Divine Flame Crystal

There are many powerful and neutral organizations on the Luoshen Continent, such as the Mercenary Guild, the Assassin Guild, the Thieves Guild, the Knights Guild, the Mage Guild, and so on. Of course, if you want to make money quickly, you have to do the mercenary missions, but just registering for the mercenary group requires 5 gold coins, which is obviously unaffordable for him. If you just join the mercenary group, you don't have to spend money, but who would want such a fat man who is powerless?

Xingluo sat on the street in a daze, racking his brains but unable to think of any good solution.

At this time, a young man in black clothes with a grim expression came towards him. He seemed to be about the same age as him, but his face was flawless, as if it was the work of a master who had decades of sculpture skills.

But precisely because it is too perfect, it lacks some vitality, and what is left is the cold indifference that keeps people at a distance.

He walked in front of Xiao Xingluo, and a cold breath followed. In this hot summer, the fat man actually felt a little cold. He couldn't help but shiver, and cold words rang out.

"Where is the portal to Luoshen Town?"

Xingluo didn't understand why he asked him, but he still instinctively said, "I'll tell you 10 gold coins." It was just a casual remark, but to his surprise, 10 shining gold coins rolled to his feet.

Just as Xingluo was about to bend down to pick it up, the cold words rang out again.

"where?"

He shuddered with fear and quickly turned around and pointed in a direction. When he looked back again, he found that the boy had disappeared, as if he had never appeared. Only the golden coin on the ground proved what had happened just now.

Xingluo picked up the coin and quickly hid it. He looked around and found that no one noticed this place, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

He was very surprised that the other party actually gave him 10 gold coins just for his casual remark. The shameless fat man finally attributed it to his good fortune. Yes, he was very lucky.

When he was a child, Aunt Zhang often told him that being fat is good, as being fatter brings good luck. Sure enough, he could get so much money just by pointing the way.

This is a farmer's annual income, just open your mouth and you will get it. He was not in a hurry to teleport to Luoshen City. Even if he got there, he would not have enough money to survive for two months. Besides, the prices there must be much higher than Luoshen Town. It would be better to wait until the time is almost up before going to Luoshen City.

He nodded with satisfaction, satisfied with his smart decision. However, he didn't know how dangerous this decision would be.

The unsatisfied Xiao Xingluo complained again: "I should have asked for a few more gold coins. Now I haven't eaten yet and I don't even have a place to sleep."

There were constant complaints, and I saw a small vendor at a stall shouting, "I buy animal furs and magic cores. As long as you have them, the price will satisfy you."

Xingluo was happy when he heard this. It seemed that he had a solution for his living expenses for February.

Playing with the dagger, he strolled to the fields surrounding Luoshen Town. Here, the fields were flat and the sky was cloudless. He could not help but sing a song, but the sound, which was like breaking a bed leg, really scared many birds and beasts.

The two years of hunting with Uncle Li were not in vain. At least there was no problem in hunting wild beasts. The reason why I performed so badly in the Monster Forest before was mainly because they were monsters with magic powers. They were not as easy to bully as wild beasts. But don't underestimate Fatty. When other children were his age, they might still be playing in the mud.

The sun was setting. After a busy day, I felt a little hungry. Looking at the rabbit skin, squirrel skin and fox skin under my feet, I forced a smile on my chubby face. Maybe because I was too fat, the smile was far from cute.

The rabbit was roasted with ease, and the smell made the fat body tremble. After eating and drinking, I lay on the grass. After the sun went down, a slight cool breeze came, driving away the heat of the day.

I don’t know how long I slept, but I finally got up, put away the animal fur, and returned to Luoshen Town.

After some fierce bargaining, Xiao Xingluo's day's hard work was exchanged for 1 silver coin, which was already a good income, and the fat man was very satisfied.

He found a cheap hotel to stay in. Although the Sunset Inn was nice, 10 silver coins a day was not something he could afford. Fortunately, he did not have high requirements for accommodation, so he fell asleep as soon as he returned to the room, snoring loudly.

In this way, repetitive and boring life passed day by day, and soon a month passed quietly, and the enrollment date was getting closer and closer.

As soon as he went out that day, his hair stood on end, as if he was being watched by some powerful monster, but the feeling was fleeting.

Xingluo's keen sense was accumulated through two years of training, especially before his "awakening". His body before the age of 2 was like a sponge, absorbing the instincts tempered by life and death.

Most children's magic and fighting spirit must be awakened at the age of 14. Those who successfully awaken will have a rapid improvement in strength.

As for those young men from wealthy families, they would not undergo this kind of life and death trial, and these instincts deeply rooted in their bones were also the guarantee of their survival in the Monster Forest before.

He gripped the dagger, and the cool touch from it made him feel a little relieved.

Seeing the fat man's actions, a man in the tavern opposite showed some interest, licked his lips, and muttered to himself: "It seems that the task is not so boring."

Killing is something a killer is accustomed to. In each assassination, either the target dies or he dies.

The last assassination at the edge of the Monster Forest was a great humiliation for him, so this time he wanted to let the fat man taste the taste of death, and make him tremble, wail, and beg for mercy under his dagger.

The black-clad man's killer level is 9, which is equivalent to the peak of an intermediate magician. However, as a killer, one cannot be evaluated only by superficial strength.

Sometimes a level 9 killer can successfully assassinate a high-level magician, of course that is under the premise that the magician has not released a magic shield.

But if a killer were to fight a knight or a wizard head-on, he would definitely be inferior.

The black-clad man's brutal murderous aura flashed away, and he lowered his head to continue drinking the tea here. Although it was a tavern, there was no problem with the supply of tea.

Killers are not allowed to drink alcohol when performing their missions. Many killers will never touch alcohol in their entire lives. They must always keep their nerves from being paralyzed by alcohol. If their identities are exposed while they are walking on the brink of life and death, only death will await them.

Looking at the fat man walking away, the killer revealed an evil smile.

In the blink of an eye, it was already night. After returning to the inn, Xingluo did not fall asleep as usual. The cold feeling he had felt during the day was like someone holding a bloody dagger to his neck, which made him, who was afraid of death, feel extremely panicked.

Although it was only a moment, this intuition had saved him countless times before.

Before long, the room was covered with densely packed traps. These traps were taught to him by Uncle Li during the hunting process. Although they were crude, they should not be underestimated. These things cost him a lot of money.

He didn't know whether these traps could protect him, but looking at the room filled with various traps, the strong sense of uneasiness in his heart seemed to be reduced a little.

He rolled over and hid under the bed, which was covered with a thick quilt and pillows. He had tried his best. It was not that he had not thought about escaping from here, but his intuition told him that hiding here was better than running away.

The dark night seemed so quiet. He hid under the bed and fell asleep unknowingly. The clock showed 3 a.m., and the best time for assassinations by killers had quietly arrived. Several assassinations that shocked the continent all took place at this time. Perhaps this was the time when people on this continent slept the deepest and were the least vigilant.

A cold wind blew, and Xingluo was woken up by the cold. A drop of cold sweat slowly flowed down his forehead. He actually fell asleep. Then his heart twitched and a sense of crisis suddenly burst out. The strong feeling made his breathing stagnate.

His right hand turned a little white because he was holding the dagger so tightly.