I Am Stuck In A Beta Test For 1000 Years

Chapter 26. Are You A Player?

"Where did we not do well?"

Her voice was teary.

It was a petite girl, one of the mercenaries.

She was too petite. She was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Her young body was tightly wrapped in the brown and black mercenary uniform, and she wore a felt hat on her head. Her long green hair was wrapped inside, with a few strands of black hair hanging down along with the band of the felt hat.

Char could not help but let out a soft gasp.

The mercenaries that appeared in this storyline all had the same four faces, so he did not pay much attention to them this time.

However, this young lady had a sweet voice...

He had never seen it before.

A new NPC randomly generated after the open beta?

She had a temperament of a young girl, which had a different kind of freshness.

Char's interest was piqued.

"Pay attention to your attitude toward your employer!"

Mendelssohn stood up, his fat body like a mountain of meat, lying in front of the girl.

"We paid three times the average hiring fee to hire you, not to see you cry! It's just a dead person. As a mercenary, you don't even have this awareness. Why don't you go back and drink a few more years of milk? You really are a lowly commoner!"

The young girl was stunned at first, and then her mouth was wide open.

"Waaa! I quit! I'll pay the penalty! I won't be a mercenary anymore!"

She pulled on her body and her uniform actually fell off, revealing her tight-fitting newbie clothes...

F*ck ...

She really was a player?

Char was so shocked that he could not close his mouth.

A player could actually...

If she was born around Nanhai County...

One time, he was randomly born in Nanhai County, and it just so happened that the Blosoro Mercenary Association was recruiting people there. However, Char was too busy at that time.

When he had gone to Blosoro, he had learned that the recruitment had gone on for an entire month.

It turned out that it was a profession that was open to the novice village.

Char finally understood.

The profession of a mercenary was quite special. It was not an automatic new profession after learning a skill, but one had to be recognized by the association before one could be granted an identity.

It emphasized the spirit of the contract, it did not care whether you were strong or weak. After all, the commission was full of non-combat content.

This was also the advantage of being a mercenary. Even if you did not want to kill monsters to level up, you could still do quests to gain experience. He could reach level 90 just by running errands and delivering letters.

In "Fantasy World", there was no such thing.

It did not exist.

Not to mention whether the NPC would trust you or not, whether you should trust him or not was a problem.

What if he did not give you a reward after you ran the errand? Could you still call the police?

That was why the Blosoro Mercenary Association came into being, solving the problem of trust.

The association would only open recruitment a few times a year, and it was not like Char had never changed his profession.

The experience was terrible.

How should he put it? it was good at everything, but it was not free.

The profession of a mercenary was more like a switch of game mode, allowing the players to experience the most traditional RPG.

He did missions to earn money, experience, and points to exchange for equipment. He also had endless daily and weekly missions to clear.

It was similar to the endless quests in some games.

To a wild horse like Char, it was too restrictive.

Most importantly, the mercenary code clearly stated that intimate contact with the employer is strictly prohibited.

However, there was no lack of mature young women or plump noble ladies among the employers...

That was why Char would always lose his mercenary status due to anonymous complaints, and the association would accuse him of being indecent.

He did not know how this female player had become a mercenary in two days and had been given such a mission ...

Char's curiosity was stirred.

"Now that I'm not a mercenary, I can scold you!"

The girl threw the badge on the ground and pointed at Mendelssohn's chubby face.

Her fingers were trembling because of her anger.

"Uncle George is dead, and so is Miss Anna. They both died to save you! If we had taken the main road, we would have been fine, but the two of you insisted on taking a shortcut. You even said that you've taken the road many times and that you'll bear the responsibility if anything goes wrong... You're all lying! You b*stards! You're not men, you have no sense of responsibility!"

The young girl did not seem to know how to scold people, and she only said a few soft words.

At the mention of a sad point, she cried so hard that she was covered in tears. She was so sensitive that she could not even speak.

"Waaa... You all are bad guys! Waaa..."

This was really...

She was really too cute.

"Have you said enough?" Felix's face darkened.

The girl was still sobbing.

"You broke the contract one-sidedly. According to the association's rules..."

"It's time."

Char suddenly spoke, interrupting Felix.

"I'll settle the score with you later."

He glared at the female mercenary, and when he turned to Char, his expression changed to an apologetic smile.

It was even more natural than changing his face.

"My lord, what did you say?"

"Follow me," Char ordered.

Char said indifferently and pushed the bushes away.

They quickly followed behind her. The young girl, who had already shed her identity as a mercenary, was stunned for a few seconds before she suddenly caught up.

"Wait for me! Don't leave me alone!"

A few minutes later, they arrived at the foot of a mountain.

There was a pitch-black cave above, from which a pungent smell wafted out.

This was Gryphon's nest. Normally, they would find it by following the smell of blood after injuring the Gryphon. Char brought her people over just like that.

Just as everyone was confused, Felix's rental contract ended.

According to the rules, the Gemstone Fireworks had to fly back to his hand.

Just then, the Gemstone Fireworks flew over!

A miserable scream came from the cave, and then a bloody mist exploded at the entrance.

A bright red light emerged from the black blood, dragging out a long shadow, and returned to Felix's hand like a swallow returning to its nest.

The Gryphon crawled to the entrance of the cave with great difficulty, cried out in grief, and then its corpse fell from the sky.

There was a large hole in its chest, and blood was flowing out.

[You have killed the Lord of Gryphon, Krulu. You have received 2500 experience. ]

Easy.

Every time Char saw it die so miserably, he felt like he had successfully stolen a chicken.

Who did not like instant kills?

If they were to really fight it, it would be a mess. This thing was the most intelligent monster below level 40.

Wild monsters were born with low intelligence and could not be compared to humanoid monsters. Only Krulu, who was at level 20, was as strong as level 35.

Those monsters were probably geniuses.

The death of a genius was a treasure.

A large, pitch-black Gryphon's corpse fell to the ground. Its claws glowed with a metallic luster, and one could tell at a glance that it was valuable.

Felix and Mendelssohn could not move anymore.

The two of them moved toward the corpse at the speed of a tortoise.

However, Char stood in front of the spoils of war. His thin body was like a high wall, and the two of them did not dare to cross him.

At this moment, a gentle voice was heard.

"Hello... Can you sell me the head of a Gryphon as a token of trust?" The young girl asked cautiously.

She probably thought Char was an NPC.

"You want to apply for a pension for them?" Char asked.

If there was a token to prove that there was a monster outside the assessment level during the journey, the pension of the dead mercenaries could be doubled, and the mission failure would not be judged to lower the evaluation of the team.

"Yes... Yes ..."

"But you're no longer a mercenary. Even if the mission is completed, you won't get any reward. As a deserter, you can't even enter the main entrance of the mercenary hall."

The girl was stunned. A few seconds later, she suddenly covered her mouth and screamed, "

"You're a player! You're not an NPC?"

"I didn't say I was an NPC."