Pokemon phobia

"Brother, I heard that you hunted a rockskin bear? Good guy! That's a monster, right?"

"Hey, it's because our captain has the ability, so I'm just fooling around."

"If you want me to say that anyone who dares to enter the Farlo Forest is a desperate lunatic, what's the use of making a lot of money, it's worthless!"

"Tang Ji, if you are timid, shut up, no one will think you are dumb."

"That's right, coward Tangji, hahaha..."

In the tavern late at night, the light of candles and the chatter and laughter of the mercenaries leaked through the curtains, adding a bit of vitality to the sparsely populated town.

In this remote town close to the largest mountain of monsters on the continent of Azera, even mercenaries from afar seldom go out late at night.But at this time, a person covered in a sackcloth cloak was walking alone on the dirt path.

He stopped in front of the only lit tavern door, looked up at the three-story tavern built entirely of stone, paused for a moment on a rusty knife hanging at the door, lifted the curtain and walked went in.

"Speaking of which, some time ago, there were always monsters running outside the Farlo Forest, and I don't know what happened."

"Hey, what's the matter, isn't it that a big guy came to some area and drove the aborigines away, it's very common!"

"No, wouldn't my hunting map have to be redrawn?"

"Damn it, Tang Ji, don't steal Lao Tzu's wine!"

There was a lot of noise in the room, and no one noticed his arrival.He silently passed through a group of drunks, sat on the empty seat in front of the bar, and lightly tapped the wooden table to wake up the dozing tavern owner.

The owner of the tavern is a skinny old man, and he lazily opened his eyes when he heard the voice: "What do you want?"

"A glass of ale," he said.

The old man's expression became even more careless, and he took out a clay cup full of brown and black dirt from the bar counter, "hua la la" scooped a scoop of light yellow ale from the barrel and put it in front of him: "two copper coins."

He looked at the poor-looking low-quality wine in front of him, didn't say much, but slowly let go of his clenched hand on the table, pressed the coin with his fingers, and pushed it in front of the boss.

The silver coin shining brightly under the firelight caused the boss's eyes to widen instantly, and he suddenly leaned forward to take it, but saw that the man in the cloak kept holding the coin with his fingers and did not let go.The old man rubbed his hands and laughed, and said enthusiastically, "My guest, do you want to have something else?"

"I am a world traveler," he said, "and if you can tell me something I don't know, this silver coin is yours."

The old man glanced at the guest's slender fingers without calluses and half of his handsome face protruding from under the hood, and suddenly said: "Guest, are you a bard? No problem! Old man, when I was young, I was The most famous hunter around here! You can know anything you want."

He smiled noncommittally: "Then let's start with this small town."

The old man rolled his eyes and said while recalling: "Our town belongs to the Principality of Nodara, but because it is too remote, we can only make money from the mercenaries passing by here, so that the soldiers of the Principality are not very willing to come here to collect taxes... ..."

At the same time, a table of people sitting in the corner of the tavern was quietly looking at the bar.

A burly man in leather armor approached the blond young man next to him and whispered, "Hey, Captain, look! Is that guy's bow an enchanted weapon?"

The blond young man squinted at the man's half-short bow protruding from under the cloak because of his sitting posture, and replied slowly: "You guessed it right this time, it's really not easy."

"I don't think it looks like Xia De's bow." The burly man was proud.

Another man in commoner clothes smiled softly when he heard this. He looks very ordinary, but his every move has an inexplicable elegance and calmness.He said softly, "Digo, enchanted weapons are not judged by their appearance. But although the material of this short bow is not good enough, you must be a master at enchanting it. Miyaluo, do you want to invite him?"

The blond young man thought for a moment, then put down the black bread in his hand: "Good idea."

He got up and came to the bar, just in time to hear the boss say: "...that's all I know, old man, you..."

The man in the cloak with his back turned away said nothing, and let go of the silver coin, and the old man immediately grabbed the silver coin in his hand with a smile on his face.Miyaluo raised his eyebrows, a smile appeared on his lips, and he quickly stepped forward and said, "My friend, are you also a mercenary?"

The old man looked at him in surprise, then at the man in the cloak, without saying a word, just shrinking back holding the silver coin.

The cloaked man turned his head sideways, and because of the dim light from the candle, Miyaro could only see his perfectly shaped jaw.The man looked at him for a while, nodded and asked, "Mage?"

His voice is deep and magnetic, with a special charm.But Miyaluo didn't show any abnormality, he just introduced himself with a smile: "Yes, I'm the mage Miyaluo Morro Kanarfon."

The man replied: "My name is Tai Lun."

