In the dim bar room, except for the magic crystals flashing on the bar counter, only a few luminous mushroom pot plants in the corner emitted a pale blue light.

The bar is very quiet, which is in a strong contrast with the noisy shouts and roars outside the door. This quietness is different from the deep depression of the underground world. It gives people a more pleasant feeling of relaxation.

There are neat tables and chairs in this not-so-spacious bar room, but there are not many people who enjoy the tranquility here.

"Hey, have you heard that? The black dragon has gone to the town where the dark elves are raging again. It's so cool!" At this time, a troll dressed in a hunter lay on the table, leaning forward slightly, and muttering to a gentle goblin opposite.

"I know this." A goblin wearing a fancy coat and a wide-brimmed hat, slowly put down the wine glass in his hand, reached out and gently stroked the tentacles of the displacement beast sewn on both sides of the hat crown, sighed and said slowly: "It's a pity that the batch of goods I just bought is to be cheaper than the crazy black dragon."

"Where did you escape?" The troll hunter took a sip of the orange wine in the glass goblet with a very funny and elegant movement, and then smashed his mouth vulgarly, looking at the goblin in confusion.

"Yes, fortunately, I bought a new sturdy mount in the slave market recently, or I would have been turned into ashes by flames."

The goblin subconsciously turned around and looked at the back of the bar. An ogre waiter who was carefully wiping the wine glass with his palm like a palm fan, said with gratitude.

"Flame? Didn't the black dragon spray strong sour?" The troll hunter raised his wine glass and paused.

"Who knows, maybe it's a companion of the Black Dragon. It's a shocking fireball that looks big in the basin. If it weren't for my ogre mount, I usually had good food and ran fast, and I would have been almost sealed by the fire wall."

The goblin thought of the howling fireball, and the blue wine in the wine glass rippled, and suddenly he showed a gloating expression and said excitedly:

"The mistress of the Wanrued family was tragic. She was first submerged by the flames of the fireball explosion. Then the black dragon took the opportunity to kill him with one move, slapped him away and fell into a floating state. Before he could land, he was penetrated by a flame arrow in his chest. Good guy, this set of combos is connected, and he instantly taught her to be a human being."

"This is obviously the black dragon raising them as pigs. I heard from the locals that the black dragon will come to rage every three or five years. The Black Skin Council of the Rizm Royal City doesn't know what it thinks. I like to be raised as pigs so much. Is this their abused nature?"

The troll hunter gently swayed the orange liquid in the glass goblet, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his hideous mouth.

"Unless it is a legendary team, how could a dragon be so easy to kill?" The goblin turned his head and looked at the counter and smiled:

"However, this black dragon is quite interesting. I heard that once the black skin of the Rizm King City did launch a large-scale dragon slaying operation. Who would have thought that it was an adult black dragon that could hide its strength, and then the black dragon gave it a song to cool down.

I haven’t been planning any conspiracy recently, but the towns at the outpost were destroyed. The people lurking into the ruins have not yet come back. I’m afraid it’s a tragedy again.”

"Isn't it right?" As he said, the goblin was shocked and said to himself in confusion: "Judged by the size of the black dragon, the black dragon that attacked the town yesterday was at least in his prime. Could it be that this black dragon is still hiding its strength?"

At this time, as the bar door opened and closed, the wind chimes on the door curtain made a crisp sound.

The guests at the bar were all staring at the two figures entering the door.

"Hey, don't you often go to the surface to sway? Look at the identity of the man next to the blond girl." The troll hunter looked at the door in surprise and whispered to the goblin.

"It's a half-elves. Judging from his clothes and dress, his profession should be...a ranger." The goblin retreated his gaze and muttered in a low voice: "It's interesting, a human, a half-elves, and two surface races, how did they come here?"

At the same time, a woman named Zhuoer, leaning against a recliner behind the counter, was also standing up.

She gracefully clamped a slender pipe with one hand and wrapped the other around her chest. She leaned her body halfway beside the counter. She looked at the blonde girl at the door, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Little Lily, I finally have time to see my sister."

