Capítulo 20: First teammate
Galen returned to the rented inn.
The innkeeper, sitting at the front desk, handed Galen a letter from the Lazar family.
Without first bothering to open the letter, Galen removed his armor and threw his sweat-soaked shirt into a basket.
Throughout the process, the dragon egg hanging around Galen's neck communicated its "hunger" to him in an aggravated manner.
During the duel with the White Falcon, Galen was able to remove the frost effect thanks to the help of the dragon egg.
Even though he had only sent out a little bit of his own aura, it was not enough for a small, unborn child to be able to escape from the frost effect.
But for a small dragon cub that hadn't even been born yet, the operation was indeed a bit of a strain.
"It doesn't matter if a little kid is hungry for a meal or two, wait for me to pass the screening round, then I'll take you to the underground palace for a big meal."
After pacifying the dragon egg, Galen opened the envelope, inside was Ivo's invitation.
The assassin's disguise infiltration last night seemed menacing, but it was actually the last ditch effort of the person behind the curtain.
After the clues were seized by the Lazar family, the identity of the assassin as well as the person behind the scenes was quickly locked.
After that, the Lazar family was in charge of the pursuit of the murderer.
Little Brother Ivo was also finally free from the cloud of danger.
The nerves that had been tense since the attack were finally relieved.
Ivo-chan would be hosting a banquet in the evening, making sure that Galen attended.
"Not bad, not bad, saving another meal."
After taking a bath, Galen changed into a clean and comfortable outfit.
He first went to a nearby blacksmith store and sent his badly damaged shield for repair.
Then he returned to the open-air arena, intending to identify a few powerful teammates on the spot.
By the way, he killed the time waiting for the dinner by watching the matches.
Unlike the adventurers of the current era who liked to show their faces and build up their reputation.
The old-school and cautious Galen wore a helmet whenever he fought.
This allowed him to walk all the way into the audience without being recognized.
Although the cheap helmet's defense boost to Galen was exceptionally limited.
But the helmet was, after all, the most important piece of defense, bar none.
White Falcon's downfall was the best warning for the behavior of not wearing a helmet.
As soon as Galen took his seat, he saw the magic crystal above the ring, emitting a burst of red light.
There match had just ended.
Casting his gaze into the arena, Galen saw a woman wearing white mage robes with long burgundy hair, standing proudly in the middle of the arena.
The hem of her mage robe was lifted up and tied in a knot at her waist, revealing two long, round, white legs.
The smooth lines of her legs added a bit of wild beauty to her.
The perfect color of white and pink again made her not lose her feminine softness.
As for her opponent, he was blown right out of the ring by her, and until this moment he was still curled up on the ground, unable to slow down.
"Oh, goodness! Is this lady really a solo adventurer? She actually crushed the people from the three major adventuring groups head-on?"
"It's outrageous! Have you guys ever seen a mage swing a wand at someone's head? Some people are ostensibly mages, but are actually warriors who specialize in violence!"
Listening to the comments of the bystanders, Galen roughly figured out the course of the battle, and at the same time felt a bit sorry that he had missed such an exciting battle.
Staring at the red-haired lady for a few more moments, Galen vaguely felt something familiar.
It seemed that they had met before, but since they weren't well acquainted, they couldn't quite remember the name.
"It seems like I've seen her ten years ago, when our troupe joined forces with another adventuring group to open up the Valley of Dragons, and this woman seemed to be among them."
Galen thought carefully before finally recalling some details from his somewhat aged brain.
The top brass and strong men of the two adventuring groups at the time were familiar with Galen.
This indicated that this red-haired lady was not a powerful adventurer at that time.
Galen glanced at the content displayed on the magic crystal:
[Name: Nicolia Michelle]
[Profession: Magician]
[Adventurer rating: Superior]
Repeating the other party's name softly, Galen shook his head and muttered to himself, "Ten years have passed, and this Ms. Michelle is only an upper-level adventurer, so it seems that there really isn't much adventuring talent."
Having said that, Galen decided to invite this lady later, to join his team.
Strength and whatnot really didn't matter.
Galen would also never admit that he was looking at Nicolia's long legs.
The old-fashioned Galen just wanted to help out his juniors who had adventured together.
What kind of bad intentions could an honest uncle have?
"After all, teaming up with me is the same as booking the championship. I'm sure this Miss Michelle has no reason to refuse."
His eyes traced Nicolia as she left the arena, Galen no longer paid attention to the solemn and tasteless match and got up to chase after her.
There weren't many adventurers who could advance to the third round.
Except for the adventurers who were themselves affiliated with other adventure groups.
Most of them had the same idea as Galen, picking their teammates on the spot.
By the time Galen chased him to the door, two young adventurers had already stopped Nicolia and were each persuading the latter to join the team.
Both adventurers were male and did not belong to the same team.
Their teams were also only missing the last person.
They tacitly agreed that Nicolia was the most suitable candidate.
One of the males had short green hair.
His appearance was sunny and handsome, and his shiny armor was outlined with exquisite and gorgeous patterns.
This armor had been strengthened with a kind of "fashion enchantment".
Under the sunlight, it emitted a light golden light.
It made him stand there as if he was the protagonist in the crowd.
"Miss Michelle, if you are willing to join my team, regardless of whether or not you win the championship in the end, I will give you a thousand silver coins as a reward."
"Heh." Hearing the green-haired youth's words, another cold man with black hair who carried twin swords on his back, said disdainfully:
"Compared to the winner's reward, the thousand silver coins you promised is not worth mentioning at all. Michelle, join my team and I will lead you to the end and capture the reward."
The equipment on this adventurer's body also had traces of "fashion enchantment".
On the surface of the light armor with smooth curves, there was a faint black mist lingering on it.
The black mist wandered about like life, occasionally forming the shape of black wings or hideous snake heads.
It added a bit of demonic and mysterious feeling to him.
Both of these two had won in the ring.
The mere fact that they were able to defeat the three great adventuring groups head on.
It was enough to show that their strength was definitely the best amongst the upper level adventurers.
Facing two young handsome men with both strength and selling power.
Nicolia's reaction, however, seemed a bit strange.
Her plump and lovely lips opened, as if she wanted to say something, but after waiting for a long time, no sound still came out
"Sorry, excuse me."
At this time, Galen also came next to the trio.
The green-haired youth and the dual-sworded adventurer, who only thought this was an ordinary spectator, didn't pay any attention to him at all.
It wasn't until Galen squeezed past the two and said to Nicolia, "Nicolia, would you like to join my team?"
The two adventurers, who had different styles but were both quite handsome and handsome, couldn't help but look at Galen.
Galen's stout and tall figure was taller than both of them by a good half a head.
However, the linen shirt that was clean but plain.
It made Galen look like a laid-back manor owner who had mistakenly entered the world of adventure.
Compared to the looks of the two upper level adventurers, which had been enhanced by the "fashion enchantment", they were not in the same class at all.
"Where did this uncle come from?"
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