The Adventurer's Guild didn't have any quests to look for Tom, Dick, or Harry.
This was a place where people risked their lives in exchange for riches and honor. Even the lowest-level quests could earn them more than 10 Kindler Coins.
It was enough to feed a normal family for three years.
Søren didn't accept any quests. After proving his identity and receiving the badge of the Adventurer's Guild, he went straight to the City Hall. He needed to get himself and Vivian an identity certificate as free citizens, which cost about 15 Kindler Coins. Then, he would be considered a citizen of Amber City, officially turning from a pauper to a citizen. He would have relative freedom and could move around most of the kingdoms in the south if he didn't have to worry about the dangers in the wild.
However, he couldn't touch any quests yet.
In "Clash of the Titans", there was no such thing as farming monsters. The number of monsters in the wild was about the same as the number of humans. Once you cleared an area of Gnolls, there would be no traces of Gnolls for a long time until the Gnolls from other areas migrated over. Monsters wouldn't stand in a row and eat fruits with you. They would set up traps, ambush you, surround you, set up camps, and run away when the situation wasn't right.
There was once such a saying in a tavern.
"A newbie who hasn't fallen into a Kobold's trap, been surrounded by a group of Goblins, and been ambushed by Gnolls in the middle of the night won't have a complete adventuring career."
Behind this saying was a bloody price to pay.
Many newbies who had just leveled up to Tier 2 excitedly went out adventuring, only to lose their lives at the hands of the lowest-level monsters.
Can you imagine a group of monsters that didn't follow the rules? They attacked when they saw a lone player and ran when they saw a large group.
They knew how to take advantage of the environment. They could even make bombs, set up simple traps in the forest, investigate, ambush, beg for mercy, and cheat.
If you were unlucky.
Even among the Level 1 Kobolds, it was possible to meet a talented Dragon Disciple Warlock.
Even if they were only Level 5, they could still blast you to smithereens.
In the wild, complex and unpredictable situations, even the prideful Spellcasters didn't dare to think that they could deal with all the unexpected situations.
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As long as one had money, many problems would become simple.
Søren didn't have any trouble obtaining his identity as a freedman. As long as he didn't have a criminal record, the staff of the City hall would be able to help him with everything in half an hour and stamp it with the secret seal of the City Lord. They didn't care if Søren used to be a thief or not. They only cared about the shiny Kindler. Even if he had a criminal record, it could be easily erased!
The so-called freedmen were actually just people who spent money to buy an identity.
If you had more money, you could even buy the title of 'Honorary Citizen' through donations, just like the representatives.
Many of the leaders of the gangs were prominent figures in the city. Even if they didn't have the title of nobility, they would still have the title of 'honorary citizen'.
With the identity of an adventurer, things would be much easier!
Søren could directly purchase military weapons from the smithy. The price of these weapons was several times higher than normal weapons, and their quality was also higher.
The public sale of weapons was legal!
This was because ordinary people couldn't afford these weapons at all, and they wouldn't be willing to buy such expensive equipment.
A military-issue machete cost 15 Gold Derahls.
It was made with the folding and refining of steel, and it didn't have any extraordinary enchantments. It weighed about six pounds and was mixed with a certain amount of Black Steel.
This was the price of a standard weapon.
A military chainmail was made with the buckle process, and it weighed about 15 pounds. It also didn't have any extraordinary enchantments, and it cost 80 Kindler, which was equivalent to the entire fortune of an ordinary citizen.
The price of a standard building in the outer district of Amber City was currently around 30 to 50 Kindler!
As for the more advanced plate armor and full-body plate armor, it was something that many warriors had worked hard to obtain for a long time. It was more expensive than many extraordinary equipment.
A full-body plate armor cost 1,500 to 2,000 Kindler!
Currently, only the nobles (lesser lords) could equip themselves with such armor. Even many high-grade adventurers couldn't afford it.
Such plate armor could be exchanged for a small farm of about 150 acres.
After Søren finished his business, he had spent half a day. He still had nearly 100 Kindler left in his pocket. This was not a small fortune. If it was just an ordinary life, it would be enough for him and Vivian to live for more than ten years. However, Søren already had his own ideas, so he had to prepare some daily necessities and wilderness supplies.
Yes.
He planned to leave here.
According to his memory, the turmoil caused by the serial skinning incident was far more than this. The entire southern region would gradually be filled with war.
The safest place now was the Elven Kingdom.
At least that was the case before the ancient red dragon appeared. The Avatar Crisis couldn't be stopped at all!
If he didn't want to be obliterated like an ant, then the best way was to leave the turbulent area and accumulate strength in a relatively safe place.
