Chapter 17 This is indeed not a misunderstanding ()

Dalworth is a very inconspicuous small character in the Storm Kingdom Adventurers Guild, but the inconspicuous and small characters are compared to the huge adventurers Guild scattered throughout the Kingdom. In fact, Dalworth, as a mid-level warrior, still has a considerable reputation in some circles.

"Haha, Eumida, you can't even shoot a little bird."

There was a sound of playfulness behind Dalworth. If it were placed, he might have said a few words, but now he is in a good mood and let his subordinates make trouble.

This time the mission seemed too easy to Dalworth. I don’t know which hot-minded nobleman released it, and he actually bought the head of the boy named Leo with a high price of 200 gold coins. A little rookie with even a level of strength was worth 200 gold coins. Tsk, this really made a purchase of cabbage as gold.

Although I feel infinite contempt for the nobles who released this task, Dalworth would not want to have more tasks like this, the better. It can make a lot of money and work easily. Who wouldn't want to?

In Dalworth's mind, the nobles who released this task were completely a typical example of being stupid and having a lot of money.

Eumda was very depressed now. He just saw the black bird that had been following the team after entering the forest and was unhappy, so he gave it an arrow. Unexpectedly, the black bird actually avoided its own shooting, and flew away with its wings and screaming, which made him laugh at him for a lot of laughter from his teammates.

Eumodor, who was feeling ashamed and upset as his companions laughed, quickly found his target to vent his anger - a white wolf.

At the same time, Dalworth also saw the white wolf peeking at his adventure team in the distance. The wolf's fur was snow-white, which was extremely rare in the Elvin Forest. If it was put into Stormwind City, it would definitely be sold at a high price. Those rich ladies were willing to spend money.

"Emerald, be careful. This beast's fur can be sold for at least fifty gold coins." Fearing that his subordinates were shooting randomly, Dalworth hurriedly reminded him.

Fifty gold coins! Adventurers' eyes lit up. Adventurers like them who are mingling in low-level areas, it would be good if they can earn five gold coins per month if they lose all kinds of expenses. The fur of a wild wolf is worth fifty gold coins, which is worth a year of hard work.

I didn’t expect that I would have such good luck when I came out this time!

Eumda's hands were trembling. He didn't expect that the white wolf's fur would be worth fifty gold coins. If he missed his shooting, the white wolf's fur would damage it, then Dalworth wouldn't have peeled his skin.

Naturally, Dalworth would not put his hopes on Eumda. He made a gesture to the adventurers on the team, so that they could all be prepared and that the white wolf should not be allowed to run away.

Ebony began to draw the bow, and the muscles on adventurers such as Dalworth began to tense. Everyone's attention was on the white wolf in the distance. The adventurers did not notice that the little black bird driven away by Ebony had already flew over their heads. In fact, even if someone noticed it, he would not care about it. A little black bird the size of a palm was just a small black bird. Not to mention that even if it was placed in front of the white wolf with a fur worth fifty gold coins, no one would care about it.

"Accurate..." Dalworth was about to launch an attack on the white wolf, but suddenly a feeling of something bad came to his heart. A violent pain like a burning flame instantly swept across every nerve in Dalworth's body.

The companions around them only saw a layer of flame suddenly rising from Dalworth's body to wrap him up. The sudden change made them stunned for a moment.

Oops, someone attacked!

After all, these people lived a life of licking blood from the knife. They quickly reacted and several people quickly stood in a small circle to protect Dalworth.

Although the moment of daze was short, it was completely enough for the intentional sneak attacker.

As soon as Emuda turned around, he saw a black black light ball the size of a fist hit him. The speed of this black black light ball made him hit him without any reaction.

"ah!"

Euma let out a scream, shook his body twice and fell on his back. At the same time, black spots began to appear on his skin, as if his body was splashed with a layer of corrosive solution. The archer was so painful that he kept rolling on the ground.

"Shadow Arrow, Corrosion Technique... Be careful, the sneak attacker is a warlock." Dalworth was shocked when he saw the tragic situation of Eumda. He endured the pain and reminded the others.

How could there be warlocks who sneak attack our low-level adventure team? Dalworth couldn't understand that even if the warlock who studies dark power is not as high as that of a mage, the status of warlocks is much higher than that of a small adventure group composed of ordinary adventurers and middle- and low-level warriors like himself.

It should be noted that becoming a warrior who relies on his body is easy, and becoming an archer is not difficult. However, if you want to become a warlock and a mage, you cannot succeed without a certain social status and economic strength. Because without social status, you will not be able to come into contact with relevant knowledge inheritance, and without sufficient economic strength, you will not be able to afford the large expenses required to learn various magical knowledge.

It is logical that a low-level small adventure team like himself would not anger any status-based upper-class people, wait... Dalworth suddenly thought of a possibility - the young man with black hair and black eyes named Leo, whom he considered a rookie!

Damn it, no wonder he has a life worth 200 gold coins. It turns out that he is a warlock! Dalworth couldn't help but feel very upset. He still thought he was the noble stupid person who released the mission. It turned out that the real stupid person was himself.

"Sir Warlock, we are just ordinary small adventure teams, and I don't think this misunderstanding should have happened between us." Dalworth spoke with a glimmer of hope.

"Misunderstanding? You have been following me in Stormwind City, and you dare to tell me that this is a misunderstanding?"

A voice came over, and Dalworth followed the sound and saw a young man with black hair and black eyes walking out from behind a big tree.

Haha, this kid is indeed a rookie!

Seeing the other party appear, Dalworth felt a sense of joy. If the warlock kept hiding and using spells to attack without saying a word, then his group of people would be in danger. Even if he died under his spell in this dense forest, he might not be able to see his shadow. But this little rookie actually ran out of his hiding place, which would be much easier.

Dalworth smiled grimly: "You are right, this is indeed not a misunderstanding. Your life is worth two hundred gold coins, a rookie!"

After saying that, Dalworth, as a mid-level warrior, rushed towards the black-haired youth quickly. At Dalworth's speed, the distance between the two was only a distance that could be crossed in four or five breaths.

Seeing the shocked expression of the black-haired young man, Dalworth was slightly excited: Two hundred gold coins have been obtained!
Chapter completed!