Coming out of the 'Gear Heart', Barrett glanced up at the sky, then looked down at the newly bought pocket watch. One of the hands on the dial stops near the 'one', while the other, longer, points exactly to the 'three'. At 1:00 a.m., the sun was shining brightly.

The shop owner told him that, just like a living creature needs to eat, this pocket watch also needs to be wound regularly to ensure its stable operation, but the pocket watch does not need to "eat" every day, "eat" once a week. enough to make it energetic.

Through the exquisite hollow dial, Barrett can vaguely see that the gears inside it are operating in an orderly 'tick, tick', and the precise engagement and nesting of those gears makes Barrett feel a special Mechanical beauty.

The 'meat ball' suspected of being a flesh and blood golem was still standing on his shoulders as usual, and the little guy's two black eyes showed a simple and innocent look. The modron wanderer who left the mechanical realm in the shop told Barret a lot of speculation about this little guy, but he didn't quite understand most of it.

Our barbarian adventurer listened for a long time, and finally silently summed up those words into two points in his heart:

One of them is that the meat ball seems to be the product of an intermediate state in the process of the devil's promotion, transformed by special means; The words, "No matter what it used to be, but where the materials to make it come from, a construct is a construct, and the master's will will be greater than anything else."

Meatball asked weakly when he saw Barrett standing in silence. "Does the master dislike Joey?"

"No, I just want to know what you are, that's all," Barrett replied.

"Joey is Joey," Meatball repeated the answer it had said many times, "nothing else."

"Well, I see, let's go."

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Leaving from Crystal Spider Street, Barrett strolled towards the administrative district of Muya city-state. He is going to go to the garrison hall and find the garrison officer 'Julian' there to hand over his mission.

Barrett doesn't know whether his investigation task is complete or not. Although he has done his best in the whole incident, he went to **** and suffered a round of ordeal for this, but strictly speaking, he did not The investigation results were reported to the Magic Association in a timely manner, and they did not promptly deal with those humans who colluded with the devil, stifling the invasion in the bud.

But this is also something that can't be helped. When Barrett went to San Nino, the other party's preparations were nearing the end, and his immature investigation actions only slightly stimulated the other party's advancement speed, which was not conducive to the overall situation. and has no effect.

That guy Julian probably won't give him a reward, he probably won't. Remuneration, this is what Barrett is most concerned about right now.

When Barrett came to the garrison hall, his contact 'Julian Eisley' was not there. The barbarian waited for a while at a certain resting place according to the guidance of the guard, and then the guy ran back impatiently.

The almost never sloppy vigilante welcomed Manzi into his room, "You look pretty good." He patted Manzi on the shoulder enthusiastically, "It's too hot, what do you want to drink? Water, or Lemon juice?"

"Water is fine." Barrett sat in the chair he used to sit on.

"I knew it when you returned to the city-state on the first day, but I didn't expect you to come so early. According to my estimation, you have to rest for a week or so." The vigilante said with a smile.

"No one can't live with the reward." Barrett took the water cup handed over by the other party and drank it clean.

He was indeed a little thirsty at this time. The sun was shining brightly today, and the meat patties made of shark meat and crayfish that he ate after he came out of the gear heart were really a little salty, so his mouth was dry all the way.

"Well said, what you said reminded me of the time when I was young. Back then, every time I completed a task, I would immediately ask for payment." Julian poured him another glass of water. "Once I worked hard to complete the task - the kind of task that the publisher has already paid to the Adventurer's Guild - I came back a little late, the guild was closed, so I slept at the door You know, it was winter at that time, and it snowed heavily at night. When the guild staff came to open the door, I was covered by the snow, and they thought I had frozen to death outside. Do you know why I don't spend the night in a nearby hotel?"

"Because you have no money." Barrett guessed the answer easily. His time in the ghetto of Galano was not short.

"Haha, you guessed it right. At that time, I only had six copper plates all over my body, and four of them were accidentally lost on the way back." Julian said, while rummaging in the drawer of his desk, "Those are two 'copper fish' from the Kingdom of Fussey, I never knew what kind of fish they were stamped on the front of the coin, I thought they must be able to escape because they slipped out of my purse So when I collect money in the future, I will never ask for the copper coins of the Forsyth Kingdom."

"Snapper," Barrett said.

"What?" The vigilante who was looking for something didn't seem to understand much.

"The kind of fish that is printed on the copper coins of the Forsyth Kingdom is snapper." Barrett further explained, "It is a very delicious fish." The price is also very expensive, far from its carrier (copper coin). affordable.

"Snapper? Oh, it's not important, we won't talk about this." Julian took out a few pieces of paper, looked at them repeatedly, and threw them all into the trash, "I heard that you went to a Amazing place. How about it, is it interesting there?"

"It's not interesting, but at least it's not boring." I think few people in this multiverse will think that the Nine Hells of Baator is an interesting place. But it's not necessarily. If you look at it from another angle, it should be very good to watch a few fierce gladiatorial fights in the Arena of Dess as a spectator, but it's a pity that Barrett has never experienced it.

