Chapter 40

The beautiful magician girl lowered her head shyly, thinking that she was about to get married, her mood was difficult to calm, except for sweetness or sweetness.

"Puff!" The rough soldier was thundered as soon as he heard these words, and the beer he drank was directly sprayed out, "Really!? You two guys are going to get married in your hometown!"

"Yeah." The beautiful magician nodded and didn't explain much, probably because it was too shy.

"Yeah, we have already discussed it. This is the final commission, so you should ask for more money. After all, our team will be disbanded, and we will go on separate things. In the future, you can only find other people to team up, or by yourself Do it alone." The handsome swordsman apologized, "I'm sorry, forgive us for our waywardness."

"Don't apologize! What's the excuse? Getting married is a happy thing! I am used to it by myself, and it's okay to do it alone! Don't feel guilty for me!" The rough soldier was a little bit tearful. , The companion who has been adventurous, will soon be separated, more or less sad.

But getting married is a happy thing after all, it is too unsightly to stop it, and you can only bless silently.

The swordsman and the magician looked at each other and didn't know what to say.

"Really, tell me this kind of thing sooner!" The rough warrior's eyes reddened, and he stood up and hammered the swordsman's chest. "You bastard, must be nice to others, or I will definitely go to your hometown. Beat you!"

"Okay, you are welcome." The handsome swordsman nodded, and the team disbanded very sadly.

"Don't cry, it's the first time I saw you like this..." the beautiful magician comforted.

"I didn't cry! I just...I envy you!" The rough soldier covered his face and said with emotion.

The swordsman and the magician moved slightly, watching the warrior's self-satisfaction.

"Madam boss! Ten glasses of beer!" The rugged soldier chanted his drink.

"Ten glasses of beer, coming soon." Martha responded.

Merlin looked calmly next to him, thinking that the adventurers also had a very deep friendship, and thought they would fight for the commission.

"I have a treat today, let's drink more." The rough soldier gradually calmed down and said seriously, "I don't know when in the future I can continue to drink with you two guys like this."

"Look for goblins at night, so drink less." The handsome swordsman was a little embarrassed.

"That's right, drink less." The beautiful magician echoed.

"The two of you guys who are going to get married are going to leave. I can't drink some wine with me!?" The soldier hammered himself in the chest annoyedly, "Do you look down on single dogs?"

"I know, I know, let's drink some." A drop of cold sweat ran down the handsome swordsman's forehead.

Sister Martha came over with a beer, "Guest, your ten glasses of beer."

When the swordsman saw Masha, he suddenly wanted to inquire about the situation of the goblin. After all, he was only hearing from hearsay, and the specific situation was still unknown.

"Lady boss, do you know exactly where the goblins on the back mountain are?"

"This... I heard that they live underground." Martha also said uncertainly. The tavern is often the place where information flows fastest, and she also knows something.

"Underground, it seems we need to search." The handsome swordsman touched his chin and muttered to himself.

Masha looked at the proofs of the three adventurers in front of them, knew that they were silver adventurers, and asked about the situation of the goblins, it is estimated that they are going to the back mountain.

"Excuse me, are you going up the mountain to fight the goblins?"

"Yes, we are going to kill a hundred green-skin monsters!" The rough soldier drank a glass of beer.

"I advise you not to do this. The group of goblins on the mountain are not ordinary goblins, but a branch of the royal family. They have not migrated to the southern United Kingdom." Martha explained it, hoping that they would retreat even if it is difficult. These three are silver adventurers, with intermediate strength, it is still difficult to fight high-level goblins.

"Green-skin monsters, inferior creatures, and royals? It's ridiculous! Hahahaha..." The rough soldier laughed.

"Of course there are royal clans. Goblins are divided into tribes, each tribe has its own emperor, and the emperor of this tribe on the mountain has high-level strength 20 years ago. Are you really okay? "Martha is kinder, it's better to make it clear.

The three of them moved slightly, and there was a big gap between each strength class. If there were really high-level powerhouses, they would really not be able to beat them.

"Oh...what are you kidding? How could there be high-level existence in the goblins next to this small mountain village? Boss, don't scare us..." The rough warrior didn't believe it. There must be high-level monsters. The village has long been wiped out, right?

"That's right, the lady boss, don't laugh, even if there are high-level goblins, we can escape." The handsome swordsman didn't believe it.

"I mean that tribal emperor was a high-level 20 years ago, and now..." Martha paused, and said seriously, "It is very likely that the holy order exists."

The three looked at each other, and they didn't believe it. They felt that there could be no holy rank monsters in this small place, otherwise how could there be no rumors at all, maybe the boss's wife was alarmist.

They didn't know that the goblins in the back mountain had been living underground and had no communication with the outside world. How could anyone know that the goblin emperor was a holy order?

"Thank you for your reminder, but we still have to continue entrusting, please don't threaten us with hearsay." The magician declined Martha's kindness.

Martha sighed, said no more, turned and left.

The three adventurers drank a few glasses of beer and left enthusiastically, preparing to kill tonight.

Merlin didn't say a word, because this matter had nothing to do with him.

Merlin, who was lazy in the late stage of cancer, was afraid of troubles, and became dumb.

I don't know if what Sister Martha said is true. If the Goblin Emperor in the back mountain is really a holy order, Merlin is really interested in killing it and giving his life +1s.

With worry on her face, Masha looked at the backs of the three of them, sighed, and prayed silently, "I hope they come back safely."

Merlin next to him suddenly got black lines on his forehead and looked at Martha with a strange look

Don't say it! Sister Martha!

There are enough flags for three of them.

You inexplicably added another layer of debuff to them!

This time I must die, and I was given a sip of poisonous milk...