Chapter 2846: Hope for the broken voice

When I first came to Hefeng Continent, I encountered unprecedented difficulties.
Unaccompanied, penniless, illiterate, and weak, I can't even communicate if I can understand them inexplicably.
It can be said that this crossing is of level.
The location I passed through was an inconspicuous mountain village in York City, ten kilometers away from the mountain village, and there was a small town where I experienced the barbarism of this world for the first time.
Under the trouble of the guards of the city, all the savings I got from sweeping the house and touching the corpse were deducted by two-thirds. The remaining one-third of the money was only enough for me to eat for a month—in fact, this It's just the lie of the restaurant owner. The money I collected is enough to live in peace and stability in the town for several years!
But when I first arrived, others said nothing, so I acquiesced to the boss's lie.
The boss met me and looked dumb, so he cheated me even more. A week later, I was kicked out of the hotel, and it was penniless.
I don't understand how the boss can calculate the price of living in the bullpen as the same price as living in a normal room, but obviously, he did it, and he did it perfectly. At least he can't fault it.
So from that day on, I became a real penniless and illiterate poor chicken.
It may be that I am poor. The boss’s son stole a few silver coins from his father, quietly chased after me, stuffed it into my hand, and showed me a clear path—be an adventurer.
Under the guidance of the boss son, I stepped into the door of the adventurer base for the first time.
Adventurers in York City are generally rude, which has a lot to do with folk customs, just like adventurers in Darcy are generally hospitable.
So when I entered the adventurer base for the first time, I was surrounded by a group of vicious adventurers and pushed around rudely for fun, until the staff couldn't bear it anymore and yelled at me. This farce to bully me Finally over.
Since then, for a period of time, I was full of misunderstandings about the adventurer industry, and I always thought it was a rude industry.
In the compassionate eyes of the young lady from the staff, I activated my talent and became an adventurer.
As an adventurer, I chose a Taito from the arsenal of the adventurer’s base. It’s not how much I love Taito, but from the warehouse full of weapons, only Taito is still new. It looks very old, and there are even more than a dozen swords covered with rust. I suspect that those swords are likely to break when cutting vegetables.
With the novice weapon, I followed the crowd and went to the dungeon.
Now you may think that the slimes on the first floor, the goblins on the second floor, and the ghost-faced maggots on the third floor are chicken monsters who can’t even deliver food, but in fact, I’ve just entered the dungeon, Almost killed by these three-tier monsters, and more than once.
Especially goblins, such a cunning little thing, made insidious tricks at every turn, and once almost pushed me under a cliff.
I don't know much about dungeons, holding a novice weapon and fighting monsters in unfamiliar ways, it looks pitiful.
But many adventurers have passed me by. There are single monster spawners and small teams spawning monsters, but no one has ever stopped and asked me: Do you want to team up?
Even if it is a perfunctory sentence, it gives me some hope.
However, it did not.
I have been spamming monsters day after day, and my experience has also grown at a relatively rapid rate. About the past two months, I have been promoted to the second level. Begin to challenge the beetle monster.
After a certain challenge, I was injured. I hid in a narrow stone crevice to bandage the wound. Suddenly a head came in. She was a little older than me. Although she was not pretty, she was very pretty. Pure, gives me a very comfortable feeling.
She asked me why I wanted to hide here, and I told her that I was injured and had to cultivate, otherwise I would be eaten by the Beetle Monster as a snack.
The young lady kindly called me out and healed my wound with a healing technique. Although it was only a ten-centimeter wound, although her healing technique was relatively basic, it took a full ten minutes. Finished the treatment, but at the time, I felt that she was the most powerful pastor in the world.
Since that meeting, I have been accepted by Miss Sister and her teammates. They are a group of innocent guys. They are different from other adventurers in York Seoul. They are enthusiastic, optimistic, positive, motivated and never for others. Laughing and annoyed, strengthening myself every day.
I was even ambitious, thinking that one day our team will become the strongest adventurer team in the world.
At that time, I was really happy and very hopeful.
Every morning, I climbed up on the floor tiles on the cold corner of the street, rushed into the dungeon on time, and fought side by side with the teammates who had been waiting there, and then came out of the dungeon at dusk, had a meal together, and finally dispersed.
They went home, and I took a shower in the public bathroom and continued to sleep on the street.
The life of low-level adventurers is very difficult, especially for those without roots like me.
But that period was one of the warmest times since I became an adventurer.
But beautiful things are always fragile.
I thought the warmth could last forever, but unexpectedly, disasters always come very suddenly.
One day, I rushed to the dungeon and continued to wait for the arrival of my little sister and companions, but they were never late this time.
I waited and waited until noon, but finally couldn't wait any longer, and decided to clean up the mobs by myself today, and until then, I thought they would be absent because they couldn't come.
When entering the third floor, I heard adventurers during lunch break talk loudly about an assault, saying that a team of low-level adventurers had been attacked and killed, and the death was miserable. According to their analysis, the murderer must be a corpse thief. Undoubtedly, because all the valuables of the victim squad were looted, and several of them had their eyes wide open until they died, which was an expression of disbelief.
For some reason, my heart suddenly raised when I heard the news.
I cautiously approached them and spoke to them cautiously. I found that although they were rude and contemptuous, they didn't beat me, so I confidently asked them about the characteristics of the victim team.
These adventurers did not know the characteristics of the victim squad, but told me that the bodies of those people should still be in the adventurer's base and they would be taken away by their families in the afternoon.
I told the mentality of not being a teammate, I rushed into the adventurer's base, but was stunned by the scene in front of me. At the same time, I felt the sound of cracking in my chest.
That is, the sound of hope broken.
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