Treasure?

When Barrett heard the word, his brain just felt amused, but his heart was still beating continuously. It's as if something, although you know it's fake, still hugs it to sleep every day; someone you know you'll never get, but you still call her "wife".

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In short, the word 'treasure' has an irresistible temptation for most adventurers. This kind of temptation is innate, and is inseparable from the nature of the adventurer's profession, and Barrett cannot be excluded.

"You mean, there is treasure here?" The barbarian adventurer blurted out subconsciously.

"It seems that you don't know, that's good!" The little dwarf mage breathed a sigh of relief, "I just didn't expect such a remote and closed place to be visited by outsiders."

"I'm just a passerby," Barrett explained. "Following the footsteps of a wild deer, I came here. I want to have it for dinner, but now it seems that I can't use it." He secretly probed the other side. , "What's more, aren't you here too? Since you can come, why can't I?"

"Hmph, you still want to talk out of my mouth? Big man, I won't tell you anything!" The dwarf mage lifted the outer rim of his pointed hat and tilted his head back, revealing it to Barrett. With a disdainful smile, "Even if I tell you, I'm here to find treasure; even if I tell you, there is a treasure hidden here, a treasure of a certain high-level mage during the Magic Empire period. Even if I tell you What can you do with these? Hmph, you can't even touch the edge of the treasure!"

He kept his comical appearance, "Without a map of the treasure's location, no spell to open the door, and no special key, it's up to you, a Nord barbarian who doesn't know anything, who wants to get the wealth left by the Imperial Mage. , hum, wishful thinking!"

This guy seems to have a big mouth and can't hide the secret in his heart.

"I don't think so." Barrett said a little against his will, "because the nonsense you said is not true! Treasure? Left by the imperial mage? Tsk tsk, if there is, the archmage in the magic association. Don't we know? Can we wait until you are an outsider to find out?"

Our barbarian, imitating the expression of a dwarf, showed a disdainful smile, "Hey, I once had a friend who was always a big talker. This man once told me that once he drank too much rye beer and his head was stunned. Too sober, on the way home from the tavern, he accidentally killed a dragon, and he killed an adult black dragon. This person swore at the time that although the black dragon was flying in the air and kept spitting dragons at him But he killed the black dragon with only three swords - the first cut off the black dragon's wings, the second cut off the black dragon's claws, and the third cut off the black dragon's head. When I wanted to ask for more specific details, he told me that he drank too much at the time and couldn't remember very well. You don't think it's funny."

Barrett was obviously irritating the other party with words, which was very naive, but the other party seemed to be eating this way.

"You, do you think that I, the great gnome mage, Theodore Flash Gold, are talking nonsense like a drunkard?" I want you to see how good I am!"

"Hey, what do you want?" Barrett was taken aback. He didn't expect that under the slight stimulation of his words, the other party did not say more information, but seemed to intend to deal with him directly.

Barrett asked himself that there was nothing too outrageous in his words, and "speaking big" was not a serious irony at all, which is not even a derogatory term among adventurers. Aren't gnomes supposed to be optimistic, cheerful, humorous, and joking, and why aren't all I've come across?

He put his hand on the hilt of the sword subconsciously, and took a few steps back with a look on his face.

"See that tree next to you?" The gnome mage pointed at a tiny laurel tree on the edge of the island.

Barrett nodded suspiciously.

"Hmph, I want you to see, I, Theodore Shining Gold, even if not a human, can still be a master of magic!" the gnome mage shouted.

Then he clasped his staff in both hands, pointed at the laurel tree by the river, and uttered a long, snarky, lame incantation, "Ataha Saranosa Idolan Ferre Campri. Doon Gutari..."

Barrett has encountered a lot of mages, but this is the first time he has seen non-human mages.

When human mages cast their magic, it looks as easy as eating or drinking. Magic is like a well-behaved pet in the hands of those people. It comes and goes when it is called. Even if it is necessary to use spells occasionally, it is only a few simple syllables. But when the "Master of Magic" in front of him casts spells, it seems that this is not the case.

