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The fog seemed to have become a little thicker, causing the figures of the group of "adventurers" not far away to gradually blur, as if it were a background in an oil painting that slowly faded and no one would notice.

Barrett wasn't sure if it was his own delusion. He subconsciously rubbed his eyes with his left hand. A callus on his hand hurt his eyelids, but at least the group of so-called adventurers became clear again.

"The wall of fire separates the swarms of frost spiders. I don't know how long those flames will last, but it certainly won't be long. If it was outside the forest, the oil would even burn all night and set everything on fire. But in the foggy forest, I have no such confidence, so I can only take them away quickly, otherwise I would like to taste the taste of roasted spiders. The fire was still burning when I left, But that's nothing to worry about, there's never been a fire in the foggy forest anyway."

The handsome Jack was still chattering about something, the lips under the slumped nose opened and closed, revealing the jagged crooked teeth inside. Some teeth are white, some are very brown, and one has been blackened, obviously their origins are not the same.

It is very likely that some of those teeth came from dead people, Barrett thought involuntarily. Those who collect corpses collect all kinds of dead corpses. For them, the dead are more useful than the living, with hair, bones, flesh, and even teeth.

The teeth were pulled from the dead body, and they continued to work in the mouth of the living.

A burst of clear laughter echoed in the sky, if it was laughter. The voice was so cheerful that those who heard it couldn't help but cheer up.

Barrett looked up and saw sturdy fir trees all over the field of vision, and the tall tree trunks were inserted straight into the fog, unable to see the top. Other than that, he found nothing.

"You didn't hear?" He lowered his head and asked the unresponsive Jack.

"What did you hear?" Jack's expression was a little puzzled. "What did you just say? Sorry, I was so focused on this unfortunate journey that I didn't pay attention to what you said."

Barrett turned to look at Old Will and his group again, and found that they were also looking at him with some doubts. Barrett frowned and stretched out again.

"There was a strange sound, maybe I was hallucinating." He said, "In any case, you should pay attention."

If it was before, Barret would definitely not have said such a thing. He will hold the "Iron Bride" in his hand for the first time, inform everyone to pay attention to the surroundings, and cover each other to leave here.

But now, although he is still very confident in his senses, since the appearance of those strange words floating in front of his eyes from time to time, the barbarian is not so relieved about his spirit.

That adventure was an underground adventure that made his dwarf companions disappear and changed him. Barrit suspected that they were attacked by mind flayers. Because after he returned to Muya, many clues he inquired indicated that a mind flayer race had returned underground.

Since the wizards in the Magic Empire era slaughtered this evil race, the entire main material world has completely disappeared from these octopus heads. But now, it seems that another mind flayer race has returned in the multiverse, and the place to settle down has chosen the underground world that is not too far away from the city-state of Muya.

Barrett doesn't know whether these rumors are true or not, and he doesn't know why the Magic Association doesn't care about this matter, but if it is really attacked by a mind flayer, he suspects that there may be some problems with his spirit.

He actually doesn't know much about the race of mind flayers. After all, they haven't appeared on the mainland for a long time, but in many stories and legends circulating, people who have been attacked by mind flayers seem to have mental disorders.

"There are too many strange noises in the forest." Jack shrugged his shoulders with disapproval. "I even heard a woman moan once, you know, that kind of moan." He raised his eyebrows, his face full of With a bad smile, "At that time, there were a few daredevils who wanted to see what happened, but I stopped them. In the forest, curiosity is the most superfluous thing. It has no effect other than losing your life."

Barrett nodded in agreement, noncommittal.

"What's more, if you want a woman, you can pick any cutie from those 'thorn tents' in the Bay of Pigs, as long as you have gold coins. But where do the gold coins come from? It's simple, Misty Forest." Jack continued, " You know, one Evil Mist Grass can be exchanged for 10 gold coins, one Alvar Orchid can be exchanged for 5 gold coins, and one Frost Grass can be exchanged for 3 gold coins."

See, making money seems so simple. In the eyes of outsiders, the "gold coins" in the foggy forest are like plums growing on trees, within reach. And he didn't even think about it, maybe the sweet "plum" was surrounded by deadly killer vines.

Of course, these killer vines may also have been planted by Jack's ancestors. Well, that's not possible. I just wanted to try and tell a bad joke, I must have made it...

