Chapter 915 Mr. Guide: So I followed a super rich man?
Archmage Edgar arrived in a hurry. A thin layer of sweat appeared on his sallow, skeleton-like face. His dark black robe was wrinkled, as if he had just been fished out of a pickle vat.
Behind the Archmage, a middle-aged warrior came down slowly and staggeringly. His dark chestnut hair was slightly mixed with silver threads, and his half-old leather armor was slightly bulged by his belly. It was obvious that he had spent a lot of time during this period. It has to be a little leisurely.
The middle-aged samurai carried two swords at his waist and carried a leather bag on his back, which was bulging with something. As soon as he got off, he leaned against the carriage. Looking at his lazy movements, he seemed to be able to lie down anytime and anywhere.
sweat……
Gretel was speechless for a moment. He silently raised his eyes and looked at Archmage Edgar:
That's it?
Just this one?
Is this the guide you want to introduce to me?
Archmage Edgar was helpless for a moment. However, this guide was really the most suitable person he could find and hire in a short period of time. He could only bite the bullet and introduce Gretel:
"This is Valencimo, a level 12 warrior who has traveled in the New World for a long time..."
"The bard." Mr. Samurai interrupted. He didn't say hello or introduce himself. He just lazily raised his eyelids and slashed Gretel. With that look, Gretel could almost automatically guess:
"Is this the little guy you want me to take care of?"
Fortunately, Mr. Samurai didn't say anything, but in order to prove his profession, he reached into the leather bag on his back, pulled out an instrument that looked a little like a guitar, and a little like a ukulele, and played a little tune casually.
While playing and singing softly, he tilted his head slightly, looking very pleased with himself. If Gretel saw it correctly, half of the lipstick mark remained on the inside of the collar of his leather armor, and the other half was left on the collar of his leather armor. on the neck.
If Archmage Edgar dragged him out from a place like this, then Gretel could understand why this gentleman was reluctant.
After finishing singing, Valensimo swept his five fingers on the strings, rolling out a string of cheerful notes. Grete's brows suddenly moved:
A warm breath enveloped me, and its effect was equivalent to half of the Encouragement Technique and half of the adrenaline? This warrior who calls himself a bard has some real stuff...
However, the bards in this world don't seem to be as powerful as mages and warriors. As a marginal profession that can use limited elemental power, if the bard in front of me is just a bard, it seems that he is not as strong as level 12?
He glanced at Old Morgan, who had a solemn expression on his face and nodded slightly. His lips moved, and a voice floated to Grete's ear:
"I have heard of his name. He is a level 12 warrior. He has indeed been in the New World for a long time and has rich experience. Moreover, he has a pretty good reputation."
Gretel breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at Archmage Edgar again. Archmage Edgar smiled bitterly, took out a piece of metal, and handed it to Gretel:
"He has traveled in the New World for nearly 20 years. He has gone deep into the New World many times and is very familiar with the customs and customs of the New World. Master Nordmark, if you want to go to the New World, asking him to be your guide will greatly increase your safety."
Grete looked down at the metal piece in his hand. It was semicircular, less than half the size of a palm, and the edges were twisted and broken. It was obviously a fragment. Looking at the pattern on the front, it might be a clan emblem or something like that.
Although I don’t know what it represents, but judging from Edgar’s attitude, it should represent some kind of commitment. Can you ask this guide to do something or complete something?
I don’t know what price Archmage Edgar paid to get this thing. After all, Archmage Edgar is currently level 13. It is not that easy to recruit a level 12 warrior who requires a specific range of experience...
…
Grete nodded heavily to him. Then, he handed the black cat in his arms to Cerela, held the metal piece, and walked slowly towards the warrior named Balensimo:
"Hello, Mr. Balensimo, I am Gretel Nordmark, a level 9 mage. My friend Linn is in danger in the New World, and I want to go there as soon as possible to rescue him..."
Without waiting for the other party to answer, Gretel waved his hand gently, and a silence spell fell quietly. Seeing that the other party just opened his mouth without making a sound, and simply shut up after a few syllables, Gretel canceled the silence spell with a solemn expression:
"However, it is impossible for me to entrust the lives of myself and my friends to an unwilling guide. Mr. Barensimo, if you don't want to go, please retrieve this token and I will treat it as done."
Made a promise.”
The middle-aged samurai's eyes changed slightly. Then, he waved his hand very simply, and his tone was still lazy, but also decisive:
"Okay, you don't have to say such things. Since I owe a favor," he pointed to the metal piece in Grete's hand:
"I will fulfill my promise. How to take you out, how to bring you back, as long as you are obedient, don't seek death, and don't run around, I, Valencimo, will walk from the east coast to the west coast of the New World, even to the far north.
I will follow you as far as the south."
"Hello!"
Cerela is unhappy. What are you talking about! I can't save Gretel as long as I'm here! I still need you to point your fingers and make Gretel obey and not seek death!
Grete couldn't help but laugh. This guy's tone was bad, but for newcomers to strange places, especially to the wilderness, these reminders are really important.
I remember that when we were aiding Africa before, the order given by the team leader was almost like this:
Be obedient, don't seek death, follow the team and don't run around, don't touch everything you see... That thing that looks like a bumpkin to you may be a nest of man-eating ants!
He smiled back at Cerela and winked. After comforting Miss Silver Dragon, he turned to Valencimo, solemnly stretched out his hand and pointed to the Mage Tower:
"Don't worry, I will respect the wisdom and experience of professionals. So, can you please take a look at the preparations we have made for the trip and point out what needs to be added? After all, time is very tight. If we find a suitable ship, maybe two
We’re leaving in three days.”
Valensimo hummed, followed Grete, and walked in quickly. Soon, his hissing sound could be heard in the mage tower:
"500 pounds of flour, 500 pounds of dried meat, 500 pounds of milk powder? 200 pounds of butter seasoning cubes, glucose... what is this... 100 pounds, 200 pounds of sugar cubes? How many space bags have you brought?"
I only have one that weighs 150 pounds! No matter how much I carry, I can only carry it in a backpack! Even a magician who travels inland is considered extremely rich if he can have a 1500-pound one!
"500 pounds of freeze-dried vegetable bags, 10 pounds of... bad blood... acid... sodium, three spare sets of leather armor, three spare sets of mage robes, clothing... underwear... socks... shoes... you guys are really not
Moving? These supplies are enough for five years!"
"A set of alchemy equipment, two sets of spare alchemy equipment, a penicillin production line, a streptomycin production line, 5,000 penicillin, 5,000 streptomycin, 5,000 cowpox..."
Mr. Valensimo silently closed his eyes, opened them, closed his eyes again, and opened them again. Although he accepted that his new employer might be a super wealthy boss, he still couldn't bear it and wanted to complain:
"Do you want to take the Mage Tower to the New World?"
"Sorry, the mage tower cannot float for the time being."
Gretel spread his hands innocently. Hey, when will he be able to make the mage tower levitate... I don't know if there is a substitute for the legendary Myser energy core in the previous life...
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