Journey to Azeroth

Chapter 131 Huge task reward
To explore Midas Castle and find the grandson of the old mayor, Karl opened his mouth and offered a sky-high price of 1000 gold coins. This price can buy a standard noble manor in any human kingdom, and it can also make a family live comfortably for a lifetime .

Karl has also thought it through carefully. Sheriff Holland Kullman has been the sheriff of South China Sea for more than 15 years. As an existence with less than one person in South China Sea and more than 100 people, he also manages the dock area with the most oil and water, 15 gold coins a year The income is not difficult, 1500 gold coins in [-] years.

Apart from some necessary expenses, the remaining gold coins should be at least 1000.

Henny Mareb was almost fainted by Carl's big hand, and finally under the persuasion of Henny Mareb, the price was overwhelmed by 500 gold coins. Although it was not as exaggerated as 1000 gold coins, it was still a lot of money. Down over 100 gold coins per person.

Just in case, to prevent Holland Kullman from going back on his word, Karl signed a formal adventurer employment contract with the awakened sheriff Holland Coleman. Erman's face was black all the time, and he was silent and silent. Now he is under a lot of pressure.

If he didn't hire a few people, it was foreseeable that he would die. The task of hiring a few people failed, not to mention that the deposit of 100 gold coins was gone, and the eldest grandson of the old mayor was not found.

In the best case, Karl and the others successfully tracked down the man and came back. The exorbitant employment fee of 500 gold coins made him bankrupt, and ten years of hard work were in vain.

"You can transfer the money once it's gone." Hernimareb could only continue to comfort him, "Sir, if there is no accident, you can still serve for five years. During this time, you can still accumulate a certain amount of wealth."

Karl couldn't be sure of Herni Mareb's position. On the surface, he was the sheriff's adjutant. All his actions today were to restore the reputation and status of the sheriff Holland Coleman, but it was also because of him. Lan Coleman is very uncomfortable now.

The truth is that Karl is not interested. After signing the employment contract, he will focus on the upcoming task of finding people.

The deposit of 100 gold coins was placed on the table. The golden gold coins shone in the light of the torch, and Cowley's eyes also shone with a light comparable to the gold coins.

Karl divided the gold coins into four equally, greeted, and stuffed his own into his pocket.

Several teammates reacted differently. Blake opened a room as soon as he got the gold coins. He had had enough of Carroll's snoring at night.

As for Carol, he went directly to the wine cellar downstairs to carry a barrel of South Sea Town spirits, planning to get drunk at night.

The next morning, Karl got up early, called up his teammates who were sleeping like dead pigs next door, had a hasty breakfast, and set off.

Leaving the hotel, headed south, passed through the bustling commercial street, bypassed the security station in front of it, and came to a white marble building, the Holy Light Church in Nanhai Town.

The Church of the Holy Light in Nanhai Town is small in scale, with a sharp roof, stained glass, solemn and solemn, all of which highlight the Church of the Holy Light's status in the human kingdom.

Soon, several people went up along the white stairs. The hall of the church was spacious and simple. The ceiling over 5 meters high made Karl feel a faint sense of vertigo. The morning sun passed through the colored glass, printing various Spots of light of different colors, a priest is preaching the teachings of the Holy Light to the believers.

"Excuse me," Karl pulled a passing pastor and asked, "Where can I find information about St. Midas?"

"Sorry, sir, these materials are the church's secrets and will not be opened to outsiders."

"This is a warrant from Sheriff Sir Holland Coleman," Carl handed a piece of parchment with a seal to the priest, explaining, "We are on business under the order of Sir Holland Coleman."

"I need to ask the bishop for instructions," the pastor looked around at the few people, nodded, and hurried away with the parchment.

A moment later, an old man wearing a bishop's robe and a top hat walked over with a walking stick, put on reading glasses on his chest, tremblingly held the parchment, and said, "Who are you?" ?!!"

The old bishop's voice was deafening, and the believers in the hall turned their heads to look at them.

"Sorry," the pastor smiled apologetically, "Bishop Maca's hearing is not very good."

"We are adventurers hired by Holland Coleman!!!"

Carol scratched her neck and yelled into the old bishop's ear.

Everyone in the church frowned, and Carl couldn't help wiping his sweat. Carol is notoriously loud, and after he deliberately raised the volume, it was deafening.

Pointing to the writing on the parchment, Carol continued to yell in the old bishop's ear: "Sheriff Holland Coleman."

"I'm hard of hearing, but I'm not blind!!" Carol's gesticulating behavior quickly aroused Bishop Maca's dissatisfaction.

A group of people watched the two yell at each other, and the wind was messy.

"Holand Coleman, that little bastard's dog leg?!!"

Carl rolled his eyes. This guy talked for a long time without grasping the point. He pulled Carol away, stepped forward, and tried to communicate with the old bishop.

Walking to the side of the old bishop, the surging magic power surrounds him, and his spiritual power is as deep as the ocean, unshakable. Karl showed a surprised expression, and several people were confused by the old bishop's appearance. His name is Maca. The old man is still a master.

At the same time that Karl felt Bishop Maca, the old bishop also felt Karl’s strength. The magic power is huge and pure, and the mental power is not high but very tenacious. good."

Even in Quel'Thalas, Karl is now able to step into the ranks of genius mages. The unknown meditation technique constantly strengthens his spiritual power, nourished by the essence of the Sunwell, coupled with his own S-level arcane manipulation, A With super arcane affinity, he is no longer the rookie who just left the troll camp.

"Master Bishop," Karl pointed to the key point on the parchment, and used his mental power to communicate with Bishop Maca, "We are looking for the missing grandson of the old mayor!"

This is also a common way of communication between spellcasters. One advantage of this way is that it can ignore language barriers. The old bishop's hearing also strictly limits his ability to communicate, and the disappearance of the mayor's eldest grandson is currently a secret. It cannot be disclosed to the outside world.

"Little Butch's grandson?" Bishop Maca flicked the parchment and asked.

"Yes," Carl nodded, but Carl couldn't help laughing when he thought of the old mayor who was about to lose his teeth and turned into a little Butch in the mouth of Bishop Maca.

(End of this chapter)