause permanent damage to the soul, and not everyone can swallow the news that their future is ruined.
If you cut off my future, I will kill your whole family - this kind of situation also happens.
The mercenaries use pseudonyms mainly to prevent them from being cursed by demonologists or spellcasters if their real names are revealed.
As long as you have the designated curse medium and know the other party's real name and a small amount of information, you can cast a curse.
After all, everyone knows that these mercenaries are rich and have no problem at the same time. It is difficult to find high-level priests to help lift the curse. Often people will be hung up with several difficult curses, and then send a letter to extort money, and give the money
After it is sent to the designated location, the curse will be lifted for you.
If you can really lose money and avoid disaster, that's it. But in more cases, when the other party is short of money, they will think of this "good friend" immediately, and then put a curse on it again to ask for money.
If reverse tracking is not possible to locate the specific location of the Curse Master, this blackmail will often last a lifetime. There are also some more unscrupulous employers who will "throw themselves in". That is, hire a group of mercenaries in the name of interviews.
Get the real information about the other party, then collect the other party's belongings during the mission, and then find the curse master to blackmail the other party after paying the commission, thereby getting the money back, and possibly even more.
"Kitten" is also an adaptor of the fourth energy level, so he and "Vagabond" have similar interests.
She is short and has short brown hair. She is always huddled in the black invisibility cloak, and only the part from her nose down can be seen clearly. Judging from the shape of her lips and skin, she is not too old.
He must be in his early thirties at most. There are several shabby and yellowing strips of cloth wrapped around the wrists and palms of his hands - those must be some kind of extraordinary items.
Seeing that none of the traps stored in the trap master's hands were triggered, and seeing that there was no smell of gunpowder smoke on her body from a distance, the rogue felt a little relieved.
"Uncle Drifter!"
The kitten was very anxious: "Why did you come back?"
"rest assured……"
Realizing that nothing serious had happened, the vagabond yawned again and resumed his drunken and lazy posture: "Anyway, I won't be hungover tomorrow. Don't I just leave tomorrow?"
"Why, is there any distinguished guest? Is it some big shot?"
The Drifter asked half sarcastically, half insinuating: "Want to add some people to the team? Do you want more money?"
He doesn't know much about archeology or history, but he knows a lot about extraordinary knowledge.
If you are willing to recruit six fourth-level extraordinary beings for archeology, it is probably not a relic that is too old.
What's more, the employer this time...the other party's strength is not weak. He should also be an extraordinary person.
The wanderer has long been prepared to die in the ruins, so he will be drunk today.
According to his understanding of the mage lords of Narcissus Principality, they care about reputation and honor more than anything else. If the ruins this time are old enough, the lords who heard about it will have to send some people in.
If they work it out then, they will be able to pick half of the peaches from this archaeological discovery.
With a little publicity, in a few decades... the archaeologists and employers this time will become "such and such a team" in the records, and only the names of the relevant mage lords will remain.
This is not the first time that Drifter has seen this kind of thing.
But he was happy to see this kind of thing - anyway, the archaeological results had nothing to do with him.
If the mage lord wants to seduce someone, it must be a powerful mage such as an "heir". If he comes to help him brush up his qualifications, he must at least be someone the lord likes; he will also give them some extra money and give them some gifts.
The equipment serves as "sponsorship". While the safety is improved, the income is also increased... Wouldn't that be beautiful?
As for taking care of children - then he knows better.
As long as he shamelessly invites the other person to drink, brag and play cards, and occasionally compliment him, not many rebellious young people will become enemies with him.
"...He is indeed a big shot."
The kitten nodded.
The wanderer followed the kitten and asked casually: "The person the archmage brought?"
The other party did not use a code name. After all, he was a big shot and was not afraid of ordinary curses. Moreover, he usually showed up in public, and this was not the case. But because of this, Drifter could not remember the other party's name.
"It's bigger than that."
Approaching the door, the kitten's voice became lower.
She whispered: "You can't be disrespectful to adults..."
...Ha, I want to see which big shot is so arrogant.
The rogue sneered, not taking Kitty's words to heart at all.
He has no family, no job, and no scruples. When pressed, he can have a fight with the other person. His life is not worth anything anyway. It would not be a loss if we all fall into the river of dreams together...
...But there is no need to involve other people.
The wanderer thought so, took two quick steps and rushed to the kitten, and pushed open the door of the living room.
Under the bright light of the rune lamp, the crowd gathered together.
When the blond young man in the middle of the crowd heard this, he turned around and smiled gently: "Is this the vagabond?"
The young man had two strange protrusions on his head, which reminded the wanderer of a deer growing antlers.
——That kind of bright and warm radiance allowed Drifter, a survival expert, to capture the identity of the other party.
Survival experts can rely on intuition to keenly judge the opponent's occupation type and label the opponent with up to six labels. The labels customized by the rogue are "good at poison", "good at curses", "good at illusions", "spell caster"
", "Healer", "can see through invisibility", every time he looks at a person, if the other person meets one of these six conditions, the "most suitable tag" will be automatically triggered, and the strength of the other person will be roughly judged.
When he looked at the other person's identity, he clearly perceived the other person's occupation.
That's a "healer".
And it is far stronger than myself...that is to say, the fifth energy level.
Coupled with the thorn patterns on the opponent's body...this kind of luxurious robe...
...My dear, he’s not a cardinal, is he?
Human Cardinal? No, it doesn’t seem to be human. How can humans grow horns...
The wanderer thought so and looked at the white-haired female companion beside the young man.
That delicate and beautiful face looks as distorted as a doll. But Rogue knows that it is best not to take a look at this kind of extraordinarily beautiful woman... If he hadn't already received the deposit, before he saw it
When he saw the other party, he had already turned around and ran away.
As long as it's easy to see to a certain extent, contact for any reason is dangerous. It's just that the source of the danger is different.
And his "crisis intuition" also judged the other party's career type...
