The crisp laughter seemed to have penetrated the silence of the forest.
But how could there be a third party in the forest? Brando and the Messenger of the Earth raised their heads at the same time. Only then did they realize that there was a short girl sitting on the tree. She was about 14 or 15 years old and had a pair of curly blonde ponytails. She cupped her round baby face with her hands and looked at them with interest. The girl's eyes were smiling, or rather, her emerald green eyes were filled with curiosity. She was dressed in the traditional leather attire of most adventurers, and she was shaking her leather boots.
"Mister Brendel, do you need any help?" She asked with a smile as she supported her face with one hand.
"Who are you?" Brando was stunned. The girl gave him a sense of familiarity. He narrowed his eyes.
"Aloz," the girl replied.
"Aloz?"
The Emissary of Earth let out a low roar, interrupting the conversation between the two. It was obviously displeased with the interruption of this uninvited guest, but it did not dare to act rashly because there was a trace of hidden danger on the other party. It raised its head, and its 140,000 pairs of eyes reflected the girl's existence. At the same time, it lowered its body slightly and assumed a cautious posture.
This action attracted Brando's attention.
"You're so annoying, interrupting me …" The little girl snorted softly. Then, she jumped down and a huge sword suddenly appeared in her hand. Without saying a word, she crossed her hands and swung the sword down. Ekman howled and jumped back. Its rocky forelimbs intertwined to meet the attack. However, with a crunching sound, the three layers of Rock Shields shattered like glass. Further down, the Rock Shields on the forelimbs shattered, and bronze blood spurted out from the cracks.
However, the sword did not stop there. It went through the incision and sliced off Ekman's forelimbs. Then, it struck its chest. With a loud bang, the greatsword sent Ekman flying.
At that moment, Brando was dumbfounded.
The series of actions from the beginning of the attack was completed in a flash, but the moment the girl landed on the ground, the ferocious Ekman was turned into a dead dog. [Wait, is that really the Messenger of the Earth?] [Why does it feel like it's even weaker than the lowest level Gray Wolves in Bucce?]
"You are … …" Before Brendel could finish his sentence, he was stunned to see the little girl tossing the sword like a toothpick towards the Acolyte of Earth. There was a loud bang, and the forest fell silent once more.
"…"
"What a disobedient kitten. You need to be taught a lesson." The little girl clapped her hands and turned around. Because she was much shorter than Brendel, she had to raise her head to look at the 'tall man'. "What do you want to ask, Mister Brendel?" She raised her golden eyebrows and asked mischievously.
"Um … Nothing. I have something to do..
Brando was not an idiot. Although it looked like he was the one who was' stolen ', he was not an idiot. First of all, he did not have the ability to kill the Messenger of the Earth, but it was possible to reverse the order. Secondly, this little girl looked like a violent person. Brendel knew that there were many perverted NPCs in the game, and even though most of them had peerless hidden quests, it was better not to provoke them.
After all, there was a chance to restart in the game, but not here. Thus, he quickly bid farewell to avoid getting himself into trouble.
Unfortunately, this trouble came knocking on his door.
"Wait," the little girl saw that Brendel was really going to leave and reached out to grab the corner of his shirt, but there was a tearing sound. She looked at the leather armor in her hand and stuck out her tongue: "I'm sorry, I think I used too much strength … …"
Brando had no choice but to throw the leather armor to the ground. He sighed and turned around to ask: "Do I know you, Miss Aloz?"
"Of course. You even accepted such a valuable gift from others."
"Wait, I don't understand. What gift?"
Aloz pointed at his backpack.
"You mean …"
The girl nodded.
Brando's face sank. The Golden Apple would not have entered his backpack for no reason. He already had his suspicions, but he did not have a suspect. He even suspected Roman's aunt whom he had never met before, especially after meeting the scholar Tulman. His suspicions towards the former increased day by day. But he never thought that it would be such a … little girl?
He looked at the girl who was as playful as a doll and could not believe it.
"Do you know what it is?"
"A Fairy's Apple. Is it that rare?"
As expected.
"So you were also in that place?"
"Aiyaya, Mr. Brando, you are so suspicious of me! Of course I know that place, the Valley of the Saints. You humans call that place the Legacy of the King, right? "
You humans, Brando caught the word. But he had basically believed the little girl's words. When he was in the Valley of the Saints, even he himself did not know that he had such an item in his backpack. So Aloz's words were at least 90% credible.
