I'm also trying to survive today [Western Fantasy]

There were many freshmen coming and going in the corridor, all of them seemed in a hurry.

Every now and then someone would come out of the rooms on either side or... thrown out.

The former are mostly smiling, while the latter tend to be cursing or angry.

There are various ways to complete these tasks. Some people will complete them according to the requirements, while others will take a different approach and use special methods to complete them.

Deliberately misleading situations like Julian's are everywhere, and many freshmen waste a lot of time and end up getting nothing.

This time, good luck did not continue to favor them. They scattered to search, and it took a full two hours to find the rooms of the berserker and the weapon collector in the castle with completely unreasonable space design.

Who would have thought?

The room of the berserker is not in the castle, but next to the training ground behind the garden. It is said that this is for the convenience of the berserker to fight with people anytime and anywhere.And the weapons collector's room is actually underground, the reason is that the underground temperature is lower, which is more suitable for preserving his collection.

Julian: ...

Okay, your behavior is quite in line with the human design...

After confirming the location of the two rooms, a group of people met in the hall to exchange information with each other.

"I didn't see the Berserker. There are too many people there, and many freshmen of the warrior department are there." The girl of the wood department looked depressed. Squeezing through is definitely a hell-difficult task.

The archer raised his hand: "The weapon collectors are full of little girls. I wanted to go over to talk to him, but I was beaten out by those girls. Look..." He cried and showed everyone his face The red marks on the skin, these girls are merciless in their actions.

The corner of Julian's mouth twitched: "Is there any other information?"

Based on these alone, there is no way to determine who is the owner.

However, Julian also thought about it. Since the Tomahawk itself raised the question of choice, it might be possible to complete the task no matter where it is sent, but the difficulty of the task is different.

"I know this." A soldier said quickly, proving that he hadn't paddled: "There was a notice posted on the door of the Berserker's room, saying that his favorite weapon was lost, but he didn't say what it was. Thank you very much if you can find it back.”

"Uh...the weapon collector also posted a notice." When the archer mentioned the notice, his expression was very strange. "The notice said that he bought a weapon at a high price. As long as someone can help him get that weapon, then He is willing to pay a lot of money."

"So the weapon really belongs to the Berserker." Said the water-type girl.

"So what do you all mean?" Julian looked around: "Should it be returned to berserkers or sold to weapon collectors? Different choices will have different impacts. We don't know what the impact is yet, but it is undoubtedly a hint."

"What hint?" Benny asked blankly.

Julian gave him a meaningful look: "This reminder is that the people in this castle who can give us the mission have a high probability of knowing each other. Even the relationship between them will affect the results of our mission. "

"How do you know?" Everyone was surprised.

Julian smiled and said nothing. In the process of searching for the two rooms, he did nothing. In addition to looking for the keys, he also eavesdropped on the conversations of many teams.

No... To be precise, it can't be called eavesdropping. He happened to hear those people discussing in a low voice. Who made him sharpen his five senses now.

Coincidentally, he had heard the discussion between two teams before. The former mentioned a task, they completed it smoothly and got five points, while the other team also completed the same task, but only got two points. Points, they were angry and complained directly, feeling that the difficulty of the task was not balanced with the points they got.

Julian was more thoughtful at the time. It stands to reason that the same mission should not happen. The configuration of the two teams is similar. The only difference is that when the second team is doing the mission, it is already the second mission. Yes, they still carry the mission props of the first mission.

And the latter is the culprit that caused the task NPC to be unhappy, so the second team suffered a tragedy.

Even though they completed the same task, they were discriminated against. They were even made things difficult by NPCs during the task. If they hadn't been strong enough to complete the task in the end, they might not even get two points.

Because Julian has been paying attention to collecting information, after hearing similar things a few times, he has a clue in his mind.

Their mission is probably the same. If the tomahawk is handed over to the Berserker, then if there is a mission of the weapon collector later, their treatment must be the same as that of the sad team.

After Julian explained his inference, the other members stopped talking for a while. The gains and losses in this need to be carefully considered. In the end, the result of everyone's discussion was-return the tomahawk to the berserker.

As soon as you come, everyone's three views are very positive, and they feel that the lost property should be returned to the owner.The second reason... well, there is no second reason, just the previous reason is enough.

Now that the decision was made, several people acted quickly and came to the door of the Berserker's room with their battle axes.

The Berserker's room is completely different from Earl Rose's room. There is no need to open the door at all, and you can enter directly.

After entering, he came to a small living room. There were quite a few people in the living room. Julian took a quick glance and found that among the freshmen, those who were relatively strong in the knight department and warrior department were all here.

