The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

I was sighing, a thought formed in my heart, and I stopped.

There is no money to find a doctor with better medical skills...

This does not seem to be a very troublesome problem.

As a well-known doctor in Ai Ruicheng, although he is personally distinguished when he sees him on weekdays, he also scores for whom.

It may be true for us unknown flat-headed little white people.

But what if the object you are facing is replaced by a certain noble and powerful incumbent?

Perhaps, it will be another situation.

I have no money or power, it doesn't matter, as long as there is the kind of rich, powerful, and powerful in my relationship circle.

Two people suddenly appeared in his mind: Rodney and Harold.

One is one of the future heirs of Eri City, and the other is the second place in Eri City, the power-holder of the real power faction, and the captain of Eri City's defense.

As long as either of these two people comes forward, I believe that those famous doctors with extremely high vision will have to bow their heads.

After all, no matter which one offends, their lives will not be better now or in the future.

After thinking about this idea in my heart, I will start to wonder which one to find to help me.

Rodney is very talkative and has inexplicable trust in me. Even in my opinion, as a serious sister-in-law, he even recommended his sister to me more than once. From these perspectives, looking for him, maybe It is the best and fastest way, but for some reason, I have always resisted this approach.

I have always been warned by an uneasy thought: now is in an extraordinary period, it is best not to ask Rodney, and try not to ask Rodney as much as possible. After all, he is just the heir, using his identity to do some private affairs. Maybe it will have an impact on the status of his future heir.

Abandoning the idea of ​​asking Rodney for help, the only thing left is to go to Harold.

My relationship with him is not the same as my relationship with Rodney.

Rodney and I are friends. I recognized him as a friend from the moment I was poisoned and sent to the hospital by him.

Harold and I can only be regarded as trading partners. He values ​​my ability. I need his compensation. I pay with one hand and do things with the other. It is fair and reasonable, and both are win-win.

For friends, I may have some concerns, but for partners, I no longer have those concerns.

I made up my mind. Seeing that it was not past noon, I guessed that Harold should still be busy in the guild, so I set off and walked in the direction of the heroic guild again.

When I came to the door, I saw the door open, so I habitually rushed in.

At this time, two adventurers in white uniforms blocked my way: "Stop! What did you do?"

I looked at them for a while, and said: "I'm looking for the president of your guild, and I will bother you two to inform me."

"What are you looking for the president?" Yi said.

"Is the president the one you want to see!" the other person said.

Hehe, I sneered, seeing all of them wearing slippery and slippery clothes, I didn't expect that they were just human beings.

I stayed patiently and repeated it again: "Then, help me out, let me know, and say An Xiaoyi is visiting and there is an urgent matter. Thank you."

"You go back, the president has no time!" Yi said.

"This person is really ignorant," the other person murmured, giving me a glance.

Although the voice is small, I can hear it clearly. I really want to rush up and give them a mouthful for each of them. But think about it, forget it, what's the matter with them?

With a sigh, I touched my pocket, took out twice, and skillfully took out four silver coins.

Approaching the two of them, I quickly handed the four silver coins to one of them, and I smiled and said, "What, that's a trifle, it's disrespectful, buy some tea later."

The person receiving the money squeezed his palms across the clothes, winked at the other one, and nodded.

"Well, since you are pretty sensible, I will trouble you."

With that, another swaggered in.

I didn’t change my smile on my face, and cursed in my heart: "What's the matter, I curse that you two dogs were chewed by monsters as soon as they entered the dungeon!"

Not much time, a burly man walked out quickly, it was Harold.

Behind him, the adventurer with a flattering face and grandson expression was just one of the dog-legged duo.

"Yes, president!" The other doglegs didn't expect that their president would come out to meet me in person, and immediately trembled with fright. He changed the arrogant appearance that made me before, lowered his head, raised his eyes to look at me, completely The appearance of a pupil who was trained by the teacher for making mistakes.

"This grandson!" I cursed in my heart.

Harold completely ignored them, and smiled at me: "Why are you here? Is there something wrong with that knife?"

"The knife is okay," I smiled: "Can't I come and stroll if I'm okay?"

"Yes, of course, welcome anytime!" Harold said, welcoming me in.

I saw the two adventurers who guarded the gate, their faces were gray, trembling, and their sweat was crackling. After just a few breaths, their clothes were soaked with sweat.

I grinned at them, and the two adventurers were even more surprised. One of them even fell to his knees with a plop.

However, I just smiled at them, and didn't want to care about this mess with them, because there are more important things that need me to find Harold to solve.

Passing by a place that looked like a classroom, I saw Yula standing on the podium, holding a pointer in one hand and handouts in the other. He looked like a dedicated teacher.

In the audience, there were almost 20 or 30 men and women adventurers, listening attentively.

"Yo, Yura has the talent to be a teacher" I asked Harold in a low voice.

"There are many things she is good at, and the teacher is one of them." Harold looked at Yola with approval and nodded proudly.

At this time, Yula put down the pointer, picked up a piece of chalk, and wrote something on the blackboard. On her right wrist, a delicate silver bracelet touched the blackboard with a crisp sound. She immediately stopped writing. After checking it carefully, he sighed, moved the bracelet down a little bit, fixed it, and started writing again.

Seeing this, Harold sighed suddenly, and there was endless melancholy in the sigh.

"What's wrong with you?" I said casually: "Why are you so melancholy?"

"It's okay" Harold's tone suddenly became lonely and unhappy.

"No, you still have something to worry about?" I asked with an incredible face: "It's not your girl who got smashed by a pig, right?"

Harold suddenly looked strange, looked at me for a long time, and said quietly, "Really."

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