Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes

"...So, Dragonborn, I still need to ask you to represent us to contact that NPC named 'Anvis'.

Since you are his follower, we need your way to contact him. "

After briefly describing the club's decision, the sharp sword swung the dark red inferior wine in the glass without taking a second sip, while looking at the Dragonborn with a serious expression.

The professional players of White Light Sports have a very clear division of labor. For various matters that need to be negotiated with players or NPCs, the salted fish poet in front of him is usually the representative to deal with them.

"So, what about my benefits, Xiao Jian?"

Glancing at the bard in a businesslike negotiating posture, the last dragonborn leaned back on the creaking old wooden bar chair and smiled lazily.

"Are you willing to come back? If so, the club can sign you again immediately, and all terms can be negotiated."

Not surprised by the question raised by Dragonborn, Sharp Sword habitually pushed down his glasses, and then realized that he was not wearing glasses in the game.

"Sorry, when I terminated my contract with the White Light Club, I was already not prepared to be bound by any club.

Now, I hope to be able to play the game completely according to my own wishes, instead of having to perform tasks assigned by the club. "

Hearing the sharp sword's solicitation to him again, the elf was silent for a while, and rejected his proposal flatly.

"I knew your choice would be this way."

Hearing the answer from the last dragonborn, Sharp Sword nodded without any surprise.

"So, according to the research decision of the club's top management, I hope to hire you as a special foreign aid player for White Light."

"Every month, the club will pay you a fixed salary and will not interfere with your normal game.

Of course, this salary is much less than that of an official team member, and it is even more incomparable with the salary you once received as a captain. I hope you can understand. "

After briefly introducing the treatment, the sharp sword began to explain the responsibility of this identity.

"As a specially hired foreign aid, you need to help us with some things, and relative to the importance of your help, we will also give you extra bonuses.

This bonus is not limited to real money, but can also be converted into in-game supplies.

Or provide you with support from the club when you need it. "

"The style of this proposal should be proposed by those guys from the Strategic Analysis Department?"

After listening to the bard's proposal, the dragonborn thought for a while, and finally nodded.

"That's fine, I agree."

"Also, if you need to make any preparations, you can do so now. I will contact Anvis at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

In a few words, a successful cooperation was reached, and the atmosphere on the wine table relaxed again.

"However, Dragonborn, I heard that you are running a force called [NPC Protection Association]?"

The tone casually mentioned the recent news, the sharp sword eyes looked at the center of the tavern, standing in the orange light of the stone fireplace, the bard who told the story impassionedly,

The eyes of peers will always be attracted by another peer.

"It's nothing, just playing around."

The elf spoke plainly, then drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and looked at the poet who was telling the story.

He knew his former team member, the sharp sword is the type who completely regards the game as a job, and the benchmark for all selections is for the most efficient and maximized profits.

Therefore, he is not going to expand on this topic.

Just at this time, the story of the bard is gradually approaching the climax.

"...'I'm here to fight the beast!' In the tavern, a drunken female warrior said loudly. A mercenary in the tavern stood up jokingly. 'I have one here now.'

The female soldier walked a few steps and came to the mercenary, her fiery gaze made him lose confidence gradually.

'Show me the beast. ’ She said firmly, ‘I will keep attacking it until it falls! '"

Hearing this, the noisy voices in the tavern became a little quieter, and a group of mercenaries with five big and three rough raised their wine glasses and waited attentively for the follow-up development.

The last dragonborn instinctively glanced at tiramisu, worried that the girl would feel uncomfortable with this story,

As a former captain, he is always used to take care of each team member's emotions.

However, when she turned her gaze away, the elf found that she seemed to be listening more attentively than those aboriginal mercenaries.

"What? Do you need my sister's help to deal with your 'beast', the one with a weak point and a critical strike?"

Noticing the dragonborn's gaze, the cat-eared girl hooked her little finger provocatively, and the small jet-black dagger in her hand silently turned around.

"Thank you, no need..."

His face twitched, and the elf turned around, unable to complain about tiramisu's wicked personality.

He probably suffered from a mind blinding technique just now, so he was worried that the kitten would not adapt to this atmosphere.

.....

After a brief rest in the tavern, everyone left the tavern, went to the supply point in the city to receive the overhauled combat structure, and then rushed to the battle front outside the city.

The tide of dark beasts has not receded, they are only temporarily retreating from the front line to take a rest.

Wearing a burst of dark red explosive dragon armor, the elf rushed out of the city alone along the snowy streets.

The surroundings are very deserted, there are very few pedestrians, and most of them are nervous. Occasionally a carriage appeared and hurried past with a rumble.

White fine snow is floating in the sky, and the howling north wind blows through the streets and alleys, covering everything with a cold silvery white.

On the walls of the surrounding houses, garlands made of holly branches and edelweiss were hung, and from time to time, fixed stalls that were temporarily demolished can be seen here and there.

People had already prepared to celebrate the arrival of the annual New Year's Day, but because of the sudden tide of dark beasts, they had to cancel it hastily.

"Mom, look! What's that?"

In the distance, a little girl about four or five years old was held by her mother and pointed curiously at the last dragon descendant who was wearing a strange armor.

She was wearing a slightly shabby but very clean burlap coat, wrapped tightly like a rice dumpling, and her little face exposed outside was flushed red from the cold.

"That's the 'construction', that is, the special armor made by the sorcerers, my child. The people in the construction are the same as us. And they will go out of the city to fight against the terrifying monsters outside the city."

The mother, who was also dressed in shabby linen clothes, looked at the direction her daughter was pointing to, and couldn't help showing a touch of respect on her face, and explained to her daughter in a low voice.

"Is that so? Mr. Constructor won't be afraid when he sees those terrifying monsters?"

The little guy nodded ignorantly, thought for a while, and then asked with some doubts.

"Of course I will be afraid. Facing the countless monsters outside, even the legendary powerful professionals will feel afraid."

The mother gently stroked her little head, talking softly.

"However, for the safety of the city and us, they still stood up. So, just like your father, they are all heroes who protect us!"

The little girl nodded knowingly, her big eyes flickering at the dragonborn's armor.

Then, under her mother's surprised gaze, she suddenly broke free from her mother's hand, waved her hand in the direction of the last dragonborn, and let out a crisp cry.

"Mr. Construction, may the North Wind bless your steps!"

Hearing her shout, the hasty footsteps of the last dragonborn came to a halt.

Turning his face to the little girl, under the uneasy eyes of his mother beside him, he gently lifted the dark red mask, revealing the young face underneath.

The light green eyes stared at the little guy. In the howling north wind, the elf smiled and waved to the innocent little girl.

"Thank you, little girl, may your path lead to light—"