Heimarian Odyssey

"Is this the result of this investigation mission?" a front desk staff member asked with a solemn expression.

"Yes, here are the biological debris we picked up." Locke passed two fingers, the stumped limb and a giant crocodile's scale armor.

After the staff picked up the instrument and tested it, they nodded and confirmed, "Yes, your task performance is excellent this time." Logo, and also handed over their task rewards.

Two hundred gold moles are much more precious than the mission rewards that other low-ranking servants can receive. It can be seen that the intelligence they brought back is of great value.

The two hundred gold Moorlocks didn't need a point. He had already taken the big bargain this time, whether it was the stump of the dwarf creature, the crystal nuclei and body materials of the giant alligator, or the three unidentified reds. Grass, far more than the price of two hundred gold moles.

Elaine was a little embarrassed at first, because she did not do anything in the task, but Locke's attitude was so tough that she could only accept it.

Not long after Locke and Ailian left, the staff member who had given them the task status just turned around and went to the upper level of the task hall.

The mission hall is located in the center of the Princeton Royal College. It has a height of more than ten meters. Among them, the number of floors is five floors. Except for the presence of the first and second floors as the mission hall, no outsiders are allowed to enter the three or more floors.

The staff went into an office on the fourth floor.

An old man with long grey eyebrows, wearing a pair of single-frame glasses, looked at the books in his hands seriously.

"Master Pridor, it's not good, you see this." The staff pushed the door to enter and handed over the task materials that Locke had handed in to the old man.

The old grey-browed old man, Priduo, slowly laid down the books in his hand before taking over what the staff handed him.

"Oh?" The old man did not rest his eyes on the giant alligator's scale armor, but focused his eyes on the two severed fingers.

"Why did the caveman appear here?" the old man muttered, and no one knew what kind of caveman he was talking about.

"Such Asians rarely exist on the mainland of Mysia, only some underground on the southeast coast." This staff member does not seem to be an ordinary person, and he knows a lot.

"Well..." The old man pondered for a while before saying, "Issue a few missions, let the following knights and magicians, catch more cavemen to come back, it is best to find their old nest."

"Okay." The staff agreed, and then left to announce the mission.

After the staff left, the old man put down the fingers of the troglodytes who were observing, and his eyes could not help but swept over the giant crocodile's scale armor. This giant crocodile's scale armor was not as hard and sharp as the original. Back to back, hard to hard, the scale armor became dull.

"It's such an aggressive young man!" the old man sighed, and could make the Frost Giant Crocodile look like this. This knight who returned from the mission is also a personal talent.

Returning to Locke in Princeton, he did not rush home, and after saying goodbye to Aileen in the academy, he went to deal with his harvest this time.

On a pharmacy and grocery store on Waltz Street, Locke poured out items such as ice cubes, crocodile scales, and claws that wrapped the cavemen's limbs.

This store is one of the Bili family's industries. Rocco took off the harvest after completing the task. They all came to this store. Everyone is an acquaintance, and they are not afraid of who pits others.

The appraiser in the shop is a yellow-haired middle-aged man who is holding the ice cubes of the frozen caveman and studying curiously. It seems that in his eyes, this ice cube is more than the material contributed by the intermediate Warcraft giant crocodile. Attract him.

Locke was not in a hurry. He asked for a cup of tea and sat quietly in the chair, waiting for the appraiser's result.

After the maid serving by the side changed Rock for three cups of tea, the middle-aged appraiser finally finished the inspection.

"Unexpectedly, we even have cavemen in the Omor empire." The middle-aged appraiser did not say anything to Locke, but sighed first.

"How much is this stuff worth?" Locke asked what he cared about most. He was looking at the Nayana creature's resistance under the giant crocodile for a while before choosing to bring back this unused wreck. In his eyes, this creature Even if it is not Warcraft, the body is almost worth the value of Warcraft.

Coupled with the light weight and small size, Locke chose to bring these ice cubes back.

"This thing is not valuable." The appraiser said after finishing the language, before waiting for Locke to speak, and then said, "But we are more interested in the location of this creature."

The appraiser gave Locke a peace of mind to let him know that what he brought back was not completely worthless.

"How much is it?" Locke asked. They had cooperated a few times before. He didn't mind giving a friendly price to this shop in the Bili family.

The identity of the middle-aged appraiser in the store is not low, and after a little consideration, the finger shows the number "seven".

"Deal!" Locke laughed. Seven represents seven hundred gold moles, which is equivalent to what he usually achieved by completing two trial tasks.

"As for the scale armor and four claws of this frost giant crocodile, because of the damage, we can only give a purchase price of one hundred gold moles," the middle-aged appraiser reminded.

"OK!" The most valuable crystal nucleus has been left by Locke, and this pile of materials has been exchanged for a hundred gold moles, and Locke has not suffered.

After telling the appraiser the name of the territory next to Ailian's house and checking it, Lock tried to ask, "What is that caveman?" He just heard the middle-aged appraiser call this creature a caveman people.

The middle-aged appraiser knew about the relationship between Locke and Miss. She didn’t hide it, and directly said, "The caveman is a kind of creature that mainly lives underground. Its source is not yet known, but because of its good strength and low consumption, Often sold as slaves."

"Slave?" Locke opened his eyes wide and looked at the appraiser puzzled.

"Yes, slaves. They only need a little bit of moss for food, and this creature can move normally for a day," the appraiser said.

Although Locke only saw one battle between a caveman and a giant crocodile, he could feel that the caveman was at least the strength of a low-ranking servant. Even if someone wanted to capture them as slaves, it still seemed to be captured in pieces?

Locke didn't care about the future and destiny of non-native creatures. After thanking the middle-aged appraiser, he took his reward and went straight home.

What he did not know is that three days after he handed over this task, whether it was the mission hall of the Royal Academy of Princeton, or the reward list of other organizations, or in the black market, there were arrests at the same time. Caveman mission.

This strange, ugly, short stature of sub-human species seems to be the sweet and sour in the eyes of the major forces.