The salary king in the comics

Chapter 129 Hunter
After a day's journey, I started from climbing the mountain, passed through hidden walls, and was brought to Ring City by porters.Then he was forcibly classified into the group of idiots by the dean who only had a good temper with Constantine.

Then came Constantine's various introductions to Ring City.According to Constantine, Ring City is full of dangers, and if you don't pay attention, you will end up in pieces.

That's right, death in the physical sense is a good end, and no one dares to refute the words of the magician.After all, magic has appeared, and the soul is not far away.

Find an old woman with a turtle shell on her back, hand over the students to her, and ask the old woman to take them to the market in Ring City.

Ever since the Salary King Meeting was held, the reconstruction of the Ring City has been put on the agenda. In the current Ring City, if we ignore the dangerous buildings, the mysterious warlocks, the Harland knights patrolling around, and the occasional The black shadow that flew by, this place is completely a normal city.

After sending away all the students, Constantine had time to deal with Clint who had successfully passed the level.

Looking at Clint, Constantine tentatively asked: "Are you about the same physical fitness?"

If he didn't know from Natasha that Constantine was not gay, he would still have reacted to Natasha's teasing actions.Saying this kind of thing will only be regarded as a person with special hobbies.

Regarding Constantine's inquiry, Clint could only answer vaguely, "It's not bad, after all, I often exercise."

"That's fine."

I saw Constantine snapping his fingers, and three little ghosts descended directly from the sky.The hard-working Huanyin City porters have arrived again.

"They will send you to your destination, where you should find someone to guide you."

Before Clint had time to ask who the destination and the guide were, the two little ghosts grabbed Clint's arms and flew into the sky.

This time the flight was not as safe as before. Clint, who had no protection at all, had a layer of frost forming on his body just after passing through the clouds.

The kid who was flying in the front to lead the way even looked back at Clint, and giggled maliciously.

Washed by the air current and cold in the sky, Clint just made a slight gesture with his middle finger before passing out.

Cold and shock, that's all Clint felt in his coma.Finally at some point, the imps slowed down, and they dropped Clint.

Clint, who was still on the ground by the kid, was hit again and fell into a deep sleep groggyly.

When Clint woke up, he found that there was an extra leather blanket on his body.He was leaning against a bonfire, and there were three people drinking something by the bonfire.

Climbing up from the warm leather blanket, Clint heard the conversation of the three.

"Come and take another sip. This is the water of life. It's what men should drink. Only bitches drink low-strength rubbish."

Shaking his still not sober head after a deep sleep, Clint barely saw a white-haired man in leather armor pouring something into the wine glasses of the other two.

After filling it up, the two drank it all in one gulp, and the white-haired man also drank the rest of the bottle.

"Oh, you're awake. It seems that your physical fitness is not very good. Come and drink this cup to warm up your body."

The white-haired man handed over the metal cup in his hand, and the liquid in the cup was slightly rippling.Clint, who just woke up, didn't care, and drank it straight away.

Puff~~~
It wasn't until part of the liquid was poured into the stomach that Clint's tongue reacted, and the extremely strong alcohol pierced in, causing Clint to spray the liquid in his mouth everywhere.

The liquid sprayed into the bonfire, and the flames burned even more violently, even igniting the land next to it soaked in liquid.

"what is this?"

"Water of life! What's the matter?"

"Water of life? That is puree with an alcohol content of 96 degrees, which is not something normal people can drink?"

Hearing Clint's rebuttal, the white-haired man poured himself a full glass nonchalantly, took a sip, and burped.

"So your physical fitness needs to be practiced again, it is really weak."

The words of the white-haired man attracted the approval of the other two, and they raised their glasses one after another to let the white-haired man fill them up.

"Where is this place?"

Clint's inquiry aroused the curiosity of the white-haired man, and the white-haired man asked back: "You were brought here by the porter, and you don't know what you are going to participate in?"

"No one ever told me, just told me to pass the test of life and death and become a hunter."

"Come and sit down, let me explain it to you, and you can make a decision after listening. If you choose to leave, I will send you back."

Invited by the white-haired man, Clint was in front of the bonfire.At this time, through the bonfire, it was discovered that the two people on the opposite side were wearing fully wrapped plate armor.An iron chain spanned their waists, and some small odds and ends hung from it.

The cloak carried by the plate armor has long been soaked in dust and blood, and the armor is full of large scars, showing the endless battles it has experienced.

Behind the two armored warriors were their weapons.A huge machete and stick.

The white-haired man offered Clint a new drink, but Clint shook his head and refused.

"Don't worry, it's a normal drink for you."

Clint took it and took a sip tentatively. It was indeed normal. The drink was filled with a slight herbal aroma. After drinking it, Clint felt full of strength.

"I am Geralt, a hunter. These two are exiles, and we are both hunters, responsible for dealing with some troubles on the outskirts of the abyss."

When the white-haired man, that is, Geralt, talked about himself, Clint also carefully observed Geralt's appearance.

The white-haired Geralt tied his hair behind his head with a raised wolf tail.The handsome face full of vicissitudes attracts people's attention all the time, not to mention the scar on his left eye, which will only bring him a tougher charm.

"I just entrusted Dragon Academy to see if there are any good seedlings that can supplement the number of hunters. I didn't expect to send you one today. Is it true that no one wants to join the hunters?"

Geralt's tone was full of sighs, as if the hunter had fallen.

"No, some of us participated in the trial, but the person before me was hacked to death by the skeleton, and the others couldn't bear the pressure and withdrew. In the end, I was the only one who crossed that road."

Clint's explanation, instead, attracted Geralt's surprised stare and question: "You mean you bravely crossed the bombing avenue?"

Not understanding why Geralt was like this, Clint said with some pride in his tone: "If you're talking about the road where knight phantoms shoot arrows all the time, yes, I walked through it."

"Didn't you ever think of jumping from the right after dodging the first wave of arrows and going around the platform below? You're not an undead man whose knees can't be bent!"

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