Chapter 150 Adventurer's Request for Help

"Well, it's easier to get things done with someone." Seeing several people around Constance, the young men and women here couldn't help but feel jealous, "We only have two coaches here."

It's not that they look down on Seymour and Driver. The goblin's little show of hands just now was enough to shock them. They just felt a little indignant about this kind of differential treatment.

"Believe me, you won't envy her in a while," Seymour whispered in the young man's ear, "You will find that the drow instructor and the goblin instructor are so gentle compared to her."

"You are kidding." Several young people laughed. Unlike the not-so-good-reputation drow and goblins, dhampirs are synonymous with elegance and nobility. How could they...

"You'll see in a moment," Seymour curled his lips, with a hint of teasing in his red eyes, "Do you know why she just said she was 'the worst, passing level'?"

"Why?"

"Those who were worse than her died in her hands during training, so she is the 'worst' - stay away from her in the future, okay? Dhampir blood is colder than drow."

"Ah!"

About half an hour later, Constance was sweating all over and hurriedly called for a stop. She dropped the swift sword and dagger in her hand, sat on the ground without any image and began to treat the wound.

Yes, wounds. She was holding a sharp dagger and sword, but she was stabbed six times by a cane? How did Sylvia do it?

Can you stab someone without the tip of a sword?

"Four of the wounds on your body are your own," Ron watched with relish for half an hour, and saw Sylvia's tricks a little bit, "She has been diverting the trajectory of your weapon to disarm you. When she takes away or knocks down your weapon, she will take the opportunity to fight back with your own weapon."

"You are so old, but you can't even hold a sword steadily." Ivy held her forehead and sighed. Fortunately, she was not as keen on adventure as her aunt, otherwise she might not have this cousin.

Among the few of them, Sylvia's melee skills can only bully Ron and Andre who have not received systematic training. Victoria and her are basically evenly matched. Fortunately, she had some expectations for this cousin who had some "family background", but now it seems that there is not much difference from Carlos.

"If you are only at this level, you can only join the militia," Sylvia put down her cane with regret, "At least there, you can rely on the advantage of numbers to ensure your safety."

"Also, don't use this, switch to a spear and a shield. You can master it without much training, and then you can beat me."

Sylvia didn't mean to ridicule Constance, she was just stating the facts - even Seymour, a drow assassin, might not dare to try a single-handed attack, let alone her. If Constance wants to defeat her, this is the only way.

If it's a long-range weapon, this half-elf has no chance - magic missiles are much more accurate than bows and arrows.

"No, I'll choose this one!" Constance stood up stubbornly and got ready again, "Miss Sylvia, I want to learn your skills!"

"Are you sure?" Sylvia looked at her and did not respond with her cane immediately, "I won't be so gentle next time, okay?"

"I'm sure!"

"Okay..." Sylvia gave Ivy a reassuring look, "Then I'll play with you until you give up."

Ron didn't continue to watch, on the one hand he could foresee Constance's failure, and on the other hand Rurik came over and said that two adventurers wanted to talk to him about something.

In the hall of the trading post, Ron met these two people: one tall and one short, one fat and one thin, a perfect duo.

"You must be the Lord," the fat man shook hands with Ron enthusiastically, "I'm Spike, we met when you went to Rose City on that trip."

"Our leader is Wilson." The short man followed closely.

"Oh oh oh——" Ron remembered Wilson as soon as he mentioned him, otherwise he really had no impression of these two people, "Where are your companions, why didn't they come?"

"They..." The tall and fat Spike and his thin and short friend looked at each other, "They, encountered a little trouble."

"To be more precise, we came to you to help rescue them."

"Caught by Carolina?" This was Ron's first reaction. After all, he had previously instigated Wilson and others to attack Carolina's slave-hunting team, and it was possible that they failed.

"No, that's not the case," Spike shook his head, "We had a very pleasant transaction with your subordinates in this regard, which is another matter."

"On the way back from the last transaction with you, we met a crazy, shirtless guy on the edge of the delusion land. We all thought he seemed to be a robber, but he insisted that he was a prophet."

"He said that there are countless treasures in this land, but it also comes with various risks."

"This is probably not a prophet, right?" The dwarf blacksmith poured each of them a glass of beer, "Everyone knows this."

"He is different," Spike smiled bitterly, "He pointed out a place for us, which is a waterfall. He asked us to go behind the waterfall, where there is a treasure cave with countless treasures."

"The two of us were watching the news up there," the short man continued. "At first, they said everything went well, and we could still hear Luo Wei's giggle. But it didn't take long for the sounds inside to turn into screams and screams. A cry for help.”

Spike regretfully displayed his tambourine: "You see, I am a poet, and he is a wanderer. We are helpless in this unexpected situation, so we have to retrace our steps and ask for your kind help. "

"I want to ask, where is the robber or the prophet?" Ron asked.

This kind of reckless behavior just because of a few words is completely the style of an adventurer, but because Ron and the others are similar, he does not intend to blame them on their motives, but hopes to find out more details.

"Oh, he is the only one who came out of the waterfall," Spike said. "He said Wilson and the others were trapped, but their lives are not in danger for the time being. He will stay there and let us find someone to help. ”

"Oh, by the way, he mentioned a person. I think he was probably talking about someone in your team."

"who?"

"He said that he 'gained the power of prophecy after seeing a heroic spirit carrying a huge blue sword on his back,' and 'thus received divine grace and knew the secrets of this land.' If we remember correctly , among your companions..."