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Two notices lay flat on the table.

A bright and brand new one, with a series of beautiful cursive characters written with white toner.One has been in the wind and snow for too long, it is brittle and cold, and the handwriting cannot be filtered clearly.The half-elf brushed off the snowflakes from the cloak, leaned over the table and read out the above words word by word:

"Your Majesty encountered a white dragon in the snowy field northeast of Cold Winter Castle. The team was snatched by the dragon. Now we are recruiting warriors to go to the dragon lair to slay the dragon. After slaying the dragon successfully, each member will pay 1000 gold coins."

Needless to say, it was the halfling who had haunted him in the morning.Relying on the only silver coin left, Sam bought a carving knife, and carved many exquisite trinkets with the collected wood blocks, selling them door to door.The halfling craft was popular among women and children, young and old, and settled down in the Northland again.Seeing the hope, the halfling had the thought of taking back the goods all the time.

One thousand gold coins.

The half-elf was slightly moved. This was undoubtedly a huge sum of money. From this, it can be seen that the halfling's previous wealth was no wonder that he was targeted by the dragon.Not to mention the huge benefits brought by the dragon slaying.Even the white dragon, who is the lowest of the five-color dragon species, has a lifespan far exceeding that of ordinary people, and the hoarded property in the dragon's nest has reached an astonishing number.

Of course, the halfling might be writing a bad promise, and Sam simply didn't have the means to pay.Maybe when they challenged Bailong, they were simply going to die. As a famous five-color dragon, Bailong was also a nightmare existence for ordinary people.

But I still want to go...

The half-elf sighed, and picked up another ripped-out pelt from the bulletin board:

"The Mage Tower of Coralli in the Valley of Ashes is recruiting apprentices, and the registration fee is 1500 gold coins per person."

Since parting from the drow mage, Nigel was once again plunged into the void.Nafin lit a fire in his heart, and a door to another world opened a crack for him.

Nigel closed his eyes, the thirst for knowledge burning his heart.

I was like a person about to drown. If the Messiah was the straw, then the knowledge that drow taught me was the driftwood that allowed me to swim to the shore.I can't practice martial arts, and I don't have a pair of dexterous hands like a halfling, and the spiritual power of a halfling is far less than the power of Messiah.

The half-elf lowered his head, and a sad shadow fell on his face.

I have nothing but the knowledge in my hands, and now even she is about to leave me.

"Messiah, how does the white dragon compare to you?"

The half-elf said nonchalantly, concealing his desire well into simple doubts, and his eyes were so sincere that people didn't want to refuse.

"That depends on how old it is. It will take me a while to deal with the ancient dragon."

"That is to say, you can deal with it?"

The moment when Nigel stepped out of the summoning circle appeared again before his eyes.Maybe the six wings are not just a decoration, but a symbol of some kind of strength.

"You want to go? It's dangerous, no matter what age the white dragon is, it's enough to kill you."

The blood faded from Nigel's face in an instant, and the half-elf turned sideways, hiding in the shadow of the room.Messiah couldn't see his expression, but only saw the fingers sticking out of his cuffs clenching the fabric, trembling slightly.

Psychic energy spreads freely with emotions, and the half-elf's heart is completely unguarded to reveal a corner to the Messiah.Those most fragile and soft places were completely defenseless in front of him.Messiah tentatively touched it, and a cold and complicated breath surged from one end of the soul link to the other, mysterious and illusory.

Visitors from other worlds greedily moved forward to attack the city.

A tough and invisible barrier lay in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Nigel said angrily, trying his best to restrain the diverging psychic energy, building a wall in the soul, and the invaders retreated and retreated until they were completely driven out.

"It's nothing." Messiah sat on the chair and gave Nigel an innocent look.

"Then go by yourself, and I wish you victory." The half-elf took a deep breath, feeling the familiar pain again.

I am like a leaf that has fallen into the water, and I can only drift powerlessly with the current, begging for the little mercy of the goddess of fate.Since he saved me from the illithids, my life also belongs to him. What he wants to do is his freedom. It is better to be kept in captivity than to lie on the illithid test bed.

Nigel laughed at himself, wrapped his cloak tightly, and disappeared into the usual snowstorm in the Northland.

"My dear warrior, benefactor!" Messiah bent down and entered the halfling's low wooden house, and was immediately warmly welcomed by Sam, "You must have carefully considered my suggestion before coming here, I sincerely welcome you Mighty heroes to accomplish this great cause!"

Messiah stared indifferently at the halfling who was still chattering, and immediately extinguished Sam's over-excited mind.

