Open Your Quest Log Chapter 2

In the dilapidated wooden house, next to the stone-enclosed fireplace, the orange-red flames are like dancers in the celebration, constantly jumping. A dark iron pot was placed on the flame, and the tongue of the flame licked the bottom of the pot, causing the pot to make a gurgling sound. Obviously, something was simmering in the pot, and the aroma of the food spread out.

Barrett sniffed subconsciously, and instantly recognized the ingredients in the pot in his mind: it was bacon jerky, stewed mushrooms, turnips, and a small amount of artichoke petals, plus some rye beer.

The jerky is pork jerky, there should be some lizard meat and...

Barrett frowned, **** it, goblin meat! The guy 'Amy the Butcher' mixed in goblin meat again. Haven't had enough of the lesson of being broken 3 ribs last time? Is it true that the adventurers in the 'Bay of Pigs' are all pigs? But pigs have a very good sense of smell!

Barrett has always been proud of his sense of smell, of course, his hearing and sight. As a senior adventurer who has been in the "Bay of Pigs" for more than ten years and has not lost his life, these are the foundation of his life.

"I was harassed by a 'hammerhead shark' today!" the girl feeding the fireplace said to Barrett: "He soiled my dress! You know, it's my favorite dress, and my only one. One!"

'Hammerhead shark'? Barrett thought for a moment in his mind. The image of a burly man whose stature is no less than his size came to his mind.

Names have no meaning in the 'Bay of Pigs', too many people come here, and even more people die. No one bothered to remember the names of those who were dying, and three 'Andrews' were less impressive than one 'Dragon Slayer'. Therefore, unless they are very familiar with each other, most adventurers are more accustomed to calling each other by nicknames.

"You should help me teach him a hard lesson, hard!" The girl walked to the iron pot, picked up the wooden spoon, and waved it forward vigorously, as if she was a knight with superb martial arts: "Just like this His stinky face hits hard all at once, it's better to knock his nose crooked, let him know that I, Ray, are not easy to mess with!"

After the girl finished speaking, she turned to look at Barrett, and when she found that the barbarian adventurer did not respond to her, she said in a sarcastic tone, "You are not afraid of him, are you?"

'Aubrey the Hammerhead Shark', Barrett knows this person, and is well-known among adventurers. As for fear? Barrett has been in the "Bay of Pigs" on and off for more than ten years, and he has never been afraid of anyone, except the mage. After all, it is the ruler of this continent and the most powerful force in the entire multiverse.

As for the 'hammerhead shark', Barrett believes that he can easily kill him with one hand with his eyes closed. This is not arrogance, but full confidence in one's own strength.

But even so, the barbarian adventurer didn't want to agree to the girl's request. This girl is a little...well, how should I put it, some are not very worry-free. To use the proverb of Barrett's hometown to describe it - 'the cat with the heart of a dragon'.

He looked away from his long sword: "You should wear trousers and leather armor, not this revealing skirt." This was the first sentence he said since the girl entered the house.

"Are you going to take another axe or a long sword for self-defense?" the girl retorted, pinching her waist, "Do you want to use a dagger to scratch some scars on your face? Just like you?" She looked up With his chin, he looked down hard at the barbarian who was not shorter than her even when he was sitting, with the unique arrogance on his face that a woman showed when she was 'reasoning'.

There are no scars on my face. Barrett thought to himself, with tattoos on his face and scars on his throat. But he didn't want to correct the mistake in the girl's words.

Women are always troublesome, and Barrett regretted saving the girl in the first place. No, it's not saving, I just found her by accident in the wild, and two goblins who were eager to try were found with her.

Two goblins and a girl, the goblin has a stick and a stone, but the girl has a sharpened dagger. Make a bet to see who will survive to the end.

Barrett wasn't good at gambling, so he didn't make a bet. At that time, he just stepped forward and swung his sword casually, driving the goblin away like a fly. After that, the girl followed him all the time.

The girl's name is Ray. This is what the girl told Barrett herself. As for whether the name is real, it is not something that the barbarian adventurer can know. And whether 'Rui' is a surname or a first name, Barrett also doesn't know. In fact he knew very little about the girl. I don't know why she is following her.

Barrett had asked Ray this question, and the girl's answer was - 'Between being the miller's third wife and leaving home to venture out, I choose the latter'.

No, this is not the answer. You can leave your hometown and go on an adventure, as I did when I was 19, but that doesn't explain why you follow me, is it an adventure in itself?

Well, this is also a reason that can be said in the past.

Barrett's silence made the girl even more triumphant. Her arrogant expression was like a white goose patrolling her "territory" in the fence.

"If I knew how to use a sword, I would cut off that person's nose with my own hands, that guy is not worthy of sympathy!" She waved the wooden spoon in her hand again: "If I were the king, I would issue a Law, hang all the bad guys like 'hammerhead sharks' on the gallows!"

From knocking the nose crooked to cutting it off, to hanging on the gallows, it took no more than 5 breaths. If you are king, you must be a very efficient king, and a generous "king". Of course, your generosity is not gold coins, but the death penalty. Barrett thought to himself.

"Then your gallows will definitely be insufficient, my queen." Barrett mocked: "Half of them will be sent to **** by you, and the other half will take up arms against you."

"Then will you protect me?"

"No, if there was a day, I would have been hanged on the gallows by you. Besides, I am not your knight."

"I can forgive your sins and make you my Royal Knight." The girl raised the spoon with a smile and pointed it at Barrett's shoulder.

The spoon should be in the pot, the girl should be at home, or the pub, or the bed... But Barrett didn't do that, even though the girl had suggested it.

If she becomes a **** instead of a queen in the future, maybe I will do that. But now, no. Pleasure should take place in the form of transactions, and should not be associated with responsibility, should not!

He looked up at the girl again, her burgundy hair was as dazzling as flames. If I were a grumpy bull, I'd definitely be rammed hard by the color teasingly, but I'm not, he thought.

Maybe I should teach the Hammerhead Shark a lesson, but not for her, but for her not to nag in front of me.

Ray scooped the soup and vegetables from the pot into a wooden bowl with a wooden spoon, and sliced the rye bread with a dagger. "Eat, my knight. Although your mouth can't communicate, Can't kiss, but at least it can eat not..."

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Barrett dipped the soup on rye bread, picked out a piece of blanched bacon from the soup, and threw it into the fire. It was goblin meat, Barrett could tell, and he didn't eat goblin meat.

"You shouldn't waste food." Ray frowned, "Not to mention that it's a big piece of meat."

"That's goblin meat!" Barbarian explained.

"What about goblin meat?" The girl asked back: "Those green bad guys are no different from monsters and beasts in the forest, and they won't hurt their stomachs if they eat them. You are really squeamish!" She looked a little disdainful.

No, it's different, Barrett thought to himself, but he didn't want to argue. Goblins are an intelligent race, and once had a glorious civilization. Intelligent races should not feed each other.

When Barrett was young, he read a book called The Last Goblin. Books do not have authors, nor when they were first published, only the date of printing in each country when it was reprinted. But who wrote this book and when it was written, no one can know.

However, people who have read this book believe that its author should be a goblin, and the time of writing should be at the moment when the goblin civilization died out.

Barrett still remembers this passage on the title page of the book:

"I am the last goblin, and after me, the goblin civilization will officially die out.

In the future, other races may not use the quantifier 'bit' when addressing goblins.

Instead, it may be 'head', 'bar' or 'only'.

But no matter what, this is the destiny chosen by the goblin race itself.

—I would like to warn those civilizations that still exist with this book.”

Chapter end

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