Noble Emblem

The profession of mercenary is precarious. Think about it, when Beta was a player, he failed hundreds of times while upgrading adventure activities in the first three years after becoming a lord. In addition to the killing of various powerful monsters and evil creatures, there are also various environmental killings, terrain killings, machine killings, etc.

The way to die is completely worthy of another film called "The 100 Most Amazing Ways to Die in the World".

Of course, this has something to do with the fact that players are more "romantic", but we can still see from the side how dangerous the so-called adventurous life is.

As for these game natives who do not have the ability to resurrect, if they want to rise to the elite level through a life of adventure, they must not only be cautious enough, but also have excellent luck.

Of course, strength is an important factor. If people like Beta form a team of master-level experts to take risks and dig other people's ancient tombs, the mortality rate will never exceed one percent.

How many mercenaries died on the adventurous journey, and only a small number of people with great luck survived to the end with a smile.

Beta was not surprised by what happened to White. He looked at Bart and said calmly: "You have no money and no place to live now. A proud person like you will definitely not be willing to guard the door of a noble family and be an obedient person." dog, then becoming a mercenary is your only way out."

Bart was silent. He did have the idea of ​​going to other cities and becoming a free mercenary.

"But mercenaries are not so easy to do." Beta smiled: "Narrow escapes are the norm in the mercenary world. Those who survive gain both wealth and wealth, and the dead are forever forgotten. It is a cruel but interesting world."

But Bart said without hesitation: "It is true that the mercenary world has a narrow escape from death, but those are brave people, and they should not be commented on by people who stay behind and live a comfortable life."

There was a hint of sarcasm on Beta's lips: "I have been a mercenary for four years... Between the two of us, who is the one who stays behind?"

Bart was surprised. He looked at Beta in disbelief.

"It's strange?" Beta said with a strange expression what Bart was thinking at this time: "A fair-looking dude, a mage who looks like he's pampered, actually worked as a mercenary for four years. Absolutely impossible”

Bart looked a little embarrassed, and Beta told him exactly what was on his mind.

"People can't just look at appearances." Beta said with a smile: "Maybe you think I'm lying, but strength can't be fooled. I'm confident that I can knock you over with my bare hands within ten seconds. And No need to use any magic. Do you believe it or not?"

After staying for a while, Bart showed a strange smile, with an obvious sense of ridicule.

When Beta saw him like this, he threw the cup in his hand upwards, slapped his hands heavily on the armrests of the chair, flew into the air, and then kicked Bart with his left foot, with the force of wind and thunder, hitting Bart's head. .

Bart's reaction speed was also extremely fast. He moved half a step to the right to avoid the leg attack. When he was about to fight back, he saw Beta's body still in mid-air, twisting strangely, and his right leg was like a whip. Just pulled it over.

After all, a person's right leg is not a whip, so only when the speed reaches a certain level, a side kick will give people the feeling of a whip coming. That is due to the deceptive effect of vision.

But the phenomena that can cause visual illusions have their own reasons.

Bart tensed his left arm tightly, and then quickly shifted his weight to the right, intending to use his body weight and his own muscles to withstand the opponent's attack.

After a muffled thud, Bart felt the opponent's attack fall on his left arm, and it was like a thick iron root hitting him. It hurt horribly. Fortunately, the opponent's strength didn't seem to be too exaggerated. He only took three steps back to the left and then stopped.

After all, he is a magician and lacks strength... Damn it, how can a magician have such a powerful power? He can even knock a pure warrior like himself back three steps. You know, he is wearing iron armor.

Taking advantage of Bart's retreat, Beta put one hand on the ground and stood up straight with a beautiful flip. The speed was surprisingly fast. At the same time, he took two steps forward, leaned down with his upper body, and then hit Bart's chin with an uppercut with his left hand.

Bart finally stood firm, and when he saw Beta approaching, he immediately pressed his hands down to block the opponent's lower uppercut attack.

His reaction speed was very fast, and he did block Beta's lower uppercut, but his expression changed drastically in the next second, because he did not feel any force from the opponent's lower uppercut attack.

This is a feint.

As soon as the thought flashed through Bart's head, he received a powerful blow to the left side of his face and chin.

Beta's punch still left an afterimage, knocking Bart backwards and hitting the wall.

Boxers love to attack the chin because it can easily cause a concussion. Bart is a warrior with extraordinary physique. Although he will not lose his balance and fall to the ground after being hit hard on the chin like ordinary people, the huge impact still makes his body a little unresponsive, and there are even flowers in his sight. point.

He pressed his hands against the wall and tried his best to open his eyes to see Beta on the opposite side and fight back, but soon a wry smile appeared on his face.

Beta's right hand fingers formed into a sword and pointed at his throat.

Bart knew very well that if Beta were the enemy, he would be dead by now.

"Are you a warrior or a magician?" Bart shook his head. The slight dizziness in his head was gradually disappearing. He looked at Beta opposite him in surprise: "Ordinary multi-professionals cannot fight like you. experience."

"I said I have been a mercenary for four years, but you don't believe me."

Bart suddenly squatted on the ground and held his head in his hands like a country boy. At this time, a huge sense of shame conflicted in his heart.

Ahhhhhh... I really want to die. A rookie who had never even seen blood actually said such self-righteous words to a veteran mercenary who had experienced many battles.

I wish I had a hole in the ground to drill myself into.

The above words represent Bart's state of mind at this time.

Bang... A bag of gold coins was thrown in front of Bart. Beta said: "There are fifteen gold coins in it, which are considered as mission wages paid in advance for you. Go out and change yourself to a good weapon and a good shield. Then clean yourself up." Let’s report here before eight o’clock tomorrow morning.”

Bart, who was about to explode with shame, picked up the money bag and rushed out. At this time, he didn't want to stay in this house for even a second.

Running out of the hotel and running down the street, ignoring the surprised looks of pedestrians, Bart didn't stop until he was tired and sweating profusely.

At this time, the sense of shame had been reduced a lot, and he began to feel that something was wrong.

After thinking about it carefully, his expression suddenly changed: Damn it, when did I agree to be his subordinate.