You call this a shield?

"Our quarrel is limited to discussing the matter on the task." Meryl glanced at her companion with a fierce look: "Don't insult others."

"She was originally a half-elf..."

A male elf muttered.

"A half-elf is an elf."

Meryl squinted at the past, and immediately silenced the male elf.

And Shield, who had left the gate of the Adventurer's Guild at this time, was staring at the moving white dot on the map panel.Although there are many white spots, his eyes have been firmly locked on it since just now.

Tracking or something... is more tiring than he imagined.

"It would be great if there is a marking function... Oh no, have I tried marking?"

Sheld was taken aback for a moment, and tentatively pointed his finger on the white dot in his vision.

Immediately, the white dot was surrounded by a layer of bright yellow light.

"Shall I wipe it?" Sheld slapped his forehead: "I'm careless, I have this function, I have never discovered it!"

Volume 42 A New Beginning: Chapter 41 Chapter [-] Huh?

Sheld needs to reiterate that he doesn't stalk people because of his looks or any other weird reason.

As far as crime is concerned, I really want to do some bestial deeds. Not to mention the elves everywhere here, there are many people with low attributes.And this is just a bad idea, I really want to do something to vent, money transactions are always the safest.

After all, some industries in this world are completely compliant.

and so……

"Clang!"

In the strange expression of Neveu biting the hard bread and staring at his eyes, Sheld moved all kinds of dishes from the next table one by one.

"Eating bread alone cannot keep up with nutrition."

Sheld thought he was very kind and smiled: "I invite you."

Well, it's really like hitting on a conversation.In fact, Sheld's toes were already buckling through the soles of his shoes at this time. In his previous life, he hadn't even tried to strike up a conversation with a size VX, so it was quite difficult to invite someone to dinner when he came up.

He thought that the other party would politely refuse, or he might get up and leave, or even get angry.

But I never expected that the female sword master in front of me had no reservations at all. As soon as he said "I invite you", the other party was like a hungry dog ​​scrambling for food on the street.

This made Sheld swallow the set of rhetoric he had prepared.

"It shouldn't be..."

The products of the elves are quite rich. He, Sheld, has been in the wild for so many days, and he can show his fullness with dazzling fruits. Why do these girls feel like they have been hungry for several days?

However, when Shield took a closer look at the battle situation on the scene, he discovered the clue.

He ordered "mushroom stew", "fruit and vegetable stew", "roasted miscellaneous", "fried steak", "vegetable and vegetable stew".

Regardless of whether it is a pure meat dish or a combination of meat and vegetables, the meat in it is almost finished, and the representative "vegetable and fruit stew" among the vegetarian dishes is not touched at all.

Pure meat.

That is to say, I am usually full, but I don’t eat much meat, is that right?

Sheld just watched Neveu clean up all the meat, until the other party felt a little full, and then slowly introduced himself: "My name is Sheld King, an adventurer."

"Neveu Thord."

"Do you have any task to entrust me?"

Neveu burped: "Issuing missions across the Adventurer's Guild is usually not visible, I know the situation depends."

Shield: "..."

Obviously he is also an adventurer, well, why did he suddenly become the mission issuer.

"No, no, I don't have any tasks for you to do."

"Then why did you invite me to dinner?"

Neveu looked helpless: "Even if you want to strike up a conversation, wouldn't it be better to find someone who is more feminine?"

Grass!I can't talk anymore today.

Shield stirred the chowder in front of him, the only dish that hadn't been touched.

"I saw you at the Adventurer's Guild before."

"Escape in disgrace?"

"Almost, but I don't feel ashamed to say so."

If you have to say it, you will be broken.Sheld took out his small notebook: "There are some things I want to know about. Don't worry, your reaction to the half-elves is a bit big, but I don't have any special obsession or discrimination about race."

"You just think that I want to write a story on the journey and collect materials, and you can also think of it as my quirk."

"That is indeed a quirk."

Neveu stared at Sheard for a while, and after confirming the situation in general—slim arms and legs, not wearing any armor, better clothing fabrics, and a lot of money for meals, he looked like a rich family.

Which kid from a rich family has nothing to do when he comes out?

"For the sake of this meal, if you have anything to ask, just ask."

"Professionals, how do you know you are a professional?"

The first question that came up made Neveu a little confused.

"Is this common sense what you want to ask?"

Neveu's expression was strange: "Are you kidding me?"

"No no, you misunderstood. This is just a warm-up to get you into the state. Please answer seriously."

Sheld waved his hands again and again, telling the other party that he was a professional with serious eyes.

Well...he just doesn't know common sense. In Baishi Port, some things can be asked, but some things can't be asked. Of course, he can also choose to ask Atina.

But Sheld felt that it was more reliable to ask the professionals about the professionals.

