A hero drinks red without leaving a bottle

Chapter 18 Bill Gate Doesn't Care When There's a Sale in the Supermarket
Huang Lang's first impression of the towns in the other world was not very good, because the town of Eichenbach can be regarded as a typical example of mess and disorder --- the sewage is flowing, and there is black snow everywhere due to irregular sewage discharge. There was a strange smell everywhere, and Huang Lang had no doubt that if he came in summer, he might have been driven crazy by mosquitoes.

As a traveler who came from a clean and modern city, Huang Lang's first impression of the town in another world was not good.

But it has to be said that Bai Gu successfully reversed Huang Lang's opinion.

Leaving the No. 1 landing field, which may be about the size of a football field, a very wide and flat avenue appeared in front of Huang Lang. On this avenue, Huang Lang could see many knights galloping on horseback. To many four wheelers driving side by side.

Moreover, Huang Lang quickly noticed that the galloping horses and vehicles on the wide avenue were not walking around randomly, but were arranged in three rows on one side in an orderly manner according to some kind of fluorescent lines on the ground. Six columns of channels:

The ones on the innermost row are all driven by slower farm vehicles; most of the runners on the second row are wagons or carriages that are faster than the first row; and the third row on the outermost row is all Extremely fast riders and high speed vehicles.

At that moment, Huang Lang felt that what he saw was the expressway of his hometown, not the road in the foreign fortress city.

"There's a no-fly zone over White Valley, otherwise you'd still be able to see air traffic," said Hammond in human form, leading Huang Lang onto the sidewalk. Much stronger?"

Huang Lang sideways avoided a peddler pushing a cart, looked at Hammond with a slightly strange face and asked:
"Speaking of which, I've wanted to ask since just now, why do you keep saying that I'm an apprentice taught by someone [reclusive] or [hermit]? What do you mean?"

Hearing this question, Hammond's humanoid avatar showed a slightly mocking smile, he smacked his mouth twice, and explained without looking back:
"There are multiple reasons. It's very complicated to explain. I'll pick the two most obvious points. First, the first point, the most important point, you don't know me."

Hearing this, Huang Lang rolled his eyes, thinking how narcissistic you must be, if you don't know you, you are considered a hermit...
However, following Hammond's explanation, the more Huang Lang listened, the more he felt that the strange mixed race in front of him might not be bragging.

“………..I am a close friend of your Terran Emperor Stefan, a former legendary adventurer, a love master hated by men, my deeds are sung all over the world by bards, and my images and portraits are everywhere in the Terran Kingdom , to be honest, if you don’t know my real body, there is a high probability that you were nested in a ravine before..."

"May I take the liberty to ask, why are your images and portraits everywhere in the human race country..."

"There are different reasons. The adventurer's union hangs my portrait because all legendary adventurers have to hang it. This is the rule; then Aiden is now the king, and all the provinces and cities of the entire empire, as long as any government of a certain size Organizations will hang his portrait..."

"So, what does the portrait of His Majesty Stefan have to do with you?" Huang Lang pouted.

"Because that is the photo of his enthronement ceremony, and I am the second from the left under his throne."

"the second?"

"The first is his wife."

"Okay, you're famous..." The enthronement ceremony was ranked second below the throne, Huang Lang felt that there was no room for bitterness, and he was really cruel.

"I'm already famous," Hammond said confidently, without any hint of modesty, "Of course, those kind ladies who are engaged in the service industry will also hang my portrait, so those who know it will be more too much."

"Wait, why did they hang your portrait?!"

Of course Huang Lang knew who Hammond was talking about. They were the "princesses" who lingered in places where people sang, and the "tea tasters" who had nothing to do with tea. He was really curious why these young ladies They will hang a portrait of an old rascal with dragon veins in their business premises...
"It's probably because of an incident 20 years ago that made them regard me as their protector. Anyway, your reaction to me is very telling."

"Okay..." Huang Lang responded with a drawn out tone.

