Chapter 42 Spicy Stir-fried Potatoes - His Holy Father!
Just from that earthy, rustic charm, the Storm Leader laughed for a full five minutes before stopping. His pectoral muscles were shaking so intensely that Reinhardt, nestled in his arms, felt his face go numb from the vibrations and silently moved several inches away.
After Buster's laughter subsided, he coughed twice and carefully read the colorful bounty poster on the cover.
The bounty was posted by the Harlin Empire, and the reward was the head of the Son of God. Buster glanced at the reward and thought the other party had really gone all out.
But on second thought, the price is quite reasonable. In this advanced age, information spreads rapidly; who doesn't know that the son of the gods was personally abducted by him?
To hunt down the Son of God is tantamount to making an enemy of the Stormwind Bandits. Ordinary adventurers or bounty hunters don't have the ability, let alone the courage. A small number of mercenary groups are probably eager to try, and Buster is also interested in testing his skills against them.
Of course, not now.
Buster's hands were shaking with laughter. He pointed to the screen and solemnly swiped open the cover. When he saw the hand-drawn picture book of the Son of God hanging on the bounty poster, he almost burst out laughing again.
"So ugly, has this painter never seen you before?" In fact, you already look seven or eight parts similar, but probably because the painter had never seen you in person, he did not capture the amazing beauty and charm of the son of the gods.
She was still quite beautiful, with a striking appearance that stood out even in a crowd. So Buster and Reinhardt had taken the medicine before entering the city. He flipped his fingers, deciding to ignore the joke and continue searching for the important point.
Besides the magic power produced by the crystals themselves, the main energy sources in the Snow Country are some minerals or body parts of small creatures in the surrounding area. These tasks are of low level and have a wide range of uses, so there are a lot of tasks to be done, and ordinary adventurers can still make a living.
Higher-level missions are fewer in number, and these missions are more competitive. However, higher-level bounty missions are not restricted; anyone can take them, but not everyone can come back alive.
They only care whether the deliverer can meet the task requirements.
Skipping over a bunch of basic gathering or monster-killing quests, Buster indeed found a bounty for dragon hunting in the list.
There might be more than one.
Moreover, the publishers only need the Eye of the Demon and are willing to exchange it for priceless treasures or herbs.
It was quite a scene, Buster thought. He saw more than seven people posting quests, not to mention those accepting them.
As Buster was pondering, a tall, upright man with a high ponytail suddenly walked up to him.
"Hello, handsome warrior! Are you interested in dragon hunting? Would you like to consider joining our dragon hunting team?"
Reinhardt and Buster's eyes were simultaneously drawn to it.
The speaker was an orc with long brown hair, probably from the fox clan. His ears were triangular, with three tufts of soft down at the tips.
Buster was used to orcs, and had orc companions of different races on his ship, so he didn't care. Reinhardt, however, was intrigued and kept staring at the tips of the other's ears.
Mr. Fox also noticed Reinhardt and couldn't help but squint his eyes: "How cute! Is this your companion? Is it a cat?"
Orcs have very keen spiritual intuition. Although he didn't see any obvious orcish traits in Reinhardt, he instinctively felt a sense of familiarity.
Even without her striking horns, the disguised child of the god was still beautiful and adorable. The fox, attracted to pretty creatures, naturally began to flirt with her.
It was clear that the other person was paying attention to him even though their eyes were closed. The handsome Mr. Fox bent down, leaned forward slightly, and generously offered his ear.
"Want to touch it?"
Feeling inexplicably annoyed, Buster, whose usually cheerful personality was always sullen, suddenly frowned, grabbed Reinhardt, and turned to leave.
"Hey, wait a minute, warrior." Mr. Fox appeared in front of them, blocking Buster's path. "Don't be so quick to refuse. Perhaps you can take a look at our team first before making a decision."
He readily offered the bait of recruitment, saying, "One of our partners has already set up a temporary teleportation point at the foot of the mountain where the dragon's existence has been confirmed. As long as we are prepared, we can teleport there at any time."
The Snow Country is vast, and it would take half a day to fly from here to the nearest mountain. Dragons are fierce and brutal creatures, and they are very good at hiding their tracks. Many adventurers may spend months just searching for a dragon's trail.
Information about where the dragon is is priceless enough, let alone the temporary teleportation array that this fox mentioned.
This was indeed very tempting, Buster looked down at Reinhardt.
Despite his changed appearance, Little Potato remained silent, looking like a mere ornament, obedient and unassuming.
Strangely enough, Buster knew he had a bad temper, and he knew his temper flared up quickly but also subsided quickly. But lately, he found that whenever he got angry, he would feel inexplicably happy whenever he saw Reinhardt.
