Chapter 45

It seems that even if there is no hostile relationship between the demon king and the brave, the grudge between the two people is still not light, and the hostility still exists.

"Hey, is there any other way?"

Merlin sighed, her face full of sadness.

"Merlin, what's the matter?"

Martha came over and watched Merlin sighing in the dark for a long time.

"Nothing..." Merlin put down the cup, picked up the other and continued to wipe.

"You are so depressed today. You are not working anymore." Martha smiled and asked curiously, "If you have any troubles, you can tell me, after all, I am older than you."

Sister Martha, stop making trouble.

I am two hundred years old.

In terms of humans, he is already an old man...

Chapter 61: Reward and More

Merlin smiled with a weird expression, did not reject Martha's kindness, so she told her troubles.

"So that's the case. You want to be an adventurer. It looks like you have found your next goal." Martha said with a smile.

"Yes, it's a pity that I don't have magic and grudge, and the fellow Alice won't recommend me." Merlin looked sad.

"It must be that your words are not sincere enough? Lord Alice looks like a very good person. As long as she speaks well, she will agree." Martha encouraged Merlin.

Merlin smiled bitterly, thinking that Sister Martha didn't know that she was grudges against Alice, how could it be easy to convince her to help herself?Alice has a big prejudice against herself, and it is estimated that her previous hostile thinking is still there.

"By the way, Sister Martha, you know a lot, what kind of career is an adventurer?"

Merlin didn't know much about this business, so she asked Martha about it.

"Adventurer is a profession with gambling colors." Martha replied lightly.

"Gambling?" Merlin frowned.

"Well, hope and death coexist. It is indeed very profitable to complete high-level commissions. Therefore, for many desperate guys, it is a career of hope and can earn wealth in a short time. But this career is also perilous and faces unknown dangers at any time. I don’t know how many adventurers died in the commission, and many did not even leave their names."

"Is that so..." Merlin felt that Martha's words were a bit sad, but it is normal for high returns to face high risks.

Martha's words didn't make Melindo afraid, but made him more eager to try. If someone could kill himself, that would be great, because it was strong enough, and his curse would be lifted.

"However, it is not accurate to generalize with hope and death..." Martha paused and said seriously, "Adventurers are gambling with their future. Money is not the main thing to gain, but the main gain is freedom. , Unfettered life, this is why many people will become adventurers without lack of money."

"That's it, haha..." Merlin laughed dryly, thinking that if he wanted to eat and wait to die, would it be considered an expression of advocating freedom?

"If you want to be an adventurer, Merlin, remember not to accept dangerous commissions. Without magic and vindictiveness, you are still too weak. If you accept something that is easier, there is no problem supporting your family. Don't put yourself in danger. In." Martha exhorted in the same tone as her sister.

Even if I don't have magical powers and grudges, I still make my scalp numb!

Several black lines slid out of Merlin's forehead, wondering that he was so weak like a chicken?

"Unexpectedly, you planned to leave. I thought I could get along for a while." Martha showed a bit of sadness, it is rare to meet a good person like Merlin.

"Sister Martha, thank you for taking care of me during this time." Merlin was already determined to leave.

"This is what I said. It has helped me a lot, and it's still a money maker. At first, I was worried that you are an abusive person. I didn't expect it to be just an appearance." Martha showed a bright smile.

Merlin smiled indifferently and didn't speak much. He was used to being misunderstood. The green hats he gave people in Scotland were all fake, but some things were unclear.

"Henry this boy doesn't know where to go to play, I'll go out and look for it, can you help to see the store?" Martha brought an umbrella to prevent it from raining halfway.

"Well, I will." Merlin nodded, thinking that Henry, the bear boy, really didn't let his mother worry.

Martha turned and left, but there was another thing that made her care, so she turned around and asked, "Merlin, have you seen the three silver adventurers who were drinking here the other day?"

Merlin thought for a while, shook his head and said

"No……"

Outside the walls of the village.

Under the cover of dark clouds, it was pitch black and quiet.

Thick darkness, like a monster lurking.

The handsome swordsman was also one of the three adventurers who had been drinking in the tavern before.

He held a torch, walked concealed, and came limply alone.

It seemed that he was the only person, and his whole body was wounded, and he looked very embarrassed. Although there was a simple dressing, the redness of the wound was still shocking.

The swordsman went under the city wall and looked around. There were several bonfires on it, and there were obviously guards guarding it.

"Excuse me... anyone!"

After a while, it was above the city wall.

A drunk guard stood up, dangling with a wine bottle, seemingly drunk, with a red nose, is it still hiccuping?

"Fuck...who! It's closed now, don't you know! Hiccups~"

"I am an adventurer who left the village a few days ago! I am back after executing the commission! Please open the city gate!"

The swordsman had a pained expression and yelled at his neck to facilitate communication.

"Now is not the time to open the city gate, you can't open it! Get out!"

The guard took another sip of wine, seemingly not catching a cold.

"I beg you, my companions are dead, and now I am all wounded, please help me!"

The swordsman was a little eager, and his tone was very moving.

"It's so annoying..." The guard yelled a little bit tirelessly, "Bring the torch closer, I want to confirm your identity!"

The swordsman was obedient and illuminated his face with a torch. He was obviously no longer handsome, with bloodstained bruises and various wounds.

"Really injured?" The guard was taken aback, half awake from alcohol, and seemed to be somewhat impressed by the three silver adventurers who had left the other day.

"For the sake of the goddess Maria, save me!" the swordsman pleaded.

"It's really troublesome, make an exception this time!"

The guard opened the city gate cursingly, looking very unhappy.

"Unlucky, let me encounter this kind of thing, disturbing Lao Tzu's good dream..."

The city gate rang out with the sound of gears turning, the chain clashed, and the heavy gate was slowly lowered until it opened!

"Come in! What are you doing in a daze?" Seeing the swordsman motionless, the guard couldn't help being a little surprised.

The swordsman was holding a torch, standing alone in the dark, looking very small, he knelt down, crying and apologizing.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I...I just want to save my fiancée! I'm sorry..."

The swordsman's voice echoed, and the pitch-black wilderness instantly lit up a flame of despair.

Countless torches were lit up instantly, illuminating the city gate like day, stretching for nearly a thousand meters, surrounded by countless torches, in the dark night like a dragon.

Rumble sounds came from here, the sound of armor rubbing constantly.

The long tongues of the goblins swallowed and the scarlet eyes were very weird, making a squeaking sound like a swarm of locusts.

In the distance, there was a red face like a big lantern, and a giant black figure strode heavy. It was a giant goblin.

The pretending goblin has been lurking in the dark for a long time, waiting for the moment the city gate is down, and launching an attack.

The guard at the city gate was dumbfounded, his legs weakened with fright, and he was completely awake from the wine.

Seeing countless goblins holding torches pouring here, it was too late to pull back the city gate.

"Brother... Goblin..."

"Goblin is siege the city!!"

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The countless green goblins roared and roared, and the short sword in his hand was already hungry and thirsty.

The flames surrounded each other, forming a long dragon rushing forward.

The swordsman knelt down lonely, letting the heavily armed goblin warriors trample by.

He burst into tears and hated his incompetence secretly. He could only make a compromise choice and put the villagers in a life-threatening situation.

"Big... big things are not good..."

The guard fell to the ground in fright, with a terrifying expression, his pale face blended with cold sweat.

Since it is too late to pull the gate, it is good to report the residents to the police, and run away!

The guards gathered their courage, stood up, and touched the alarm bell with their hands.

"The goblin army is coming! Everyone, hurry up... Ga!"