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This is a ring with a dark black body and a simple silver-white pattern on the outside.

The material of the ring seems to be made of black steel, but the surface does not reflect the unique luster of metal, but is frosted, slightly dull, and seems to be specially treated with matte.

Barrett once heard from a mage who is familiar with him that all the space rings, if they want to be able to open and close the demi-planes connected to them freely through mental power, they must add a sufficient amount of mithril when making them. As for Barrett's calfskin bags, there is no such requirement for space equipment that needs to be taken out and put in by hand.

It should be an alloy of black steel and mithril, Barrett guessed. As for whether it contains other metals, it is not for him to know.

Barrett's attention was attracted by the quaint pattern on the ring, because the pattern of the pattern was familiar to him - Nord's tattoo.

Before the Magic Empire, each barbarian tribe had different tattoo patterns on their foreheads. These primitive and wild patterns were not only used for decoration and sacrifice, but also a kind of identification and symbol of identity.

Babies born to barbarians generally have only a few stripes, and they will increase as adults. And whenever he made a significant contribution to the tribe, the tattoos on his forehead would be like a medal, with a few more. Even some legendary warriors with outstanding feats will have tattoos on their foreheads that spread to their cheeks and even their necks.

Not only that, but some important and special characters of each tribe will also have their own unique tattoo patterns, such as the tribe's patriarchs and elders.

But after the establishment of the Magic Empire, the mages used the Whip of Order to unite the barbarians of all the different tribes.

The sorcerers commanded them to use Common, learn law and civilization. During that time, other human beings had no kingdom boundaries and no kings; and the barbarians also lost the gap between different tribes and the concept of patriarchs and elders. Everyone became a citizen of the Magic Empire at the same time, and they were all ordinary people who did not know magic, and there was no difference.

Over time, these patterns that were stabbed on the forehead gradually lost their original function, and were just passed down as a common custom.

Of course, even now, if a person has in-depth research on Nord's tattoos, he can still roughly judge where he is from Nord from the tattoo on the Nord's forehead. After all, each tattoo artist has its own different craftsmanship and inheritance, and the Nord people in the same area generally have similar tattoo patterns on their foreheads.

"This space ring belongs to a former comrade of our team." Old Will's expression became a little serious, "His name is Erunde, and like you, he is also a Nord."

"No, I can't accept it." Barrett rejected it with difficulty, and pushed the ring back to Old Will.

Although he particularly and very much wants a space ring of his own (which adventurer doesn't want it), he knows that even one-tenth of the space ring is not enough for his contribution in the foggy forest. .

Of course, Barrett is not the kind of noble, pure-hearted person who doesn't take a penny for the extra remuneration given by others, but only takes what he deserves - Barrett is not such a person. He is also as greedy as other adventurers, but only has his own principles and bottom lines.

More importantly, Barrett was worried that the ring would have other attachments.

He still remembered that the [Mission Log] once said in the mission description, "They hope that after this mission, you can officially join the team of 'dirty novels'."

Although the Dirty Novel is a very elite team of adventurers, and the staffing is very reasonable (if the strange personalities and hobbies of these people are excluded), Barrett does not want to join it.

"You see its hot expression as if you are looking at your lover, but you don't want to have her." Old Will's face was a little confused, "What is it that makes you worry? Or, Are you worried that we will ask you to do more for us for this?"

When Old Will said these words, Barry couldn't help but "crack" in his heart. He even felt that the mage in front of him had spied into his heart again, and he meant something else in his words. But fortunately it seems that he thinks too much.

"I'm a lazy person, doing things at will." Barrett stirs the seafood soup unconsciously with a spoon, carefully organizing the language in his mind, "I don't really hope that I will join a fixed team, I am Said, that kind of long, stable adventure life in a team is not for me."

He looked up at the mage, then moved his gaze to the half-elf's face, and finally settled on the space ring in the middle of the table.

