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"We need a guide, someone who knows the foggy forest." The smoker said to Barrett straight to the point after seeing him sitting down: "Oh, forgot to introduce myself, you can call me 'Oak', or the old man Will, whatever you want. Names are just a way of calling each other when they greet each other, don't care too much."

Old Will, who didn't look old, picked up the cigarette holder and took a sharp breath. The compressed shredded tobacco flickered brightly and dimly in the pipe, and the dense white breath was sprayed from his nostrils. on.

"Barritt, Barrett Mungo." Barbarian introduced himself. You can also call me 'The Feeder' if you know that nickname.

"Mongo? Nord?" Old Will asked.

Barry nodded. He didn't need to deduce from his surname. Just by looking at the tattoo on his forehead, anyone could tell his Nord ancestry.

"I went to Nord when I was young, and the king of Nord was... let me think about it." Old Will recalled, "Yes, it was Ragnar III, and people called him Ragnar the Bearslayer. ', I heard that his favorite thing to do is to go into the Colosseum and duel with the bear."

Ragnar III? Barrett knew him, the strong king was skilled in martial arts, liked to go off the field and fight all kinds of beasts himself, and he was a well-deserved winner in every duel. Although the king was very mediocre in governing the country, he conquered all the Nords with his martial arts. It is a pity that he died young, in an accidental drowning, and the people of Nord feel sorry for it.

However, it was more than a hundred years ago when the king was on the throne, and Barrett suspected that the person in front of him was talking nonsense. Unless, he really is a mage.

"His grandson is sitting on the throne now..." Barrett introduced.

"King, it doesn't make any difference who sits on it," Old Will said noncommittally. "Maybe the person sitting on it will become you one day."

Barrett ignored the last obvious joke, and more importantly, he didn't like being a king either. The responsibility of a husband has made him timid, let alone a king.

"I like your reindeer meat, served with sour cream, and caramel-flavored cheese. The taste is really nostalgic." Old Will took another puff of his pipe, "By the way, I can't help but mention pickling. Salmon, I'd say only a true gourmet foodie can get that special delicacy out of those pickled lye."

Old Will's words made Barrett feel a sense of intimacy like meeting a fellow countryman. This is a person who really understands the taste of Nord's food.

"Even many native Nords, very few can accept the special taste of salted salmon." Barrett smiled, but he liked it very much, since he was a child, because his father liked it very much.

"That's nothing, if you have eaten the traditional food of the city-state of Ika, 'stinky head fish', then your taste buds will be sublimated to a new realm, in that new realm, pickled salmon is just a small role. "

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Old Will and Barrett chatted about Nord's humanities and food culture, which made the conversation a lot more harmonious, and then he returned to the topic, "I heard that 'Misty Forest' is very dangerous?".

Very dangerous! The species-richness there is like a pot of intricate stew, in which you can find anything you've seen, heard, dreamed of, or even dreamed of. Barrett thought to himself.

"Yes," he replied. "Dangerous is not enough to describe it. If it were me, I would prefer to use the word 'weird' to describe it."

"It looks like you know it well?" Old Will asked again.

learn? No, no one can understand it. Barrett teased himself in his heart, I just feed it more times and 'food', so 'it' is not good to me, that's all.

"I can't talk about it." The barbarian replied.

"Hey, boss, have another pot." The ogre next to him suddenly shouted angrily. It reached out and pulled a piece of pig lung stuck in its teeth, put it in front of it and studied it carefully, and then put it into its mouth again and chewed it carefully.

It seems to like the "food" of stewed pork offal.

The half-elf was talking to the surrounding adventurers, and then the crowd gradually dispersed with disappointment. Some adventurers were still trying to use the nickname 'feeder' to slander Barret, hoping that these people would be able to choose again. .

Well, that's not actually a slander, at least the things he said actually happened.

After the half-elf dispersed the crowd, they returned to the pavement and sat next to Barrett. There was a charming smile on the handsome face of the half-elf, but it was a pity that Barrett was not a woman, so that smile did not attract him at all.

If you were to be the guest of honor for those thirsty ladies in the boudoir, you would do a good job, Barrett thought slightly maliciously.

"After you talk about it for a while, I'll give you a brief introduction to our team." The handsome man said to Barrett.

You chose me, but I haven't agreed yet! The good atmosphere of the conversation before made Barrett not angry because of it, he was just a little unclear. So, are these people sure that I will join them?

"You don't seem to have any new jobs now, don't you? And you seem to be confused about something." Old Will had a warm smile on his face.

His words surprised Barrett, "Confused? Oh, I just don't know what to eat for lunch." He still insisted, "Pork offal might be a good choice, but I don't want to eat it for three days in a row. the same thing."

"Just like that?" Old Will stared at Barrett, and let out another puff of smoke.

The smoke blurred Barbarian's vision, and his expression changed subconsciously. In fact, the incredible thing that happened to Barrett made him a little scared, a little sensitive, and a little guilty...

"But I really don't have much work right now." He admitted the first half of his sentence.

"In this case, it's better to help us to find our way and recognize ourselves in the adventure. I can see that you are not the kind of person who can understand something through simple thinking. Of course, I do not say this. Nothing else."

Is he saying that I am simple-minded? I was seen through by him? How did he know? By the way, he is a mage, and he is prying into my heart! Barrett held his 'Iron Bride' with his left hand with a nervous expression: "You used a spell on me?"

"Spell? No, no, no." Old Will laughed loudly, not dissatisfied with Barrett's threatening actions: "Although magic is powerful, 'experience' is not Not much weaker than it, especially in 'seeing people'. If you live 200 years old, you have seen as many people and things as herring in the sea. Then you will find that many people are using expressions and actions , constantly pouring out his secrets to others.”

"But I did use spells on you. I want to apologize to you about this." Old Will's words changed, and Barrett's heart that had just been put down was raised again: "But you don't need to worry about this. It's just a variant of 'suggestion', it won't let you change any of your thoughts, it will only make you firm up your truest thoughts when you hesitate, that's all. As for what those thoughts are, only you know. ."

After Old Will finished speaking, he calmly looked at Barrett and smoked his pipe to himself.

"My thoughts?" Barrett removed his hand from the hilt of his saber.

"Your thoughts," the half-elf repeated beside him.

Barrett hesitated, hesitated, doubted, and even faintly feared. Old Will's remarks made him feel numb, and he didn't know how to choose. The scene was rarely quiet, and even the ogre stopped eating and seemed to be waiting for his answer.

After an unknown amount of time, Old Will suddenly smiled and stretched out his hand: "You are welcome to join us!" That smile was very comforting: "By the way, our team is called 'Dirty Novels', and it's a great team."

Barrett looked at Old Will's right hand that stretched out from the robe, with two silver rings on it, one of which was inlaid with a vertical pupil-shaped amber gemstone, while the other was covered with It has the same pale gold pattern on Old Will's robes.

The barbarian shrugged his shoulders and held it firmly.

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