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Beach City.

This is a small city in the west of the Dona Empire, close to the border with the Tazan Empire.

It is basically located on the edge of the battlefield where the two countries are at war.

Because it is close to the barren border, there are few large-scale cities and villages in this area, and the small beach city can be regarded as the most prosperous area here.

It is also the only place where the Adventurer's Association is settled.

The Adventurer's Association in Beach City is different from the ones in big cities, it is very simple. Strictly speaking, it is not an association, more like a tavern.

Association receptionists here, and even part-time bartender positions to earn extra money.

morning.

In this informal association, as usual, various adventurers and mercenaries gathered. These sloppy guys are drinking and having fun while discussing tasks.

The entire association was filled with the smell of alcohol and hormones.

Squeak——

The wooden door of the association was pushed open.

Someone walked in with the cold wind.

Because Beach City is in the northwest, the weather will be colder after autumn.

At first, not many adventurers at the scene cared who the person who opened the door was, after all, it was a place full of people coming and going.

It wasn't until someone whistled at the person who came in that more and more eyes focused on the person who came in.

Undoubtedly, it was a woman who came in, she didn't seem to be very old, and there was only one person.

In this barren land near the border, female adventurers who act alone are rare.

Even fewer at such a young age.

She wears a hooded cloak with fur that hides her face. Her cloak is open, and a crossbow, a dagger, and a short sword can be seen pinned to her waist, which is tied with a leather belt.

Or, from the front, the figure of this female adventurer seems to be very good.

This caused a certain frivolous mercenary to whistle at her.

The short moccasin boots on the female adventurer's feet stopped, and she turned her head slightly to confirm the source of the whistle.

All I saw was a greasy-looking young mercenary, who was sitting straddling the bench by the wine table, with his thighs spread wide, grinning wretchedly at her.

The female adventurer shook her head, sighed, and raised her hand.

The crossbow at her waist was held in her right hand for some reason.

Boom!

In the next second, the feathered arrow shot out and nailed straight to the bench where the mercenary was sitting, about seven or eight centimeters away from his crotch.

This set of movements is smooth and flowing.

The greasy-looking mercenary obviously didn't expect to come out like this, and he was stunned for a while with his legs wide open.

After he reacted, he patted and sat, swearing and saying some vulgar words, putting on airs, and trying to stand up aggressively.

But the young female adventurer didn't like that at all.

Standing still, his right hand was raised steadily again.

This time, her crossbow aimed at the opponent's head.

The greasy mercenary paused again.

Immediately afterwards, he felt the mocking eyes of other adventurers around him.

Oh, no, it's not just the eyes, many people have already laughed out loud.

Also, those association receptionists who were part-time bartenders also set their sights on him.

The Adventurer's Association is an association after all, no matter how informal it looks.

There are rules to be followed here.

The greasy mercenary was rude in the front, and the female adventurer fought back. If you start a fight here, the mercenaries are all dwarves, and the people in the association will not be used to him.

So, he was cowardly.

The mercenary stared at the female adventurer angrily, and then wanted to save face with a harsh word.

But looking at the gleaming feathered arrow on the crossbow, he couldn't even speak harsh words, so he could only blushed and sat down amidst the laughter of the crowd.

The female adventurer silently put away her bow and crossbow, continued to move her small buckskin boots, and walked towards the bar.

"Show me the most recent entrusted tasks, the one with the most money." Her voice was clear, but with a slight accent that Dona people would not have.

"any drinks?"

The receptionist glanced at her and handed out a yellowed piece of paper.

However, this is not a task list, but a drink menu.

"I want to see the commission." The female adventurer repeated her words impatiently, then took out a metal round card and placed it on the bar.

That's an adventurer's certificate, A rank.

Several adventurers near the bar caught a glimpse of the round card and couldn't help smacking their lips in surprise.

A rank adventurer.

No wonder he dared to use his weapon directly at that greasy mercenary just now.

If this certificate was really hers, few of the people present would be capable of provoking her.

Even if the mercenary who just suffered under her hands had left the association, in a one-on-one situation, he had to keep his head down and walk around when he saw her.

In addition, this round card voucher, in some detailed engravings, has the characteristics of the Adventurer's Association on Tazan.

But it doesn't matter.

Be it the Adventurers Association, the Merchant Association, or the Musicians Association, these organizations are all located across several Grand Duchies, and have stations in various countries.

Especially the Adventurer's Association, as long as you are an adventurer, any station will recognize your identity.

Even if a female adventurer like this, when Dona and Tazan were still at war, no one would care if she took out a round card certificate that clearly belonged to Tazan and blatantly appeared in the association in Dorna.

Adventurers and mercenaries are originally extremely neutral groups.

Most people do things for whoever gives them money.

The receptionist picked up the round card, checked it and put it down again.

The general adventurer's certificate bears the owner's name or code.

Underneath this sign is engraved, spiny boa.

It is probably the code name used by this female adventurer, and it is a kind of python living in the Tazan area.

Then, the receptionist's tone was a little more respectful, but he didn't change his position: "Miss Thornboa, there are a lot of A-level adventurers here recently. What would you like to drink?"

In this informal association in Beach City, it seems to be an unwritten rule to order wine and earn some money for the receptionist before accepting commissions.

It seems that the association receptionist in front of him has a strange insistence in some strange places.

The anaconda recalled, sighing a little speechlessly.

She picked up the yellowed wine list, stretched out her slender index finger and clicked on one of them.

Then he took out his purse and poured out some money.

Her money was all loose copper nars.

The anaconda dispensed fifteen coppers on the bar counter, with a slightly reluctant expression: "Warm a bowl of wine."

What she wants is bad wine.

In the west of Dona, and some women in the Tarzan area, they drink wine in cold weather.

"Yes, miss."

The receptionist nodded, and then handed out a stack of handwritten order lists, and then turned to prepare wine.