"Well, my friend, you don't look very interested, or are you not used to my welcome?" Sam hid under the table to peek at Messiah's face, although he was short enough.

"Messiah."

"Huh?" Sam blinked in confusion, and then suddenly realized, "Ah, this is your name! I seem to have an impression of this name, let me think about it." The halfling habitually began to rummage through his notebook, and then He belatedly remembered that all his belongings had been taken from him.

"When I get it back, I will definitely find it. This name has a special meaning, and it must be in my notebook."

There was a rough knock on the wooden door, and Sam ran enthusiastically to open it.

"Am I late?" The dwarf rushed in nimbly, the tiny ice particles turned into water and flowed down his beard, Sam shivered indistinctly.

"No no no, actually, you're just in time." The halfling removed the polished brass kettle from the fire and filled everyone's cups to the brim.

Messiah took a sip and found that it was more palatable than the hotel's food. Obviously, the halfling has an unexpected skill.Dried flowers and berries float in the amber drink, adding a touch of freshness to the mellowness.

"You did better than old Anna." Messiah praised without hesitation.Sam scratched his head sheepishly, blushing hard to see by the fire.

"Many people envy me for being rich. In fact, I am most proud of my cooking skills, but too many people only see that I am good at business."

"There is nothing better than wine, especially the spirits from the north. You are indeed better than Anna. Why don't you feel at ease to start a small business here, and then go back to the south with the caravan in the spring? You know, being robbed by dragons , It would be nice to leave one’s life alive, why bother to slay the dragon?” Du Ling drank his tea with a face, and kicked a small box that he brought with him with his toes.

Sam squatted down, concentrating on fiddling with the lock on the box, and there was a soft click, revealing a set of lightweight equipment.

"A rare work by dwarf masters. I heard that many masters ran to the north in order to escape. I didn't expect it to be true." The halfling picked out a small knife, hung it on his belt and twirled it around, "It fits very well, pay cash Or wait a few days?"

"No one has ever given me credit!"

"I also want these treasures to stay with me for a while longer." Sam hugged the jar painfully, and took out a tightly wrapped thing from it.

Du Ling couldn't wait to tear off the rope, twisted a handful of orange-red powder, which shone with a clear brilliance by the fire, and then put it into his mouth to taste it carefully.

"Pure fire salt with very few impurities. I really don't know how lucky you are to receive so much."

"There are a lot of good things here, they just don't know it's worth the money." Sam responded with a little smugness, "Are these things worth the money they're paying for?"

Turin rewrapped the fire salt and shook it in his hand.

"One cent is not much, and one cent is not much. I knew you merchants would do this. You must have more, but I will pay you back." Du Ling casually put the package in his waist pocket, The halfling looked eagerly, and sold these to the mage in the south, and they could fetch a lot of money.

"Anyway, I didn't mix colored sand into it, and I didn't put less on purpose. It's enough conscience."

Turin wisely gave up arguing with Sam on this issue. Except for the aliens in the ethnic group, the dwarves would never be able to win businessmen in business issues.

"Turin." The outsider who was excluded suddenly said, "Didn't you come to talk to Sam about slaying dragons?"

"Of course I am. Before that, I must also get what I deserve." Du Ling picked up the ax and made a downward chopping posture, as if the white dragon far away in the sky had been taken by him Beheaded.

"Then do you know where the white dragon is? What age is he, how old is he?"

There was an awkward silence in the cabin.

"Isn't that something you should inquire about?" The dwarf stared at the halfling inexplicably, and began to wonder whether the wealthy client in front of him was really reliable.Of course the dwarf knew that the north had always been the territory of the white dragon, both in the past and now, but the halfling should at least find out where the dragon's lair is, or let him dig into the ice with an axe?

"This... it's my first time to Winterhold." The halfling rubbed his hands, the inner meaning was self-evident.

The stranger who raised this question sat leisurely on the side of the armchair, watching Sam anxiously, and the halfling finally realized that he had made a big mistake.Although the white dragon has the lowest intelligence and the most beast-like behavior among all the five-color dragons, even frost giants can keep young white dragons as pets, and the intelligence and strength of old dragons are no less than the smartest humans.

Even if it is the ancient white dragon, Messiah is sure to win the battle, but the dwarves and halflings will inevitably be wiped out.The Messiah didn't want his reward to suddenly disappear.

"I remembered!" the halfling suddenly shouted excitedly, "That dragon was injured, and the scales from the back of the neck to the shoulders have a large scale that is different in color from other places. Ask about this dragon!"

"Oh." The dwarf poured cold water on Sam, "Everyone who saw the dragon died except you. You should start looking for where your convoy was robbed by the dragon."

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