Is it such a coincidence?

Julian raised his eyebrows, didn't say anything, just followed Benny and the others to find a corner and stood there, waiting for the Berserker to appear.

After a while, another team of people came in. After they came in, they looked around and quietly found an inconspicuous corner to stay.

About an hour later, the door of the room slammed shut, and a tall figure yawned and pushed open the door on the other side of the living room.

"Huh? Why are there so many people?" The tall man was taken aback for a moment, then realized something, and said to himself, "Is it time again?"

"Well, the aptitude of this batch is not bad." He swept over everyone one by one with a slightly critical gaze. The cold, scrutinizing gaze made the group of freshmen feel pressured one by one. Unconsciously broke out in a cold sweat.

—except Julian.

Well, the coercion of the mere great knight is not enough to threaten him as a magister, but thinking of keeping a low profile, he can only lower his head as much as possible and not look at the tall man. As for trembling and sweating? Forget it, he still needs face...

"Okay, you are all qualified." The tall man put away his pressure lazily, and raised his two unruly sword eyebrows, as if he had completed his journey from a cold hunter to a well-fed big cat in an instant. transition between.

The freshmen in the living room all breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone's steps were in perfect harmony, resulting in an unusually loud voice, and the tall man was almost amused by them.

Freshmen: ...

One of the teenagers who looked relatively calm asked, "Excuse me, what does it mean to be qualified?"

"Huh?" The man raised one eyebrow, as if he was surprised why the other party would ask such a question: "What? Aren't you here to participate in the conscription?"

"Conscription?" The boy was also stunned, shaking his head reflexively: "No, we are entrusted by Lord Wilson to buy from you..."

"Okay." The tall man interrupted him impatiently: "I said I won't sell my weapons, you go back..."

"Go back and tell Wilson that pervert, even if Tag dies on my bed, he won't sell the weapon to that pervert! He won't want to see things and think about people!" The soft and melodious voice was mixed with a pleasant hoarseness .

A handsome young man in a nightgown opened the door and walked in from the living room. His chest was slightly open, and he did not hide the traces on his fair skin. Julian even had a feeling that this man did not fasten his belt on purpose. used to show off.

What are you showing off?Of course it was the marks on his body!

The handsome young man walked barefoot on the street stall, leaning carelessly on the arms of the tall man, with a sinister smirk on his face.With provocative eyes, he swept across everyone.

Julian: ...Oh shit!

This smug gesture, this ostentatious expression, always feels inexplicably familiar, as if I have seen it many times on someone...

The handsome man made no secret of his relationship with the berserker Tag, which shocked the people present.But it was just a shock. After all, Saint Laurent Empire has a very liberal atmosphere in this regard. Even if these people at the scene have never eaten pork, they have seen pigs run, so they are not scared.

"Dear little Gege, it's too much for you to just get up from someone's bed and leave." The handsome man pursed his lips unhappily, trying to kiss Tag on the face.

Three blue veins popped up on Tag's forehead, his face darkened instantly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't call me Little Gege."

"What do you call you?" The handsome man teased him with great interest: "Little Tata? Darling? Baby? Sweetheart? Of course, if you allow me, I would like to call you Countess!"

The veins on Tag's forehead kept beating, everyone could see that Tag was on the verge of rage, but the handsome man was still teasing him recklessly.

finally--

Tag hugged the man's shoulders and hugged him into his arms, facing him, just when the handsome man showed a surprised expression and pouted to cooperate, a stern headbutt——

boom!

There was a muffled sound, and Julian couldn't bear to look straight away, and felt pain just hearing the sound.

"Aww!" The handsome young man cried out in pain, tears came down, and a big lump bulged on his forehead at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Okay, now we can get down to business." Tag threw the man aside, with a blank expression on his face, which immediately caused great pressure on the poor boy: "I'm repeating, my Weapons will not be sold, let alone to Wilson." After finishing speaking, he pointed to the handsome man who was holding his forehead and wiping tears, "Although this guy is occasionally stupid, since I have chosen him, he will not give up. Please put these Pass the message to Wilson, he is a good man, I hope he can find his lover as soon as possible."

The corner of the boy's mouth twitched. I thought I was taking part in the freshman assessment, but ended up watching a bloody scene where two men competed for one. This is really... suffocating.

Boy no fuck said, and left in a hurry to reply to Wilson, sorry, I couldn't buy the weapon you wanted, here is a good guy card, do you want it?Indifference.jpg

Owen Diary:

Seeing that man is like seeing myself, guilty conscience.jpg

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