"It's not him. With that guy's current level, he still can't create fire damage magic patterns."
"Who is that? I heard that a third-level magic pattern master will come to clear the snow in the next two days. Last time, Ling Xuan went to Lord Beilong's house and asked him to reissue the task."
"Old Sally, don't wait any longer and bring up the task bar quickly."
The mercenaries were all talking at once.
The old bear stood up.
The burly middle-aged man wiped away his tears and nose with some embarrassment, and turned his head to look hopefully at the mission circle behind Sally.
Although the mercenaries present all said that they would pool their money to give him the sword-painting demon. But after working as a mercenary for so many years, Lao Xiong knew the hardships of this profession better than anyone else.
Don't look at these guys who drink heavily and eat a lot of meat. They often get commissions and find ways to make money back to their uncle. But in fact, among so many people, only a few can find more than ten gold coins in their pockets. On weekdays,
Everything you do here is life-threatening work, so naturally you use as much as you can.
If I save all my money, and one day my body is disemboweled with a claw of a monster, and my neck is bitten off, I will not be able to figure it out for the rest of my life.
Therefore, let alone everyone being extremely poor, even if they have money, Lao Xiong cannot bear to use it.
He has an upright nature and never wants to cause trouble to others. If he wants to go to the battlefield to avenge his wife and children, that is a man's own business. If he uses everyone's hard-earned money, he may die on the battlefield in the end, and he will not feel at ease.
Just because I couldn't refuse everyone's kindness, I felt grateful and sad at the same time. Once the suppressed emotions burst through the dam, I burst into tears for a while.
And when Sally said that his mission was completed and he only received one hundred and sixty gold, Old Xiong, who had never owed a favor in his life, could not express his gratitude in words.
Sally quickly checked the array tasks behind the counter. He said to everyone: "Look at the task bar."
Everyone looked up and saw that in the huge completed task bar in the center of the hall, the flowing tasks suddenly stopped one after another. Lao Xiong's entrusted task was in the middle of it.
On the taskbar, all information is clear at a glance.
On the task status, it is marked as completed and under inspection. However, the task undertaker does not have a name, but is a lone wolf mark that leaves a line of lonely footprints in the wasteland.
"No name!"
"Lone wolf? Who is this?"
"Never heard of it."
The mercenaries were whispering among themselves. For a moment, they couldn't figure out who this magic pattern master who had never appeared in the mission hall of Meiding City was from.
In the mission hall system, the name is always just a symbol.
Just like Lao Xiong. Everyone calls him Lao Xiong because he is older than most mercenaries, and the mark on the mercenary nameplate is a bear.
As for Lao Xiong’s original name, few people know it.
Of course, no matter what the old bear is called, his nameplate will always be the same.
When he receives the nameplate, the mission hall will leave a mysterious record collected from his blood as his identity. No matter whether he registers his name in the mission hall or whether he hides himself from others
The serial number will not hinder his identity confirmation in the mission hall.
All in all, the mercenary nameplate is the identification of the mercenaries in the mission hall. The mission hall can not only determine whether the person matches his nameplate at any time, and record his mission and credit status, but also allows the person to hide his true identity.
His status, even His Majesty Edward, is no exception.
Therefore, when this person only shows his lone wolf mark, not to mention the mercenaries who have never seen this mark, even mission hall staff like Sally have no idea who this person is.
"Look, this guy is still a level zero mercenary."
"Level Zero?"
"Why did the inspection take so long?"
"Looking at the time this guy registered, it seems to be today. Damn it, he's not a rookie, right?"
The more he talked, the quieter the hall became, and everyone felt a little uneasy.
At this moment, suddenly, a blacksmith rushed into the mission hall like a whirlwind and went straight to the mission taking over area.
It's the blacksmith Aris.
The short mercenary had sharp eyes and recognized him at a glance.
In addition to the staff of the mission hall and their own companions, the people that mercenaries interact with the most on weekdays are probably blacksmiths and pharmacists.
Aris is a third-level blacksmith. He used to work in the largest blacksmith shop in the city, but later he ran out to work alone.
Everyone is familiar with his situation and knows that this third-level blacksmith has good forging skills. In the past, everyone liked to ask him to help repair armor, or asked to buy the weapons forged by him.
However, after being pulled out to work alone, Aris's life went from bad to worse. After all, a blacksmith without a wind board cannot show his skills no matter how good he is.
It is no secret here that the Aris blacksmith wants to ask someone to make a wind board. His task has been pending in the task area for a long time, and no one has accepted it.
Firstly, the price of a wind board is too low, and most magic pattern masters are not willing to undertake it. Secondly, the magic pattern on the wind board requires more than a hundred lines. A bottle of first-level painted magic for ten Jinlulang
Ink, I'm afraid it's not enough.
Aris only gave sixty-five gold langs. It was like asking a magic pattern master to draw a wind board that cost about 25 gold langs after adding the possibility of failure. It was really a bit difficult. Moreover,
A mere point in the mission hall is simply not worth looking at.
However, today everyone discovered that Aris rushed into the mission hall with a red face. Because he came in a hurry, he was still wearing the leather apron he wore when he was blacksmithing, and he was holding a hammer in his hand.
"I'm here to collect the mission!" Aris rushed to the counter, straightened his neck and shouted inside, "Quick, my wind board. Wind board."
"Wait a minute, Mr. Aris," a panting staff member who ran in behind him pulled Aris and said with a wry smile: "I just informed you, you ran like the wind, come over here."
"Oh!" Aris Blacksmith, who had a smooth head with only a few hairs left, nodded vigorously and followed the staff member with an eager look on his face.
