Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 156 Adventurer's Guild

The town of Yandi was built on an artificial clearing with a diameter of five miles at the foot of Leishi Mountain.

It used to be the only trade route that could pass through Blackman from the border of the Kingdom of West to reach the Kingdom of Tegrila.

However, as the relationship between humans and elves deteriorated, businessmen who wanted to take this path must always be on guard against the sharp arrows that shuttled through the forest. As a result, almost all the profits earned by the businessmen were spent on hiring guards.

If things go on like this, this trade road is gradually abandoned and is occupied by shrubs and weeds, so that the whole town has lost its former prosperity.

In recent years, for unknown reasons, the number of evil humanoids in the wild mountains of Blacktman began to increase dramatically, and they continued to wreak havoc on the civilized settlements of the Goblin Wasteland.

This small town that relies on logging and fishing has gradually become a paradise for adventurers who are ready to explore the edge of Thunderstone Mountain and Blackman.

Not only can adventurers be provided with excellent horses, supplies, footholds, and equipment repair services, but there is also a service union specially established for adventurers.

Its purpose is to attract adventurers to come here, receive the task of eliminating evil creatures, get rewards, and relieve the pressure on the guards and garrison troops in the border town.

The members of the adventurer group can be described as a mixed bag of good and bad people, and they are uneven. Even killing a goblin with a wooden stick in their hands, they can proudly call themselves an adventurer.

Not only did the ruler of the Kingdom of West not stop this most restless folk group, but instead established adventurer's guilds in various monster-infested areas to serve them.

The old king also made a speech, saying: I have nothing against adventurers, let them hunt evil humanoid creatures, as long as they pay taxes.

There are rumors that it was proposed to the old king by Princess Kearney of the Kingdom, and the reason why this princess suggested it was her fiancé.

In this regard, most adventurers are convinced, because Princess Corney's fiancé is a very famous adventurer.

as usual.

In Yandi Town at dawn, the most lively place is undoubtedly the Adventurer's Guild.

This place is like a noisy downtown street, chattering adventurers gather here, waiting for the staff to post the completed entrustment tasks, then go to the lobby to receive the entrustment they want, and disappear in Leishishan or Blackman In the edge of the forest.

As for whether he can come back?
Perhaps few people care about other people's problems, and they may not even worry about it themselves.

Because most adventurers think that adventure is a game of life.

If they can persist in this way for a long time, for them, being able to open their eyes every morning is the best blessing, and every day of life is a gift.

As for bruises, broken bones, sore limbs, and occasional bouts of pain, one might think that these are mere tender caresses.

After all, there are too many things in this world that can't be achieved even with a hundred percent effort, but they must always have small expectations and dreams to try those adventures that they don't know the result of.

as usual.

These adventurers got together in groups of three or four, chatting noisily, bragging to each other about the gains they might get from their adventures.

Or smile mockingly at the unlucky ones with bandages and fresh scars on their faces, or stand in the crowd and shout to recruit players with the same experience because of the team's downsizing.

When the door of the union was opened, the noisy crowd rushed in like a tide.

The adventurers went to the lobby to hand over the quests, and then received new ones. Some of the stronger ones focused their attention on each reward column, then sighed in disappointment, turned and left.

Shrewd businessmen hand over the list of Leishishan special products they need to collect to the staff, and ask them to help release them.

There were even rare wizard apprentices who raised their heads proudly, and handed the sheepskin scrolls and deposits full of materials to the hands of the staff under the expectant eyes of countless adventurers.

as usual.

A middle-aged man dressed as a staff limped to his work position, frowning, waiting boredly for the arrival of the adventurer who hunted down the monsters on the bounty board.

"I used to be an adventurer, until I..." The staff member looked around at the lively scene in the hall, but his side was deserted and no one cared about it. He sighed with feeling, and then said Fortunately said:

"Fortunately, I'm retired. Otherwise, I might die in the forest one day. After all, there are more and more monsters..."

There are more and more monsters, he thought.

Yes, this world is terrible, and all kinds of dirty monsters have emerged.

In the past, there were only wild boars and wild wolves on Leishi Mountain at most, but now they have been replaced by gnolls and ogres.

