Chapter 204: Irish Town II (2) Survivors vs. Aboriginals...

Uncle Watson still looked the same, but older than before. Next to him stood a 'Watson', not Lin Sheng's Watson, but the real Watson.

'Watson' was also different from before.

He was not wearing the shop assistant's uniform, but a plain magic robe, with a magic brooch on his left chest, indicating that he was now a third-level water magician.

"Dear guests, what would you like to buy?"

'Watson' raised his head and saw three black-haired, black-eyed people in silver-white masks and strange costumes in front of him. He was stunned and remained silent for a long time.

"Watson, do you know these guests?" Watson's uncle noticed that his nephew was not feeling well, and was worried that he was in trouble, so he came over to ask.

"Yes, I know them." Watson finally came to his senses, smiled shyly at the three people, and wanted to introduce himself to Uncle Watson, but he stammered for a long time and couldn't say anything.

Wang Xue could still understand the word "Watson", and roughly understood what it meant. She and Ye Mo looked at each other, and both saw what was in each other's eyes.

Even if the two Watsons look exactly the same now, they would not confuse them. One is introverted, shy and cute, and the other is gentle, considerate and occasionally a little bit black-bellied. Their personalities are completely different.

In the end, Watson took the initiative to save the situation and smiled at his former uncle 100 days: "Hello, I am a water magician like 'Watson'. I heard that the potions sold in your store are of high quality."

This is the skill of language.

Uncle Watson is a person who loves potions. After a brief exchange with Watson about potions and potion materials, and knowing that his name is also Watson, it is like meeting each other too late.

He also gave the three of them a 25% discount on all the potions they bought. They bought a lot of messy high-end potions. In the eyes of others, they are similar to the nouveau riche on Earth. Do monster cores cost money?

Of course not, the monster forest is full of gold.

Ahem, let me make a note. These potions were not bought by Ye Mo and Wang Xue, but by Watson. He was like a potion collector. He bought two or more bottles of any potion in the store, no matter how boring or useless it was.

Finally, Watson finally woke up from the potion pile and asked to talk to Watson about water magic. Uncle Watson kicked his nephew out of the door neatly.

The four of them came to a tavern near the potion store.

"Uncle still likes you so much." Watson said this as soon as he sat down. There was no resentment on his face. To be more precise, he was friendly with a little envy. "You are really smart and know so much. I can't do that. Five years ago, when you just left, uncle was still wondering why I suddenly became stupid."

"Five years?"

Ye Mo saw that Watson didn't like the wine in the bar and kept repeating words when talking, so he took out Du Kang. When Du Kang came out, thousands of fine wines were killed in seconds. The proprietress didn't drive them out for the sake of the monster crystal core.

Watson, who didn't like drinking, also liked it. Of course, even if it was a good thing, his body couldn't bear too much, so he only poured half a cup.

He took a sip, and his face turned red. He finally spoke freely: "Yes, it's been five years. Five years ago, I had just arrived in the Irish town. I was so useless that I couldn't even carry medicine properly and was always causing trouble, so I made a wish."

"Praise Clover, you are here, and you have brought me magical memories and precious knowledge. Unfortunately, we can't mention your name and the fact that you have been my boss to anyone. It's like a forbidden magic from a high god."

"We?"

"Your good friend Maria, of course, is also my friend now, one of the regular customers in our store. She is already a mid-level craftsman and mid-level swordsman. Mayor Fetan not only treated her wounds to reward her bravery, but also recruited her to work for the mayor."

Through Watson, they learned a lot of things.

For example, after the survivors completed their mission, the possessed person also obtained the survivors' memories, improved physical fitness, and stimulated magical talents.

This may be considered a kind of compensation.

But like the survivors, even if the aborigines have obtained swordsmanship knowledge, they still need to study swordsmanship diligently. Even if they have stimulated magical talents, they have to rely on themselves to improve their levels.

Survivors and aborigines are different individuals, with different personalities, different wisdom, different ways of thinking, and completely different choices for the future.

For example, Watson's medicine-making skills are as bad as ever, and he only helps out in the store occasionally. He chose to be a water magician; for example, Maria will choose to work in the mayor's manor. Although she is not good at alchemy, she can occasionally get inspiration from the craftsmen with Ye Mo's memories. Swordsmanship is something she has been learning hard but has never given up and has persisted. There are

also some aborigines who are suspected to have lived with the survivors, but they lost their lives because of their arrogance and caused a lot of trouble in the town.

Ye Mo, Watson, and Wang Xue all think that this situation is pretty good.

'Watson' and 'Maria' resumed their original lives, and the survivors still left traces in this world to some extent, and their struggles and sweat will be remembered by others.