"I'm glad you can come back from that 'not boring' place. When I heard that you died in the mission, I felt sorry for you for a long time. This is not polite, if you really died, I will I think I am also one of the accomplices." The vigilante stopped suddenly, his tone was a little emotional, "Speaking of which, there are quite a few good boys who died in my hands, alas..."

Barrett didn't answer, he put the glass to his mouth and took another half gulp.

"Let's talk about compensation. I like to talk about it because it makes both parties happy. Yes, I am also very happy, anyway, it is not me who pays the compensation in the end." Julian laughs "The impact of this incident is great, and it is foreseeable that such incidents will continue to occur in the future, and what we can do is to minimize the number of incidents and minimize losses. "

The vigilante shrugged, "There is no way, unless we can completely wipe out those evil devils, and then completely wipe out the plane of Baator's Nine Hells, otherwise, those big and small purgatory creatures in the Nine Hells, After all, they are going to run into my world and use their cruel, despicable means to get things out. They have to live by this."

Barrett thought of the thousand souls in his space ring. He felt that he was lucky. If Chris and his legendary mage teacher had not arrived in time at the last minute, he would be sure that these thousand souls He can never be taken out of hell.

"Your investigation task has been completed well. Although it is an investigation, in fact, you have completed the most core and critical work of the whole thing." Julian said at this moment, and suddenly cheered in surprise, "Ah, I found I'm still wondering if I'm at home." He picked up a flat wooden box the size of a slap, circled it from behind the desk, and handed the box to Barrett.

"What is this?" Barbarian asked curiously after knotting the box.

"One of your rewards." The vigilante turned back and sat on the desk. "In view of your performance in the incident, the powerful 'Aofa Vanguard' organization of the association has opened the door for you."

Austrian fighters? Barrett knew that the little mage belonged to this institution, as did the vampire mage 'Cyril' he met in the dark realm. He opened the wooden box, and inside was a small mithril emblem, the pattern of the emblem was a traditional magic seven-pointed star, and a simple-looking long sword was engraved in the middle, "Isn't it true that only mages can join that institution? "The barbarian asked suspiciously.

"No, not all of the 'Austrian Vanguards' are mages, but most of them are, at least 90%. After all, the combat effectiveness of the association mages is obvious to all in the entire multiverse." Julian shook his legs and said, "As for other non-professional professions, if you have enough strength and pass the test, you can also join them. Don't worry, this is definitely not mandatory, and it depends on your own wishes in the end."

Barrett held the Mithril emblem in his hand, "Is there any benefit if I join?" At first, he just wanted to get the qualification to enter the blue light curtain of the Adventurer's Guild and undertake some higher-paying tasks. It has come to this point.

"Of course it will be beneficial, after all, the Magic Association is very generous in making a move. You wait a moment." Julian leaned back on the table, his whole body twisted and rummaged from a drawer again.

As he rummaged through, he muttered, "Benefits! Who would make a living without benefits? After all, we're not saints. But then again, the world doesn't need saints anyway, because they don't even need them. I can't save it. When I was a child, there was an old witch in my hometown. She claimed to be able to help others avoid disasters through a crystal ball. Why can't you go out on horseback tomorrow? You can't eat turnips when the wolf is the night after tomorrow, and you can't open the windows when it rains recently. And so on, many residents in the village believed it very much. Then one day when she was eating smoked chicken, she was suffocated by a wishbone stuck in her throat. Ha, you are not funny. Why didn't she help? Do you dodge yourself?"

There are always many such people in remote villages, and some of them are more famous, and even become the guests of many nobles in big cities. As Leslie, the owner of 'Put Up Your Ears' said, there are too many weird things in this multiverse~lightnovelpub.net~ It is inevitable that people will believe in some half-truths mysterious power.

Julian, "Damn, where did I put the good? Found it, here it is!"

He took out a piece of paper and handed it to Barrett, "Some of the basic benefits that 'Australian Vanguard' can get are all there, and of course there are some hidden advantages, such as the reputation within the association, and the mage. The interpersonal relationship is not easy to measure. Other higher-level benefits require a certain contribution to obtain."

Barrett glanced at the long list on the piece of paper, and the rights brought by joining the 'Australian Vanguard' were indeed quite a lot. What is the low-cost teleportation, the purchase of magic materials such as magic spar, the floating city is open, you can enter and leave at will, more than 70% of the facilities of the association such as the great library are open, and the base of the alien plane is open, and you can undertake all the tasks issued by the association and its subordinate institutions. ,Etc., etc.

Of course, the corresponding responsibilities and obligations are also very heavy. If nothing else, just look at the little mage and you will know, that guy has been talking with the master of the mind flayer for a whole year.

"If I choose to join, one day I suddenly don't want to do it, can I quit at any time?" Barrett asked again.

"Of course!" Julian said, "You can treat it as a very ordinary employment relationship. The association is the boss of a caravan, and you are the hired bodyguard. The boss will pay you regularly, and you protect The owner's caravan is not harassed by robbers and monsters. If the bodyguards are unhappy, they can naturally leave. Correspondingly, the owner of the caravan can also fire the bodyguards who do not agree with him, and that's it."

After thinking for a few breaths, Barrett smiled at Julian, "I don't think I have any reason to refuse."

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