The mercenaries watched as the staff led Aris to a nearby testing table and handed him the wind panel that had been delivered.
During this process, the mercenaries saw the commissioned task information displayed on the testing platform at a glance.
"Lone Wolf! Aris's wind board was also completed by a lone wolf."
"Go over and have a look!"
With a whoop, all the mercenaries gathered around?
"What is this?!" The moment Aris took over the wind board excitedly, he was suddenly confused.
As a blacksmith, I know very well the magic patterns on the wind board. But the wind board in front of me doesn't look like a normal magic pattern when I look at it from left to right.
Of course, out of absolute trust in the mission hall, he just looked at the staff in confusion.
"Mr. Aris, I have to tell you that you are very lucky." The staff member smiled and took the wind panel from Aris' hand, and while personally testing it for him on the inspection table, he said: "This wind panel
The magic pattern on it was made by a new magic pattern master here. Not only is it a brand new magic pattern, but also..."
"And what?" Aris scratched his head and scratched his head anxiously when he heard that the staff said it but usually didn't say anything.
Soon, his hand stopped motionless by his cheek. He opened his mouth wide and his upper lip protruded sharply, like a big crowing rooster.
"Wind level five!"
"Look, it's really a level 5 wind!"
The crowd nearby suddenly became noisy.
For a price of sixty-five jinlulang, Aris actually got a wind board with level 5 wind power! Not to mention blacksmithing, even if he sold it immediately, he would still make at least a hundred jinlulang!
Bang! The hammer in Aris' hand suddenly fell to the ground.
He looked at his wind board stupidly, his cheeks twitching, and then he rushed over like lightning, holding his precious wind board in his arms, as if he would not let go even if it killed him.
Looking at the wind board in Aris' hand, Lao Xiong and others looked at each other and turned to look at the task bar.
At this moment, a voice that everyone had been waiting for appeared for a long time.
"Old Bear," Sally, who had just taken out the sword, walked up to the Old Bear, "your sword is out."
The entire hall became silent.
In the eyes of the mercenaries, Old Xiong took the sword.
This is his first magic pattern equipment since he broke through the first level of Dou Qi and formed a battle ring at the age of twenty-eight.
Back then, he was very poor in the frontier army. After retiring, he became a mercenary and couldn't save any money. Originally, he thought that he would never have a chance to use magic pattern equipment in this life.
Unexpectedly, it came to him at this moment.
My wife and children are dead, so what’s the use of coming here?
Too late?
It’s not too late! How can a man take revenge without a good sword?
The old bear took a long breath and pulled out the long sword. Amidst the vibrating sound like a dragon's roar, without even looking at the magic patterns on the sword, the fighting spirit in his body was increased and the battle ring was activated.
There was a loud sound.
A bright flame, like a fire dragon, suddenly rose into the air from the smooth sword. Countless red fire threads were entangled and swimming. The outer edge of the jagged flame was forced out one foot along the edge of the sword.
How far!
The firelight reflected the old bear's tearful eyes red, and also reflected the faces of all the mercenaries present.
For a moment, everyone was in an uproar.
"Holy Emperor, is this level one fire damage?" a mercenary murmured.
"Pfft," another mercenary activated his long sword, which also had a first-level flame damage magic mark. He looked at the faint fire on it, and then looked at the sword in Old Xiong's hand, dumbfounded: "Then what is this?"
"Sally..." Amidst the commotion, Old Bear stared at the sword in his hand and said softly.
"What's the matter?" Sally asked.
"Can I meet this Mr. Magic Pattern Master?" Old Xiong swung his sword fiercely and looked at the flames on the sword, forming a sharp flame edge in the air.
"I'm afraid not." Sally shook his head: "You know, don't say that this gentleman set up this kind of nameplate just because he doesn't want to show up. Even if he wants to, no one will see him in the mission hall now."
"Oh, why?" Old Bear asked.
"Your sword and Aris's wind plate have been reported to Mani City headquarters. Within our mission hall, the confidentiality level of this magic pattern master has also been raised to SSS level."
Sally said: "It's hard for you to understand what a new type of magic pattern means to the mission hall. The headquarters has just sent a message through Chuan Yunyan, and a seventh-level supervisor will come over immediately on a magic ship.
"
"It seems that Justin is going to be prosperous again." A mercenary curled his lips.
"Developed?" Sally sneered: "That's hard to say."
There were some words that Sally, who had just learned a little about the situation, did not say. After all, this was about the internal affairs of the mission hall.
The old bear stopped his fighting spirit and carefully looked at the magic pattern on the long sword. He put the sword back into its scabbard.
"Guys, Old Bear, I have to take the first step." He hugged his acquaintances one by one to say goodbye, and finally hugged Sally and said: "Tell this gentleman for me, I owe him a favor. If I
The old bear is still alive, and if I can see him, I will repay him no matter what."
Letting go of Sally, the old bear looked around.
"If I die..."
Before Old Xiong finished speaking, the mercenaries all started laughing.
"Old Bear, don't say unlucky words."
"Yes, with such a good sword, you can kill a few more Phillies."
"Don't worry." Sally, who knew Lao Xiong's thoughts best, said: "Don't say he is a magic pattern master that even the mission hall is unwilling to offend. Just because he gave you the magic sword, he is a friend of these guys.
!”
"Sally is right." The short mercenary standing next to the two of them said to the old bear seriously: "If you don't pay it back, we will pay it back for you. As long as he takes out the Lone Wolf nameplate, Meiding City