"Professionals are born, but usually they don't show up in childhood, and they only know it after they become adults. As for the way to know it is very simple, go to bed on the night of an adult's birthday, and dream about some experiences in a dream."

"What experience?"

"Hmm..." Neveu held her chin and thought for a while: "It's like you have become another person? After all, most of you will forget about it when you wake up in the morning, but the information about your occupation has already been engraved in your mind, and then , just go to the Adventurer’s Guild for certification, it’s as simple as that.”

"Do you have strength, agility, intelligence, constitution?"

"What is that? Only the occupation name and rank, as well as skills."

"It's nothing."

It seems not.

There is no specific attribute panel, no quantification, and they explore it by themselves.Shield made a note in his notebook.

"Excuse me, what is the rank?"

"Usually we call it 'beyond level 1', 'beyond level 2' and so on. For example, I am beyond level 2."

Neveu probably really entered the state as Sheld said nonsense, and answered in detail: "As for how to improve your rank, I think it is probably exercise?"

"exercise?"

"Slaying monsters, fighting, in short, unconsciously, you will suddenly find that the information in your brain has changed." Neveu pointed to his head: "When I was fighting a monster, I killed it. Then suddenly, the level 1 transcendence in my mind became level 2."

"I see."

Sheld continued to write in the notebook: "There seems to be an invisible experience bar."

Then he hesitated for a while, and then added a parenthesis: "The experience bar seems to be very long!"

He thought he had killed a lot of monsters in the Demon Realm, although they were relatively weak, but the upgrade was really slow, except for his personal situation.As far as the professionals he saw, there wasn't even a level 5 professional.

"Okay, then let's talk about yourself."

Sheld took a deep breath, which was somewhat intrusive: "I heard it in the Adventurer's Guild, you can't pull out a weapon, or even have skills? Can't you use other weapons?"

"Indeed, it's no secret."

When Neveu said this, her face darkened a lot.

"Although I am indeed a professional, as they say, I may be the most useless professional. No matter how good my swordsmanship is, I can't even pull out a sword. I fight like a stick with a sword that I can't pull out. Smash—anyone with relatively strong strength can achieve a similar effect with a heavy weapon."

"Can't pull it out?"

"I can't pull it out."

Saying that, Neveu didn't shy away from it, and directly slapped the straight blade on the table, and pulled the hilt vigorously in front of Sheld.

Not moving.

It's like being stuck with glue.

Sheld frowned slightly. He didn't feel that the other party was acting. It was unnecessary. The veins on Neveu's neck burst out, obviously with the strength of breastfeeding.

"Can I try?"

"Please."

Sheld pulled it a little harder, um, it couldn't be pulled, not to mention it couldn't be pulled, it was even difficult to pick it up, as if it was sucked on the table.

"Bound magic equipment?"

Sheld understood this, and calmly dropped his investigative skills.

"investigation."

"Almi's saber, oops, I almost forgot the feeling of using a sword, this sword was used a long time ago, when exactly... forgot, hehe!"

"???"

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Volume 43 A New Beginning: Chapter 42 Chapter [-] The Trial of the Sword

Almi is a god, so Almi's sword is a sword used by God. In layman's terms, it is a divine weapon, no problem, right?

Sheld looked at the plain scabbard in front of him, and it looked a bit like a knife in appearance. Except for the feature that it couldn't be pulled out, it didn't look like an "artifact".

Well, the weapons used by gods that don't seem to be very reliable are probably not very reliable either.

"You can only use this weapon, this sword?"

"If there is no accident."

"But you were eating with a knife and fork just now..." Sheld touched his chin, pondering: "I mean, if the fork and the knife are sharp enough, they can also be used as weapons."

"really."

Neveu didn't deny it, but picked up the knife naturally, and...

"Fuck!"

The sudden electric spark was like some kind of special effect. Under Sheld's surprised eyes, the table knife was thrown out of Neveu's hand by some mysterious force, and stuck straight into the stool next to him.

Fortunately, there was no one sitting next to him.

Taking advantage of the store owner not paying attention and busy in the back kitchen, Sheld took the initiative to go over and pull out the knife.

"Just now I wanted to attack you with a knife, and that's it."

Neveu rubbed his aching hand: "In other words, as long as it's not used as a weapon, maybe? Its judgment range is very suitable for my use scene, but fortunately it didn't have any impact on my life."

"Um……"

Sheld has already figured something out. Neveuu's occupation may be a derived occupation just like his Aegis. This kind of weird occupation related to God will be subject to various restrictions. Then look for the answer professionally.

"investigation."

He turned his attention to Neveuu's skills.

Proficient in swordsmanship, there is nothing to say.

The following trial of the sword is the exclusive skill of the profession, just like Florence, as a saint, has poison immunity, and poison immunity is easy to understand literally.

This trial of the sword...