The Unemployed Demon Lord

"That's right, it's the realm of understanding the nature of power..." Old Taylor nodded, and continued to speak slowly in an old voice, "You also know that people who have the talent for practicing magic and fighting spirit are all working hard on the road of pursuing strength. Running, but the final achievement is completely different, excluding the reasons for talent and hard work, the rest is the difference in realm.”

Uncle Carl didn't speak, but looked at his father half-understanding, hoping to get a way to become stronger.

"Merlin gives the impression to the surroundings that he is an ordinary person doing nothing, taking everything lightly and indulging in life." Old Taylor paused, feeling that he had discovered Merlin's powerful secret, and said seriously, "Perhaps it is because of this It is the transcendent realm that makes Merlin so powerful, far surpassing our forerunners."

"emmmmmm..." Uncle Carl didn't speak, thinking that no matter how you look at it, he is just a piece of trash waiting to die?Being so lazy, I'm afraid it will become weaker and weaker, right?

"What do you mean by that suspicious look in your eyes?" Old Taylor's eyes were not angry and arrogant, and he felt that it was embarrassing to be questioned by his son.

"No...it's nothing..." Uncle Carl had a weird look on his face, thinking in shame, if you believe the old man's words, it will be a ghost, okay? !

"Hmph!" Old Taylor snorted coldly, and continued, "Brat, I don't know you yet? You must think I'm talking nonsense, right? Now I can only see Merlin's state of life. As for the deeper things, I don't know. Further research is needed.”

The embarrassing expression froze on Uncle Carl's face, thinking what needs to be studied further, is it because the old man himself can hardly believe some nonsense about indulgent life?

"Speaking of the old man, where did this Merlin come from? A guy with such strength should not be an unknown person, let alone be a black iron adventurer willingly."

"Alice brought it back from outside. As for Merlin's background, it's not convenient for me to inquire about it." Old Taylor said leisurely.

"What a mysterious guy, he just appeared out of thin air..." Uncle Karl stroked the beard on his chin. "It's no wonder Alice chose to be with Merlin. I finally understand now. At first glance, the two of them are actually a good match. Sure enough, young people are very energetic..."

Old Taylor's expression was a bit unnatural, and it seemed that he was the culprit. Before they became couple adventurers, Merlin and Alice were almost quarreling?

"But old man, don't you think about raising Merlin's adventurer level? In my opinion, Merlin is more than enough to become a Mithril adventurer." Uncle Carl said seriously, and he didn't have any grudges about Merlin knocking him out, but I chose to be relieved. After all, they are all guild adventurers, and they are likely to become partners in coordinating missions in the future.

"I have considered this, but the rules of the guild are not my decision. The right to speak lies with the headquarters. Even if I propose to raise the Merlin adventurer level, it will be rejected soon." Old Taylor showed a helpless look and continued. Said, "You also know that a person like Merlin who has no magic power and fighting spirit will not be recognized by the headquarters. Maybe I can only use some private methods, but the time is not ripe now, and Merlin has not yet let the adventurer headquarters The prestige that is taken seriously..."

"I see..." Uncle Karl nodded, expressing his understanding. After all, Merlin with a strong body is really a different kind. There has never been such a precedent for adventurers in the entire world. It is normal not to be recognized. "It feels like Merlin is fighting me. I haven't used my full strength yet, and the wooden knife is very proficient, the attack angle is tricky, and it exudes a fierce aura, comparable to those old swordsmanship masters. With Merlin's powerful combat power joining our guild, it will definitely strengthen our guild We may have the ability to fight against the oppression of some big guilds, but it's a pity that Merlin is too unknown, what a pity..."

"Don't worry too much about this kind of thing..." Old Taylor paused, looked at Uncle Carl and said with a smile

"Have you forgotten the Adventurer Tournament held every four years?"

"This grand gathering of adventurers is the turning point of Merlin's rise..."

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Chapter 24: Meeting

"Adventurer Tournament..."

Uncle Carl murmured, thought about it for a while, and thought it was very feasible.

The Adventurer Tournament is generally a grand event held in rotation in the human kingdom, held every four years.

As long as you are an adventurer registered at the headquarters, you can participate, regardless of the country, without any restrictions.

Even a black iron adventurer can challenge Mithril and even Zijin adventurers with dignity.

Of course, all of this must be based on mutual consent, after all, no one will advocate this kind of death-seeking behavior.

This kind of competition is a stage for adventurers to show themselves, and it is also a ranking battle between guilds, involving many interests.

During the game, bigwigs from all walks of life will come to watch the game, and all human countries will also broadcast live broadcasts of all games, which is the biggest event for all mankind.

Adventurers can use this stage to become famous and become a popular star adventurer, gaining both fame and fortune.

After all, apart from their class, adventurers' income is the biggest booster is fame, and it is difficult for adventurers without fame to receive big tasks.

As for guilds, they are also winners. Competitive competitions are a reshuffling of all guilds. Ranking at the top will naturally get a lot of preferential treatment and increase their popularity.

For example, if the adventurer guild in Wrexham ranks among the top three, who would dare to call them cross-eyed adventurers?

Uncle Karl nodded, feeling that with the addition of Merlin's super strength, the next Adventurer Tournament can be fought.

"It is indeed possible. Even if Merlin is a black iron adventurer, he still has the ability to beheaded in the competition."

"Merlin's joining is good news for us, maybe the next competition will help us get rid of the notoriety of cross-eyed adventurers..." Old Taylor said, stroking his white beard.

"Yeah, if you're lucky, you might be able to make it to the top 16. Thinking about the defeat in the last round, I'm really not reconciled." Uncle Carl said with a sigh.

