Chapter 249 Old Patch’s Worry

In fact, I'm not surprised that old Patch has this expression.

The way I have always appeared to others is that of a poor boy who works hard to survive, but is not strong enough and often leaves himself scarred, but still upholds the spirit of 'life never stops, fighting never stops'.

The first impression is very important, and being able to have a good impression of a person all depends on it.

However, my first impression on Old Patch was too bad, and it was also extremely profound. According to his words: I have never seen an idiot who used a piece of iron as a sword!

The matter of asking me to find his niece has just come up. It is purely a dead horse and a live horse doctor. If there was an adventurer of even level 4 willing to take on this task at that time, he probably would not have handed over this 'important task'. Give me.

But it was also a coincidence. Without that mission, I would not have had the opportunity to follow the dwarves into the open space at the far end of the cave, nor would I have encountered the demonized bat boss, nor would I have experienced the dungeon. The sadomasochism between monsters will not only lead to a mysterious combat skill at the end: resonance.

As for the Saladika, I don’t know the reason why Princess Aurora would risk her own life to get it, and I don’t want to know. I don’t want to have anything to do with that girl who seems to be full of conspiracy Any relationship.

The only person who made me feel a little grudge was the group that attacked Aurora and her group. Unfortunately, I couldn't kill them all. Since some people escaped, I might be discovered at any time. , recognition, and even the possibility of harm.

It didn't matter to me, but the people around me made me worried. The two people I worried about the most were Barbara and Florence.

Florence was okay. After all, she had been an adventurer before. Although she was not strong enough, she could still protect herself without any problem.

Barbara has never been an adventurer. According to what the landlady told me: she doesn't want Barbara to become an adventurer like her parents and then unfortunately die in the underground city.

Even at the beginning, she took the trouble to reason with me and advised me not to become an adventurer and to live my life wholeheartedly with Barbara, which was better than anything else.

However, I was very yearning for the legend of the dungeon, but in the end I failed to meet the proprietress's wishes. After I had the funds that could temporarily sustain my livelihood, I embarked on the journey of an adventurer without hesitation.

At first, the landlady refused to give up and tried to persuade me to go back to being an adventurer.

However, later, she discovered that I was sincere in becoming an adventurer, so she gave up persuading me and turned it into a warning: Live well and don't make Barbara sad. If you die one day, , I will get your body back and whip it hard!

I can only smile helplessly and regard this sentence as a 'goodwill' blessing from an elder to the younger generation.

Well, that's a bit far-fetched. Anyway, that's what happened.

I looked at old Patch with a strange look in his eyes, and asked in confusion: "What, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like this?"

Old Patch coughed lightly and said, "I didn't realize that you are actually a master!"

"What, what do you mean?"

Old Patch sighed: "I'm not afraid of your fuss. I always thought you were a second-rate adventurer who only thinks about hanging out and picking up girls every day."

"hehe."

"That person before, I thought he was just a simple rich man who was coaxed and happy by you." Old Patch raised his head and asked: "That person, what is his identity?"

"You mean Harold?" I saw old Patch nodding and continued: "He is the captain of the city defense of Airui City."

Old Patch's face turned slightly pale. He suddenly changed his attitude and said to me in a panic: "He won't hold grudges about the three things I picked for you that night, right?"

"Hold a grudge?" I wondered: "What grudge?"

"Remember me!" Old Patch said with a horrified expression: "Those three items are really the most expensive things in his inventory, especially the dagger. What should I do if I offend the city guard? Captain, it’s a bad day”

Seeing him scurrying around anxiously, I said amusedly: "Don't worry, Harold won't do anything to you."

"Yes, really?" Old Patch asked me uncertainly.

"I dare not say anything else, but I can guarantee this." I said with a smile: "For a man like Harold who has a great cause, although these three things are valuable, without them, they are just a facade. Without them, the family's financial resources will not be affected. He won't care so much about such useless things."

"But, I saw that day, he cared very much about the dagger!" Old Patch thought of this matter again.

I recalled for a moment that Harold seemed to really care about that dagger. Could it be that he also wanted to give the dagger to someone else?

Could it be that he is his lover?

I suddenly remembered the most repeated name of a woman that he had mentioned before: Alma.

When he mentioned this name, a complex emotion would always flash across his face, including love, nostalgia, yearning, and regret.

This expression can only appear on the face of someone who is in unrequited love.

I don’t know whether the woman named Alma likes Harold, but I am certain that Harold must still love her.

"I remember you told Harold before that the legend of the dagger was false," I recalled.

Old Patch was even more panicked.

I thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen. If he really wants to ask about the dagger, just insist that the legend is false!"

After hearing what I said, Lao Pachi collapsed. He pulled out his beard and pulled out his hair, and said with a cry: "You let me insist on telling lies, aren't you trying to trick me?"

I smiled and said, "How can I deceive you? Think about it, if he believes you, even if you tell lies, he will believe it unswervingly. On the contrary, if he doesn't believe you, even if you tell lies, he will believe it unswervingly." If you tell the truth, he still won’t believe you.”

"However, what should I do after telling lies?" Old Patch was not so broken, but still worried: "What if he gets the truth and comes to me to prove it?"

"You are just stating the rumors you heard. As for whether they are true or false, you don't know." I spread my hands and said, "He will never get to the bottom of it. He wants you to tell the originator of the rumors."

"What if he does this?" Old Patch asked worriedly.

I sighed and said a little helplessly: "Then just name the dwarf and let him find it by himself."

"That"

As soon as Old Patch started speaking, I interrupted him mercilessly: "Don't worry, he won't look for it. Fort Vicky is very far away from here, and the population of the dwarves is very large. How can he have the time to go there?" Find someone who has nothing to say."

Old Patch didn't panic anymore. He calmed down and suddenly said: "Hey, how did you know what I wanted to ask?"

I felt the urge to throw him out again.