"Oh? Why?" Old Will asked.

The mage did not directly ask why Barrett thought that 'dirty fiction' wanted to recruit him, but asked why 'dirty fiction' was not suitable for him. It seemed that both parties tacitly acquiesced in this matter.

"I sometimes get a job and then give it up abruptly the next day. It's not that I don't find the job for me, or that the pay isn't good enough." Barrett tore a piece of bread and put it in the seafood soup , "for no reason, just suddenly bored. I would lie in some farmer's haystack, sleep all day, and steal food everywhere when I'm hungry, steal the farmer's chickens and corn, and put them in the Roasted over the fire. But once the peasants found me, they would chase me out like a goblin with a dung fork."

Such a day happened fifteen years ago, when Barrett had just become an adventurer a few years ago. He was tired of licking blood and precarious situations. It seemed that the life of adventurers was not as interesting as the novel said. .

"Sometimes I don't go to the foggy forest once for more than half a year, and I don't take any quests. I just stay in a dilapidated inn, go to the nearby pub during the day to ask for a rye beer, and flirt with the waitress for a whole day. Go back to the hotel at night and overhear the noise or moaning of the tenant next door."

Those days happened ten years ago, when the young and competitive Barrett just began to learn to be the captain himself. He organized three adventures in a row, but they all ended in annihilation. No one in the team could get out of the foggy forest, except himself.

That was the most confusing time in Barrett's life.

"I have to say, it's really a good hobby." The half-elf had a narrow smile on his face. "A tall Nord lying in a room eavesdropping on the voice next door, it's funny just thinking about it in my head."

The mage looked at Barritt calmly and indifferently, waiting for him to continue.

"I sometimes do whatever it takes to achieve my goals. When there is a conflict between the mission goal and the team of other adventurers, I will use all kinds of despicable means to squeeze them out, and often even fight against each other with swords."

That period happened 5 years ago, not long after Barrett finished slaughtering the dragon (pseudo-dragon), giving people the feeling of being both powerful and bloody. In order to grab the mission target, he would often fight with other adventurer teams. , and he usually doesn't show mercy. No less than fifty adventurers were killed or injured in his hands. The barbarity and tyranny of the Nords were brought into full play by him.

As for the current Barrett, he is calm and reserved, just like the saber around his waist. Although it is not unusually sharp, anyone who underestimates it will pay a painful price.

"More importantly, I'm not the same as you guys~www.readwn.com~ How to describe it?" Barrett read all the people in the 'dirty novel' again, "It's as if you belong to Mu Ya, and I belong to the Bay of Pigs. Although you came to the Bay of Pigs, you still belong to Muya; even if I go to Muya, I still belong to the Bay of Pigs..."

After Barrett finished speaking, he quietly continued his breakfast. The half-elf Estelle looked at Mage Will, the old Will looked at his pipe, the ogre looked at the kitchen, and the dwarf looked at the dagger in his hand.

I said such a big thing, it would be too embarrassing if they said that they had no intention of recruiting me at all. Such a nondescript idea suddenly appeared in Barrett's mind. Fortunately, Old Will didn't say that.

"I understand what you think." The mage nodded, "We really want you to join the 'dirty novel', and we do have this plan. And in the task of catching frost bugs, I think our cooperation Quite a tacit understanding. No matter what you say about who you are, at least the rest of the team recognizes you, especially Moglock."

"The Nords are gourmets." The ogre said in a loud voice, "Moglock is also a gourmet!"

"Sorry..." Barrett was about to say something, but the mage waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to explain.

"Although your participation will make this team stronger, yes, it will definitely be stronger! But if you don't want to, we won't force it. To tell you the truth, I do know a few that can make you stronger. It's a small way to change your mind, but the Magic Association doesn't allow mages to do this." Old Will made a mischievous face, "But whether you join or not, this space ring will belong to you. Trust me, we have no other Any request is just to fulfill a person's wish."

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