I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

"Well, please give me this," Chidiga ordered a pasta that looked good on the menu, but the price made Bell want to cry.

"Mr. Siddigar!"

"It's okay, don't be so petty," Siddija spread her hands.

"Well said," the female shopkeeper backhanded a glass of wine in front of Sidika, "I'll sell this to you."

Siddija:  …

"Hey..." Bell was eating pasta with tears in his eyes, "Good time."

The Minotaur was struck in vain.

Although he didn't hit it, such a big bag of gold coins was gone.

"The taste is worth the price," Siddija gave the female shopkeeper a thumbs up.

"That's right~ Would you like some more," the female shopkeeper raised her brows proudly.

"Next time, Little White Rabbit's pocket has been emptied," Siddija smiled and shook her head.

"Uuuuu..." Bell covered his face.

"It doesn't matter, it's better to go back and kill two tauren," Siddija stretched out, "By the way, let's set a small goal first, and Bell will kill ten tauren."

"Ten... ten!" Bell's eyes widened, "That's the Minotaur! I'm only LV1!"

"So?" Siddija tilted her head.

"So...that's it," Bell danced for a while and then bowed his head, "How could I have fought."

"LV1 won't be able to win the Minotaur who decided," Siddija raised his finger and pointed to Bell's forehead, "This dungeon only started with LV1, and it's a group of people like you who are constantly exploring Unknown realm, Bell, not only high-level adventurers can defeat the Minotaur, but because you can defeat the Minotaur, you become a high-level adventurer, you can do it too, because... "

Siddija flicked Bell's forehead.

"You're very upset, aren't you?"

Bell opened his eyes.

The shopkeeper nodded with a smile.

"But trash is always trash!"

A discordant voice sounded in the store, and the owner of the voice had no intention of covering it up. No, it should be said that he deliberately raised his voice.

Chapter 3 I'm here to make you a hero

he's drunk.

Siddija lowered her eyes.

The werewolf youth with one foot on the table did not intend to cover up his voice at all, talking loudly about what happened today.

Chatting after dinner is a common occurrence.

But he was laughing at someone, obviously it was their mistake, but he completely skipped it and laughed at the rookie who almost died because of their mistake.

And this newbie...

Hidega looked at Bell with his head down in a complicated way.

"boom----"

Bell stood up and rushed out of the abundant hostess without any indication.

The rich hostess is still lively and lively, and the people in the store are still revelling, as if Bell, who just left, is just a breeze.

Sidika calmly drank the wine handed to him by the female store manager.

Bell wants to be a hero.

This is Hera's message to Hidicah.

What is the idea?

The heroic story told by Zeus to Bell is extremely beautiful. Heroes are always admired naturally, heroes can always create miracles, and heroes can always encounter heart-wrenching encounters.

So Bell looks forward to a hero.

But this doesn't work...

Maybe that was the hero in Zeus' eyes.

But that's not a hero.

Bell still doesn't understand the meaning of a hero.

If there is no heavy burden on his back, if he is only looking forward to encounters, then Bell will always be just a passerby standing in the crowd and looking up at the hero.

"You are Mr. Bell's companion, why don't you help him," Xier sat beside Siddija with a puzzled face.

"Dreams are beautiful. If you want to make dreams come true," Siddija put the empty wine glass on the table, "at least you have to open your eyes to see this cruel reality."

"But Mr. Bell like that...it's so pitiful," Seeer turned her head away.

"Yeah, those who are not reconciled are about to cry. It is because of this..." Siddija stood up and walked slowly in the direction of the werewolf youth. "He can come out of the crowd and stand in that position."

"What do you want to do?" Xier tilted her head.