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Chapter 93 Heroes

"...So, Dragonborn, I still have to trouble you to represent us and contact the NPC named 'Anvis'.

Since you have the status of his follower, we need to use your means to contact him."

After briefly explaining the club's decision, he shook the dark red inferior wine in the glass with his sharp sword and did not take a second sip. At the same time, he looked at the Dragonborn with a serious face.

The professional players of White Light Athletics have a very clear division of labor. For all kinds of matters that need to be negotiated with players or NPCs, the salty fish poet in front of them is usually the representative to handle them.

"So, what about my benefits, Xiaojian?"

After glancing at the bard who had a businesslike negotiating attitude, the last dragonborn leaned back on the creaking old wooden bar chair and smiled lazily.

"Are you willing to come back? If you are willing, the club can sign with you again immediately and all terms can be negotiated."

Not surprised by the question raised by Dragonborn, Sharp Sword pushed up his glasses out of habit, and then realized that he was not wearing glasses in the game.

"Sorry, when I terminated my contract with White Light Club, I was no longer prepared to be bound by any club.

Now, I hope to be able to play the game according to my personal wishes instead of having to perform tasks assigned by the club."

Listening to the sharp sword soliciting him again, the elf was silent for a moment and simply rejected his proposal.

"I knew your choice would be like this."

Hearing the last dragonborn's answer, Sharp Sword nodded without surprise.

"So, based on the research and decision of the club's senior management, I hope to hire you as Baiguang's special foreign aid player."

"Every month, the club will pay you a fixed salary and will not interfere with your normal games.

Of course, this salary is much less than that of a regular member, and it is incomparable to the treatment you received as captain. I hope you can understand."

After briefly introducing the treatment, Sharp Sword began to explain the responsibilities of this status.

"As a specially hired foreign aid, you need to help us with some things, and relative to the importance of your help, we will also give you additional bonuses.

This bonus is not limited to real money, but can also be converted into in-game supplies. It can also provide you with support from the club when you need it."

"The style of this proposal should have been proposed by those guys in the Strategic Analysis Department, right?"

After listening to the bard's suggestion, the Dragonborn thought for a moment and finally nodded.

"This is fine, I agree."

"In addition, if you need to make any preparations, you can prepare now. I will contact Anvis at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

Collaboration was successfully achieved in a few words, and the atmosphere at the wine table became relaxed again.

"However, Dragonborn, I heard that you are running a force called the [NPC Protection Association]?"

He casually mentioned the latest news he had learned recently, and looked at the center of the tavern with his sharp sword eyes. Standing in the orange firelight of the stone fireplace, the bard told the story impassionedly.

The eyes of peers will always be attracted by another peer.

"It's nothing, just doing it for fun."

The elf spoke calmly, and then drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, looking at the poet who was telling the story.

He understands that his former team member, Sharp Sword, is the type who completely treats games as work, and the basis for all choices is to be most efficient and maximize profits.

Therefore, he was not prepared to expand on this topic.

At this time, the bard's story was gradually approaching its climax.

"...'I'm here to fight wild beasts!' A drunken female warrior said loudly in the tavern. A mercenary in the tavern stood up jokingly. 'I have one here right now.'

The female warrior walked a few steps and came to the mercenary, staring at him with such fiery eyes that she gradually lost confidence.

'Show me that beast,' she said firmly, 'I'm going to keep attacking it until it falls!'"

Hearing this, the noisy voices in the tavern became a little quieter. A group of mercenaries holding glasses of wine were waiting attentively for what would happen next.

The last dragonborn glanced at tiramisu instinctively, worried that the girl would be uncomfortable with this story.

As a former captain, he is always used to taking care of the emotions of each team member.

However, when her eyes turned away, the elf realized that she seemed to be listening more intently than those aboriginal mercenaries.

"What? Do you need sister's help to deal with your 'beast', the one with weak points and critical attacks?"

Noticing the Dragonborn's gaze, the cat-eared girl's little finger hooked provocatively, and the small black dagger in her hand silently turned in a circle.

"Thank you, no need..."

With a twitching face, the elf turned back, unable to complain about tiramisu's bad taste and personality.

He was probably under a mind-blinding spell just now, so he was worried that the kitten would not adapt to this atmosphere.

.….….

After a brief rest in the tavern, everyone left the tavern and went to the supply point in the city to pick up the combat structures that had been overhauled, and then rushed to the battle front outside the city.

The tide of dark beasts has not receded, they are just temporarily retreating from the battle line and taking a short rest.

Wearing a burst of dark red explosive dragon armor, the elf rushed out of the city alone along the snowy streets.

The surroundings were very deserted, with very few pedestrians, and most of them looked nervous. Occasionally, a carriage appeared, and it also passed by in a hurry with a rumble.

White fine snow is floating in the sky, and the howling north wind blows through the streets and alleys, covering everything with a cold silvery white.

Wreaths of holly branches and edelweiss were hung on the walls of the surrounding houses, and from time to time you could see fixed stalls that had been temporarily demolished here and there.

People were originally ready to celebrate the arrival of the annual New Year's Day, but they had to be hastily canceled due to the sudden arrival of the tide of dark beasts.

"Mom, look! What is that?"

In the distance, a little girl about four or five years old, held by her mother's hand, pointed curiously at the last dragonborn who was covered in strange armor.

She was wearing a slightly worn but very clean burlap coat, wrapped tightly like a rice dumpling, and her exposed little face was flushed with cold.

"That's the 'Construct', which is the special armor made by those mage masters, kid. The people controlled in the Construct are the same people as us. And they are going out of the city to fight against those terrible monsters outside the city."

The mother, who was also dressed in shabby linen clothes, looked at the direction indicated by her daughter, a look of respect appeared on her face, and she explained to her daughter in a low voice.

"Is that so? Then Mr. Construct, won't he be afraid when he sees those scary monsters?"

The little guy nodded ignorantly, thought for a while, and then asked with some doubts.

"Of course I will be afraid. Facing the countless monsters outside, even the legendary powerful professionals will probably feel scared."

The mother gently stroked her little head and spoke softly.

"However, for the safety of this city and us, they still stood up. So, just like your father, they are all heroes who protect us!"

The little girl nodded understandingly, her big eyes flickering as she looked at the Dragonborn's armor.

Then, under her mother's surprised gaze, she suddenly broke away from her mother's hand, waved vigorously in the direction of the last dragonborn, and gave a crisp cry.

"Mr. Construct, may the north wind bless your footsteps!"

Hearing her shout, the last dragonborn's hurried footsteps stopped.

His face turned to the little girl. Under the uneasy gaze of his mother beside him, he gently lifted up the dark red visor, revealing the young face underneath.

His light green eyes stared at the little guy. In the howling north wind, the elf smiled and waved to the innocent little girl.

"Thank you, little girl, may your future be bright--"


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