Chapter 832: [Mystery] profession

"Right. Are they up with Ricken and Hans? Where?"
After walking for a while, I remembered that if Aleus was here, then her team, Hans, they should have come to rest too. As for why you can be sure that the Ricken team will also appear, it is because...
Well, this is hard to say, should it be classified as a rival? What about friends? What is telepathy?
Sure enough, Aleus nodded her head, her eyes kept hovering up and down on the book in my hand and on her face. Because there was a vertical height above and below, she looked like she had nodded her head all the time. A weird character watching a man nodding his head.
"Slap", I hit.
"Woo~~"
"Hey, don't squat your head on the street, silly~~!!!"
I was really helpless to this little animal-like natural rotten woman. Pulling the cloak hat behind her, a hood, and in an instant, I became an assassin with a cold breath.
People in Sichuan opera only change their faces. When she arrives, her temperament can be transformed instantly...
Led by the cold Aleus, we finally came to a bar.
Cough, I explained in advance that it wasn’t because Aleus led me, but because I had to buy something to go to the trade area. After a roundabout, I happened to meet this dead rotten woman.
However, the scene in front of the bar made us quite embarrassed. A crowd of adventurers crowded in front of the door and seemed to be fighting for something. A middle-aged man who looked like a bar owner stood in the distance, crying without tears.
"Come here, fresh grilled chicken wings, a bucket for the whole family, the discount is even more delicious!!"
"Hot burger, warm burger, hamburger every day, good mood every day!!"
Amidst the noise, two unusually familiar shouts sounded.
"..."
This makes me embarrassed.
"This... what's going on?"
I turned around, pointing to Hans and Rickon in the crowd and asked Aleus.
"Please don't... mind... this is something that is often..."
I don't know when, Aleus had taken off his cloak hat, holding a few pieces of chicken wings and a burger in his hand, chewing vigorously while chewing, and vaguely responding.
So fast! This guy is so fast! This is too fast, bastard! Is it because the teammates are accustomed to this kind of scene, and the petite body is sensitive and assassin? So can I get into the crowd and win the prize within the time of one sentence? Is the cloak hat falling off, and the messy, flaming long red hair curled up, is it also forced into the end?
These are not important, at least give me one! !
"Teacher. Eat..."
Seeming to hear the cry of my heart, Aleus stretched out his petite little hand and generously gave me the fried chicken and burger in his hand.
"Oh~~"
I’m really grateful. This barbarian and the paladin are huddled together. The druid turned into a bear. The wizard opened the ice pack to demonstrate. The necromancer summoned the crowd of stone demons to kill the muscles and sweat. , I really don't have the guts to participate in a copy.
The most important thing is that you can take the fried chicken leg and hamburger, and put the BL book in the corner of the inventory to make it never see the sun.
"It's okay~~"
Aleus snapped the food residue on his hand, wiped his hand, raised his head, and watched the crowd, sweat, muscles squeezed, his eyes suddenly burst out, his hand waved, I don’t know what At that time, there was already a note and a feather pen.
"Very very...more material...very very much...more inspiration..."
Squatting down in a corner of best observation, the quill pen falling on the notebook brought up a residual image, which was originally a blank notebook page. As fast as printing, leave a page of fine print.
"..."
I should have thought that this dead rotten woman would have this reaction.
I seem to have a relationship with two strange teams. Is it really okay? However, the taste of fried chicken legs and burgers is really nothing to say.
While silently eating the chicken nuggets in my hand, I watched the adventurers who won the championship with a long-range posture. After taking a bite, the black willows turned into one or turned into a fire-breathing rotating turtle. Get up, or fall directly on the road without breath, or a peacock (dense fog) pops out of the cracked mask, and so on, just like life.
The bar owner cried.
Very good, it's time to stop these guys who don't have any kind of adult stability.
Licking the greasy fingers, I turned to leave and came to the corner of no one, but unfortunately there is no phone booth in the dark world, otherwise it would be more perfect, so I regret to think, I put the cloak around, pull the hat, and walk from the corner Came out.
"Hey! What are you doing here?!"
With a loud anger, all the adventurers turned their heads, and after a few seconds of staring, the crowd did not know who issued a "bad, but the messenger", and then hundreds of crowded adventurers suddenly turned into fright. sparrow. In the blink of an eye, there was no trace left, leaving only Riken and Hans in white apron, each holding a plate with fried chicken legs and burgers, standing stiffly one by one.
"Do you know how much trouble this has caused the bar owner?"
After scaring the adventurer away, I took off my cloak and scolded the two.
The bar owner burst into tears when he heard that, and he hoped left and right, but finally a leader came to make his own decision. Otherwise, the bar business couldn’t do it.
"It was all caused by this guy, saying that my burger is not as good as his fried chicken legs!"