"And you have a strong [qi], but you also have [combat skills] that I have never seen before, the wasteful behavior of using precious space to pack weapons, the strange potion that you eat directly with the bottle, and you will leave and disappear by yourself The strange mount... I don’t need to explain more.”

"Is the interspatial bag so precious?" Huang Lang muttered deliberately, "My teacher didn't say that..."

"So, you see, it is not difficult to judge that you have very little contact with the world," Hammond spread his hands, "then, either you are not from this world, or you have been staying in a hidden place, You are not a resident of the Fire Prison, nor are you a celestial being, so the answer is obvious."

[Congratulations on skipping the correct answer perfectly...] Huang Lang complained from the bottom of his heart.

But the complaints are all complaints, and Hammond's reaction also reminded him-the sudden appearance/disappearance of weapons and equipment seems to be explained by the panacea of ​​space magic, but the mount is really a bit difficult to handle.

When he and the mixed-blood rock sculpture left, the dwarf battle sheep mount released before naturally disappeared according to the mount rules of World of Warcraft. This matter was seen by the old rock sculpture, and it seemed to be part of his brain. No big impact for now.

But after thinking about it carefully, Huang Lang could think of something wrong with it.

The old rock carving doesn't care, or it's because the old rock carving is extremely powerful, and it really belongs to the creatures standing on the top of this different world. mentality.

This is a kind of calmness, a kind of calmness.

Thinking about it in another way, Huang Lang can roughly understand why the old rock sculpture can calmly do what he should do in the face of his sudden appearance of weapons, strange fighting skills and disappearing mounts——because the old rock sculpture thinks No matter what secrets, Huang Lang can't threaten him, no matter what secrets, they will eventually be exposed to him.

However, the fact that a strong person like the old rock sculpture doesn't care doesn't mean that others at the bottom of this different world don't care.

Bill-Damen doesn't care about the secrets of where and when there will be discounted dishes, which doesn't mean that those who are struggling with their families every day don't care either.

In the future, after the roots are really established, you have to be more careful - Huang Lang secretly reminded himself in his heart.

"But no matter which corner you came from, you are still aware of the threat of the demon, so please help me now, as I said before, there will be great thanks after everything is done," Hammond looked back Huang Lang glanced at it, and continued to chatter, "What do you want, Aiden's autographed photo? Weapons and equipment? Shall I introduce you to some strong men?"

What Hammond said is very sincere. The old rock sculpture has always felt that if you want people to do things, only slogans are not enough. He should not be the same price for people to be idle and to go all out. He knows that it may be possible after a while. What kind of vicious battles will be encountered, so he sincerely hopes to give Huang Lang some benefits so that Huang Lang can work seriously.

How can it be the same price to eat and die and go through fire and water, right?
Aiden's signed photo is a joke, but Hammond is serious about providing weapons and equipment and introducing strongmen.

"Then if possible, senior, please help me introduce some seniors from the Adventurer's Guild. Senior, aren't you a legendary adventurer?" Huang Lang replied readily.

What Huang Lang thought was very clear - he is like a rootless duckweed in this world, and in the ultimate mission, there is the route of the Adventurer King. His magic weapon of trouble is more useful.

"This is to be an adventurer," Hammond looked at Huang Lang meaningfully, and then nodded, "Okay, this matter is over, I will introduce you to the strongman of the Adventurer's Guild, I think They'd be happy to host a strong newcomer, too."

Huang Lang nodded to express his gratitude. Afterwards, the conversation between the two was somewhat lacklustre. They chatted casually, and soon came to the tall building that Hammond had pointed out before.

"That's it," Hammond said, pointing to a building made of some kind of black boulder. "I'll go in and make a quick arrangement. You wait for me at the door..."

As the old rock sculpture said, he was about to take a step in, when suddenly he heard a clear [gurgling] stomach protest from Huang Lang's stomach.

Huang Lang blushed. His system didn't completely digitalize his body, and he didn't know if it was out of the consideration of forcing him to integrate into the world. Even if he was overwritten by the system and loaded the game, some basic human survival There is still demand.