"This is something that can't be helped. If you don't count me, the entire guild only has you and Tony, two holy-rank powerhouses. It is still a bit too difficult to reach the top 16." Old Taylor said leisurely, but he didn't give his son too much attention. Great pressure, "But it's different now, with Merlin joining, there shouldn't be any problem in the top 16."

squeak

The door of the room was opened, and Rukia walked in angrily.

"What are you two doing? Why don't you go down to dinner?"

"Ahem..." Old Taylor coughed a few times, a little embarrassed.

"Really, I know you haven't seen each other for a long time, but you can't just chat here without eating, right?" Rukia pinched her waist, as if she had become the master of the family, "And you, grandpa, you can have lunch every afternoon." Staying here with my father without eating, as an elderly person, I have some self-knowledge.”

"Eh?" Uncle Carl looked at Old Taylor in surprise, wondering if his father had been here all day to take care of him?What an honest old man...

Old Taylor felt a little embarrassed, so he could only cover up and say, "I just have nowhere to go, I just rest here."

Rukia was too lazy to argue with grandpa, and turned to look at her father, "Dad, you are enough, you are all uncles, why are you recruiting people to fight everywhere? Who knocked you unconscious?!"

"This... it's just a discussion with an old friend..." Carl thought embarrassingly as a waterfall and black line appeared on his forehead.

Being blown away by a newcomer is too embarrassing in front of her daughter.

For the sake of my dignity as a father, it's better not to admit it...

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Time flies, two months later

A remote town in the Night Empire, located in Wales.

This place is far away from the core city, without the prosperity as imagined, and full of shabby feelings everywhere.

Weedy streets, houses rickety in the wind, and church bell towers that are gray and dull.

The tinkling bells rang and immediately reverberated in the small town. A series of crows were amazed and squawked miserably.

This is the bell of sunset. Since this remote town is surrounded by mountains, the town has been plunged into the darkness of twilight long before sunset.

The residents returned home early, and the angry smoke and the flickering lights of thousands of houses in the dark seemed extraordinarily quiet.

The people who appeared on the street at this time were either homeless vagabonds, or lonely and drunk jobless vagrants. They hooked up and wandered in the deserted streets.

Of course, there are also people with various purposes, such as this

Knight Commander Franklin spent two months lurking in the black market, and after many inquiries, he finally contacted the person who praised the ghost.

He also fully explained his purpose, and he possessed what the ghostly praise urgently needed. As for the specific details, he hoped to meet their president, Swinburne, and have a detailed discussion face to face.

Franklin's request was finally answered after a long time, and Swinburne asked him to meet him in this small town, and at night.

The reason why Swinburne arranged to meet in such a remote place naturally had his own considerations.

Today's Hao Gui Zan is no longer as strong as it used to be. The members die and leave, and in the end there are only four pitiful people left.

Now it has been reduced to the danger of disbanding, and even maintaining it is a headache, and there are still many wolves, tigers and leopards standing by, trying to eat the former king.

The Dark Adventurers Guild is so ruthless, without any rules and regulations, fists are the last word, and everything follows the basic law of the jungle.

Being weak, it is understandable to be swallowed by other dark guilds abruptly. Even Haogui Lizan is now facing this kind of internal and external troubles.

The forces of various countries are suppressing and suppressing the siege, and there are other dark guilds stalking inside. There is very little room left for the ghosts and praises to survive.

Therefore, as the acting president, Swinburne must be careful and never allow any accidents to happen to him.

It would be safer to choose to meet in a remote place. If the people who came were imperial pursuers, or other predators of the dark guild, Swinburne could escape quickly.

How can a guy who can maintain the dilapidated guild be a fool?

However, there is still a turning point for the immediate difficulties. As long as Swinburne revives his father Palmer, he will regain control of the right to speak, and it is not impossible to return to the former peak again.

That's why Swinburne would rather risk being eaten than to meet Franklin.

Franklin was wearing a black robe, completely concealing his identity as a Bauhinia Knight, for fear that anyone would find out.

I have the queen's top-secret mission on me, so I have to be careful.

If it is revealed, the entire image of the royal family will be subverted and the empire will be plunged into crisis.

Franklin knew that he would face the leader of the Dark Guild next, so he was also very vigilant not to be bitten by the tiger in turn.

Holding the wrapped code of the former kingdom, he walked through the street, turned a few corners, and immediately saw a dilapidated coffee house called "Siluo Riverside"

Shoddy decor, cheap trinkets in old windows, shop sign wobbling and squeaking on door

"It's here..."

Chapter 24: Monthly Ticket Addition

Franklin was about to take a step towards the agreed coffee house.

As a result, a drunken homeless man rushed over, reeking of alcohol.

"Wine... drink..."

"Tsk!"

Without hesitation, Franklin punched the drunk man in the face, causing him to lie on the road with a scream, with several front teeth knocked out.

Now is an extraordinary time for Franklin, and he cannot be entangled in other things.

Especially Franklin, as one of the three knight commanders of the knight order, is very famous and might be recognized by others.

In order to avoid this from happening, he had to rule out all risks, and he would unceremoniously use Thunder's methods.

Franklin straightened his black robe and lowered his hat so that no one else could see his true face.

Then kick off the limp homeless man and go straight to the coffee shop.

Jingle Bell

Franklin opened the door and went in, only to find that there was only one person in the corner, and it seemed that even the owner of the coffee shop was not there.

In fact, this place has long been taken over by Swinburne. Since there are important matters to be discussed, it is natural that there are as few idlers as possible.

The only man in the shop had short red hair, which was meticulously stroked up to reveal his forehead.

He was wearing elegant clothes, the workmanship was very fine, and even the buttons had fine patterns.

He looks younger than 30 years old, but there is a mature sense of vicissitudes between his brows.