The People Walking in Dungeons are surely not Normal

The joke ends here. I asked Harold: "How are you doing with the task of fading?"

Harold said: "It's not as perfect as when you joined, but everything is going well."

"Listen to you, isn't there a guy who is stronger than me in your team?" I asked in a joking tone.

"How do you think about your score? In the fighter circle, there are very few people who are stronger than you," Harold said: "But those who are stronger than you are not as flexible as your thinking, and their methods of fighting monsters are also quite satisfactory. Basically, the blame is already dead before I get what I need."

"That's it." I laughed and said, "It seems that the strong guys in your guild are all good students who graduated from school."

Harold clenched his brows and said, "Well, I have no objection to what you said. The elites in the guild are indeed from the school. They learn the most effective fighting methods. However, this so-called effective fighting method may not be suitable for all situations."

"So," I said: "All glitz is a paper tiger, and only those that can be used and mastered are good things."

Harold didn't comment on this.

After sitting for a while, I asked, "Do you know Dewey?"

He looked uncertain, and asked, "Which Dewey?"

"It's the one that designed and built the airship."

"I don't know, but I have heard of it."

I raised my eyebrows and said, "So, he is really a celebrity!"

"More than a celebrity," Harold said earnestly: "He is one of the richest people in the entire Hefeng Continent."

I nodded thoughtfully: "Oh~ this way..."

He was a little puzzled: "Huh? Haven't you heard of it?"

"I have heard of it, of course."

Harold exhaled naturally. Before I could finish exhaling, I said again: "I just heard what you said."

As a result, he squeezed back with this breath, choking him to stare.

I looked at his embarrassment and smiled.

It took a long time for Harold to catch his breath, and said: "Why haven't you even heard of his identity? For just a moment, I was still thinking that you are not like a person in this world."

"Hey, let you guess!" I yelled, "I really am not from this world."

"Don't tease me" Harold said: "You are not from this world, can you be from that world?"

I snorted and said, "Forget it, I won't tease you anymore. Let me tell you. Actually, I am a child in a remote mountain village. Later, the villagers got the plague inexplicably, and they all died clean. Yes, the plague didn't do much to me, so I survived. Before becoming an adventurer, I had been wandering all the time, let alone these things, I didn't even eat a full meal."

Harold looked at me sympathetically and said: "Your journey is really difficult."

"Isn't it?" I shook my head and sighed, with a sad expression: "Don't listen to those who are blind, and say that stray people are well-informed. Go to his grandma's, you will be very shit! The place I even live. Not at all, and I often don’t get a full meal, so I’m full of minds about how to survive and where I have time to learn more."

Harold's sympathetic expression remained the same, and it gradually became stronger. For children of rich people who have never experienced a humble living environment with such a noble status, what I said is completely telling a legend.

While he listened with gusto, he was still not feeling the twists and turns of my life. In fact, most of the things I said were true, and I was indeed miserable during that period. Nothing happened. When I passed through the village, the whole village They were all destroyed by the mysterious power of my left arm, and the village was so poor that I dig three feet of soil, and I only found less than two gold coins. To put it in a fashionable way, I was so poor during those days. To fly.

However, a small part of these words are false. They are some memories left by this white-haired boy. They are of little use, but they can be told in a beautiful nostalgic story.

Harold was still fascinated by it.

After hearing my story, Harold sighed for a long time, got up, handed me a glass of water, and said, "It's not easy for you!"

I shook my head and said with a smile: "It's not as overwhelming as you said, look at me, isn't it alive and well now."

"Right," Harold said suddenly: "Have you chosen the address of your guild?"

"Selected" I said: "It's in my house."

"Use your home as the guild address?" Harold thought for a while, and said, "Is it a bit too narrow, what if there are more people in the future, have you thought about it?"

"Don't worry, there won't be too many people." I waved my hand and said, "I'm not like you. Everyone is a big business. I have a large guild to fill the front. I have no ambitions. I just want to live my own life. It's okay."

"True contentment" Harold said with a smile: "Contentment is good, and contentment is always happy."

"Do you have enough money to repair the facade?" Harold said again: "If it is not enough, I can help you figure out a solution."

"Yeah, does this mean to support me?" I chuckled and said, "That's so embarrassing."

"What's the embarrassment" Harold said: "Aren't we friends?"

"It's just because I'm a friend, I'm embarrassed... You want less~" Then, I came to a turning point: "If you are heartburning with more money, first get me two or three million gold coins. Spending."

Harold waved his hand again and again: "Don't take me as a fool. I'm not so generous that I can use two or three million gold coins as pocket money."

"Look and scared you, I just talked about it, and I didn't plan to really ask you for this money" I smiled: "If I really want the money, I won't find you anymore, and I will speak directly to Master Hall. How convenient is it."

Harold suddenly asked me mysteriously: "I ask you, what is your relationship with Master Hall?"

"Want to know?" A sly smile on his face.

He nodded, looking forward to it.

"Hahahaha, in fact, there is no wool relationship between me and him" I said with a humble smile.

Harold frowned and said, "That's the case, but how do I feel that he seems to know your business well? Could it be that you have an unknown background?"

"Come on" I admired Harold's brain a little: "Look at my current equipment, except for the pair of handguards, plus it together, it's not enough for the price of two silver coins. If I can make Huo Master Er’s background, who wears such cheap and shabby clothes, I’m not a masochist."

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