Hans heard the words, and immediately glared at his dead head.
"Nonsense, if it were not for you to say what kind of fried carrion you are in the world, would I say that?"
Ricken also glared.
"It's not that rotten meat is fried chicken legs. The world's first delicious fried chicken legs. How many times do you want me to say that you can understand the flies?"
"You are a fly, your quan family are flies!!"
"You are carrion, your quan family is carrion!!!"
"..."
"That, boss, is it in business now? Can I go in?"
Ignoring the squabbles of the colonel's leader, I asked the bar owner who was standing by.
"Of course, please come in, please come in. It's an honor for adults to visit the villain's bar."
The bar owner hurriedly opened the stylish bar door. With a string of crisp bell sounds, the waitresses who were waiting inside lined up in two rows, bowing neatly with a smile.
"welcome."
Oh, isn't this good? It would be more perfect if the lines could be changed to welcome the host back.
"Brother Wu, wait for us." Hans and Rickon, who didn't know when the quarrel ended, quickly led the team and followed.
"You recovered quite quickly."
When everyone sat down around a table, I took the juice from my maid and smiled at the two teams.
Of the 50,000 or 60,000 adventurers who participated in the fighting throughout the Western Kingdom, at least four-fifths of the adventurers are now sleeping in hotels or in their own tents.
"Huh. This battle is just a piece of cake for us as a top adventurer team."
Rickon touched his white beard neatly and said coolly.
"That's because it's estimated to be able to cook good food with both hands, so it was dispatched to the kitchen to cook for the warrior, of course, not tired."
Hans snorted aside.
"It's better than you."
Ricken sneered a few words.
"It's not that the battle has just started, did you diarrhea because you ate what you made, did you pull to the end of the battle? It's a hard job to fight hard with your stomach, our captain Hans sweats a lot, everyone Don’t joke."
"What are you talking about? Didn't I stand on the wall during the battle?" Hans glared.
"Then what dog eye did you see that I wasn't under the wall?" Ricken stood up, staring back, staring back.
"..."
These two dead guys are here...
"By the way, when it comes to that battle, I always remember one thing, Brother Wu, do you know?"
After a while, it was probably quarreling with Hans. Rickon suddenly turned around and asked, suddenly attracting everyone's attention.
"whats the matter?"
I raised my head differently, and by the way, on the head of Aleus, who was chanting with his head down, a strong paper roll came.
"It was the day before the battle ended, the day before the monster army retreated, the white light that suddenly appeared."
Uh……
What is the sacred realm that the little ghost borrowed from my body at that time?
"What kind of power is that really amazing?"
Hans, they were also chattering aside. It’s not known how many thousand years have passed since the first generation of the virgin. The unique skills of the virgin [the sacred field] have naturally been wiped out in the long history. These guys are the first time Seeing it, it's no surprise that it's no fuss.
"I want to ask."
Ricken suddenly looked at me with glowing eyes.
"Brother Wu, do you know that person?"
"This, you should know." I scratched my head, hey smiled and answered.
"Actually, I have been thinking...would that person be you Wu Brother?"
"No no no, why do you think so?"
I quickly shook my head and made a joke, I don't want to be given a title like a divine messenger, anyway, it's really not me who performs the divine realm.
"Really? That's weird. Judging by the place where the white light came out, it should be the remote corner where Brother Wu likes to nest there. Is it because I guessed wrong."
It doesn't look fake to see me. Rickin blinked confusedly.
"..."
What is my favorite nest in a remote corner? This fried chicken leg knight really said something very rude.
"Not who you are, who should it be?" Rickon asked unwillingly.
"You seem very passionate?"
I'm a little curious about Ricky's stalking, he is not usually such a person.
"That's right..."
Rickon also seemed a little vague. He grabbed his neatly trimmed white hair, and said at least half the time.
"This... what should I say? When the white light enveloped me, my body was warm, and for our Paladin, the increase was not just strength, but... but a sense of belonging, roughly This is the feeling."
Rickon turned his gaze to the Paladin Barr on the side, and he nodded with excitement when he saw him, more and more sure.
"..."
It turned out to be the case, so I couldn't understand the meaning of Riken's words. I once read some of her few serious books at Princess Sanwu. What are the origins of the seven major occupations?
The profession of paladin actually appeared in response to the appearance of the virgin. In short, because of the appearance of the first-generation virgin, as the guardian her, the only paladin profession that obeyed the dispatch of the virgin appeared naturally. .
It can be said that the Paladin is the private army of the Virgin. At that time, it was known as the Guard of the Virgin, but the profession of the Virgin only lasted for one generation, and no one was followed. The profession of the Paladin was inherited from generation to generation.
By the end, almost everyone had forgotten the origins of the Paladins and directly classified them as the Guard of the Holy See.
