Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 152 Little Adventurer

The tavern near the gate of the city was very noisy. A little boy in his early ten years stood blankly at the entrance of the tavern, as if he was waiting for something.

Only when someone came out of the tavern did he run over and kept begging: "Are you going to venture out of the city? Take me with you. I am willing to do anything. I have strength. I am not afraid of any hardships. I am very obedient." , please take me with you."

And obviously, the little boy's pleading was meaningless, no group of adventurers would bring a stranger, let alone a strange child.

Those who are rough will naturally kick him away and say something like "Where is the wild boy, get out!".

And those who are kind-hearted will stop and say a few words: "You are still too young now. When you grow up and have strength, an adventure group will accept you." "Little brother, go home, This is not the place for you." Something like that.

But no matter whether it was driving or persuasion, the little boy still stood stubbornly at the door of the tavern, unwilling to leave, repeating his request numbly.

Finally, the tavern owner couldn't stand it anymore: "What's the matter with you, kid? Which adventure team would bring you such a drag bottle? Hurry up and go home, don't hinder my business!"

"I want to be an adventurer! I want to make money! I won't leave!" the little boy insisted.

"Make money, make money, do you think it's so easy to be an adventurer? Make money? Do you know how many adventurers die outside every year? This is not something a child of your age can do. Go home quickly." The tavern owner pushed boy hand.

"I'm not afraid of danger! I want to make money! I want to save my mother!" The little boy still insisted.

"Forget it, I'm afraid of you, here, I'll give you money, okay, go, go, go." The boss took out a few copper coins from his pocket and handed them over to the little boy.

"Hey, our boss is very kind today." The mercenary sitting at the window laughed.

The tavern owner turned his head and smiled, looking a little embarrassed: "Hey, what are you fussing about with a child, let's get rid of it."

Looking back, the boy did not leave. He clung to the money and burst into tears: "I want more money, I want twenty gold crowns, the doctor said that this can save my mother, I am going to take risks, I want to make money."

The tavern owner laughed back angrily: "Twenty gold crowns? Why don't you grab it? Ah? You know how much those adventurers in there work so hard, how much can they earn in a year? Ah? How many can earn twenty gold crowns?"

Pushed the little boy again: "Your mother is sick, we also sympathize, but this is not a place for you to find work and make money. I suggest you go to church and pray hard. Maybe the Lord Valkyrie will show mercy, and you Mother's illness is cured. Let's go, ah, don't force me to use force."

"Wait!" Following the voice, a few people came out of the tavern, and a strong man with a scar on his face pushed the tavern owner away and said to the boy, "Boy, I can take you on an adventure, as long as you are obedient and willing." Work hard, and I will let you earn these twenty gold crowns, how about it?"

"Okay! I will be obedient! I will work hard!" The little boy immediately agreed with his eyes bright.

"Hank, what do you want to do? He's still a child, you've gone too far." The tavern owner showed a look of indignation.

"Hehe, although I, Hank, am not a good person, I never lie. If this kid can really help us complete the mission, so what if we give him [-] kroner." The strong man with the scar said loudly.

"You guys, don't you want to do that task? This, this is really too dangerous!" The tavern owner opened his mouth wide.

"Wealth and wealth are in danger! He wants to make money to save his mother, so I will give him a chance! So what about the danger? Tell me, with his current state, where can he earn the twenty gold crowns?" asked the strong man with the scar.

"But, you, you can't." The tavern owner hesitated and didn't finish.

"Don't worry, of course we won't kill him on purpose, um, how about this, if we finish the mission and this kid dies again, I'll give the [-] gold crowns to his family, and we will never default on it! Everyone will do it A witness, how about it." The burly man with the scar said loudly, attracting everyone's attention.

"Justice, Boss Hank is righteous!"

"It's an opportunity, it's better than now."

"What if I survived?"

"Regardless of life or death, there is twenty gold, so there is no hesitation."

"Hey, the task still needs to be completed. If it is not completed, it will be nothing."

"Hank, can you do it, are you sure?"

Everyone in the tavern poked their heads out of the windows one after another, and everyone was chattering, fearing that the world would not be chaotic and discussing.

"I, I'll go with you! I'm not afraid of anything!" The little boy stared closely at the scarred man, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

"Okay, have courage! Anyway, we are almost ready. It's better to start sooner rather than later." The scarred man ordered to his subordinates.

He has two subordinates, one is a tall and thin man wearing leather armor with a bow, and the other is a better-looking woman who is also wearing leather armor and has a few short knives pinned to her waist.

And Hank himself, the strong man with the scar, was wearing a half body armor, with a big knife on his back, and a big bag in his hand.

Seeing them set off, the little boy quickly followed them and followed them out of the city.

After leaving the city, they didn't take the main road all the way, but turned halfway and entered the forest.

"Linda, have you found out all about it? Are those werewolf herds really gone?" the burly man with the scar asked the woman behind him.

"They're all gone, don't worry, I personally inquired about the news from the city defense army. They sent scouts to search, and they must have all gone. It is said that the gang of werewolves have gone to the north to attack the port and prepare to go to sea." The woman said. Guaranteed.

"It's good to go, it's good to go, if we are really bumped into, we will be finished. Tell me, what kind of medicine did they take, they don't stay in the deep mountains and old forests, and they all ran to our Denmark. We have closed the city for so long, and almost starved to death." The strong man with the scar complained.

The tall and thin archer pulled the little boy who was a bit behind, and said: "Those barbarians, how can they understand what they think, but if this ticket is done well, they can still earn back."

"Boy, don't fall behind, the road below is still long." The burly man with the scar turned his head and glanced at the little boy.

"I'm not tired, I won't fall behind!" the little boy insisted through gritted teeth.

"Oh, by the way, kid, what's your name." The burly man with the scar continued to ask.

"My name is Tommy, Tommy Pinkman." The little boy introduced.

"Oh, there is no one else in your family, why do you come out to make money?" the strong man with the scar asked again.

"During the last war, my father died in battle." The little boy's tone was a little low.

"Oh, it's okay, it doesn't matter. When you're working, you have to be more courageous, don't be afraid, be more flexible, move faster, and you can still complete the task and survive. Don't worry, I'm sure the twenty gold kroner Here it is!" the strong man with the scar promised again.

(End of this chapter)