Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes

"...So, Dragonborn, I still have to trouble you to come in contact with the NPC called ‘Anvis’ on our behalf.

Since you have the status of his entourage, we need to use your means to contact him. "

Briefly recounting the club's decision, the sharp sword shook the dark red inferior wine in the glass, did not touch a second bite, and at the same time looked at the Dragonborn with serious expression.

The division of labor of professional players in Baiguang Sports is very clear. For all kinds of things that need to be negotiated with players or NPCs, the salted fish poet in front of them is usually represented and handled.

"So, what's my advantage, Xiaojian?"

Glancing at the bard who was in a business negotiation posture, the last dragonborn was backwards, leaning on the creaking old bar wooden chair, and smiled lazily.

"Are you willing to come back? If you want, the club can immediately sign a contract with you again, and all terms can be discussed."

Unsurprisingly to the question raised by Dragonborn, the sharp sword habitually pushed down the glasses, and then realized that he did not wear glasses in the game.

"Sorry, when I terminated my contract with the White Light Club, I was no longer prepared to be bound by any club.

Now, I want to be able to play the game exactly according to my personal wishes, instead of having to perform the tasks assigned by the club. "

Hearing the sharp sword's attempt to recruit himself again, the elf fell silent for a moment, and simply rejected his proposal.

"I knew your choice would be like this."

Hearing the answer of the last dragonborn, the sharp sword nodded without surprise.

"So, based on the research and decision of the club's senior management, I hope to hire you as a special foreign player for Baiguang."

"Every month, the club will pay you a fixed salary, and will not interfere with your normal game.

Of course, this salary is much less than that of the official players, and it is incomparable with your previous captain treatment. I hope you can understand. "

After briefly introducing the treatment, Sharp Sword began to explain the responsibility of this identity.

"As a special foreign aid, you need to help us with some things, and relative to the importance of your help, we will also give you additional bonuses.

This bonus is not limited to real money, but can also be converted into in-game materials. Or provide you with support from the club when you need it. "

"The style of this proposal should have been put forward by those guys in the Strategic Analysis Department, right?"

After listening to the bard's suggestion, the dragonborn thought for a while, and finally nodded.

"This is fine, I agreed."

"In addition, if you need to make any preparations, you can prepare now. I will contact Anves at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning."

The collaboration was successfully reached in a few words, and the atmosphere on the wine table relaxed again.

"However, Dragonborn, I heard that you are engaging in a force called [NPC Protection Association]?"

In a casual tone, he mentioned the new news that he had recently learned. With sharp sword eyes looking towards the center of the tavern, standing in the orange firelight of the stone fireplace, the bard who told stories impassionedly,

The eyes of peers will always be attracted by another peer.

"Nothing, just for fun."

The elf spoke plainly, and then drank the wine in the glass, looking at the poet who was telling the story.

He knows that his former player, the sharp sword is the type that completely treats the game as a job, and the benchmark for all choices is for the most efficiency and maximum profit.

Therefore, he is not prepared to extend on this topic.

At exactly this time, the bard's story is gradually approaching the climax.

"...'I'm here to fight the beast!" In the tavern, the drunk female warrior said loudly. A mercenary in the tavern jokingly stood up. ‘I have one here now.’

The female soldier walked a few steps and came to the mercenary, her fiery eyes staring at him gradually losing confidence.

‘Let me see that beast. ’She resolutely said, ‘I will keep attacking it until it falls! ’"

Hearing this, the noise in the tavern was a little quieter, and a group of five big and three thick mercenaries held up their wine glasses, waiting intently for the follow-up development.

The last dragonborn instinctively glanced at Tiramisu, worried that the girl would feel uncomfortable with this story.

As a former captain, he is always used to taking care of the emotions of each team member.

However, when her gaze turned away, the elf realized that she seemed to listen more attentively than the aboriginal mercenaries.

"What? Do you need your sister's help to solve your'wild beast', the kind of weak crit?"

Noting the gaze of the dragon descendant, the little finger of the girl with cat ears hooked provocatively, and the small black dagger in her hand turned silently.

"Thank you, no need..."

The face twitched, and the elf turned his head back, unable to complain about Tiramisu's bad taste and personality.

He probably had a mind-blinding technique just now, so he was worried that the kitten would not adapt to this atmosphere.

.........

After a brief rest in the tavern, everyone left the tavern, went to the supply point in the city again to receive the combat structure after the overhaul, and then rushed to the battle front outside the city.

The dark beast tide has not receded, they are only temporarily retreating from the front and taking a rest.

Wearing a burst of dark red blasting flying dragon armor, the elf drove out of the city along the streets of Luoxue alone.

The surroundings are very deserted, with few pedestrians, and most of them look nervous. Occasionally a carriage appeared, and it hurried past with a rumbling sound.

There was fine white snow in the sky, and the whistling north wind swept the streets and lanes, covering everything with a cold silvery white.

A garland made of holly wood branches and edelweiss is hung on the walls of the surrounding houses, and from time to time you can see fixed stalls that have been temporarily dismantled.

People were already ready to celebrate the arrival of the annual New Year's Day, but it was only because of the sudden arrival of the dark beasts that they had to cancel it in a hurry.

"Mom, look at it! What is that?"

In the distance, a little girl about four or five years old was held by her mother and pointed curiously at the last dragonborn covered in strange armor.

She wore a slightly worn but very clean burlap coat, wrapped tightly like a zongzi, and her exposed face was flushed with cold.

"That's the'construction', it's the special armor made by the masters of the mages, child. Inside the construction, people are controlled by the same people as us. And they will go out of the city to fight the terrible beasts outside the city."

The mother in the same worn linen clothing looked at the direction her daughter indicated, a look of respect appeared on her face, and she explained to her daughter in a low voice.

"Is that so? Wouldn't Mr. Construct be afraid of seeing those terrible monsters?"

The little guy nodded ignorantly, thought about it, and asked with some confusion.

"Of course I will also be afraid. Faced with the countless monsters outside, even the powerful professionals in the legend will be afraid."

Mother gently stroked her little head~www.novelmt.com~ and whispered.

"However, for the safety of this city and us, they still stood up. So, just like your father, they are all heroes who protect us!"

The little girl nodded clearly, her big eyes flickering at the dragonborn's armor.

Then, in the mother's surprised gaze, she suddenly pushed away the hand held by her mother, waved her hand in the direction of the last dragonborn, and gave a clear cry.

"Mr. "Construction", may the north wind bless your steps!"

Hearing her shout, the hurried footsteps of the Last Dragonborn stopped.

Turning his face to the little girl, in the mother's uneasy gaze beside him, he gently lifted the dark red visor to reveal the young face below.

The pale green eyes stared at the little guy. In the whistling north wind, the elf smiled and waved to the innocent little girl as well.

"Thank you, little girl, may your path lead to light--"