Now, the second generation of virgins, gorgeous little ghost children's shoes have appeared. As a paladin profession, they can sense the wonderful induction with the virgin that has not been known for many thousands of years. It's just that they have forgotten that they once existed as pure escorts, and they can't correctly understand this wonderful sense of belonging.
I didn’t know it, but because of Ricky’s straight-forward problem, the entire bar’s adventurers had discussed it.
I don’t know when the bar gathered a lot of adventurers. It seems that there are hundreds of them. Everyone said their own things. Now, they are arguing because of the problem of Riken.
"I think it's an ambassador, absolutely right." An adventurer judged firmly.
"Because Master Messenger appears on the city wall every time, he likes to nest in that humble corner..."
I:"……"
That's it. It turns out that in the minds of other adventurers, he has become a corner-like existence...
"Nonsense."
As soon as the words fell, the barbarian on the opposite side sprayed his face.
"That kind of holy glory is clearly divine power. Have you forgotten? The messenger turned into the blood-red giant bear, how can the two be combined?"
The rest of the adventurers nodded one after another, and even I secretly wondered. It seems that the barbarians are not all stupid. The analysis in front of me is justified.
"I don't think so."
The temperamental gentleman gently put down the cup in his hand and said.
"At that time, I was very close to the place where the light appeared, so I saw it very clearly."
Hearing the mage's words, the people immediately held their breath, staring at each other's eyes. The so-called one hundred words is not as good as one sight. In the blink of an eye, the mage's words became the authority.
"Yes, I saw it at that time, wrapped in a divine halo, and the man spread out a pair of white angel wings." The wizard took a deep breath, still unable to restrain the excitement, the voice announced slightly agitatedly.
"Did the angel come down to help us?"
Adventurers glanced at each other, which was not like the style of angels who would not show up easily in the moment of life and death.
"I don't think so."
The wizard, who clearly led the answer to the angel, shook his head.
"Who the is that? Are you talking about it?" The anxious barbarians in the crowd couldn't help but urge it.
"Although I just glanced inadvertently, but I can see that the angel wings are not physical, and the energy constitutes, so I think it is impossible to be an angel, but..."
After another pause, after the appetite, the wizard used a certain affirmative tone.
"I think it should be a profession with sacred attributes. Of course, it is definitely not a paladin. What skills will a paladin have? I don't need to say more about it."
"That's it, just like the Paladin's bird-like wings?"
I don’t know who said it. The whole bar burst into laughter, and the paladin-professional adventurer looked bad, looking around, trying to find out who was speaking and dragging out the corner to greet him.
"Then who do you think it is?" After some laughs, someone continued to ask.
"I see..." the wizard groaned for a moment.
"Maybe it's some professions that have disappeared, such as priests, maybe, maybe some special professions."
Everyone was in an uproar again.
Special occupations are no longer very mysterious things in the eyes of adventurers. This is due to the contest conference a few years ago. After that conference, the most discussed, except for the topic of champion Carlos, is the special appearance of various races. Occupation, the emergence of these special occupations, let more adventurers affirm, there are definitely many unknown masters in this world.
No, not just in this era, in the ten thousand years of the invasion of hell, if you dig out the masters who have hidden themselves and made contributions, there will definitely be more than seven heroes, but dozens of heroes and hundreds of heroes. Of course, the only thing no one denies is still the unsurpassed strength and merits of Taraxa.
All of a sudden, under the wizard's slogan, the discussion in the entire bar became more intense, and even the adventurers passing by, feeling the heat of the heat, came in and sat down and joined the discussion loudly.
Riken didn't expect that his sudden whim problem would produce such a big reaction. He stayed for a while before he remembered the business and looked back at me closely.
"Brother Wu, even if you know who that person is, tell us there should be no problem, rest assured, if it is a secret of the alliance, we will definitely shut our mouths and tell no one."
"It's strange that you can seal your mouth. I'm afraid that if I turn around, you will immediately reveal to others."
I rolled my eyes at everyone who nodded like chickens pecked rice.
"However, it's not a secret here. It's okay to tell you."
I coughed a few times. In the indignant eyes of other people that you owe me, I slowly lowered my voice and said ~EbookFREE.me~ is my wife, so you should be satisfied. "
"..."
At the moment of falling, in the noisy bar, our table seemed to be pulled into a different dimension space, and the quiet drop of needles could be heard, which was incompatible with the surrounding atmosphere.
"Wife...wife?!"
Everyone's reaction is subtly different, or... wonderful.
"Wow~~"
The dead rotten girl suddenly screamed and looked back. She was stabbed in the finger by the feather pen.
Let you write and bring out a residual image, now you are at a loss, I secretly vomited...

A group of recruits, the group number is: 61811963 (68118963), do not enter the submarine for ten thousand years, the muddy beasts on the seabed are self-respected, eh~~