Chapter 11()

The three people I just pointed out are doing well, and there are many career changers. They only have a rough wooden stick in their hands, wearing daily clothes and thick leather shoes. It seems that they have not been exposed so far.

Give me a piece of equipment, poor kid.

I looked at the job transferees around me with great interest, and those job transferees also looked at me. There were only a few thousand job transferees in the entire Rogge camp. Even if they were not familiar with each other,

But they already remembered the face and name clearly, so they all looked at me with suspicion when I appeared as a strange face who was obviously a job changer.

The center of the camp is obviously cleaner and tidier than the one in the west area just now, with smooth stone floors, and wooden houses that are still shabby, but much better than tents. There is also a huge fountain in the center. Sure enough,

It's special status and special treatment.

The people walking around in the center are almost exclusively career changers. Over time, this place has become a default paradise for career changers.

It's not that there is a sign outside saying: "Civilians and dogs are not allowed to enter". Anyone is allowed to come in and out here, but think about the fact that most job transferees are here. You, a civilian, are here. Every time you see a job transferee,

If you want to show your humility, I'm afraid you'll be exhausted from nodding and bending all the way. Besides, there are no things for civilians here. Most of the products sold are travel supplies for career changers, etc. You, a civilian, have nothing to do here.

What are you doing? Drinking? There are many bars in the West District, and the taste is not necessarily worse than this one. Want to know more? Be careful if you encounter a job changer with a bad temper and throw you into the Sinking Devil camp.

Soon, Doug and Geoff stopped at a beautifully decorated wooden house. I looked over my head and saw the sign that said "Roger's Bar." It seemed that this was where Doug was talking about having a drink.

Already.

Following Rogge and Geoff, they walked inside and heard countless noises immediately. There were people inside, the heat was overwhelming, voices of talking, arguing, bragging, and roaring. The voices in the bar were as loud as the ears.

The space is very wide, and you can clearly notice it after staying there for a while. Although there are no walls to separate it, it is divided into several areas. The large area entering the door occupies almost three-quarters of the entire bar, and the seats above

Most of the people there were barbarians, with a few more alternative paladins, Amazons and druids mixed in. They were drinking ale, making loud noises, bragging, and arguing. Almost everyone in the bar was there.

It is this area that creates the noise and chaos.

In a small area on the right side of this chaotic area, there are all Paladins, Druids and Amazons sitting there. They are calm and composed. The difference is that when they discuss, the Paladins always bring a trace of rigor and the Druids

is gentle, Amazon is indifferent.

The innermost part of the bar is a paradise for mages (necromancers and wizards) and assassins. Assassins like to live behind the shadows, so this corner is naturally their best choice. Mages, they are silent and wise.

, always like to think, and the occasional communication always involves academic knowledge. This quiet corner is also the most suitable place for them.

"Oh, damn it, is today the birthday of God? Why are there so many people?" Doug and Geoff frowned and said. At this time, the entire bar was almost full of people.

In the end, Doug and Geoff managed to squeeze out a few empty seats in the first area with their own physical strength. At the same time, they waved to me kindly. I immediately shook my head, joking, I didn’t like to go there in the original world.

The reason for the bar is because it is too noisy, and now I have to sit next to Doug with a loud voice, unless I am crazy.

Seeing my refusal, Doug didn't care. He turned around and pricked up his ears to listen carefully to the nearby topics. After a while, he found the insertion point and immediately started discussing loudly with another barbarian. His loud voice burst out

, it really beat the crowd, just like putting a high-power speaker in this place where the decibel level was seriously exceeded. I was secretly glad that I didn't get dizzy and leaned in.

It seems that the second area is where I should stay. Those polite paladins will definitely not refuse my request. More importantly, there are also old colleagues, druids. Maybe I can learn from them.

Order something.

I took the initiative to turn to the right, but was quickly disappointed. There was no room here either. I couldn't be as shameless as the barbarian brothers and squeezed in to share a chair with others. I sighed helplessly.

I wanted to leave this smoky place, but I didn't know where to go at the moment, so I had to focus on the corner, which was the territory of mages and assassins.