Jack stretched out his finger to measure the number of gold coins to everyone, "It doesn't require fighting, it doesn't need to! As long as you have a sharp eye, you will find that those 'gold coins' grow at the root of a tree. And now it's collecting cold Frost grass is at its best, and in a few weeks, these good things that can be exchanged for gold coins will all wither!"

Although the number of Frost Grass is not large, it is not as rare as Fel Mist Grass and Alvar You Orchid, and it is not dangerous to collect. More importantly, it always grows in clusters, and as long as it is discovered, it is the harvest of several plants.

At least half of the adventurers who come to the foggy forest this season are for the frost grass. This light blue plant is a magic material that mages consume when making several potions, so it is used in a large amount.

Not only that, the frost grass can also be eaten after being cooked with special techniques.

There is a traditional famous dish in the Griffon Kingdom - the coolness of summer. The ingredients are selected frost grass, lake trout and Charletta sheep, and then they are slowly stewed together with a special method, and thyme is also added. And bay leaves, sprinkled with a little crushed mint when serving, the fragrance has a refreshing taste, which is really unforgettable.

Of course, in addition to the unforgettable taste, there is also the price. Barrett had eaten with his dwarf companions once, and he was never stingy in terms of food, and he was also distressed by the price.

"Although you don't need to fight, it's not easy to find them." Barrett shook his head.

Through the information revealed in Jack's words, Barrett guessed that Jack and his companions from the slums originally planned to collect some frost grass in the periphery of the foggy forest.

But Barrett is not optimistic about this idea. Although the periphery of the forest is relatively safe, many adventurers have come here during this time, and the Golden Clover Knights usually conduct sweeps ahead of time after the winter and before the doors open. Therefore, it is undoubtedly very difficult to harvest anything in the periphery of the forest.

"The more people there are, the greater the chance of discovering 'gold coins'. After all, twenty pairs of eyes can see more things than four pairs of eyes can see, right?" Jack smiled ingratiatingly, and looked at Barry for a while. Special, look at old Will again in a while.

Barrett remembered that "Handsome Jack" used to be quite arrogant. Although he was not as good as "Jon the Snake", he always looked cold. But now, they have obviously changed, just as they have adapted to their nicknames, they have become more adapted to life.

There was no harvest at the outer edge of the forest, so Jack wanted Old Will to take them deeper, because they didn't have the strength themselves, Barrett guessed.

He looked at the people in the distance who were huddled together like sheep in search of safety, and shook his head inwardly. Ordinary people would not want to take risks with some burdens, unless this person's thoughts were different from ordinary people.

Of course, the final decision is still in the hands of Old Will, a 200-year-old wandering mage. Barrett doesn't know whether he will agree or refuse. Again, don't guess what's going on in the mage's mind.

He didn't want to delay any longer, it would be dark in a while, and he had to find a place to camp, so the time was really tight. If Old Will agrees, it will be a big trouble for so many people who are not familiar with each other to act together, and it needs to be discussed in advance.

Barrett wondered why the tan-robed mage hadn't commented on this, but it was time to make a decision. He turned around, faced old Will, and asked, "What do you think?"

Old Will put the pipe into his mouth, took a deep breath, and exhaled the smoke. The half-elf beside him watched everything that happened in front of him with interest, as if these things had nothing to do with him; the ogre buttoned his booger and seemed to be a little bored, and the dwarf on his shoulders kept playing with his hands. Dagger, looking around from time to time.

"No!" Old Will said with a serious expression on his face, "My team will not let anyone join casually."

"Your Excellency the great mages, my ancestors are also followers of mages. My family has served mages for generations. How can I be considered an 'other'?" Jack was very flustered.

He didn't understand the mage, and Barrett shook his head in his heart. They never cared about human affection, face, courtesy, worldly communication and etiquette.

"It doesn't matter who you are or how strong your team is." Old Will said, "I just don't like someone joining the team after the journey begins."

"Thirty percent of our harvest will be handed over to you." The handsome Jack, the descendant of the mage's "followers", is still trying to persuade old Will.

The mage didn't speak, but walked straight forward, ignoring the handsome Jack. The half-elves and the ogres followed, and Barrett made a helpless expression and followed.

At least I don't need to make such an annoying decision, he thought optimistically in his heart.

"Fifty percent!" Jack's voice sounded behind him again, "Or 60 percent! Damn it, I'm talking about 60 percent of all harvests!"

"How much do you want?" he shouted, with a hint of despair in his voice.

You don't know a mage, you don't know. Barrett glanced back at Jack, looked at his dazed expression, and found that the fog around him seemed to thicken again...