Chapter 324 Hero

“…So, Dragonborn, next 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 means to contact him."

After briefly recounting the club's decision, Sharp Sword shook the dark red, low-quality wine in the glass without taking a second sip, while looking at the Dragonborn with a serious expression.

The professional players of Bai Guang Esports have a very clear division of labor. For all kinds of matters that require negotiation with players or NPCs, this insignificant poet in front of them is usually the representative who handles them.

"So, what about my benefits, Xiaojian?"

Glancing at the bard who was negotiating in a businesslike manner, the Last Dragonborn leaned back on the creaky old wooden bar chair and smiled lazily.

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

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

“I’m 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, rather than having to carry out tasks assigned by the club."

Hearing the sharp sword's repeated solicitation, the elf was silent for a moment and flatly rejected his proposal.

"I knew this would be your choice."

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

"So, according to the research and decision of the club's top management, we hope to hire you as Bai Guang's special foreign aid player."

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

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

After briefly introducing the treatment, Sharp Sword began to explain the responsibilities of this identity.

“As a specially hired foreign aid, you need to help us with some things, and we will give you extra bonuses relative to the importance of your help.

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

"This proposal should be in the style of 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."

"Also, if you need to make any preparations, you can do so now. I will contact Avis at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

The collaboration was successfully reached in a few words, and the atmosphere at the table became relaxed again.

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

He casually mentioned the latest news, and his sharp eyes looked towards the center of the tavern. In the orange-red firelight of the stone fireplace, a bard was standing and telling a story passionately. The eyes of a fellow traveler would always be attracted by another fellow traveler.

"Nothing, just for fun."

The elf spoke calmly, then drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, his eyes also looking at the poet who was telling the story.

He understood his former teammate. Sharp Sword was the type who treated gaming as a job, and all his choices were made based on the goal of maximizing efficiency and profits.

Therefore, he was not going to continue discussing this topic.

Coincidentally, at this time, the bard's story was gradually approaching its climax.

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

The female warrior took a few steps and came in front of the mercenary. Her fiery gaze made him gradually lose his confidence.

'Let me see the beast,' she said firmly, 'and I will keep hitting it until it falls! '"

After 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 further 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 every team member.

However, when he turned his gaze away, the elf discovered that she seemed to be listening more attentively than those indigenous mercenaries.

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

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

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

With his face twitching, the elf turned back, unable to complain about Tiramisu's bad taste in personality.

He was probably under a spell of mind deception, so he was worried that the kitten would not adapt to this atmosphere. . ….….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 retreated. They are just temporarily withdrawing from the front line to rest for a while.

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

The surroundings were deserted, with few pedestrians, and most of them looked nervous. Occasionally a carriage would appear, rumbling past in a hurry.

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

Wreaths made of holly branches and edelweiss are hung on the walls of the surrounding houses, and from time to time you can see fixed stalls that have been temporarily dismantled.

People were ready to celebrate the annual New Life Festival, but it had to be cancelled hastily 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, pointed curiously at the last dragonborn who was wearing strange armor.

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

"That's a 'construct', a special suit of armor made by the wizards, kid. The people inside the construct are just like us. And they are about to leave the city and fight against the terrible monsters outside."

The mother, who was also dressed in tattered linen clothes, looked in the direction her daughter pointed, a look of respect appeared on her face, and she explained to her daughter in a low voice.

"Is that so? Wouldn't Mr. Construct be scared when he sees those scary monsters?"

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

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

The mother stroked her little head gently 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 vigorously 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.

Turning his face to the little girl, under the somewhat uneasy gaze of the mother beside him, he gently lifted the dark red visor of the construct, revealing the young face underneath.

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

"Thank you, little girl, may your future be bright—"

There was a power outage in the Pigeon neighborhood last night, so I didn't finish writing. This is yesterday's copy.

(End of this chapter)