At midnight, the adventurers officially declared the end of their first day of exploration of the Senn Dungeon after the change. Both the ancient city and the Bed City were brightly lit, and the crowds were bustling, as lively as a celebration. According to rough statistics, the number of vendors setting up stalls inside and outside the city has more than doubled, selling the day's harvest. Almost everyone has a new discovery. As we all know, the highest price of props produced in the dungeon is when it is just discovered, so the adventurers quickly put out all kinds of new things they have never seen and sell them. The goods on these stalls are not all props, or there are not many really useful things, most of them are classic and fashionable small garbage. Someone carried back a few wooden racks from the Fran Fortress. Yes, they are wooden racks used to tie up people who have not passed the wolf blood test. The seller is also very business-minded to promote the wooden racks as sacred objects for special attacks against werewolves. If you only look at the appearance, it seems to make sense. Someone pulled out a branch and said that this thing can be used as an antidote. The reason is that these trees can grow safely in the highly toxic sewage of the Fran Fortress, so they must have the effect of detoxification. The hard horns on the head of Gulu, the venom spit out by the slug, the tail of the Slowpoke, the drops of unknown beasts in the forest area, and even the stones with strange shapes were brought out by adventurers. They can make up a strange experience and sell it. Just for this carefulness and ability to rob the property, these adventurers are excellent protagonists in RPG games-especially those who plunder the property of innocent NPCs from house to house.
The customer base of these people is naturally not those experienced adventurers. They are all in the same industry and can tell at a glance whether these things are useful. So the main customers are the wealthy and idle dog owners in the city. Especially now that a large number of caravans have settled in Bed City, these people either buy the most practical or the most fancy, and then package these things and ship them to faraway places to sell them to richer and more idle dog owners. Adventurers can make money, merchants can make money, it is a win-win situation, because the dungeon can also make money. Even Gong Qiying didn't expect that adventurers would actually start to be interested in small garbage, which made him stunned for a long time. The information on the bulletin board in the center of Bed City is updated every moment. The number of staff responsible for this work has doubled, but they still can't cope with the adventurers who are eager to provide information. Everyone rushed to exchange various information, from the rough strategy of elite monsters to which piece of mud in the swamp feels as comfortable as stepping on milk. The staff responsible for reviewing the information often have the idea that your information is really useful. Because there are so many people coming to exchange information, the ranking list can't help but suspend the update. It will be ranked and rewarded after everyone's contribution stabilizes in two days. It's really lively, just like the game suddenly started a new event. Unconsciously, the Sean Dungeon actually has such a group of loyal "fans". Unexpected but reasonable. "Let's have a meeting!" Adventurer's Guild, second floor. Malu patted the table, and everyone in the lounge looked at her. At this moment, there are 20 to 30 adventurers in the lounge, all of whom are silver-level masters. Almost all the adventurers in Bed City have gathered together. The reason for choosing to meet in the lounge is that this "meeting" is not formal at all, but just a general exchange of information and a way to keep in touch. "Malu, your boss hasn't come back yet, I always feel like something is missing when Leon is not here," "At least wait for another half a month," Malu pouted, still upset that Leon went on the road alone without bringing everyone. Drew changed the subject, put a booklet on the table, and said, "We got something called a hunting manual, which records the monsters in the Thane dungeon. Have you got something similar?"