My heartbeat can sometimes be off, but overall, the feeling is pleasant.
Strangely enough, Buster couldn't help but be curious about a deeper reason. After much thought, he actually found a reasonable explanation: the soothing quality inherent in the Son of God.
That must be it!
Gods!
It can heal wounds, and it can heal the soul!
Having received the answer, the Storm Leader's confusion vanished. He no longer found the fox-orc so repulsive.
He nodded and said, "Very tempting terms. If the hunt is successful, how will the team's rewards be divided?"
“We already have seven teammates. If you join, there will be eight. Apart from the Eye of the Demon, all other loot will be split proportionally. The rewards from exchanging the Eye of the Demon for bounties will also be distributed proportionally. Or if you have any special needs, you can bring them up.”
Reinhardt had expected the Storm Lord to be straightforward about his need for the Eye of the Demon, but to his surprise, the Lord spoke up with another name.
“Dragon Spring Water,” he said. “I need plenty of Dragon Spring Water; I can do without other treasures.”
Dragon Spring Water is a good thing for healing illnesses and strengthening the body, but its effects are not as good as those of a divine child. So for most adventurers, it is only a nice bonus and can be dispensable.
Mr. Fox was initially puzzled as to why the seemingly powerful big guy would want such a worthless item, but when his gaze fell on Reinhardt, he instantly understood.
“Okay.” He nodded. “No problem. You can take all the Longquan water, and I’ll give you the profit share, but the cost of the Longquan water will be deducted. What do you think?”
To be fair, Buster decided to meet with his other teammates before making a decision.
The location was a relatively noisy tavern. Pushing open the door that sheltered us from the wind and snow, we were greeted by a strange mix of various scents and deafening noise.
Buster noticed Reinhardt's head unconsciously tucked in and stopped abruptly at the door.
“I won’t go in. I can see them anyway.” He refused to enter the tavern, saying, “If you want to test my abilities, either find another place now, or observe me when the operation begins.”
Mutual assessment of each other's abilities is key to teamwork, which is why Buster was willing to meet with them.
But this isn't a rule, at least not a rule that must be followed in black and white. Buster wouldn't even follow the rules that are mandatory, let alone something that's tacitly accepted.
Strength is king. The fox-orc could sense the menacing aura emanating from him and understood the confidence behind his words. Smiling and nodding, he said, "Alright, I'll go tell them. Let's exchange contact information? If you have enough water and rations, we'll set off tomorrow morning."
The Storm Leader nodded, exchanged contact information with the fox orc, and then turned and left the tavern.
It was still early, and Reinhardt's stomach was rumbling, so Buster simply found a hotel where he could eat and had the waiter bring the dishes he had just ordered to his room.
Finally, the two of them could be alone. The Storm Leader placed the plate in front of the Son of God, sat down, and started reciting lines with the little brooding potato.
"We're leaving tomorrow morning. If anyone asks you your name, just say it's Hart. Don't be so honest as to reveal your full name. If someone asks, tell them it's Byrne."
Reinhardt nodded honestly, indicating that he understood.
The room gradually warmed up, and the blue cloak was hung behind the door. The medicine took effect just in time, and Reinhardt's handsome face reappeared before Buster after the illusion dissipated.
It was as if an invisible veil had been lifted, revealing a face that took your breath away.
The light cast soft shadows on his perfect facial features, his high nose bridge and beautifully shaped jawline creating a stunning image. His lips were a natural rose pink, slightly damp from the recent dispelling of the shapeshifting spell, like flower petals in the morning dew.
strangeness.
Buster wondered, could the true form of the Son of God be even more powerful?
Otherwise, why would his heart start racing again?
The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed. Distracted, the Storm Leader placed a piece of golden, tender, and fragrant chicken from his bowl into Reinhardt's. The latter quietly put it in his mouth, puffed out his cheeks, chewed a couple of times, and then suddenly stopped all movement.
The Storm Leader was still laughing at him, "Little wooden doll, did you disconnect?" But then he suddenly noticed that the Son of God's ears and lips were slowly turning red.
Finally unable to bear it any longer, Reinhardt, with his head down, coughed muffledly and spat out the chicken in his mouth.
"...!"
At this moment, the Storm Leader finally realized that something was wrong!
His Holy Father!
He forgot that braised potatoes shouldn't be eaten spicy!
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Author's Note: Buster: I know why I'm happy whenever I see him!
Madonna & Victoria (with expectant eyes): Hmm?
Buster: The Son of God can heal wounds and heal hearts!
Victoria (giving the middle finger): You can stay single forever!
Reinhardt (sincerely): Isn't that the reason?
Madonna: ...
Victoria: ...
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