Once upon a time.
About three million players directly interfered and joined the turbulent era of the Avatar Crisis.
At that time, the most powerful player among the players had a profession level of 18. It could be said that he was only half a step away from legendary, but he was still easily obliterated by those saints!
It was impossible to calculate how many people died.
Tens of millions of professionals were obliterated like chickens and dogs. This was not something that could be changed by human power.
Leave.
It was the wisest choice.
Søren still remembered how powerless he was when he fought against the Son of God. It was not a battle at all!
Only after entering the legendary realm could he really have the power to challenge divinity.
He entered the Elven Kingdom from the Forest of Dreams, and then turned to the Snow Kingdom, avoiding the most chaotic three years, waiting for the first batch of gods to fall.
At that time, the broken divinity would be obtained by many mortals. These mortals who had divinity but lacked power.
They would be the easiest targets to hunt!
This was the biggest opportunity in the turbulent years. Søren didn't grasp it before, but now he could start to plan in advance.
The Temple District.
When he went to the Temple of Dawn to pick up Vivian, Søren was also playing with the weapon he had just obtained.
He needed to familiarize himself with the weapon's length, weight, and feel to ensure that he could use it properly in battle. It was good that he had the Military Weapon Mastery ability, but the weight and feel of each weapon was different. Even if it was standard military equipment, there would still be some slight differences in it.
These were very important details, because fighting was a matter of life and death in an instant!
A row of data appeared in front of him:
Item Type: Military Machete
Item Grade: [Refined Weapon]
Item Description: A weapon made of folded forged steel. Whether in terms of toughness or strength, it is far superior to ordinary weapons. Only those blacksmiths with 150 Weapon Smithing skill and above can forge such equipment.
Requirements: 10 Strength or above.
Effects: Black Steel Trait, + 1 Sharpness.
Strictly speaking.
This machete was somewhat enchanted because it had a 'Black Steel Trait', which meant that it had a certain degree of strength. In the process of battle, the weapon would not be easily damaged, and it could withstand a lot of slashing attacks. As for the + 1 Sharpness at the back, it was an attribute of a refined weapon, which could easily penetrate some leather armor.
When Søren arrived at the Dawnlight Shrine, he realized that the atmosphere inside was unusually solemn.
Pastor Phil was conducting a funeral for a shrine guard. Five heavily armored warriors stood around him with solemn expressions, their hands holding onto their swords as they stabbed into the ground. Their mottled cloaks were still stained with dried blood. When the pastor finished his last prayer, they knelt on one knee on the ground. Their armor made a clanking sound as they looked forward and solemnly said, "Go forward courageously, do not fear the strong."
"Protect the weak, uphold justice."
"Treat others humbly, be honest and loyal."
"My beloved, be loyal and unswerving."
"Brave and righteous, rather die than submit."
"In the name of God, I swear to show my sincerity."
The powerful words of the vow echoed in the shrine. Pastor Phil slowly closed the eyes of the deceased. This was a Paladin of the Dawnlight Shrine. His hands were holding onto the hilt of his sword in front of his chest. He was wearing a neat set of armor. Although the bloodstains had been wiped clean, there were still many traces of battle left behind. The coffin was very simple. There were no flowers or decorations. The only things buried with him were his armor and weapons.
Armor and weapons were a warrior's second life. These equipment that had accompanied him in battle would be buried with him.
"May his soul enter the kingdom of the Dawnlight Shrine as soon as possible!"
Pastor Phil raised his hand and sprinkled some holy water. As the pastor prayed, a ray of holy light shone from the shrine. This meant that the Dawnlight Shrine knew that a brave believer had died in battle. His emissary would guide this warrior's soul into the kingdom of God. There, the warrior's soul would be reborn. The purer the soul, the more powerful it would be in the kingdom of God.
"The Descent of Holy Light?"
"Looks like he was very determined when he was alive. After the kingdom of God was reborn, he wasn't just a petitioner."
Søren looked around and quickly found Vivian's small figure. She was standing behind the priestess, silently watching the simple but solemn funeral.
The nature of a warrior determined that they would always be on the frontlines!
They were the group of people who were most likely to die in battle.
Therefore, no matter how strong they were, one should always respect those who were loyal to their mission and used their bodies to protect their comrades.
Søren bowed slightly to pay his respects!
This was a valiant warrior. His tattered armor represented the glory of a warrior!
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(PS: Two updates will be released at the same time. It'll be more enjoyable if you read it at the same time. However, the click-through rate of the book isn't high. If you want to read it later, I won't release it.)
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