Half of the people in the lounge got it, and someone said: "The information recorded on it is amazing. I didn't expect that the monster called Gulu was actually an ally of the Faran Undead Team. In this case, they seem to be good people?" He spread out his hunting manual, and the information appeared on it: [Hunting Manual: Monsters] [Name: Gulu] [Gulu is a descendant of the devil. They chose to become allies of the Faran Undead Team in the Faran Fortress. They not only provide trials for those who volunteer to join the Undead Team, but also guard various places in the fortress to fight against the evil forces from the abyss] Under these lines of text is a lifelike sketch of Gulu, or a version holding a spear and a shield. "I don't know if it's a good person, but it scratched my face. It's not enough for me to kill him a thousand times." A man with a bandage on his face said indignantly. "Why don't you use healing?" Maru asked curiously. "I'm just reminding myself!" ".I'm free." A curvy female adventurer flipped through the hunting manual and said with a smile: "The things recorded here are interesting. I guess the president will emphasize this booklet during the formal meeting. Why don't we compete to see who can unlock more first?" "Are there any bets?" Roger asked with interest. "Um, the right to have dinner with me?" "Tsk~" Roger lost interest immediately. "Hey, even if you don't like it, don't react so obviously, okay!" This woman's name is Antili. She is a high-level animal trainer who has been dealing with ferocious beasts all year round. She is very hot in both personality and dress. When she bends down to scold Roger, a certain part of her body jumps. came out. However, there was no worldly desire in Roger's eyes, and he said: "I will consider betting with you if you can lend me your beast for one night." "Hiss" Antili took a breath and looked at Roger up and down, not knowing what she was thinking. "Give up, uncle, he is only interested in monsters," Ma Lu tried her best to suppress a laugh. "As for monsters, by the way, I happen to have news about monsters here," Antili clapped her hands suddenly and said, "My apprentice told me that a group of monsters have appeared in Food Paradise that will not actively attack people. I was planning to Let’s take a look. How about you come with me?” "Oh?" Roger immediately sat up straight, "Then I have to go, and I have to take my apprentice with me." As soon as they talked about monsters, the two people immediately became good friends who had known each other for many years and started chatting happily. However, they didn't chat for a few words before they ran outside and started fighting. "The blue-scaled white dragon is the strongest flying dragon monster. What do you stupid woman know?" "Fart, the handsome and powerful Red Flame Red Dragon can kill it to the ground! No one knows flying dragons better than me!" Drew said expressionlessly: "Don't worry about them, let's talk about ourselves." What the adventurers exchanged the most was the information about Farland Fortress, and it was mainly about practicality.
For example, the swamp became more toxic, the lurking monsters became stronger, the location of the props changed, etc. When I got excited, I took out a pen and paper and drew a map on the spot. However, everyone drew different maps. Everyone stared at each other at first, and then started arguing. It was nothing more than "the map I drew is correct, and the map I drew is rubbish." Everyone's concerns are varied. Some are communicating about the monster's body structure and fighting methods, some are speculating on the monster's habits, and some are discussing whether the weapons and equipment seized from the monster and the accompanying combat skills are practical. The content of the topics here is much higher than the various content on the bulletin board. After chatting for a while, everyone's topic reached one point - the story hidden in the French Fortress. According to the information obtained so far, everyone can know that this is a group of organizations fighting against a force called the Abyss, and it seems to have a tragic past. However, no more details are known. So after chatting for a while, everyone started talking about something else. Someone said mysteriously: "I'm going to tell you some news, but please don't spread it outside." "Mysterious, tell me quickly." The man paused and whispered: "It is said that traces of demons were found outside the city, and someone was killed in a nearby village." Drew frowned and asked, "What's the specific location?" "It seems to be in the southwest, close to Val City. Now the lords on both sides have a headache." "Southwest." Malu suddenly remembered something and searched around the crowd, but did not find the person she was looking for. That man's name was Dar. They have not reunited since being dispersed by the tide of monsters, and they have not even met after leaving the dungeon. While chatting, she heard Dar say that his family seemed to live on a farm in the southwest outside the city? Outskirts of Bede City, southwest. An inconspicuous farm is adjacent to the forest. It is not large in area, and the crops grown in it are sparse and do not grow well. It seems that its owner does not care about the crops. Generally speaking, farmers will keep one or two dogs as pets to guard their homes. However, if any dog dared to enter this farm, it would be frightened to pieces. Because there is a strong smell of wolf in it. In the dim farmhouse, Dahl was huddled in the corner, looking a little forlorn. From time to time, pairs of faint eyes would light up in the farmhouse, but there was no malice in the eyes that looked at him, only concern for his companions. "I did a cowardly thing," Darr stroked the soft fur of the beast beside him, who whimpered in response. If you light up the torch, you can see that inside this farmhouse
It's full of wolves! Dar smiled, knowing that his partner would always give him timely attention. Looking at the wolves in front of him, a memory came to mind. It was what he saw before leaving Thane Dungeon. A sleeping old wolf, a tombstone with vague inscriptions. It's Old Wolf Fran! After passing through the cave, he actually met Old Farlan Wolf before leaving Thane, and felt the invitation from the other party, inviting him to become a Farlan Guard. Receiving wolf blood can gain powerful strength, and in theory he can even rival the legendary Frank Undead Team. But he finally chose to escape. "I'm really a coward. I obviously hope to get the power to take revenge, but I'm afraid of turning into a monster." Dahl felt wet on his face as the wolf was licking his face. This can be regarded as comforting him. He chuckled, hugged the big guy's furry body, and said to himself: "As long as you are here, I will feel at ease."