Half-elf Notebook

North District Driving Range, Observation Deck.

A sturdy soldier wearing a linen jacket and thick cotton coat sat on it.

He looked carefully at the mature young man standing in front of him, who was not shorter than him at all.

It was as if what the boy had just said was something unbelievable.

His wrist rested lightly on his chin, his expression embarrassed.

After a few minutes of silence, he said half uncertainly and half suggestively:

"Have you really decided?"

"I think it's a good choice for you to be a soldier here."

"There will be hard work in the first few years, but the salary is good, three silver coins and sixty groats per week."

"With your current ability, you can become a deputy captain of a patrol team in three years. No, maybe by the end of next year."

"Yes, thank you, Brother Gesk."

"But I don't want to stay here forever... The outside world is one of the few things I look forward to when I live in the slums."

"Thank you for your care over the past few years. I have been bothering you since then until now..."

Yake showed no sign of changing his mind.

But everyone could hear that he respected and was grateful to the man.

"Enough, enough." Gesk waved his hand in disgust.

Let’s not talk about the woman for now. When a burly young man said this to him, Gesk almost got goosebumps all over his body.

Immediately, he took off a bronze brooch from his cotton coat, which had a semicircular wooden fence at the back and two long swords crossed in front.

Regardless of whether Jack was willing or not, or whether he could catch it or not, he threw it towards the boy and said:

"You need this, don't you?"

Yak quickly figured out what the brooch was.

His expression was a little nervous, and he denied it:

"No, Brother Gesk, I only need my sword. This is a patrol soldier badge, I can't take it..."

"Take it!"

Geske interrupted his argument rudely, without giving in:

"Good boy, you haven't been to the slums for a few years. You really think that it is a place where only hooligans will bully the homeless, right? Anyone can go in and take a few steps with a sword?"

"Remember the biggest neighborhood gang in the ghetto called the Bloods?"

"The thugs who are responsible for collecting some secret tips and several of them as a team are not something a well-trained soldier can handle."

"What's the trouble? Can you, a new professional recruit who has just entered the ranks, deal with their killers?"

Gesk made a "tsk" sound and directly pointed out where Yak was going.

His expression was like that of a child who had done something wrong, gradually changing from nervousness to fear.

How could he not know the danger there?

The outside world? Longing?

How could he put these hollow things that are not even suitable as excuses before his life?

He got rid of his soldier identity probably because he knew that what he was going to do next was dangerous.

The "Blood Gang" acts crazily and is extremely dangerous.

He was not afraid even of the defending soldiers.

They once investigated a case of smuggling goods into the city because of a patrol soldier.

They beat the soldier to a disability and burned down his house.

In the slums, there are many people walking on the brink of life and death.

As long as they are given enough money to keep them happy for a month or two, they will scramble to become executors.

And they don't care what the task is.

By helping Yak, Gesk would implicate himself.

As for whether Jack musters up the courage to face the past or seek revenge.

Gesk couldn't guess, and through the previous questioning he confirmed that he couldn't stop it.

"Listen to me, Gesk. Take it with you. At least you can get out alive if anything happens."

"Aren't you going outside? You don't have that much time to waste on scumbags."

Yake's eyes turned red and he felt his eyeballs were burning.

"Thanks……"

He clenched his right fist and knocked it on his chest, bowing deeply to the seated Gesk.

His body was straight and powerful, with no trace of humility, only awe and respect.

He wanted to pay the greatest respect he could to this unremarkable but kind patrol captain!

Yake was grateful to him from the bottom of his heart.

It was Gesk who single-handedly saved the homeless child who should have starved to death in an alley corner.

Give him the opportunity to choose to become a soldier and live like an ordinary person.

Yak turned around and walked quickly towards the gate of the military camp without even looking at Gesk.

"Stinky boy."

Watching Yak's figure disappear through the half-open door, Gesk sighed.

Then he looked to a distance, waiting for this embarrassing farewell drama to end, and saw another tall soldier walking slowly towards him.

"Can I ask you and your team to follow that guy for me?"

"Of course, otherwise what would I be waiting for?"

The tall soldier responded in a rough voice.

Gesk's mouth curled up, as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders:

"Whatever you need, you can use it in the armament warehouse, whether it's full body armor, steel crossbows, shredders, or magic scrolls."

"Application, explanation afterwards, loss, I will take care of the legion commander and the deputy legion commander."

The tall soldier folded his arms:

"Isn't there one more thing?"

"Keep the money in your pocket, Gesk, you have to buy our team a few drinks."

The two looked at each other and smiled the same way.

…………

An hour after leaving the guild, Ina, with a sword hanging on her slender waist, came to the border between the South District and the Slums, one of the few intersections.

The auxiliary road at the intersection in the 9th block of the South District.

She bought a thin black cape from a shop she passed by to cover the conspicuous hairpins.

The fifth-level pyrotechnic magic is her second greatest reliance.

Even better than the first "White Night" bracelet.

The power it can exert is incomparable to anything Ina can do now.

It's like a delicate steel crossbow with sufficient weight.

It's more intimidating than wearing a suit of armor.

It poses a considerable threat to the bronze level, which is higher than Ina's own level.

Unfortunately, the jewelry itself is too expensive.

——Without entering the slums, she had just walked into the South District and endured a lot of surprised, envious and jealous looks from housewives and young women.