Chapter 324 Hero

"...So, Dragonborn, we'll have to trouble you to contact the NPC named 'Anvis' on our behalf.

Since you are his follower, we need to use your channels to contact him."

After briefly recounting the club's decision, Sharp Sword shook the dark red inferior wine in the glass, without taking a second sip, and looked at Dragonborn with a serious face.

The professional players of White Light Esports have a very clear division of labor. For all kinds of things that need to be negotiated with players or NPCs, the salted fish poet in front of him, who has little presence, usually represents them to deal with them.

"So, what about my benefits, Little Sword?"

Looking at the bard who was negotiating in a businesslike manner, the last Dragonborn leaned back, leaned on the creaking old bar wooden chair, and smiled lazily.

"Are you willing to come back? If you are willing, the club can sign a contract with you again immediately, and all terms can be negotiated."

Not surprised by the question raised by Dragonborn, Sharp Sword habitually pushed his glasses down, and then realized that he was not wearing glasses in the game.

"Sorry, when I terminated my contract with the White Light Club, I was no longer prepared to be bound by any club.

Now, I hope to be able to play the game completely according to my own wishes, instead of having to carry out the tasks assigned by the club."

Listening to the sharp sword's re-recruitment of him, the elf was silent for a moment and simply rejected his proposal.

"I knew your choice would be like this."

Hearing the answer of the last dragonborn, the sharp sword nodded without surprise.

"So, according to the research and decision of the club's top management, I hope to hire you as a special foreign player for White Light."

"Every month, the club will pay you a fixed salary and will not interfere with your normal game.

Of course, this salary is much less than that of a regular player, and it is incomparable to your former captain's treatment. I hope you can understand."

After briefly introducing the treatment, the sharp sword began to explain the responsibilities of this identity.

"As a special foreign aid, you need to help us with some things, and we will give you an additional bonus relative to the importance of your help.

This bonus is not limited to real money, but can also be converted into in-game supplies. Or when you need it, we will provide you with support from the club."

"This proposal should be made by those guys in the Strategic Analysis Department, right?"

After listening to the bard's proposal, the Dragonborn thought about it and finally nodded.

"That's fine, I agree."

"In addition, if you need to make any preparations, you can prepare them now. I will contact Avis at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."

In a few words, they successfully reached a collaboration, and the atmosphere at the table relaxed again.

"However, Dragonborn, I heard that you are setting up a force called [NPC Protection Association]?"

He casually mentioned the recent news, and his sharp sword eyes looked at the center of the tavern, standing in the orange-red firelight of the stone fireplace, telling stories passionately.

The eyes of a colleague will always be attracted by another colleague.

"Nothing, just for fun."

The elf spoke calmly, and then drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, looking at the poet who was telling the story.

He knew his former teammate. Sharp Sword was the type who completely regarded the game as work, and the basis for all choices was to maximize efficiency and benefits.

So, he was not going to extend this topic.

Just at this time, the story of the bard was gradually approaching the climax.

"…'I'm here to fight the beast!' The drunken female warrior said loudly in the tavern. A mercenary in the tavern jokingly straightened up. 'I have one here now.'

The female warrior took a few steps and came to the mercenary. Her fiery eyes made him gradually lose confidence.

'Let me see the beast.' She said firmly, 'I will keep attacking it until it falls!'"

Hearing this, the noisy voices in the tavern quieted down a little, and a group of burly mercenaries raised their glasses and waited attentively for the subsequent developments.

The last dragonborn instinctively glanced at Tiramisu, worried that the girl would feel uncomfortable with this story.

As a former captain, he was always used to taking care of the emotions of each team member.

However, when his eyes turned away, the elf found that she seemed to listen more attentively than those indigenous mercenaries.

"What? Do you need your sister to help you deal with your "beast", the kind that can attack the weak spot?"

Noticing the dragonborn's gaze, the cat-eared girl hooked her little finger provocatively, and the black dagger in her hand turned silently.

"Thank you, but it's not necessary..."

The elf turned his head with a twitch of his face, and couldn't complain about Tiramisu's bad taste.

He was probably blinded by the mind just now, so he was worried that the kitten would not adapt to this atmosphere.

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….….

After a brief rest in the tavern, everyone left the tavern and went to the supply point in the city to pick up the combat constructs that had been repaired, and then rushed to the battle front outside the city.

The dark beast tide has not receded, they are just temporarily withdrawing from the front line and taking a short rest.

Wearing a dark red flaming dragon armor, the elf rushed out of the city alone along the snowy streets.

The surroundings were very deserted, with few pedestrians, and most of them looked nervous. Occasionally, a carriage appeared, and it also hurriedly drove past with a rumble.

White fine snow was floating in the sky, and the whistling north wind swept through the streets and alleys, covering everything with a cold silver-white.

On the walls of the surrounding houses, wreaths made of holly branches and edelweiss were hung, and from time to time, fixed stalls that were temporarily dismantled could be seen.

People had originally prepared to celebrate the arrival of the annual New Life Festival, but they had to cancel it in a hurry due to the sudden arrival of the dark beast tide.

"Mom, look! What is that?"

In the distance, a little girl about four or five years old, held by her mother's hand, curiously pointed at the last dragon descendant in strange armor.

She was wearing a slightly worn but very clean coarse linen coat, wrapped tightly like a dumpling, and her little face exposed was red from the cold.

"That's a 'construct', which is a special armor made by those wizards, child. The people controlled in the construct are the same as us. And they are going to go out of the city to fight those terrible monsters outside the city."

The mother, who was also wearing worn-out linen clothes, looked at the direction her daughter pointed, and a look of respect appeared on her face. She explained to her daughter in a low voice.

"Is that so? Then Mr. Construct will not be afraid when he sees those terrible monsters?"

The little guy nodded ignorantly, thought about it, and asked with some doubts.

"Of course I will be afraid. Facing the countless monsters outside, even the legendary powerful professionals will probably feel fear."

The mother gently stroked her little head and spoke softly.

"But for the safety of this city and us, they still stood up. So, just like your father, they are all heroes who protect us!"

The little girl nodded in understanding, her big eyes flickering as she looked at the dragonborn's armor.

Then, in her mother's surprised eyes, she suddenly broke free from her mother's hand, waved her hand in the direction of the last dragonborn, and called out crisply.

"Mr. 'Construct', may the north wind bless your steps!"

Hearing her shout, the last dragonborn's hurried steps paused.

He turned his face to the little girl, and in the somewhat uneasy eyes of his mother beside him, he gently lifted the dark red mask of the construct, revealing the young face underneath.

The light green eyes stared at the little guy, and in the howling north wind, the elf smiled and waved to the innocent little girl.

"Thank you, little girl, may your future lead to light--"

The power outage in the pigeon's community last night, and I didn't finish writing. This is yesterday's share.