I don't like assassins. They give people a too cold feeling. Unless I know them well, I definitely don't want to sit next to them. As for mages, God, do you expect me, a student who graduated from a third-rate university, to be able to compete with them in the arcane arts?

Do old academics who have been studying in the field for more than ten years have anything in common? Those academic questions that are like a book are more effective than lullabies in my ears.

But now the situation forces me to either leave here or stay with them. Maybe I can also choose to stand here all the time. Oh, you think I'm stupid!

Without even thinking about it (actually I had been standing there thinking like a fool for a long time), I walked towards the innermost part.

When passing through the junction of the second area and the third area, it was obvious that I had penetrated a fragile film, and then, as if I suddenly entered another world, the rude and violent voices outside suddenly disappeared.

Among the four mages surrounding the innermost table, the oldest one suddenly turned around and looked at me. Then with a kind smile, he nodded imperceptibly to me before lowering his head.

The head continues to be immersed in the topic just now.

It was so amazing, I was secretly surprised. This film was obviously the soundproof barrier set up by the old mage just now, so I rushed in rashly and was discovered by him as soon as I touched the barrier.

What surprises me is not the existence of the Silencing Barrier spell. After all, I am not a fool. With thousands of years of history in the Dark Continent, how could it be possible that there are only a few skills and spells in the game? Do you think those mages known as magic madmen are living in vain?

Yes?

The reason why I was surprised was because from Lar's mouth, I vaguely understood that in addition to the main skills that a mage can learn after reaching a certain level, any mage who wants to use other skills must have certain skills.

Ability is what matters, so the old mage in front of me is either of a very high level, or the research and control of his own spells has reached a considerable level.

Forget it, it’s not something I can afford now anyway, and I have no interest in flattering myself. I looked around and found that there were only 8 tables in total, 4 of which were already occupied by wizards. Although each table was still occupied by wizards.

There was room, but seeing how inscrutable they were when discussing the issue, I wisely chose to ignore it.

There are two more, with plenty of space, but each has a gloomy skeleton. Oh, no, they are two great necromancers. Look at their gloomy looks, exuding a faint breath of death.

, it is obvious that he has not practiced enough. According to Lal, the most powerful necromancer in the legend, wherever he walks, the bones on the ground will become undead, and the corpses will also be resurrected into puppets...

I immediately pictured a picture like this in my mind: In a former battlefield, countless corpses and skeletons fell to the ground in unwilling and ferocious postures, rusty weapons were stuck in the ground, and the air was filled with a sense of smell.

There was a layer of rotten and bloody smell. At this time, a dark figure came from a distance. He was shrouded in a huge hooded black floor-length cloak. His whole body was surrounded by a layer of black aura. His feet did not touch the ground slowly.

Moving slowly, the soil began to loosen as they passed by. One after another, there were pale skeletons, some holding giant axes or long bows. Some were riding ferocious bone horses, wearing strong armor, and some were clad in black.

Their robes shone with the light of magic. They slowly climbed up from the soil, straightened up slowly, raised their cold skulls and roared to the sky. After a while, the entire blood-colored soil was covered with white...

…

omg, what a shocking scene that must be. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil. Damn it is so awesome. I think such a character could be the villain's boss even in Star Wars.

However, even if these two necromancers are not good at martial arts, I have no habit of dining with them. No one wants to sit next to someone who can always remind me of corpse bones when eating.

Then, there were two assassin uncles sitting on another table. They looked cold and kept away from strangers. They seemed to have noticed my gaze and glanced at me. Their cold eyes looked straight through me, as if they were just looking at me.

Seeing the air, he continued to lower his head and discuss something silently.

omg, it scares me to death. I can’t afford to offend these people.

So I set my sights on the last table.

Alone. OK, there’s room!

We're not that old, so we have something in common.

It seems to be a girl, okay, maybe we can have a more in-depth communication.

This table seems to be tailor-made for me, and it also looks like the infatuated beauty who has been looking forward to eight million years for a chance to cross paths with me. Although this situation feels a bit strange, as the saying goes, people are in the world.

There are three taboos, the first taboo is children, the second taboo is to avoid being a monk, and the third taboo is to avoid single women. It is best not to mess with these three types of people, and the young witch in front of me seems to have taken care of two of them.
Chapter completed!