Wang Xue suddenly sighed:

"I suddenly envy that 'Wang Xue'."

Ye Mo and Watson both knew which Wang Xue she was talking about. Ye Mo couldn't help but think of Mi Wenjing. According to the rules of this world, if the 'Mi Wenjing' of the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period woke up, she would probably go crazy.

Fortunately, because of the special copy, she has left many choices for her.

...

Watching 'Watson' return to the potion shop, Ye Mo and Watson suddenly became friendly.

In Earth time, it is already 3:30 in the afternoon, and it will be dark in two hours.

They planned to find a hotel to stay in first, and then visit Maria tomorrow to see if they could get some information about the semi-artifact.

Wang Xue looked at Ye Mo and asked, "Are we going to the Magic Guild or the Mercenary Guild?"

"The Magic Guild, but let's go to the Mercenary Guild first." Ye Mo answered without hesitation.

If the potion shop is Watson's paradise, then the Irish Town Street is one of Wang Xue's paradises.

Wang Xue is full of interest in everything here.

Not to mention those strange alchemy items, exotic clothes, exquisite toys, beautiful and shiny jewelry, a few kinds of musical instruments that are rare in this world, daily necessities that you can't imagine how to use, and poetry collections of bards that you can't understand at all, etc., are all her shopping targets.

Their pace was delayed again and again. Well, Watson and Ye Mo were also quite interested.

It's rare to have such a copy without being in a hurry. Thinking about the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the Jurassic Period, and the monsters, I almost cried.

The three of them spent this copy as a kind of travel mentality, at least that's the case today.

When they saw the Mercenary Association, the sun had already set. Under the gorgeous and colorful clouds, the ancient castle of the Mercenary Association looked particularly majestic and magnificent.

Wang Xue marveled at the top of the castle for a while, and then frowned like Ye Mo and Watson.

Looking from a distance, the crowd watching at the door of the Mercenary Association was very lively, as if a farce was being staged. The protagonists of the farce were the mercenary group on one side and the survivor group on the other side, a group of more than 30 survivors.

There are white, black and yellow people in this group, with white and black being the majority. Many of them show their true faces, without any cloth covering their faces.

The blond, brown-eyed middle-aged man who is leading the argument speaks the local language fluently. He should have been a member of the Irish dungeon, but what he said now is, "Stop talking nonsense and call the president of your Mercenary Association to come out!"

His tone is really bad, arrogant, and it doesn't sound like he is issuing a task, but more like making trouble.

Many mercenaries may not have met the president of the Mercenary Association, but they have their own mercenary spirit, and they are willing to come out to protect their president for this spirit.

The abilities of some survivors have indeed fueled their tempers and worn away their courtesy. The world may not be dangerous to the monsters, but to the survivors.

Ye Mo and the other two had very sensitive facial features. After gathering some information, they found out that many conflicts had occurred in the Irish town in just half a day, and the mayor's guards had been dispatched.

"Those people are so scary. A little boy bumped into them and was beaten half to death."

"They are scarier than Warcraft."

"It is said that they forced the Magic Association to hand over some gems and a pot for cooking pots. The vice president of the Magic Association came out and said that they had the pot for cooking pots but not the gems. They also beat people. The mayor's guards tried to help but were injured."

"I heard that one guard died."

"I heard that there were ten."

"I heard that there were a hundred."

"Oh my God! A hundred? I heard that there wasn't a hundred guards beaten to death by them."

"..."

Of course, not all the survivors were bad, but their reputation was so bad that Ye Mo and the other two felt that the onlookers looked at them differently, as if they were a flood or a monster.

Wang Xue said to herself: "Do they treat this place as a game? Are the original characters NPCs?"

"If they can really treat the survivor dungeon as a game, I will admire them." Ye Mo replied calmly.

Some of the information in the crowd was correct. When Mayor Feitan heard that someone in the Mercenary Association was also causing trouble, he hurriedly sent his strongest guards to help. After all, the Mercenary Association is the foundation of a city.

It is not surprising that there are many familiar faces in Mayor Feitan's strongest guards.

Even if Ye Mo can't tell the difference between the handsome European and American guys wearing the same riding clothes, he can fully recognize the Elf Captain - Sen. In five years, he has not changed a bit.

As always, Sen and his guards attract many targets of the opposite sex, such as Wang Xue who is muttering to herself "Benefits for beauty lovers". Appreciating beauty is what most people like.

Sen is as indifferent as always, and seems a little aloof because of his excessive indifference: "Guests from the far east, welcome to your arrival, but are you sure you want to cause trouble in an Irish town?"

The east?

The reputation is damaged!