In the past, there were only a few wolves howling at most in the forest. Now in Blackman, poachers not only need to guard against the elves in the forest, but also always be careful of owlbeasts, manticores, trolls, and even monsters rushing out of the forest. Hiding in a tree and spitting can hit a kobold or goblin.

A few days ago, an unheard of massacre occurred in a small village on the border.

A group of bandits composed of gnolls, trolls, orcs and other humanoid creatures slaughtered the farmers in the entire village in the dead of night and when the cold moon was high. Several surviving witnesses claimed that these The hunter's face was covered with hideous scars.

A drooling rural prophet uttered a fragment of his own prophecy about the future: the world is going to change.

Then, he accidentally fell into the latrine the next day and drowned, what bad luck.

Just as the staff member dozed off with his forehead resting on his forehead due to boredom, a figure walking towards here caught his attention.

As a staff member of the Adventurer's Guild, he was able to doze off boredly at his job, and he naturally knew the reason very well.

Because he was in charge of the tasks in the bounty column.

Most of the protagonists of these bounties are powerful gnoll hunters, kobold warlocks, evil elf rangers, and even bandit gangs.

There is no doubt that the prey who can honorably join the bounty list are undoubtedly very powerful.

Because these evil humanoid creatures usually have high intelligence, ordinary adventurers can't deal with them at all.

Therefore, the function of the bounty bar is not only to make it easier for powerful adventurers to receive tasks that suit them, but also to remind other adventurers to be careful of these dangerous hunters and try to avoid their range of activities when they go out.

In fact, there are very few bounty tasks that can be completed by adventurers. Most of them are jointly exterminated by the kingdom's garrison or specially hired ranger hunters.

If the monster threat is high enough to attract the attention of the entire kingdom, even powerful wizards and real monster hunters will be sent to fight in person.

This is also the fundamental reason why his position is so idle.

The staff carefully looked at the appearance of the visitor.

From appearance, this is a young adventurer.

He was wearing a rough weaver's wool coat and a thick black cloak, with his right hand casually resting on the wide-brimmed belt around his waist, and a long sword with a sheath hanging from his waist, shaking with his rhythmic footsteps .

His messy black hair had a faint golden glow under the slanting morning light, and his eyes shone like obsidian stones.

The staff saw that he was looking at everyone in the hall indifferently, his eyes swept over him, and he walked straight over.

For some reason, when he looked into those calm black eyes, he shrank instinctively, then quickly sat up straight, cleared his throat, and said, "Adventurer who came from afar, what can I do for you?" service?"

Taking advantage of the gap between his words, he quietly looked at the adventurer's boots—the dusty dust.

This familiar attire made him vaguely think of someone, but he was quickly interrupted by the other person's words.

"I'm here to hand in the reward column task." The adventurer said, standing by the counter, his eyes were like a deep cold pool, covering the staff.

"Hand in the task?" The staff member was stunned for a moment, twisted his body on the chair uncomfortably, and asked doubtfully, "Don't you know the rules here?"

After finishing speaking, he pointed to the deserted reward column not far away, and his eyes just locked on a picture depicting a goblin bear who called himself 'The Ripper', "Your Excellency, you came here empty-handed, how can we prove that you killed me?" Completed the task of the bounty bar."

"That's easy." The adventurer glanced at the reward column, and suddenly said: "It turns out that the bear goblin is called 'The Ripper', and it's not for nothing."

This is not nonsense, the staff thought to themselves:

Just because this goblin bear can tear rocks with only its claws is enough to be on the bounty list in Rockland Town.

After all, no one wants to be slapped on the forehead by these claws.For all the gods, he's incredibly fast despite being a big, stupid bear.

Just when he was thinking wildly, the staff were shocked to find that a faint white light flashed from the half-elf adventurer's hand.

Immediately afterwards, a ferocious bear-goblin head fell on his table out of thin air, making a muffled sound.

A disgusting stench filled the nostrils.

He couldn't care less about how the thing appeared, because when he smelled the stench unprepared, he almost threw up all the food he ate in the morning, so he could only concentrate on suppressing his churning stomach.

He secretly rejoiced that he was also an adventurer before, and he had long been accustomed to this kind of blood.

Then he forcibly stabilized his mind, stared wide-eyed, fixedly staring at the blood-stained black bear head on the table, shuffled around, and carefully checked every detail on the head.

