Chapter 283: What are you mumbling about?

The past three days were the happiest days of Abi's life since he could remember.

Money!

That was a pile of gold coins that the Abi of a few days ago couldn't even imagine—one bag after another, a whole backpack full.

Before this, he had never imagined that he, from a rural background, could live such a wonderful life, eating all three meals a day at the White Tit.

He could casually select any dish on the menu that made him hungry without any scruples, could easily buy a whole set of equipment at the "Rock Hammer" blacksmith shop that he didn't even dare to enter before, and could grab a handful of gold coins and stuff them into the envelope sent home without even counting.

The few gold coins he had earned through painstaking effort by risking his life and fighting various monsters while carrying his head on his belt in the past.

Now, they weren't even as much as the tips he casually threw to the waiters in the casino.

In just three days, his identity had transformed from a "bottom-level down-and-out adventurer" and "poor guy" into the object most envied by gamblers and the happiest person in the entire Hegu Town (self-proclaimed).

Abi had earned a full five hundred gold coins!

And the price paid was just standing up from the card table and gathering the chips piled on the table into his arms, consuming that little bit of physical strength.

He didn't realize that when he gently turned his wrist and flipped the card, and could earn the wealth that used to take half a year of effort to accumulate in just 0.5 seconds, his concept of money had already changed quietly.

He didn't even have the concept related to it in his brain.

Following human instinct, the gradually expanding desire had long since buried the already murky rationality into a corner of his brain that couldn't be seen.

Make money! Vent! Indulge!

These were all the thoughts in Abi's heart at the moment.

"Is the building next to this the Adventurer Association of our Hegu Town?"

In his brain, a hoarse, magnetic, low male voice echoed quietly, the tone intimate and carrying a hint of inexplicable temptation.

"You should have been in there quite a few times, right?"

Abi's expression paused slightly, but he didn't have the panic and loss of composure he had when he first heard this voice; he just subconsciously raised his hand to touch his chest, pressing a certain hard object under his shirt deeper.

Looking around somewhat deliberately like a thief, seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he lowered his voice and pretended to talk to himself:

"Didn't I say don't talk to me outside! What if someone discovers..."

"The second floor of the association, you shouldn't have been up there."

The magnetic male voice interrupted Abi's questioning at the right time with a gentle tone that didn't make one feel offended at all.

"Only 'professionals' can step onto the second floor. Have you ever thought about what's up there?"

"Is it more considerate and pleasant receptionist ladies, reward missions with more generous rewards, or... those combat techniques that can't be seen on the market?"

"Do you want to go up?"

The hoarse male voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to contain some kind of unknown magic, making one subconsciously listen intently, remembering every word echoing in his brain deeply.

Having stayed up all night in the casino, immersed in the pleasure of losing and winning, Abi's spirit, which was both excited and exhausted, and incomparably weak, was almost instantly led by the male voice into that beautiful reverie about the future.

They were once members of the same squad; "Green Blood" and "Grey Sword" had already obtained professional levels, so there was no reason why he couldn't.

That he was shallow in strength right now was just because his experience was still shallow and he hadn't had enough adventure training, which didn't mean that the future him definitely couldn't catch up with the two.

And if he became a professional in the future, he definitely wouldn't be like he was now, singing in the tavern hall when drunk and no one recognizing him, and maybe he could even own a prestigious name like "Green Blood."

By then, having earned enough gold coins, he would...

Suddenly, the last shred of sanity left in his brain made him feel as if he had been pricked by a needle, and his whole person instantly sobered up.

A hint of obvious vigilance appeared on his face:

"Why are you asking this?"

"I'm still far from obtaining a professional level; there's no need to consider so far!"

Although he was from a rural background, as long as they were children who grew up on this land, from the princes and princesses in the palace to the homeless in the slums, they must have heard many evil stories passed down among people from childhood to adulthood.

Accidental encounters, bewitchment, gains at the beginning, ecstasy, a sudden turn for the worse in the middle, despair, and finally being taken away by the soul and falling into hell.

The same tone, the lessons of thousands of years, passed down from generation to generation, made people have an instinctive vigilance against those existences hidden in the shadows that bewitched others with interests and greed.

Abi considered himself very sober.

He knew that the thing he was currently in contact with extremely likely existed with some kind of hidden danger.

But since he could stand here safely now, it meant that the other party couldn't do anything to him, a bottom-level adventurer.

As long as he didn't sign any form of written contract with any existence like in the legends, his life safety wouldn't be affected.

And during this period, he could use the other party's power as much as possible to grab benefits for himself.

The part of the brain responsible for alertness was quietly blinded by the effect of magic particles, not realizing that his thoughts had already slipped to a dangerous edge.

Abi analyzed the pros and cons in it seemingly soberly, trying to use those powers beyond imagination with a mortal body.

In fact, the devil's claw reaching out from the hell abyss had already quietly gripped his soul along with those gold coins he stuffed into his pockets.

"Oh~ it is indeed as you said, but... professionals are also walked up step by step."

Detecting the slight resistance revealed in Abi's words, the tone and attitude of that male voice also changed, from the original low-pitched temptation to the excited and upward encouragement.

"Now... let us scrape the first bucket of gold for your future professional path from those damn casino owners!"

Emotions were invisibly guided, and the slight vigilance that had just risen in his heart was buried by desire in the blink of an eye.

On Abi's face, which was slightly pale under the sunlight, was excitement and agitation for those gold coins that were about to be put into his pockets and were flickering with golden light.

He strode toward another casino in town.

On his chest, the surface of the hard object hidden inside his shirt flashed with a hint of magic light.

Humans, after all, are just humans.

Even if they were told many precautions, repeated and exhorted again and again, and countless painful cases were placed in front of them.

Jealousy, lust, gluttony...

As long as there is still greed deep in the heart, for those existences that feed on desire and souls, it is as conspicuous as fireflies in the dark night.

Everyone is like this, maintaining the highest degree of vigilance against themselves at the beginning.

But as long as you reach out and pinch it gently, holding what you seek in your palm, supplemented by a few simple seductive words, the distance to complete depravity... is only one step away.

Not urgent, and "his" goal is by no means the cheap soul of this person who hasn't even obtained a professional level yet.

Patience is the prerequisite for everything.

"Do you think I will win too much in the same casino and be discovered by others? Maybe I should go to Niumu; I heard that the number and scale of casinos there are much stronger than Hegu Town."

Gradually walking toward the abyss, the voice of words carried by desire sounded in the air.

Even without thinking, the experience repeated countless times over thousands of years, the world's most top-level rhetoric, organized language for "him" as if by instinct:

"Of course you can! Like a big city like Niumu..." ===== CHAPTER 284 =====