Chapter 5 Sequence Eight Hammer

After Camus walked out of the church, he felt a little hungry, but he had nothing but a face full of tattered clothes.

Just as Camus was thinking about what kind of job he was suitable for, a group of beastmen held high banners and marched in the street in an orderly manner.

"Oppose racial discrimination, support democratic parliament, oppose dictatorship, Mayor Darcy Likum step down."

Looking at this group of passionate "people", Camus silently walked to the shop next to him and waited for them to come over. The owner of the shop was a pigman baker, wearing a white work suit, and was holding a shovel to roll the baked bread in the oven. The entire shop was not large. There were some glass shelves on the left, with some finished bread inside. There was a rotating cloth strip above his head, which seemed to drive away flies. On the right was a barbecue grill and a fireplace.

"Damn Mayor Darcy Likum, why do we have to pay twice as much tax? This is discrimination. What do you want, Mr. Elf?"

Camus smiled awkwardly, "I just came in to make way. The street is full. Mr. Pigman, do you know where the job agency is?"

The Pigman didn't buy anything when he heard it, picked up the shovel and pointed to the northwest, "No. 137, Anli Street is the job agency, but they want a resident ID. If you don't have one, don't go there. I see that you are a moon elf and I know you don't have an ID."

Camus spread his hands when he heard it, "Sir, you are right, is there any way to get a resident ID?"

"There is no way. The city of Caldecott will not issue resident IDs to evil races. You are too dangerous and don't love peace and food at all. I don't know what you think in your head?"

"I am not an evil race. I have never done anything bad."

The Pigman wiped the dust from his hands and turned on the oven. A burst of white smoke filled the whole house, and a smell of bread penetrated his heart. The Pigman nodded with satisfaction and put on gloves and brought out the bread. At this time, the Pigman began to answer Camus.

"Common evil races include moon elves, werewolves, vampires, gargoyles, naga, demons, tree demons, yakshas, ​​zombies, sirens, ratmen, etc. In short, these races are not welcome. If you really want to find a job, you can go to the Adventurer's Guild. The premise is that you have the life to get the money. Okay, you can go. Your clothes are really moldy, just like they were taken out of the cemetery. They will pollute the fragrance of the bread."

"Where is the Adventurer's Guild? How to get there?"

The pig man put the bread away and pointed outside, "It's the one that looks like a tall round tower. You can easily identify it. It's at No. 296 Golden Oak Street. Go east from here. It takes about half an hour to walk and more than ten minutes to take the rail bus."

When Camus heard this, he suppressed his hunger. He did see several tall buildings when he entered the city, and the round tower was indeed one of them. Let's go and have a look first.

"Okay, Mr. Pigman, thank you for your help. May the Sun God protect you."

"Of course the Sun God will protect me. I wish you good luck, Moon Elf."

After saying that, Camus glanced at the building and walked over there. It was already noon. The bluestone slabs on the street were shining in the sun. Coupled with the parade just now, there were very few races on the street. The leaves of the maple trees were also sunburned. The shops on both sides were also lifeless. An elephant man was sucking water with his nose and spraying it into mist to cool down the little elephant man. Not far away, under the shade of the trees, The white-bearded antelope man was holding a fan, wearing slippers and a white shirt, playing back-and-forth chess with a lion man. The horses were also stepping restlessly in the sun. Some races riding noble carriages could not stand the high temperature in the carriages and could only go to the cold drink shop next to them to cool down. Camus was also very uncomfortable at this time. He wiped his sweat and walked towards the Adventurer's Guild. It was an eye-opener along the way. Except for the lack of electricity, they had everything they should have. Every life was full of flavor. He also saw some races with muskets and daggers on their waists.

Half an hour later, he panted and wiped his sweat and looked up at the tower. He was soaring into the sky that he was probably hundreds of meters high and about 40 meters wide. There were some white windows with domes on each floor of the tower. Occasionally, people passing by could be seen. There were some figures and monsters carved on the tower. There were circular arches connected to each other underground, and stairs leading directly to the top. Some armed races were coming in and out. There was a semicircular gap at the door. Except for the gap for people to come and go, there were some golden oak trees everywhere. No wonder it was called the Golden Statue Tree Street.

