Chapter 276: Harold's fading mission

I was stunned.
Not because the little girl ran away, nor because the little girl took away my water bag and dry food bag while running.
It's because I seem to have seen the fast figure of a girl somewhere, but I can't remember it for a while.
I squeezed my chin, twisted my eyebrows, and stood there for a while, but I didn't think of a reason.
However, what I can be sure of is that I have definitely seen this figure somewhere, and it won't be long.
After trying to no avail, I turned and left, heading for the next material shop.
I thought that only the seemingly magnificent material shop would shut people out. I didn’t expect that even the medium material shop would treat me with blank eyes, let alone welcome me in, even the door. Refused to let me take a step.
Really his grandma...
I wanted to swear bad words, but I resisted the urge to be calm and calm. It is a common habit of human beings to judge people by their appearances. I can't make a big fight just because of this trivial matter. This will ruin my mood.
Consoling myself repeatedly, I finally let out a long sigh, and put the sword on the neck of one of the most aggressive bosses into the scabbard, turned around, and left.
In the corner of the light, I saw the boss plop and collapsed on the ground, his crotch wet.
The people in luxury, large and medium-sized material shops are almost the same. I look like a stray dog, and the door is not allowed to enter.
I completely ignored the small material shop. It is not that I despise them, but that they never buy high-end goods similar to top-grade stainless steel. I understand this very well.
Most of those who can go to small material shops to buy things are those wandering adventurers with weak strength, or rookie adventurers of some small groups. They don’t have much money, and sometimes they even buy weapons made of fine iron. We must weigh.
And those rich and powerful adventurers, when choosing weapons, most of them will choose in shops above the medium size, which not only conforms to their own identity, but at the same time, they can buy powerful weapons created by well-known masters.
As for those small shops, even if you buy all top-quality stainless steel, they still won't patronize them, and eventually they have no choice but to rot in their hands.
Therefore, the bosses of those small shops are more shrewd and realistic, and instead of being rotten in their hands, they should not purchase the goods at all to save trouble.
I sighed helplessly. I wandered the street without energy, thinking about which mine I should go to to mine.
From a distance, I saw a familiar figure striding out of a shop.
The man was big in height, full of armor, and he held a bag in his hand. He seemed to have a lot of stuff. It was Harold.
I lowered my head, planning to pretend not to see him, and walk around and leave. As a result, before I reached more than a dozen steps, I heard Harold’s voice sound not far away: "Isn’t this An Xiaoyi? Why are you hanging around here?"
I pretended to be blank and raised my head, looked around and saw Harold, pretending to be surprised: "Ha, it turns out it's you, such a coincidence, why are you going there?"
Harold shook his baggage, and said, "These are all sandworm teeth that peeled off. I just happened to pick it up. How about you?"
I yelled, a little embarrassed, and said: "Well, I am today...Oh, yes, I was thinking about killing monsters today, but I forgot to take the food bag and water. Bag, haha, hahaha."
In just a few words, I am about to commit embarrassment.
From the look in Harold's eyes, it was obvious that he did not believe what I said, not only did not believe it, but even had something intriguing.
Staring at me for a long time, Harold shook his head and said: "I'm going to the adventurer base to hand in the task now, will you come with me?"
"Okay" I said: "Of course it's good. It just so happens that I want to see how the fading task is done."
Following Harold to the adventurer base, the staff of the base welcomed Harold very warmly and took me with him.
Although I feel that this is nothing special, I still feel a little unhappy in my heart.
In other words, is this different treatment a bit too obvious?
Following Harold, he walked straight to a hall in the middle of the hall. At the entrance of the hall, the staff stopped me and said, "Sir, please wait here."
I glanced at Harold, and Harold said to the staff: "It doesn't matter, he is my friend, let him join me."
"But Master Harold..."
Harold smiled slightly and said, "Thank you very much for your concern about me, but it really doesn't matter. He is someone I can trust."
I was flattered by this. I smiled at the staff who stared at me: "Then I'm sorry, miss, I'm a trustworthy person~"
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!"
I made a series of laughs proudly, and then, sadly bumped into a stone pillar, and instantly dizzy and dizzy.
It wasn't until then that I saw that the staff girl put away her stern face, smiled at me in a charming manner, and turned and left.
I clutched my hot and sore nose, and grinned as Harold entered the hall with a grin.
If the large hall is decorated with magnificence, it will almost catch up with the palace hall!
The walls of the entire hall, along with more than a dozen stone pillars, were painted with gold paint, and rows of gems were inlaid at specific locations, emitting a seductive light under the shining of magic lamps.
In the middle of the hall, a huge stone statue was erected. The stone statue was carved out of marble. The carving technique is extremely skillful. The characters are vividly portrayed, and they are truly a real person.
The stone statue spreads out its hands, as if it was preaching and preaching, and it seemed to be pitying sentient beings and pursuing the world.
I snorted, did not say a word, but secretly said in my heart: "What a righteous and pitying idol, it looks like the godson priest, so many adventurers died at the hands of the monsters in the dungeon, and you didn't see you help. Get a statue to be worshipped here, haha."
Just thinking about it, Harold knelt on his knees, respectfully spread his baggage, and placed it in front of the idol, then put his hands together and prayed in meditation.
I leaned on a stone pillar and looked at Harold and the stone statue in front of him quietly.
After a few seconds, the sandworm teeth in the bag made a light click, as if a mouse was eating wood.
Immediately afterwards, the shiny white teeth, as if liquefied, slowly turned into a pool of milky white paste, and then, under a tremor, turned into a pool of milky white liquid. It is like the slurries of correction fluid commonly used in school.
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