"Eating?" The mayor was dumbfounded for two seconds, and immediately changed his smile: "Oh, look at me. You must be exhausted after trekking on the mountain and fighting with the flying dragons with two feet. Of course, you must have a good meal first. , I’m still saying something messy here, really stupid, please come with me."

He turned around and led the way. Robb, Golda, Kik, and Xuelu followed behind. On both sides were all townspeople. They crowded to the mayor’s house. Everyone didn’t enter the house. A torch was set up directly in the middle of the yard, and a lot of tables were set up, and then a large amount of food was moved out, and it was soon set up as a banquet.

Everyone is happy for the success of the "harm". The people in these western towns are fairly simple, and they dance when they are happy. There are many men and women singing and dancing at the dinner table, and there is laughter everywhere. Several pairs of young people are still holding hands by Robb's table, spinning around the table and dancing...

Robb was really hungry. He picked up a roasted lamb leg, took a bite, and instantly felt "brain trembling", wipe it! What am i eating? What kind of weird taste is this? What **** roasting leg of lamb technique? The most unpalatable roast lamb restaurant he has ever eaten couldn't make such bad food.

Well, but forget it, anyway, I'm hungry, so I'll just have to eat.

As he ate, he thought: This is the food provided to me by the mayor. If I replace it with food bought by ordinary people in the future, it will be even more unpalatable. If I live here, I must cook by myself. Fortunately, My proficiency in all professions is full, and of course my chef skills are also full. Cooking is not a hassle. As long as you prepare the ingredients first, you can synthesize food with one skill.

The mayor took out a pocket and put it on the table.

Golda quickly opened his pocket, and there was a bag full of silver coins inside. Robb didn't count it, but there were three or four hundred of them by visual inspection, which seemed to be a considerable amount of money. A businessman came by and placed a large pile of silver coins on the table. He smiled and said, "Mr. Golda, that wyvern skin, if you don't need it, sell it to me."

Golda smiled and gave the merchant a punch: "You are cunning. You can buy it from me here for only two hundred silver coins. If you are in the capital of the holy capital, you may not be able to buy it for five hundred silver coins. Such a good elite double-footed flying dragon skin."

The businessman chuckled and said: "What I earn is hard money. To bring it to the capital of the saints, you have to take a lot of risks. There are countless monsters and levels along the way. You can carry it all the way. It would take much effort to go to the capital of the saints."

"Okay, I'll give it to you." Golda smiled and accepted the merchant's money, mixed with the remuneration from the mayor, and then he didn't count them one by one, but with his hands. I dialed it casually, and it was divided into four piles, one of which was relatively large, and the other three were relatively small.

He smiled and said, "Come here, one by one, take it! Mr. Robert, this pile of money belongs to you."

He pushed the biggest pile of money in front of Robb.

Robb looked at Golda again in his heart. This man is really sensible. This two-footed flying dragon was basically killed by him alone. Taking a big share is a matter of course, although Robb doesn’t Mind the small amount of money, if he really wants to make money with his ability, he can kill black dragons, golden dragons, and dragons of destruction every minute. The commission is not to say, just selling the dragon skins has to sell fortune...

It doesn't matter how much money he divides, but he likes to see Golda's attitude of dividing money. This is something a mature captain or a sensible person should consider.

Robb needs money to survive in this world, so he throws silver coins into the trouser pockets of his jeans unceremoniously. The trouser pockets on both sides and the trouser pockets behind the buttocks are bulging up and look weird. The shape of a T-shirt and jeans is pretty weird in this world, so no one cares about the money.

The mayor said: "Thank you again for the four people who have given us the help of Xifeng Town!"

Golda laughed loudly: "It's easy to say, next time you have to get rid of some monsters and come to me again." When he said this, he suddenly thought of something and smiled at the mayor: "However, what about your town in the future," I may not be able to use Luo."

The mayor wondered: "Why?"

Golda pointed to Robb: "Mr. Robert said that he had walked a long, long way. He was very tired and didn't want to go anymore. He wanted to find the nearest town to live in, so he followed us to Westwind Town. I think he will probably stay here. After that, if the town wants to eliminate any monsters, it will be our turn, haha!"

Hearing this, the mayor couldn't help being overjoyed, and turned around to look at Rob: "Dear Mr. Robert, would you like to find a place to live?"

"Yeah!" Robb said: "I'm tired of brushing, brushing is meaningless to me, now I just want to AFK quietly..."

Having said that, he found that all the people at the table were all dumbfounded, coughing dryly, and changed his mouth: "I have traveled too far and I am exhausted, and now I just want to find a green hill and water, away from the hustle and bustle of the world. A quiet place for a few years."

Everyone at the next table understands it!

The mayor’s thoughts turned quickly. This Mr. Robert looked very powerful. As long as he stays in the town, the town will be attacked by monsters. He can't help but protect his home. After that, the townspeople will be safe. Too much, no need to invite adventurers often.

He couldn't help but exclaimed: "That's great, just stay in Xifeng Town, here is a green hills and green waters..."

Robb spit out: "Green mountains and green waters? There are several mines at the entrance of Mingming Town, and the dug is soot."

Mayor: "Uh..."

This is very embarrassing, he hurriedly continued: "We are away from the hustle and bustle here, it is very peaceful and suitable for settlement."

Robb continued: "Obviously, monsters often come to make trouble, otherwise why do you ask adventurers to be so skilled in raising money? It's heartbreaking to be skilled."

Mayor: "Uh..."

Robb suddenly discovered that he had accidentally learned a hidden profession "Tucao", and the people who vomited were so happy and happily. He really likes to see others being spit out by himself.

The mayor was too much to complain about. At this time, he had to resort to his assassin. He hurriedly said: "Mr. Robert, there is a small church in this town, but the priest in the church went to the capital of the saints and never came back. Now The church is empty and empty. It just so happens that you are also the envoy of the God of Light. It would be best for you to manage the church. How do you think?

Yo! Robb thought to himself: The mayor did not want to ink with you, and lost a real estate to you. Well, I really have to jump on this pit. If you want to live a comfortable life, you must eat, wear, and live. These three conditions are indispensable. Now I have solved the accommodation directly. Comrade Mayor, you are very courageous. Well.

He spread his hands to the mayor: "Well, then I will stay here for the time being."

[Rob acquired a church]