When Camus walked into the house, he found that in addition to the sidewalk, half of it was benches. Some races sat and watched the jumping screen not far away. There was also a counter several tens of meters wide. There were bunny girls, cat girls, fish people, and dragon people in it. They were busy working. They each had their own duties, including issuing tasks, selling news, giving rewards, and collecting money.

Camus glanced at the screen not far away and found that it was some tasks, but he saw someone taking an ID card to take the task, and he had to apply for an ID card.

So Camus looked at the label on the counter and found the identity level. The clerk who registered the identity was a bunny girl. She looked very young and cute. She had pink ears with several earrings hanging on her ears, a pink three-petal mouth, big red eyes, and furry hands. Her body was very human-like. She wore leather armor that exposed her belly button. You couldn't see what was underneath as it was completely blocked by the counter.

Camus saw that he walked over silently to line up. There were three people in front of him, a human with smoky makeup, a pigman in iron armor, and a lizardman carrying a long musket.

The smoky makeup human saw Camus, turned around and smiled, and stretched out his hand, "Hello, Mr. Moon Elf, my name is Monty Goris, Sequence Four Gambler."

Camus looked at him suspiciously when he heard someone greet him. This was a human with dark skin, long brown hair tied up with a rubber band, a pair of deep brown eyes, and some makeup around the eyes was painted black. There was also a silver nose ring on his nose. When he opened his mouth, Camus also saw that he was missing a front tooth, with a colorful stone hanging around his neck, wearing a set of black clothes, a set of brown leather armor on the outside, a pair of black pants, a pair of nail-head shoes full of metal ornaments, and the toes of the shoes were shining. If he was kicked, it would probably be very "cool". There was a short musket and a short knife on his waist.

Seeing Camus looking at this "unsociable" person expressionlessly, "Mondy Goreys" politely extended his hand and took it back.

Seeing Camus stop talking after shaking hands, Goreys shrugged, "Oh... It's very rude not to introduce yourself, Mr. Moon Elf."

Camus raised his hand and pointed at the counter, "It's your turn."

Goreys moved his fingers, turned his head, and smiled at Miss Rabbit.

"Oh... beautiful and generous Miss Rabbit, your charm makes me impressed. Can I buy you a drink? How about at the dwarf tavern? I heard that their oatmeal is very good."

Miss Rabbit looked at Monty Goreys expressionlessly, the earrings on her head shook, and she blinked, "Name, occupation, race, weapon, if you say one more word, I will knock out your remaining front teeth."

Hearing this, Goreys smiled and gazed at Miss Rabbit affectionately, holding the minibus with one hand, and shaking the pointed shoes on the ground. "Oh... Miss Rabbit, my name is Mondi Goreys, occupation sequence four gambler, human, short musket, short knife."

Miss Rabbit calmly recorded Goreys's ID card and handed it to him. After seeing that there was only one Camus, she smiled, "Mr. Moon Elf, can you be faster? I want to talk to Mr. Goreys about life."

Goreys was excited and leaned on the counter next to him, making way for his position and said his information. "Rylimon Camus, Moon Elf, no sequence, no weapon,"

Miss Rabbit silently recorded his information and handed the ID card to Camus. Goreys next to him laughed when he heard that Camus was just a civilian, "Haha... Oh... God, nothing is here to do a mission in the Adventurer's Guild. Sir, I have to admit that you have racked your brains for your death method. You don't even need to prepare a cemetery. Poor Moon Elf."

Miss Rabbit saw that there was no one, and jumped out directly, pinched Goreys's neck expressionlessly and slammed him against the counter.

"Bang..."

Gorris was stunned, and felt the liquid flowing from his nose. He felt unwell. He felt a heavy hammer hit his stomach, and he lay on the ground like a shrimp. Miss Rabbit clapped her hands, "Damo Susie, a soldier in the eighth stage of sequence, Monty Goreys, you can go to accept the mission."

Seeing the rabbit's fist and the long legs in the short skirt, Camus silently removed the label of youth and cuteness in his heart, replaced it with a label of brutality and terror, and took his ID card to accept the mission.

Gorris climbed up with the help of the counter, looked at Susie, and took a breath in pain, "You are brave, you are cruel, I will remember you."

Susie handled the business for a rhino with an expressionless face. Hearing what Goreys said, she said lightly.

"You are welcome to come to me for trouble at any time."