Miyaluo didn't make any detours: "Hi Tyron, our mercenary team is short of people. I wonder if you are interested in joining?"

Tai Lun paused and raised his head a little.Now Mi Yaluo can see his eyes, which are a pair of light purple eyes-this color is extremely rare in humans, and often only appears in some magical creatures.He said: "Why did you think of coming to me? It should be easy to recruit people for a mercenary team with a mage."

Mi Yaluo laughed: "Of course, but how can a mage's teammates be so bad? It's not easy to meet excellent lone mercenaries. We think you look very capable, so we invite you. But if you get along If you find out that your level is bad, then you can only get together and go away."

"I could join you," Tyron said, "but I'm a little short of money these days, and I want to go north."

Master Wenyan's eyes lit up: "North? Oh, what a coincidence, I also want to go to the north. If we go far enough, maybe we can see the Tower of the Sage!"

Tyron raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the word "Sage's Tower", but the mage didn't notice this.Miyaluo recovered from the excitement and added: "Don't worry about the money issue. Our team is very famous and can often receive big orders."

He blinked and said with a smile: "It will definitely earn more than being a lone mercenary."

Tai Lun didn't say anything to what he meant, and subconsciously touched the beer cup on the table, but stopped after seeing the terrible appearance.He withdrew his hand and stood up as if nothing had happened: "Okay, where is your team?"

Mi Yaluo then took him to the corner.Tai Lun was able to see the people at the farthest table looking towards him from a distance, and realized in his heart that they were probably the mage's teammates.However, as the distance shortened, Tyron suddenly caught a different refreshing smell from the air in the tavern, which was mixed with a lot of filthy smells such as sweat, bad wine, and leather.

He stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong with you?" Miya Luo looked at him strangely.

Tyron stared at one of the men who looked no different from a human: "Your team... has high elves!"

"Yes, you found out!" The mage proudly said, "You should know that mercenary teams with high elves are more popular, and it is impossible to keep elves if it is not an elite team! But how did you find out? I have imposed on him It's an illusion."

Tyron couldn't believe it, "You are a human mage! Are mages and high elves in the same mercenary team?"

Anyone with a bit of knowledge on the continent of Azera knows how much the high elves hate human mages!As a race that is not born with magical talent, human beings would never be able to learn magic.But human beings are not reconciled to this, and have found a solution in the long-term exploration-they transplant the blood of other magical creatures to themselves through alchemy, so as to gain the ability to learn magic.

This cruel practice made human mages have an extremely bad reputation in the magical creature group. Of course, due to problems with IQ and information dissemination channels, there are very few magical creatures that are truly hostile to human mages, and the high elves happen to be one of them.

Miyaluo was not very happy: "Hey, what do you mean? Haven't you read the travel notes written by the sage Byrne? We mages have already found a way to use magic potions instead of blood transplants. Are you discriminating against us mages?"

Tai Lun was silent for a moment, and said with difficulty: "No."

As far as he knew, the high elves were almost all oedipal madmen who refused to leave the elf mother tree. Few would leave the elf forest, and even fewer were enlightened enough not to be hostile to human mages.There are less than [-] high elves in total, how "lucky" must he be to knock down such a strange creature so easily!

Miyaluo led him to sit down at the table, and one of the tall and strong men enthusiastically dragged a stool from a table next to Tai Lun, and at the same time quietly gave Miyaluo a thumbs up.Miyaluo patted Tai Lun on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Tai Lun will be our new companion from now on, please introduce yourself first."

The man who pulled the stool for Tai Lun was the first to say: "Hi Tai Lun, my name is Walker Vander, and I am good at using two-handed epee."

Another man in leather armor immediately answered, "I'm Diego Uth, and I'm used to using long knives."

And the elegant young man finally spoke, and he smiled at Tai Lun: "Hi, I'm Shadra Favoflan, just call me Shade."

When Shad opened his mouth to speak, Tyron seemed to smell a strong smell of beets that seemed to be twenty times stronger—this was of course not true, but an illusion created by him after he perceived the breath of the high elves.

Tai Lun froze for a moment, then quietly shrank back with the chair: "Hi, everyone."

Walker stuffed him with a plate of barbecue, and joked at the same time: "Tayron, you wear a hood, don't you want to show us your face?"

Tyron glanced at him, then reached out and lifted the hood.

The four mercenaries suddenly stared at him with wide eyes, and even Xia De, who had been calm all the time, was a little startled.It's not because Tai Lun's face is so special, but they all saw that there are a pair of sharp ears protruding from Tai Lun's black hair.

"Are you a high elf too?"