"Sister Hong, hello, the old rules, the most expensive wine here, two glasses of scarlet blood." The blonde girl waved her hand, greeted the bar female boss happily, glanced at the ranger beside her, and said with a smile.

"I don't drink alcohol, do I have juice? If not, then just have a glass of boiled water."

The ranger beside the blonde girl frowned slightly, then stretched out, looking at the Drow elf in a bright red evening dress inside the counter, and squeezed out a smile.

"He is... your... knight?" The Drow Elf ignored the Ranger, paused for a moment, and looked at the blonde girl in front of her with a smile.

"His name is Thorne, a half-elf ranger from the surface, and is temporarily my friend." The blonde girl pointed to the ranger beside her and introduced with a smile.

"Hello, the little ranger from...the surface..., welcome to the lighthouse town, just like the sign you see, my name is Katerina, or you can also call me Sister Hong like Lily." The bar owner smiled gracefully at Thorne.

However, when she mentioned the surface, she looked obviously dazed, and a faint sadness flashed away.

Thorne nodded calmly, and directly ignored the beauty of Drow who was smiling like a fox in front of him. He gently touched Sigrit's arm and gestured to the other party to walk towards the seat.

As Sigrit and Thorne sat down, the customers in the bar also looked away from Thorne and began to talk in a low voice.

Obviously, I was surprised that the bar owner knew the girl, and was surprised that the surface ranger wandering in the dark.

"She is a player of the same period as you?" Thorne sat on the chair, looked at the girl in front of him, and used telepathy to convey his doubts.

"That's right, Sister Hong is a quasi-legendary warlock who has always settled in this lighthouse town. As long as you don't kill and set fire here, you can guarantee your absolute safety.

Moreover, this underground bar is exclusive to our players, and the indigenous residents will be directly blocked by the ban set at the door.

The master of swordsman is also hiding in this town. I will take you there later." Sigrit blinked his light green eyes at Thorne and responded with a smile.

"In four hundred years, the Legend of Destiny has not yet reached, isn't it a bit too much..." Thorne looked at the red figure shrouded in smoke in the counter in surprise.

After all, the gods killers already have the ability to challenge the gods, and they can instantly kill the gods with their hands. This is what he saw with his own eyes. Therefore, he expressed deep doubts about the strength of this bar female boss.

Then he looked around and looked at the scattered players and drinkers. He was surprised to find that in addition to the familiar races such as gray dwarfs, goblins, trolls and ogres, there was also an Octopus hiding in the corner drinking alone.

It turned out that all the weird players gathered in the underground world, Thorne couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Do you want to say that she is a bit too salty and too salty?" Sigrit chuckled, then sighed slightly:

"Except for our dragon clan who can sleep and increase its strength, almost all races of destiny legends need to find a path of their own destiny. However, Sister Hong has a knot that has not been untied, so she has been stagnant."

"Are you trapped by love?" Thorne suddenly remembered the trance and a faint sadness in his expression when the other party mentioned the surface, so he subconsciously guessed.

"I didn't expect you to see it." Sigley looked at Thorne unexpectedly, was silent for a moment, and then said:

"I am a Drow sword master named Ward. He is said to be on an adventure to the surface, and then he returns to the surface and is... too... missing."

"Dark Elf? Ward?" Hearing the familiar name, Thorne held his forehead and pondered.

Siglit noticed Thorne's strange expression and blinked a pair of light green eyes and stared at the other person quietly.

"Is it him?"

Thorne whispered to himself that he had met a man who called himself Ward in the ruins of Taran Village.

Although the other party was covered with a cloak, he could still tell that he was a male drow elf. Before leaving, he inexplicably gave him a book about wandering swordsmen.

"Do you know him?" Sigrit subconsciously looked at the counter and blurted out.

"I don't know this because I'm not sure if it's the same person." Thorne shook his head slightly and said, "I only know that his name is Ward, and he is also a drow elf."

As for the other party's identity, it is more like the personal guard of the young master of Winter City, which is not very consistent with his strength as a player.

