The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

Harold moved his eyebrows: "Don't hang your appetite."

I spread my hands and said, "You really don't know how to humor."

Then, I said, "Actually, the reason why I said that was to arouse your interest. If I asked you if there were any enemies in the Hefeng Continent, you would probably say yes. Then, this topic would be impossible. Chat again."

"But!" I smiled schemingly again: "If I ask you if you have an enemy in Ai Ruicheng, you will not answer so easily, and you will even suspect that I have any purpose. The reason is simple, because you are Ai Ruicheng. Captain defending the city, if someone feuds you, it will be difficult for your work to continue."

"So you asked me if I have an enemy in this city?" Harold smiled, "This is really a good idea."

"Thank you for the compliment." I grinned, shook the glass bottle, and asked, "Can I have another bottle of grape juice?"

Harold sighed, shook his head, got up, opened the storage cabinet again, and took out another good bottle of grape juice.

I was also at the same time, feeling the cool breath again.

Opening the lid, I gurgled up and drank again, wiped my mouth, stared at the glass bottle and asked, "Where did I buy this thing?"

Harold said: "This thing was shipped from Moonlight City, and you can't buy it in Eri City."

"Ha, it's still imported goods, the price must not be cheap?" I asked casually.

"It's okay," Harold said calmly in German: "One gold coin and one bottle."

Puff!

I almost choked on my saliva, my eyes widened in surprise, I couldn't believe it, and asked again: "How much do you say?"

"I said it's a gold coin and a bottle." Harold shook the glass, staring at the dark purple liquid swaying in the glass, and said lightly: "And, it's just the original price."

"I... fuck!"

There seemed to be an egg stuck in my throat, and it took a long time before these two words popped out.

"What's this grape juice? You are hacked, let me say" I couldn't say anything: "Why is it so expensive, can you live forever after drinking it?"

"It's impossible to live forever," Harold said. "However, it is possible to relieve fatigue or something."

"That wouldn't be so expensive!" With the thought of'you are a fat sheep', I jokingly said: "It won't be because you exposed your identity as a local tyrant in front of them, and then you were maliciously included and slaughtered. The list is up."

"How come!" Harold said with a funny expression, "The elves are not the kind of people you think."

"Tsk" I showed a low expression of you, and said, "Are you familiar with elves?"

"It's not familiar, but I've dealt with it a few times."

"Then you are so sure..."

"It's not just that I'm so sure," Harold said. "The people in the entire Hefeng Continent know their personality, staid, serious, meticulous, and absolutely fair. You just need to rest assured that you can deal with them."

"There is still this saying..." I mumbled.

"Don't you know?" Harold raised his brow and looked at me with a serious expression: "Or are you pretending to be stupid?"

I spread my hands and said, "Do you think I am pretending to be stupid? I really don't know."

"Your parents didn't tell you the story of the elves when you were young?" Harold said: "Those things that are listed as textbooks and circulated, and even praised as praise in some places."

"It's a pity that I haven't heard of it." I spread my hands again: "Moreover, I think you praised the elves' words and deeds a little too high, aren't they also ordinary people like us."

Harold stared at me, the brilliance in his eyes changed from complex to single, full of sympathy: "It's a sad child who didn't even have a childhood."

My eyes twitched, I really wanted to call a bottle to Harold's mocking face and pat him with nosebleeds.

However, given the thickness of his face and the strength of his nasal bones, this small glass bottle is probably a difficult task.

Giving up the idea of ​​calling his face, I put down the bottle, leaned back, stretched my waist, looked at the magic light on the ceiling, suddenly remembered something, and said, "I said, Harold."

"Ok?"

"When you fought today, was the white light that emerged from your body your combat skills?"

Harold shook his head and said, "No."

"Oh? Then what is this?" I came again interested.

"Hmm... how do you put it?" He organized the language and said: "It should be regarded as a kind of change."

"Fade?" I became more interested: "What is that? Tell me."

Harold's face was a bit difficult: "I don't know the details. When you reach the tenth level, you will naturally understand."

"Oh, I don't want to say it, why don't you get a tenth level bar to perfuse me."

I looked contemptuous and disdainful.

Harold was helpless and a little wronged: "I really didn't lie to you. After reaching level ten, at the adventurer base, someone will take you to pray in front of the biggest **** of creation in the base. After that, you will get After completing a task, you will be able to get something similar to talent. After this thing is turned on, it will greatly enhance your strength. All I know is that."

Looking at Harold's innocent and helpless expression, I said: "Well, I believe you, but I think it seems like you are struggling to turn on the white light, and it doesn't last long, and that Xu Tengbo It seems to be a lot easier than you. Is there a good or bad point in this change?"

"There is no difference between the good and the bad as you said," Harold explained: "Xu Tengbo started smoothly than me because he completed more tasks than me."

"Quantity? Is there not only one task?"

"When did I say that there is only one mission?" Harold said: "The mission is a series. Each time you complete one, your strength will become stronger."

"Oh? That's not bad. Since there is such a good thing, why don't you finish it as soon as possible?"

"Simply put it" Harold said: "You know that some tasks are very difficult, and even my life is in danger."

"Then you will be promoted and then continue to do the task" I said casually.

"This is the problem" Harold said with a bitter expression: "Once you step into the eleventh level, your mission will be all over. How much stronger you have before, and then you can only continue to upgrade based on this."

"Then all the tasks that were not done before will be discarded? Those strengths that have not been improved can no longer be improved?"

Harold nodded: "Exactly."

"Then you guys are really bitter enough." I gloated and said: "I sympathize with you a little bit now."

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