MTL - Cthulhu Gonfalon-Chapter 16

Gerard and Yan Xiong naturally did not think that they had been targeted by the thieves' guild in Huishi Town.

Some valuable things that were collected from the ruins of Baiye Village were sold, and about ten gold coins were scrapped together. With regard to this money, it is because Gerrard’s appearance is too oppressive, and the owner of the grocery store is scared enough to get it.

"The old man is really dark, a big bag of things only sells such a little money!" Yan Xiong was indignant, "The profiteer is home!"

Gerrard is very open to see: "Your Majesty, there are a lot of ten gold coins. The usual expenses of the villagers are calculated by copper coins."

"Ten copper coins for a silver coin, ten silver coins for a gold coin... So I think we have a thousand copper coins, it seems that it is quite a lot. Then go buy some equipment for you, your robe is just like the 乞丐""

"Still forget it, the equipment that ten gold coins can buy is not as good as the defense of my own body." Gerrard scratched his head and smiled thickly.

Yan Xiong is speechless. When he suspects that he has made his body to Gerard, isn't his head made fine enough, and the circuit of the brain's epidermis is less, otherwise why is such a big head and the thoughts so simple and peaceful? This guy didn't seem to be like this when he was a ghost.

But he turned to think, there is never a saying that the head is equal to the high intelligence. Perhaps Gerrard’s guy is stupid, but after a ghost, he is occasionally smart for a while...

Forget it, anyway, I have to look after myself. This guy is a bit stupid and will not be sold. Let it be natural.

It is certainly impossible for Gerard to know the idea of ​​Kazuo. He carried his backpack and walked freely on the street. Because the block was too tall and strong, he occupied a small half of the street alone, and everyone in the past had nothing to look at, and more than one person was talking in secret.

"Look! The guy is really tall!"

"Not only is it high, you see how strong he is! The arm is thicker than our waist!"

"This big block, how much rice to eat?"

"This man is tall and strong, but his movements are very flexible. It is a good material for practicing martial arts! If he can recruit him to our team, it will be a top master after a little training! It will definitely be a lot easier after the mission!"

"The giant family is straightforward and talented, and the talent is even better. It is rare to encounter such a good talent in this northwest town. The old man must try to guide, even if he can't let him join my master, at least it will not go to evil. The road is fine!"

"Hey! Where is the giant in this place? It seems that it is not an ordinary giant, I am afraid that it is a young shaman. Hey, maybe you can use this simple guy to make a contribution to my career..."

"What a strong life! This is a natural druid! If you can convince him to accept our ideas, I must give my life to learn, so even if I am dead, Drew in the northwestern town. The Iraqi organization is also a successor!"

"Hey, this big man must be a good material. If he uses raw materials, he might be able to refine a death knight that is strong enough to sweep the silver level...maybe, maybe it's a golden order..."

These people's voices are not very loud, mixed in a mess of noisy, even if Gerald Er Cong is not aware of it. However, Gerrard could not detect it, but he was aware of it.

The voices and sights of ordinary people are not bad. There are several peepers who are extraordinary in strength, which makes him naturally feel. With his powerful perceptual ability, once the induction is generated, those people are far away, the voice is very light, and as clear as the yelling in front of him.

"Gerard, there are a few people who are paying attention to you." He said to Gerard with his thoughts.

"Your Majesty, I am so big, it is normal to be noticed."

"Is it big? I think it's quite ordinary. They are too short..." Hey, he didn't realize that his understanding of height had a serious deviation. "But those are not ordinary people. I Give you an introduction."

"Hey, the first one is on the table at the door of the hotel, with a few people eating together, he wants to pull you in."

Gerard didn't look at it and replied casually: "That should be a team of adventurers. Such adventurers are very common. I was also an adventurer."

"Oh, I want to pull you together to form a black team, understand, understand. The second is the little broken temple door, wearing the old armor, he wants to guide you to be a good person."

Gerard looked over there, saw the old man who was smiling at himself, and saw the silver-white balance and shield logo at the entrance of the temple. He smiled and said: "That is the master of the balance - that is, the **** of justice." - The guardian of the temple, the **** of justice is a famous good god, they are considered to be rare good forces in the northwest."

"That's not bad, at least not worrying about selling teammates. The third is the hawker who sells fruit on the roadside. He wants to use you. It's strange that this place sells fruit is also a bit of a skill, his skill is still still The old man wearing armor!"