He will be hungry, although this will not affect his battle, and he does not have an extra [Hunger Progress Bar], but he still has to eat on time.

"Come on, you come in too, come in and have a meal." Hammond laughed a little, waved to Huang Lang, led him, and walked in, holding the old mage wrapped in rice dumplings with a wind.

The heavy gate blocked the cold of the winter night outside. Just like the busy street at dawn, the hall of the branch was also very lively.

Huang Lang looked it over, and there were probably dozens of adventurers gathered in many small groups in the hall. They were either drinking and eating and talking, or holding crystals or leather scrolls to discuss something, or they were in front of the counter in charge of the reception. The staff chatting and arguing, a busy scene.

Looking around, Huang Lang saw warriors in armor banging tables, archers polishing their arrows, and even casters with staffs on a few tables.

"Many caravans will choose to set off at dawn. The weather is a bit cold, but many risks can be avoided. Most of these guys are escorts performing escort missions." Hammond explained.

It's a dart guard, Huang Lang thought to himself.

"Don't look around, follow me." Hammond waved to Huang Lang, who was looking around, and then walked to an empty reception counter, and put his hand in front of the dwarf in charge of the reception before he could speak. on a crystal ball.

Huang Lang then saw a burst of soft light on the crystal ball, and a pleasant female voice sounded immediately:

"Certification passed, adventurer Hammond-Flame Wing, level-Legendary, please receive priority, respected Legendary, welcome to the Baigu branch of the guild, your arrival will make us flourish."

[Fuck, there is an automatic identity authentication system]

When Huang Lang was complaining in his heart, the drunken dwarf receptionist who was still holding a large wooden wine glass, the drunkenness on his face had completely disappeared, his hands trembled, and the wine glass in his hand almost fell to the ground .

Then, the dwarf, who had been looking sluggish a second ago, rushed out from behind the counter with surprising momentum, came to Hammond, and took Hammond's hand in both hands, as if to hide Nervous and agitated roaring generally begins speaking:
"White Valley Branch welcomes the arrival of the legend, employee 608039-Halfsol-Qiangyan, we will serve you wholeheartedly!!!"

The sound of the entire hall disappeared in an instant, and all the adventurers and office staff turned their heads [嗖] and looked at Hammond, who had a calm expression on his face and pretended to have reached the upper limit of [beep] level. Immortal nods vigorously.

Feeling the atmosphere of longing from the adventurers around him seeing him as a follower, Huang Lang truly realized how famous this old rascal he just met was, and the next moment, he had another feeling for the old rascal's reputation. a deeper understanding.

For Halfthor the dwarf said again:
"Hammond - Your Majesty the Legend of Flame Wing, I will take you to the VIP reception room."

When the name Hammond-Yanyi was spoken, Huang Lang noticed that the atmosphere in the hall had changed TM again:

When looking at Hammond, the longing on the faces of the male creatures has turned into reverence, and even more fanatical, while the longing on the faces of the female creatures has instantly turned into disgust;
When looking at Huang Lang, Huang Lang felt that the expressions of the men made them look as if each of them had become a master of abstinence who was not close to the young lady, while there was undisguised contempt on the faces of the women.

Come on, my female number looks like a trophy won by this world-famous old hooligan.

"I need to use the union's instant messaging service right away and get my eldest niece something to eat, she's hungry."

After Hammond finished speaking, he followed the dwarf and walked deeper into the building, and Huang Lang noticed that the surrounding atmosphere had changed again:
Everyone's eyes became extremely eager.

After Hammond disappeared through a gate, the quiet hall suddenly became lively like a volcanic eruption. One or two people were separated from each table and rushed in front of Huang Lang, who was about to bring Huang Lang to dinner. The elf clerks who were going were crowded out.

In Huang Lang's ears, the words of the mountains and the tsunami sounded:

"Miss, what do you want to eat, I invite!!!"

For a moment, Huang Lang felt that he was not surrounded by adventurers from other magical worlds, but a certain fan group, or saw the sales of medicine by the responsible person.

　Keep reading, the new book really needs this

　　
　
(End of this chapter)