Could it be that guy's heart is not opened?

Thorne glanced at the counter and couldn't help but maliciously guess the story behind the infatuated man and resentful woman.

"Or...you go over and verify?" Sigrit paused and made a eager expression.

"It's not good to do this. After all, feelings depend on your own wishes. If the other party doesn't want to meet, wouldn't it be embarrassing? So it's better for outsiders not to intervene."

Although Thorne doesn't understand the relationship between men and women, he also understands the general meaning of the word fate.

It would be fine if a man and a woman had a good relationship. If the other party's memory is deepened, it would be too embarrassing. So if he was beaten to death, he would not make a guest appearance in such a matchmaker position.

If both sides really have each other in their hearts, why not wait for hundreds of years to meet?

"It seems like you understand it very much." Sigrit nodded, suddenly blinked at Thorne, and asked curiously: "Then how did you and Andrea meet each other? Are you chasing her? Or are she chasing you?"

"...You don't have to worry about this. What do you know, little kid?" Thorne paused, noticed the other party's meaningful gaze, and was too lazy to answer this question.

"Hello, two friends from the surface, please disturb me, can I sit here?" At this time, a slow voice interrupted the conversation between the two.

"Please." Thorne looked at the dressed goblin and nodded.

This is a male goblin player. Seeing this gentle-looking goblin, Thorne couldn't help but think of the goblin wizard Malvisha, because the other party was studying how to grow a small goblin of high quality.

"I'll introduce myself. My name is Charlotte, a businessman wandering underground and on the surface." The goblin businessman pulled open his chair and jumped flexibly, and introduced himself first.

"Do you still know Ma Dongmei?" Sigrit's eyes lit up when he heard the name and laughed out loud: "Do you have a lot of worries?"

“…”

Feeling the eyes of all the drinkers coming here, as if looking at them like fools, Thorne subconsciously moved the chair and set a distance away from the girl who likes to tease.

"Although I don't quite understand what horses mean, but you are right, this little girl, I have a lot of worries. People in this bar like to call it "Trouble Merchant."

The goblin merchant was obviously used to it. He smiled slightly, didn't care about the other party's teasing, and said calmly.

"So your full name is: Charlotte's troubled businessman, right?" Sigrit said again.

"Then are you doing something?" Thorne glared at the girl, and saw her shut up obediently, then asked straight to the goblin merchant.

"I am the owner of the Goblin Caravan. As a businessman, I am in business. If you have anything you want to buy or something good to buy, you can contact me." The goblin merchant slowly explained his purpose.

"But why do I think of the four words "Gogloss and Prodigal Merchant" when I see you?" Sigrit held his cheeks with both hands, leaned his elbows on the table, showing a innocent smile that belongs to the girl.

"Little girl, you're serious. At least among our players, my reputation can be guaranteed." The goblin merchant nodded and smiled at the girl, and turned his eyes to Thorne:

"Mr. Ranger, I can tell you clearly that there is almost nothing I can't do within the sphere of influence of the Rizm Royal City."

"Is that?" Thorne's doubt seemed to be asking himself, then he was silent for a moment and expressed his request: "I need about a kilogram of pearl steel. Can you collect it for me?"

"Pearl Steel? I know that this material is a metal that emits blue and white radiance. It will only have a certain chance of discovering it near the sea crater. It is regarded as the highest reward by all sea racial races and is a relatively precious forging material."

The goblin merchant looked at Thorne in surprise and said with a smile: "I didn't expect this Ranger to have such a big appetite. Could it be that I really met a big customer today?"

"Just tell me if I can get it." Thorne didn't want to talk too much with the other party, and said directly: "As for how many gold coins are needed, I'm still quite clear in my heart, and don't worry, I can fully afford it."

Pearl steel, as the goblin merchant said, is a metal material from undersea volcanoes.

Since he needed to forge weapons, he specifically asked about Malvesa, and the other party's advice to him was pearl steel. Only when this material is fused with Aurora color steel can it achieve its greatest value.
Chapter completed!