Gerard was secretly surprised. He looked carefully with the corner of his eye and said, "I don't know this person, but this area does not produce fruit. It is a proof of strength. It is a proof of strength. I guess this person. Perhaps it is the Thieves Guild or the Smugglers Association. Most of them believe in evil spirits and are not easy to get along with!"

"To put it bluntly, it is the black man who is equipped with black equipment. It is far from him! The fourth is the thin man who is sitting on the side of the road, wearing a simple robes, a wooden stick, and the top of the stick. ""

"Your Majesty, that is the Druid. They follow the path of balance, neither good nor evil. But in this area, their behavior tends to be good camp." Gerrard explained.

"That is to say, they say, 'I am not a good person, but I happen to hate bad guys, right?' Right?"

"Yes."

"That's good. He is very kind to you, wants to give you all the skills, let you be his descendant."

Gerard was happy, but he shook his head. "Although I also want to learn the skills of the Druids, I have already served you, and it is not suitable for them to join the gods who believe in the natural gods."

"What a pity..." Yan Xiong sighed and continued to introduce. "The last thing worth noting is that it is standing in the shadow of the roadside, wrapped in a black robe. He is completely malicious to you, wants Take you to be a material and refine the death knight."

Gerrard stopped and turned to look at the direction pointed by Xiongxiong. There was a black robe who was hiding in the corner and secretly spying on himself.

Seeing him look at the past, the black robe pulled a robes and covered his face.

"Your Majesty, is he right?"

"Yes."

Gerrard immediately took a big step and rushed toward the black robe. He yelled in his mouth: "You are afraid to count me as the necromancer of the corpse!"

The black robe did not expect that his own peeping in the distance would be discovered, and even his identity was seen through, and he was shocked. Seeing Gerrard rushing like a tiger down the mountain, he didn't even think about it. He directly activated a magical item, surrounded by a circle of white light, and disappeared without a trace.

"Damn!" Gerrard could only catch up with him, but he was run by this guy, and he didn't want to hit a place. "This is a transmission spell. These casters are really slippery like fish!"

"I can track his whereabouts, do you want to chase?"

Gerrard hesitated, or gave up this tempting suggestion: "The location of the Master's transmission, there are many spell traps, and maybe even the headquarters of their organization. Still not to mess with this trouble..."

This small conflict is not eye-catching, but it has made many people with a bright heart.

The Necromancer is definitely not a weak person. It is also a sly character in this town of Gem, and it has some notoriety. However, in front of Gerrard, he did not even have the ability to fight back, and even did not have time to recite the curse, directly used the life-saving cards.

Gerrard's speed is too fast, at least one street between the two, he actually rushed over in a few steps. And at such a long distance, I can still find that the Necromancer is concealing him... This seemingly thick and even stupid giant is a big man, obviously with amazing sensitivity and unusual agile reaction, look at him again. The strength of the body is almost the same as the wall, the strength will certainly not be small, the physical quality is not to mention. Probably, except for a little lower intelligence, he is a perfect talent!

Then the guardian of the temple wearing the old armor walked straight out of the temple and walked to Gerard. But before he came to Gerrard, the seller who sold the fruit had already gone.

"Sir, do you want to eat a fruit?" He laughed at the harmless animals and animals. "One word, white."

“Why?” Gerald asked cautiously.

"The necromancer of the corpse is the public enemy of all of us." The hawker said with a smile, "You scared him, it is worth giving me a fruit."

Gerard shook his head: "Your fruit, I dare not eat."

After that, he waited for the hawker to react and left the diameter.

The hawker stood in the same place, his eyes gloomy for a while, but he sneered back to the stall. When he returned to the back of the stall, he had already recovered his previous appearance, and the human and animal laughter was harmless.

Gerrard did not go far, the old guard of the temple has come to him.

"I hope that a fair balance will bless you with a reward." He said, "Young people, do you have unusual physical qualities and are interested in learning some combat skills?"

"Fighting? I will," Gerrard said.

"But I believe that you are mastering some relatively crude and simple techniques, such as violent attack or jumping." The old man said with a smile, "Of course, with your body, relying on that skill alone is enough. Let's make a name for yourself, but why don't you learn something higher-end? I can teach you some more effective combat skills, so that you can knock down the enemy faster and try to avoid yourself hurting."

"Injured?" Gerard smiled, picking up a short knife on the roadside selling a piece of the adventurer's stall and cutting it toward his arm.

The sharp blade was cut on the undefended arm, making a dull sound like cutting on hard wood. When he lifted the knife and gave it to the adventurer, everyone saw that his arm was unharmed, not even a single print.

Seeing this scene, more than one person exclaimed.

"Natural armor!"