Chapter 67 Mission
He tugged at the cloak draped over his arm and spat at the person next to him: "Look at him, and look at you! You were still playing with women in a brothel when you were 16."
"Don't argue with me, look him in the eyes."
The gray-robed mage diagonally opposite him adjusted his crooked glasses and tugged at a strand of the man's hair with his fingertips: "Look at the look in his eyes, he probably spent the night in a brothel too..."
"puff…"
[Wow? Is your game really that open-ended?]
[Just the tip of the iceberg! Who knows how many women Luo Zi, the private equity investor, has slept with!]
Luo Xia was so angry when he saw the comments on the screen that his face turned red and his neck became thick.
Just as I was about to argue with the audience, I realized I had already been warned, so I had no choice but to swallow my saliva and continue watching.
At that moment, suppressed chuckles echoed around the hall, and Elro's fingertips unconsciously rubbed the pocket with a large hole at his waist.
"Hello, I would like to accept an S-rank mission."
He leaned against the wooden railing at the front desk, his chin almost hitting the counter.
The middle-aged woman in charge of registration put down her quill and looked at Elro.
Upon initial observation, the boy noticed that the wound on her brow bone had scabbed over, and the scar meandered from behind her ear to her chin.
Her face also has a lot of scars, which is disfiguring for a woman!
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[I know this. It must have been accidentally damaged during the recent raid on Magellan's convoy by various factions.]
[Anyone playing this game want to make some videos explaining it, like Magellan?]
[Don't rush, we'll start editing the video after you finish watching these two episodes.]
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Despite noticing something amiss from the wound, Elro remained silent.
The woman's gaze swept over the badge on his chest, her pupils contracted slightly, and her eyes moved back and forth between the badge and the boy's face.
"Silver-rank adventurer...child, are you sure you want to accept an S-rank mission?" The woman stared at him in disbelief, her voice tinged with doubt.
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire hall fell silent, with only the sound of shallow breathing remaining.
The gray-robed mage's crystal pendant fell onto the table, and he turned to look at Elro with a face full of questions.
The red-bearded man was about to take a drink when his hand froze in mid-air, his body trembling as he couldn't stop laughing.
Staring at the brass lock on the front desk drawer, Airo's Adam's apple bobbed: "Confirmed."
"The pollution investigation in Mamica City..."
The middle-aged woman's quill pen tip pierced the paper, outlining the simplest task among the current S-class tasks.
The woman paused, then looked up at him with a worried expression.
"A year ago, a Gold-rank adventurer named Talos believed that this quest should be upgraded to SS-rank, but you haven't even reached the level of a mage yet—"
"I have this." Elro interrupted the woman, pulling a bone from inside his cloak.
Beneath the deep blue skeleton, a wisp of purple ghostly fire continued to burn, its high recognizability making it almost indistinguishable from the bounty posters plastered on the wall.
At that moment, the camera swept across the bounty poster on the wall. The client was Dracula, and the price offered was a full 50,000 gold coins per piece!
However, due to the Loch Ness Monster incident, no one dared to take on the task, and the diamond adventurers who went higher were either injured or killed in the chase...
A collective gasp filled the air. The red-bearded middle-aged man suddenly stood up, then stood still: "This is... the bones of that skeleton in Loch Ness Forest? This kid really went there?"
"Didn't they say there was a monster in that place a while ago? It defeated an army of 600,000. Did he buy it?" A magician at another table stood up and leaned closer.
The gray-robed mage quickly shook his head and said decisively, "Impossible, this poor kid's equipment is terrible, he doesn't have that kind of money."
The middle-aged woman suddenly gripped Elro's wrist with considerable force, as if to stop his foolish idea.
It was only then that Elro noticed that she was still wearing half a broken ring on her ring finger.
The diamond ring was burned black, and looked rather comical on her finger, but she treasured it like a precious gem.
"Sigh..." Elro glanced at the middle-aged woman with sympathy and pursed his lips.
"This is your last chance." Her voice was so low that only the two of them could hear it. "Once the quest scroll is signed for, the guild will not be responsible for anything."
Airo withdrew his hand, dipped his fingertips in the ink on the register, and then pressed his fingerprint on it without hesitation.
"This kid is really fearless...? Even a Gold-ranked adventurer wouldn't do that... What a pity..."
The gray-robed mage suddenly chuckled, then shook his head helplessly: "Look, Mr. Silver is going to challenge an S-rank! By the time he gets back, his grave will be covered in weeds!"
A burst of laughter erupted around them. The red-bearded middle-aged man spat a mouthful of wine on the ground, but suddenly fell silent when his eyes met those of Elro.
The boy's eyes held no anger as he had expected, only a deathly calm, and he paid no heed to what the others were saying.
"Take the scroll," Lynn said.
The middle-aged woman stared at him for three seconds, but in the end she couldn't resist him. She turned around, opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out two scrolls.
As she pushed the scroll across the table, Elro noticed the burn scars showing through her cuffs.
It was a very small scar, so small that the audience couldn't make it out from the viewer's perspective, but Elro, standing right in front of him, could see its shape.
— Hexagonal star
"Sigh, you're still so young... Why are you so stubborn? What do you need so much money for?"
At this point, the middle-aged woman suddenly lowered her voice, staring at him in surprise: "Don't tell me it's because of an orc..."
As the guild gate creaked behind them, the murmurs behind them rose again.
With his legs crossed, the gray-robed mage rested his head on his hand with a contented look on his face: "I bet 5,000 gold coins that the grass on his grave is 6 meters tall!"
"I bet eight meters!" The red-bearded middle-aged man laughed amidst the clinking of glasses, looking at Elro with utter disdain.
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[I think these people are crazy. What business is it of theirs whether someone accepts the offer or not?]
[He's a complete lunatic, always making sarcastic remarks, but the protagonist is surprisingly tolerant!]
[Players, please explain: what level is a 16-year-old advanced seventh-tier mage?]
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The barrage of curses and insults quickly drowned out any discussion of the plot, forcing some players to seek explanations on the official forums.
Stretching, the middle-aged man with the red beard sat up and slowly walked to the front desk: "You dare to take on a case all by yourself? Nobody else does. Let's go take one too."
"Good, good... Let this kid see what an adventurer really is." The other adventurers chimed in.
Soon, more than 10 people crowded around the front desk. After the middle-aged woman handed them a scroll, they all eagerly looked at the contents of the mission.
"Find clues to Earl Lorraine?"
"The Earl of Lorraine? No, that guy's the one who's been getting along really well with that ultimate beast from the North