Pale yellow skin covered with rough brick red hair, green and white eyes with a dull red pupil in the center, two big ears like a cooking spatula, a mouth full of sharp fangs, a nose like a bear...

Looking at the hollowed-out silver rings on the bear's ears, the dark brown beard tied up on his chin, and the impressive scar on his face, the staff carefully compared the portraits, and finally confirmed that the head was indeed from a A goblin bear called only 'The Ripper'.

He must have died in great pain during his lifetime. Those eyes full of fear were not closed until he died. The staff couldn't help thinking: How pitiful.

Damn it!How the hell would I feel sorry for a goblin bear who slaughtered humans.

"The bounty for the bear ripper is 500 gold coins. Wait a moment, sir. I will inform you..." The staff crossed out the bear from the bounty list.

"The bounty will wait for a while, and it will be calculated together at that time, but I need you to hurry up as much as possible, and don't delay my time, because I still have to go to the double door of bloodstone."

The adventurer smiled slightly, stopping the staff from getting up, and with a wave of his hand, the familiar white light appeared again.

The staff members instinctively covered their mouths and noses, their eyes stared at the table like eggs.

Immediately, the pungent stench swept across the entire adventurer hall like a plague. Most people subconsciously frowned and turned to look in the direction of the source of the stench.

"This is?"

"Can not believe it!"

Suddenly, such a pile of terrifying and ferocious heads appeared on the staff's desktop, and the adventurers who recognized their identities suddenly exclaimed.

The voice quickly attracted everyone's attention.

"I know the head of this kobold and the head of a goblin. These two little guys are known as 'Two Bandits of the Wilderness'." A sharp-eyed adventurer recognized the two smallest heads among them, and introduced to the uninformed:

"The kobold warlock is called Rick, and the goblin wanderer is called Fahn. During the upcoming competition in Golden Feather City, Rick suddenly awakened his magical talent in a fight with the goblins. This son of a bitch The kobolds directly caused two fires, four knife fights, one rape, and countless robberies.

Rick is a circus goblin. While performing acrobatics, he slipped away and released a caged ogre, sneaked into the stable, and freed all the horses. They even took advantage of the dwarves and halflings drinking and making troubles to provoke a racial discrimination war..."

"Fuck you!" Another adventurer in a gray robe cursed, interrupted the other party's words, and said:
"What the hell you said happened more than two months ago. It turns out that these two sons of bitches escaped from Golden Feather City together and wandered around the Goblin Wilderness with a group of goblins. And the kobolds, it can be said that they do all kinds of evil.

Two days ago, the Zhanlan Chamber of Commerce was robbed, and the mob of goblins and kobolds rushed over from the top of the mountain like a tide, running faster than rabbits, making people's legs tremble in fright. It is said that the lord of Blackstone Castle is ready to send out cavalry up. "

"What's so scary, isn't this already dead?"

A strong man said regretfully: "It's a pity, otherwise I would have thought of meeting them. Watch me punch the goblin wilderness kobold and kick the little goblin in Thunderstone Mountain."

Contemptuous glances and boos were all enthusiastically sent to this 'fearless' adventurer.

"I also know the heads of those jackals, trolls and orcs!"

Another exclamation came from the crowd, "They all have scars on their faces, they must be believers of a 'God of Hunting' church that has just risen up recently, this group of cruel bastards only pick on the night of the full moon , hold the bloodiest hunting ceremony, to please their evil god..."

"There are werewolves, manticores, owlbeasts, harpies..."

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Among the exclamations and unbelievable gazes of the adventurers, few noticed the adventurer in a black cloak standing aside.

"It turned out to be Brian of Tigrila, a powerful swordsman and monster hunter."

When the adventurer took the bounty and left without a sound, someone finally recognized his identity.

"These titles have long been outdated. He is now the Duke of Zilong in Longshou Harbor and the Storm Islands, and the fiancé of the princess of the Kingdom of West." Another adventurer added:

"Even the majestic Duke is working so hard, what right do we mediocre fish have to complain about suffering and tiredness?"

"It turned out to be Brian from Tigrila, no wonder it looks so familiar."

The staff member wiped the blood on the table with a handkerchief, and muttered, "To the Bloodstone Double Door Fortress? He is planning to go to the Kingdom of Amastacia."

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(End of this chapter)