He saw that the little mage's face was flushed, and he didn't know whether it was because of anger or magic. And as the spell progressed, the mage's hands and feet began to tremble, and beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, as if he was overwhelmed.

"Isendeo!" The last word was shouted out by the dwarf mage in a shrill voice, which reminded Barrett of the hen in his hometown that had its neck cut open, splattering blood and running around all over the floor.

As Theodore Shining Gold screamed the last word, a thin flame ray suddenly shot from the top of the twisted wooden staff.

The orange-yellow rays hit the hapless laurel tree, ignited it, and burned it slowly.

The dwarf mage Theodore sat on the ground after releasing this "powerful" spell, ignoring that the purple cloak on his body was covered with mud. He was just panting hard, as if he was using all the rest of his body to breathe.

"Look, look, see..." The dwarf mage raised his finger tremblingly, pointing at the flaming laurel tree, "Magic, magic, law, splendor, power, strength!"

To be honest, a butter torch can do it easily. Barrett felt a little absurd.

"It's astonishing!" This is the truth, "but, it seems a little different from what I imagined." He considered his words and asked the doubts in his heart, "The mage I have met, when casting spells , It seems, I have never recited such a long spell..." I am not like you, tired like a dead dog.

Theodore stuck out a finger and interrupted Barrett, "Give, give, just a little while, just, just a little while." He lay on his back and closed his eyes, as if he was going to Get some sleep.

Some villagers gathered in the distance. They hid behind their houses and drying nets, and watched the two of them in whispers, their expressions a little terrified.

Barrett sighed, walked up to the burning laurel tree, took out his sword, held the hilt with both hands, cut the laurel tree with one sword, and then kicked the hapless little fire tree into the lake. .

The flames went out, and ashes rose from the floating charcoal.

"Since the magic net has been torn apart, casting spells has become extremely difficult." A weak voice came from behind, "and meditation is only suitable for human mages, who invented its Tara. Although Mage Xia Chuanqiang is great, he is a narrow-minded racist, hum." The mixed emotions in his voice alternated between reverence and disdain.

Barrett looked back, saw the dwarf mage leaning on his staff, and staggered to his feet.

"But I, Theodore Shining Gold, do not rely on magic nets or meditation techniques, and rely only on my genius ideas and unyielding perseverance, I can successfully release almost all spells of the second level and below~www .lightnovelpub.net~ The little mage stood up tremblingly, raised his head high, as if he was a giant, "It's just a little weaker. ' he added in a low voice.

This little guy has a lot of self-esteem.

"This is indeed a commendable thing." Barrett said sincerely, "but, whether you want to admit it or not, its role in combat is really limited. After all, the enemy will not stand in place all the time, so you can take it easy. I've been singing for the first half of the day." He looked the other party in the eyes, trying to be as friendly as possible, "and if there is more than one enemy, your weak state will also put you in a dangerous situation."

"Humph, if you cast a spell of the first or zero level, the chanting time will be greatly shortened," the gnome mage said stubbornly.

"But this doesn't prevent accidents from happening." Barrett shook his head. "The treasure of the mage will definitely be dangerous and abnormal, magical organs, traps, guarded steel golems and constructs, and captive monsters and monsters. , elemental creatures, etc. You are a powerful mage..." He held back his smile, "You should also know that mage's thoughts are always strange and unpredictable, so when looking for treasures, Something else unexpected is bound to happen.”

"I still have a few magic accessories. As long as they are stimulated by magic, they can be used quickly." Theodore Shining Gold's voice was weaker, and his expression was not so conflicted. I don't know if it was Barrett's example that convinced him. He, or the "powerful mage" flattery satisfied him.

"You need to know that adventure sometimes requires a partner, and finding treasure is even more so. Trust me, at this time, you need a good partner." Barrett said softly, "And I am the best at being someone else's. partner."

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