Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes-Chapter 318 - 93: Hero

"...So, Dragon Descendant, we will still need to trouble you to represent us and contact that NPC named ’Anvis.’

Because you have the identity of his follower, we need to use your connection to reach out to him."

After briefly explaining the club’s decision, Sharp Sword swirled the dark red, inferior-quality wine in his glass without taking another sip, while he seriously looked at Dragon Descendant.

The division of labor among White Light Esports’ Professional Players is very clear, and for all kinds of negotiations with players or NPCs, it is usually this lazy poet in front of us who acts as a representative to handle them.

"So, what’s in it for me, Little Sword?"

Looking at the Minstrel who was all business in his negotiating stance, the Last Dragon Descendant leaned back in the creaking old tavern chair, smiling lazily.

"Would you like to come back? If you’re willing, the club can sign a new contract with you right away, and we can discuss all the terms."

Not surprised by Dragon Descendant’s question, Sharp Sword instinctively pushed up his glasses, before he realized that he doesn’t wear glasses in the game.

"Sorry, ever since I terminated my contract with White Light Club, I’ve had no intention of being bound by any club again.

Now, I prefer to play entirely according to my own wishes, rather than having to carry out tasks assigned by the club."

Listening to Sharp Sword’s attempt to recruit him again, the Elf fell silent for a moment and then firmly rejected his proposal.

"I knew you would make such a choice."

Hearing the Last Dragon Descendant’s reply, Sharp Sword nodded unsurprisingly.

"Therefore, based on the senior club’s strategic decision, we wish to hire you as a Special Consultant Player for White Light."

"Each month, the club will provide you with a fixed salary, and we will not interfere with your regular gaming.

Of course, this salary is much less than that of the official team members, and even less compared to what you used to receive as team captain, and we hope you understand."

After briefly introducing the offer, Sharp Sword started to explain the responsibilities of this identity.

"As a Special Consultant, you would need to assist us with certain matters, and in return for the importance of your assistance, we will provide you with additional bonuses.

These bonuses aren’t limited to real-world money; they can also be converted into in-game resources. Or we can offer support from the club side when you need it."

"This proposal’s style must’ve been concocted by those guys from the strategic analysis department, right?"

After listening to the Minstrel’s proposal, Dragon Descendant contemplated for a moment, then finally nodded.

"This I can do; I accept." ƒгeewebnovёl_com

"Also, if there are any preparations you need to make, you can go ahead and do them now. I will contact Anvis at eight o’clock tomorrow morning."

With just a few words, the deal for collaboration was successfully made, and the atmosphere around the table became relaxed once again.

"However, Dragon Descendant, I heard you’ve been setting up an organization called the ’NPC Protection Association’?"

Sharp Sword casually brought up the new information he had recently heard, his gaze falling on the Minstrel standing in the center of the small tavern, passionately recounting a story in the orange glow of the stone fireplace,

a fellow traveler’s gaze always being attracted by another traveler.

"It’s nothing, just something I’m doing for fun."

The Elf spoke indifferently, then downed the wine in his glass in one go, his gaze also shifting to the story-telling poet.

He knew his former teammate well; Sharp Sword was the type who completely treated the game as work, choosing everything only for maximum efficiency and profit.

So, he preferred not to extend the conversation on this topic.

Just then, the Minstrel’s story was also reaching its climax.

"... ’I am here to fight beasts!’ exclaimed the drunken female warrior loudly in the tavern. A mercenary jokingly stood up straight. ’I’ve got one right here.’

Walking a few steps, the woman approached the mercenary, her fiery gaze gradually draining his confidence.

’Let’s see that beast,’ she declared resolutely, ’I’ll keep attacking it until it falls!’"

Hearing this, the boisterous noise in the tavern died down a bit, as a group of burly mercenaries held up their mugs, listening intently and waiting for the story to unfold.

The Last Dragon Descendant instinctively glanced at Tiramisu, concerned that the girl might feel uncomfortable with the story,

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

However, when he turned his gaze her way, the Elf discovered, to his surprise, that she seemed even more focused than the native mercenaries were.

"What’s the matter? Need your sister to take care of your ’beast’ for you? The kind that hits a weak spot for critical damage?"

Noticing the Dragon Descendant’s glance, the cat-eared girl provocatively curled her little finger and silently twirled her pitch-black dagger.

"Thank you, no need..."

His face twitched, the Elf turned his head away, powerless to tease Tiramisu back for her wicked sense of humor.

Just now, he must have been afflicted by the Mind Blinding Technique to even worry that the little cat would be uncomfortable with the atmosphere.

...

After a brief rest in the tavern, the group left and headed back into the city to the supply point to collect their combat gear that had been checked and repaired, before rushing to the frontline outside the city.

The Dark Beast Tide had not receded; they were merely temporarily retreating from the frontline for a brief respite.

Dressed in a dark red Blazing Flying Dragon Armor, the Elf made his way alone through the snowy streets toward the outskirts of the city.

The surrounding area was very quiet, with few pedestrians, most of whom wore a look of tension on their faces. An occasional carriage also hurried by with a rumbling sound.

White fine snow floated in the sky, and the howling northern wind swept through the streets and alleys, covering everything with a cold blanket of silver and white.

On the walls of the houses around, wreaths made of Ilex Wood branches and Snowball flowers hung, and here and there one could see temporary stalls hastily taken down.

The people were ready to celebrate the annual New Year Festival, but had to hurriedly cancel it due to the sudden onset of the Dark Beast Tide.

"Mommy, look! What’s that?"

In the distance, a little girl about four or five years old, having her hand held by her mother, pointed curiously at the Last Dragon Descendant in his strange armor.

She was dressed in a somewhat ragged but very clean coarse linen coat, wrapped up tightly like a dumpling, with her little face exposed and reddened from the cold.

"That’s ’mechanical armor,’ made by the Mage gentlemen, special stuff, kid. Inside the armor, it’s people like us who are controlling it. They are about to leave the city to fight those terrible Magic Beasts outside."

The mother, also dressed in ragged linen clothes, glanced in the direction her daughter was pointing, a look of respect involuntarily appearing on her face as she quietly explained to her daughter.

"Is that so? Isn’t the man in the mechanical armor afraid when he sees those terrifying monsters?"

The little girl nodded naively, pondered for a moment, and then asked with some confusion.

"Of course, they would be afraid too. Facing those countless monsters outside, even the legendary Professionals would probably feel fear."

The mother gently stroked her little head, speaking softly.

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

The little girl nodded in understanding, her big eyes sparkling as she looked at the Dragon Descendant’s armor.

Then, to her mother’s astonishment, she suddenly wriggled out of her mother’s grasp, waved vigorously in the direction of the Last Dragon Descendant, and called out sweetly.

"Mr. Mechanical Armor, may the northern wind bless your journey!"

Hearing her shout, the Last Dragon Descendant’s hurried pace paused.

Turning his face towards the little girl, under the somewhat anxious gaze of the mother beside him, he gently lifted the dark red visor of the armor, revealing the youthful face underneath.

With pale green eyes looking at the small child, the Elf smiled in the howling northern wind and waved back at the innocent little girl.

"Thank you, little girl, may your path lead to the light—"

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