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When Bartlett brought Draco and the other two into Merlin's dream world again, it instantly caused a sensation.

After all, the appearance of four Black Diamond members at once is no small matter.

The dragons all cast curious glances at them, making all kinds of guesses and exploring the secrets behind them.

Draco looked at the iconic cross behind Bartlett and said, "So you chose the Cleric profession? That's perfect! You can learn the Slow Healing skill to assist us. This time, we're sure to defeat the Minotaur in one fell swoop."

Bartlett was stunned for a moment, then said with a puzzled look on his face, "Support? I'm here for damage output."

Leonard couldn't help but laugh when he heard Bartlett say that. He explained, "Bartlett, the Cleric is clearly a support class in the team. You're the only one who has the skill that can slowly restore our health."

Descartes also echoed, "Yes, I chose the Ghost Swordsman, Draco is the Magician, and Leonard is the Sharpshooter. You just need to assist us in the battle. My Ghost Slash will easily chop off the Minotaur's head!"

Bartlett looked at the slow healing in the skill bar, and a flash of lightning seemed to flash through his mind. He cried out in his heart: "Shouldn't I be a muscular DPS character? How did I end up as a support?"

However, having said that, the Minotaur is only a monster in the novice area after all. Even if Merlin deliberately made it very strong, it can still be defeated as long as the team cooperates. Even stronger adventurers can pass the challenge alone with their own strength.

What's more, Bartlett and the other three have the powerful support of unlimited resurrection coins.

After the four of them worked together to defeat the Minotaur, they came to Linus to submit the task.

Linus looked at the four people in front of him, his eyes full of satisfaction, and said, "Very good, I didn't expect you to defeat the minotaur in the depths of Loran so quickly. You have finally taken the first step in your adventure."

"Uncle Linus, thank you for taking care of me during this time." Bartlett said gratefully.

At this time, Celia came over with a smile and congratulated Bartlett and others on embarking on the adventure.

Bartlett said with a hint of regret, "I won't be able to see Celia as easily as I do now, but I will definitely come back often to visit."

Celia smiled gently and said softly: "Don't worry, you can see me every day."

Linus looked at the puzzled expressions of the others and explained with a smile, "Celia's treehouse is connected to the safe places in every region of Merlin's dream world. When you log in again, Celia will directly open the Hearton Mar area for you."

When Bartlett heard Linus say this, he immediately became excited and said excitedly: "This is really great!"

"Go, and also, give this letter to a fighter named Feng Zhen. He will give you new tasks that will guide you to become stronger." Linus said, handing a sealed envelope to Bartlett.

Bartlett solemnly took the envelope, nodded, and then followed the guidance of the Q version of Celia in the system and headed towards the Huttonmar area.

When Bartlett and others arrived at Huttonmar, they were amazed by the scene before them.

This city was once the capital of the Principality of Belmare, a magical country with a long history. Legend has it that it was founded by a great wizard named "Mar" in the desert based on a powerful magic circle.

As a free city that advocates magical civilization, Huttonmar is full of unique charm.

A large number of magical devices can be seen everywhere in the city. They are of various shapes. Some flash soft light, adding a touch of mystery to the city; others emit a slight buzzing sound, as if telling ancient magic stories.

On the streets, adventurers, businessmen, and scholars from all over the world are constantly coming and going. Some of them are carrying their bags and rushing to their destinations; some are stopping in front of street stalls, bargaining with the stall owners, and selecting their favorite products.

Because Archmage Mal likes white the most, which symbolizes purity, all the buildings here are white.

The white walls reflect a soft light under the sunlight, like a white ocean.

The entire city is a patchwork of white buildings with different styles. Some are European-style with pointed roofs, while others are full of oriental charm with flying eaves and brackets, but without exception, they all exude a strong magical atmosphere.

The city square was bustling with people.

Street performers were performing wonderful magic tricks, drawing cheers from the audience; magicians were displaying all kinds of magical props, attracting a lot of people's attention; and some adventurers were sitting together, sharing their adventures, and laughter echoed in every corner of the square.

The entire Huttonmar was bustling with activity, allowing Bartlett and others to feel the unique charm and infinite vitality of this dream world.

However, most of these people were NPCs created by Merlin who could only live according to the established rules. Only the important NPC members used the ancestors of their families.

Bartlett looked around the vibrant city with great joy. Everything here was completely different from the place where their dragon clan lived, and every detail exuded a novel charm.

"Is this Hutton Mall? This is really cool." Bartlett's eyes were attracted by the words on the plaques on the street, "Juewei Braised Food Shop, Mixue Time, Lotus Leaf Beggar Chicken". Just looking at these names, even if he was in a dream world, the rich aroma seemed to penetrate into his nasal cavity, causing him to swallow his saliva.

"Where are we going now?" Leonard couldn't help but ask.

"Aren't you going to deliver a letter to a guy called Feng Zhen?" Draco continued.

"But where is that guy named Feng Zhen? Go ask someone else." Just as Dekar finished speaking, a deep and powerful voice came from a distance.

"I am Feng Zhen, the master of the Wind Fist School. Ultimate strength is not innate, but acquired through continuous effort. I hope you will not slack off and persist in your practice."

Bartlett looked in the direction of the voice and saw a middle-aged man in a flowing fighting suit standing there.

He was tall and mighty, with well-defined muscles all over his body, showing a strong sense of power. His shiny bald head reflected slightly in the sunlight, and the ribbon tied on his head fluttered in the wind. At this moment, he was earnestly imparting his understanding of power to the people around him.