"Then, why did you give me this?" Brando thought for a moment, opened his backpack and took out the golden apple. He held the apple in his hand and asked the question that had been on his mind for a long time. The Golden Apple was not an ordinary thing. In folklore, the Golden Apple came from the fruit of the Tree of Gold. Because it was born from the water of the River of Fate, it also contained the power to change a person's fate. "I don't think I know you, Miss Aloz?"
The short girl snickered, her eyes curved into crescents, and said with a smile: "Of course there is a reason. Consider it a thank you gift."
"Thank you gift?"
Aloz nodded.
Brando was speechless: "Why do I feel like this is a big trouble."
"That's exactly why I want to thank you, Mr. Brando."
"So this time you saved me also to thank me?" [What kind of trouble is this? But I don't think I've done anything that offends the heavens.] He thought for a long time and could not figure it out, but Aloz did not look like she was lying to him. Or rather, there was no need to tease him with a Golden Apple.
A Golden Apple as a thank you gift, how big was this trouble? The young man could not help but feel a little gloomy for a moment.
"That's not it." Aloz shook her head, her pair of golden ponytails swinging playfully.
Brando looked at her.
"I have a question to ask you, but I haven't decided whether to ask or not. Because if I ask, I get the pleasure of the answer, but if I don't ask, I get the pleasure of guessing. So annoying, so contradictory. But if that naughty kitten kills you, won't I lose a kind of pleasure? "The short girl said to herself:" No way, no way! "
"So?"
"No, I've changed my mind. I've just thought about it, I've decided to ask you this question — "
[Damn, Ekman, you died for nothing!] [Why does it sound like 'I'm in a bad mood today, so I'm going to cause trouble for you —'? Why does it sound like those unreasonable Dragons that are unpopular everywhere in Vaunte?] [I'm not in a good mood today, so I'm going to cause trouble for you —]
But he could not help but ask: "If that's the case, then as you said, won't you lose the pleasure of guessing?"
"Didn't I say I changed my mind?"
"Well, what do you want to ask —"
Aloz pointed at the apple in his hand.
"Is it related to this?" Brando was stunned.
"Mr. Brando, you should know the value of this — the Fairy's Apple. Don't you want to eat it, Mr. Brando?"
Brando shook his head. His own plan was clear. But the girl's attitude made him suspicious. He could not help but look at the apple in his hand. Could it be a fake? Or was there some other mystery behind it? [I don't believe that there's such a thing as a free lunch.]
"Are you worried that I'm lying to you? Don't worry, I didn't put poison in it this time. I just added something interesting — "The short girl replied.
Brando broke out in cold sweat. He was glad that he was on his guard: "What is it?" He asked, but Aloz did not seem to want to answer. He saw her running to the side of the Earth Messenger's corpse and dragging it out. Just like that, she used one hand to grab the Earth Messenger's hind leg and dragged it out as if she was dragging a dead dog. She fiddled with the corpse for a while before throwing a longbow and muttering to herself: "Strange, why is the mana loss so great?"
"Damn it, don't touch the corpse you unlucky bastard!"
Brando could not help but scream in his mind. 'Mana loss' was a setting in the game. When the owner of the magic item died, the magic power of the magic item would dissipate along with the disappearance of the spirit traction. The magic equipment could also be damaged because of this. Therefore, when you kill a monster, you may not be able to obtain all the equipment on its body. As for how much you can obtain, it depends on luck.
Or to borrow a gaming term, it depends on how unlucky you are.
Brando used to be the unlucky bastard in the guild. Of course, there was someone who was even more unlucky than him, and that was his senior. Brando's own unlucky streak was built within the system, but he thought that his senior's unlucky streak was already beyond the system's halo. There were many times when she forcefully opened the corpse, but the result was that all of the magical items were lost. But things went south. Brando was unlucky, but at least he knew his own limits. His senior, on the other hand, was obsessed with opening corpses. It was as if her life's goal was to defeat the unlucky bastard.
But as the saying goes, fate is unbeatable. Thus, her challenge ended in a shameful failure.
But today, Brando once again witnessed the birth of another unlucky bastard who was almost as unlucky as him. This was a Level 55 Boss with Perfect Storyline. It was almost 30 levels higher than the corpse of a Boss with Perfect Storyline. The first item she got from the corpse was actually a bow. In fact, the Acolyte of Earth's loot list was only a bow.
It was a Brass grade Shale Longbow.
"Don't be like this … What happened to the strength of the mountains?!" Brando could not help but cry.
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