Ch.11 Second Plan°

Because he had already been there once yesterday, Estelle came to the Adventurer's Guild very smoothly this time.

As soon as he stepped into the gate of the guild, as expected, his attire immediately attracted the attention of many adventurers.

Everyone is doing the job of licking blood from the knife edge; even if it has blood, no one will be disgusted, but they are attracted by this strange dress.

"Little brother, you won't go down the dungeon by yourself again!"

A sudden sound not far away caught Estelle's attention. Looking for the sound, he saw a somewhat familiar adventurer staring at him blankly.

I recalled it a little bit.

Only then did Estelle remember that he should be one of the adventurers who lined up to exchange for Valis yesterday, and he also invited himself to join the family.

Smiling back at him, Estelle spit out four words lightly: "Life needs."

After speaking, he casually walked toward the reception.

It turned out that, by a very strange coincidence, today's receptionist is still Misha Flott, a girl with pink hair.

This girl causes him a little bit of trouble, but he doesn't mind it.

Misha recognized Estelle at a glance, opened her small mouth slightly, and said with a surprised expression, "Est, you didn't run into the dungeon again, did you?"

For a similar question, Estelle did not use the same answer.

Adjust the quiver to the front of the body, put those arrows to the side to draw the bag inside, and then dump the bag inside the iron plate.

"Please exchange these for me."

There are nearly 130 magic stones, which are obviously much more than the 80 or so yesterday.

Looking up at Estelle in surprise, Misha lowered his head, counted the magic crystals on the plate, and finally trotted to the exchange point behind her.

When she returned again, there was already a small pile of valis of different denominations on the tray.

"This is the magic stone you exchanged for a total of 60,000 valis."

Looking at the valis in the tray, Estelle actually felt a sense of satisfaction."

Estelle was just about to leave after putting all the valis in the small pouch when Misha behind the counter suddenly called him to a stop.

"Est, please wait!"

Stopping, Estelle turned back with some doubts.

"What's the matter, Misha?"

However, Misha did not answer immediately but lowered his head and took out a piece of paper, and then hurriedly said, "Est, it is very dangerous for you to go to the maze alone like this."

"I suggest that you join the family first and then go. This is the family that is recruiting members. You might as well take a look first."

Hearing this, Estelle frowned slightly.

In fact, he really wanted to ask directly if the Hephaestus family was recruiting members, but he didn't say anything when the words came to his lips.

If word got out that he wanted to join the Hephaestus family, there was a good chance that morning's performance at the smithy would be seen through and have the opposite effect.

Reaching for the paper, Estells looked down.

[Apollo Family]: 2 people.

[Ganesha Familia]: 10 people

[Ishtar family]: 3 women

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"Thank you very much. There is no family I want to join here." Estelle put down the paper in his hand and turned to leave.

Throwing the bag into the almighty quiver and looking up at the sky, Estelle didn't intend to go directly to the clothing store or the potion store, but to go to the blacksmith shop that he visited this morning.

What are you going to do?

It's rare to be dressed in a beggar's outfit, so it's natural to sell it badly and deepen the "friendship," by the way, so that the other party can voluntarily get him an internal recommendation as soon as possible.

Thinking back again, Hephaestus familia is not recruiting, so there is little possibility that he will be noticed just by showing his talent.

On the way to the blacksmith's shop, Estelle bought two bottles of strong beer, one of which he mixed with half a bottle of water for himself.

"Ding Ding! Ding Ding!"

As soon as he came near the street where the blacksmith shop was located, he heard the crisp and rhythmic sound of forging.

When I came to the door of the blacksmith shop, I saw that the blacksmith was holding the forged knife blank and stabbed it into the iron bucket containing the black liquid with a "sizzling" sound.

"Is the barrel filled with oil?"

The blacksmith, who was oiling the knife embryo, heard a familiar voice behind him and subconsciously turned his head to look towards the door.

When he saw Estelle's smiling face, a surprise first flashed in his heart, and then he saw his tattered clothes.

If it wasn't that he couldn't walk away, the blacksmith couldn't help but step forward to check.

"Which floor did you go down to? Why are you in such a mess?" The blacksmith turned his head and asked while quenching the fire.

Compared to the blacksmith, who asked with some concern, Estelle, the person involved, didn't care much and said with a light smile, "I just went to the fifth floor."

"Thanks to your short sword; otherwise, it would have been miserable."

This is the truth.

This afternoon, Estelle was surrounded by nine goblins. If it wasn't for the dagger presented by the blacksmith, he would have suffered at least a slight injury.

He didn't expect that the dungeon would really be cruel since it spawned all around him, so it can only mean that the dungeon has consciousness.

Not thinking deeply, Estelle stepped into the blacksmith's shop, lifted the bottle in his hand, and said with a genuine smile on his face, "This is a thank you for yesterday; don't think it's cheap."

Estelle put it on the forging table casually. Estelle opened another bottle mixed with water and drank it.

After quenching, the blacksmith puts the semi-finished knife aside.

Seeing that Estelle had already drunk it readily, he picked up the bottle on the forging table. He pulled out the cork and poured it with his head up.

Listening to the sound of "rolling" throat, Estelle felt astonished.

He had thought about Orario's adventurer drinking too much, but the blacksmith directly drank half a bottle of liquor, half a catty of high-grade liquor, and his face didn't change at all.

Is Elf's alcohol tolerance so low?

"Damn it, it looks like a bottle of wine won't make him drunk."

While thinking of this in his heart, Estelle silently canceled the next scene, changed the subject, and said, "By the way, can I trouble you to build some iron arrows for me again?"

As he spoke, he pulled out the remaining twenty damaged arrows in the quiver; at least ten arrows had been completely broken, so he didn't bother to carry them.