They were riding a two-wheeled mechanical vehicle, and the roar of the engine sounded particularly exciting.

Many young adventurers were curious about this vehicle, but the one driving it was a tall guy wearing a full set of power armor.

This made them hesitate to approach and talk.

On the other hand, the ranger girl sitting in the back seat of the vehicle looked cute and easy to talk to.

"Okay, this is the Adventurer's Guild. Let's go and see if there are any money-making tasks."

After removing the helmet, Carl transformed V back into the Iron Guard form and walked into the Adventurer's Guild building with Lisanna.

The mechanism sound produced when the motorcycle transforms is a bit similar to that in the Transformers movie. Several adventurers who originally did not dare to move forward because of Carl's power armor suddenly became restless.

"This is so cool! I'd buy a basic version for 500 gold coins!"

Watching Carl leave, a wanderer expressed his feelings to his companions with eyes full of envy.

But his companion just gave him a sidelong glance and poured cold water on him.

"Come on, look at that thing, it's glowing and floating in the air, are you sure you can buy it for 500 gold coins? Think about the price of those airships in Sarn!"

The soldier who had just spoken scratched his chin as he watched Carl walk into the building with envy, then walked into the association with a few of his companions.

After scanning the tavern, they soon found Carl near the bulletin board.

At this time, a receptionist from the association was introducing the task to Carl.

"Sir, according to your current level, you can accept all these tasks, but I personally recommend that you accept the task of helping to repair the strange equipment. Not only is it not dangerous, but the reward is also very high."

After returning Carl's adventure certificate, the receptionist looked at Carl with tears in his eyes.

As the receptionist of the Adventure Guild of Arcanix City, she usually receives students from Arcanix, but those first and second level little mages are obviously a bunch of "poor guys".

This one is different.

Look at that power armor and iron guards. If I could hook up with them, even if it’s just for fun, I wouldn’t have to worry about the rest of my life.

"I have to let this kid feel my charm!"

Just as he was thinking this, Lisanna, who had been ignored by the receptionist, pointed to another task and said, "Brother! This! This! I think this task is suitable for me!"

Following Lisana's finger, Carl carefully read the mission requirements and found that it was actually about finding someone to hunt wild boars in the forest in the east.

Every spring when the wild boars enter their breeding season they become extremely violent and in serious cases they may even trample on the crops around the jungle.

Most of the crops planted in Aundair's farmland are cash crops, which are relatively valuable, so the farmers are very generous in paying.

However, this task is settled according to the wild boars hunted. If you don’t kill a few, you may not even be able to earn back the money you spent on potions.

"Okay! This is it!"

Without continuing to listen to the receptionist's advice, Carl took Lisana to quickly complete the mission acceptance procedures, and then walked out with the mission certificate.

"Hey! Excuse me, bro. Where did you buy this?"

Seeing that Carl was about to leave, the adventurers who had taken a fancy to the motorcycle earlier came over quickly.

"Ah? You mean this? I made it myself."

"Are you an artificer?"

"certainly!"

Looking at Carl's power armor, which had even more defensive power than plate armor, the adventurers seemed to choke on the words that were about to come out of their mouths.

They should have thought of it earlier.

Seeing that they were silent, Carl was about to walk out with Lisanna, but he suddenly thought of something, so he turned around and said:

"Yes, yes, that's exactly what we want. Will you come to the Adventurer's Guild to sell it? We will definitely support you!"

Amid the farewell looks of several adventurers, Carl had V transform into a motorcycle again, and then carried Lisanna towards the east city gate.

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"Brother Carl! That receptionist just now was so annoying!"

On the way to the eastern forest, Lisanna hugged Carl's waist of power armor and chattered with the receptionist who had taken a fancy to Carl.

"Ha! I just didn't take the initiative to receive you, but you're still holding a grudge. It looks like I have the final say in our group, and you look like a child."

Letting go of the car handle, Carl turned around and touched Lisanna's hair. The howling wind blew Lisanna's hair into a mess.

V controlled the handlebars, and the motorcycle ran extremely smoothly, no worse than those experienced horses.

Soon, the farm buildings could be seen in the distance.

The cities and villages of Aundair are quite close together, mainly because they had insufficient arable land during the period of tension with Eludin, so they carried out intensive development of idle land.

Following the road, Carl arrived at the farmer's residence according to the location stated in the mission certificate.

In the farmland in the distance, one could see some strange farm machinery that had stopped working. It looked like the combine harvester from Carl's previous life, but it was a magical version.

"Hello, sir. We are adventurers who have received a mission. Are the wild boars mentioned in the mission the ones in the forest over there?"

According to Carl's previous experience, it is best to communicate with the real client of the task before doing the task.

However, when the farmer came out of his house, Carl frowned.

"You are the adventurer, right? Hey, you are finally here. No matter where the wild boar comes from, as long as you kill it, we will pay you!"

At the door of the house, the farmer, with bandages wrapped around his forehead and right hand, walked out groaning.

The other person was an old man who looked quite old, and the sound of an old woman crying could be faintly heard in the room.

"Were you injured by a wild boar?"

"yes."

"The healing potion doesn't work?"

"It does help a little, but I'm old and my body doesn't recover that fast."

"Wait a moment, I'll check it for you."

Under the surprised gaze of the old farmer, Carl, who looked more warrior-like than a warrior, took out some mysterious things from his backpack and placed them on the ground, then pulled the old man into a carpet with a magic circle depicted on it.

Taking a small spoonful of silver powder, Carl infused magic into the pattern on the carpet.

The patterns on the carpet suddenly lit up, and then black gas suddenly emerged from the old man's forehead and arms.

"Your wounds have the power of the undead, so your recovery is so slow. I think you should report this to your lord. The undead power remains in the wild boar, which is not a good thing."

After putting away those things, Carl took out a small bottle of holy water, dipped his fingers in it and applied it on the old man's forehead and arms.

The black mist dissipated immediately, and the old man could even hear faint wailing sounds as the black mist dissipated.

His body trembled, and then he said as if waking up from a dream: "Yes! You are right! Young man, don't leave yet! I have to ask the villagers to come over to discuss it."

I have been a bit busy recently, and some book friends have complained that the content has become watered down, so I plan to change it back to 4,000 words per day for the next period of time, and then change it back after I am done with my work, otherwise the quality will be affected.

(End of this chapter)