"By the way, I've always wanted to ask before, but I haven't found the best opportunity." After Renard said that, he returned to his usual smile.

"This is strange. You still have time to feel embarrassed." Allen rolled his eyes and looked at the other party.

"Since there is no chance, let it go."

"No, you think such a good opportunity is just for chatting?" Renard became anxious when he heard Allen's words and said quickly.

"In this way, I don't think my mood is suitable for conversation now." Allen smiled wickedly, "If you let me punch, I might be in a good mood."

"I'll treat you to ice-patterned juice." Renard looked at the other party and said in a very disadvantageous manner.

"I heard that the lava volcano cake there seemed to be very good." Alan said casually after hearing the other party's answer.

"Please, I'll do it." Renard said gritting his teeth.

"It seems like there is something else..." Allen was still dissatisfied.

"Brother, you're my brother, right? I really have no money lately." Renard was almost speechless as he heard Allen's statement.

"Look at you, you feel sorry for just a little money. Don't call me brother. You are so much older than me, don't you even want your face?" Allen was surprised when he heard the other party's words. Although what Renard said seemed like a joke, he still felt something was wrong.

Because Renard is a magician who can advance to silver at any time at any time after the peak of the Black Iron Level. Even if he considers the other party's identity as a necromancer, he is also a resident doctor in the execution department. No matter how much he says, he can't be short of money to this point.

"Hey, I said, you are also a person with status. Why are you shameless now? Are you so short of money?" Alan said, and walked towards the door of the secret room.

"You're calling it a little, do you know how much that little cake costs?" Renard said angrily after hearing Allen's words.

"How many."

"One Kimpton has 50 silver nals."

"So much." Allen paused after hearing this price, stopped and waited for Renard behind.

"Yes, this is still the internal special supply price. Everyone has a supply quota every day. You can buy it yourself and give it to friends and family members, but if you buy it and sell it, you will be severely punished and not loaned."

"So that's the case. Hey hey hey, what do you think I'm doing? Do I seem to be someone who can do that?" Allen looked angry at Renard's eyes.

"Okay, let's go." Renard was not as depressed as if he had used all his life before, and crossed Alan and opened the door of the secret room.

Alan squirmed at the back of his lips. Why did he knock on the other party's snatch and feel that the other party was not concerned at all? Did this time knock too lightly? Alan couldn't help but fall into deep thought when he thought of this.

...

When they walked to the deck where the two of them drank ice-patterned juice in one go, Allen and Renard walked to the familiar seat and made it. Each of them received a ice-patterned juice and a small lava volcano cake.

"What is this thing that I bought is so expensive?" Allen asked in confusion as he looked at the small cake that was served.

The fiery red solution slowly flows down from a cake that looks like a miniature volcano. There are rugged rocks on the volcano. The lone peaks are decorated with food that looks like gray-black volcano rocks. Under the dark red color of the volcano rocks at the bottom of the mountain, it is like a red-gold solution slowly flowing under the volcano, just like the slurry on the volcano.

"Actually, this cake is not very expensive. Even if the craft is realistic, it will only be a few silver ners at most." Renard skillfully picked up the white porcelain spoon delivered with the cake, dug a large mouthful and put it into his mouth, and said while eating.

"The most important and most precious thing is this solution, have you seen it?" Renard scooped up a spoonful of red and golden solution that looked like slurry and put it directly into his mouth.

"This is a magic potion made of a variety of magic plant materials. The most important one of the magic plants is the pyrotechnic lava bacteria, which is a rare magic plant that only grows next to magma, and is very expensive."

"Of course, don't think about it. How could this kind of good thing be sold to you at such a cheap price? The potions here have been diluted, and the content of the pyrotechnic lava bacteria can be said to be extremely small."

"Then what are the benefits of eating this?" Allen asked in confusion. After all, as long as the food here is not involved in extraordinary things, it is generally extremely cheap, just like the food in the cafeteria can be eaten for free, as long as you finish it.

"This thing is not very useful to us, but it has some effect on you fighters. It can stimulate your blood flow, nourish your body, and eliminate hidden injuries in your body. It can be said that after training, it will have a very good effect."

"But don't think about it." Renard looked up at Allen's somewhat anticipated face and said before the other party could eat it. "This is not any other reason, but you are now at the Black Iron Level. You can eat this thing once a while, and the effect is good. If you want to see the real effect, you have to eat it frequently."

"But that way, it's more expensive than buying a potion reagent directly, so there's no need."

"Oh." Alan sighed without saying anything, but just ate his own food dullly. But not long after, his face turned from gloomy to sunny again and became extremely happy. After all, this cake was really delicious. The feeling of a bite of cake and juice reminded Allen of the happy days of a fat man in his previous life.

The two of them were relatively speechless, just silencedly eating what was in front of them. They knew that they were about to finish eating and remembered the reason why they came here.

"By the way, you wanted to ask me what you were doing just now." Allen ate the delicious cake in small mouthfuls. After all, there was only such a little left. Looking at such a large Flame Mountain, it could not withstand Alan's food. There was only one pedestal left of a mountain.

"I just want to ask why you chose the Warrior profession." Renard also remembered the purpose of coming here, savoring the delicious food in his mouth, and then swallowed it for a long time and asked.

"Are you wrong? You are willing to treat me to a meal for this problem?" Although he took advantage of it, Allen said bluntly.

"You may not understand what the transfer ceremony means yet." Renard was not annoyed, but just smiled and said, drinking ice-patterned juice.

"If I were not sure, would I make a choice in a hurry?" Allen retorted directly after hearing the other party's words.

"Very good, so since you know, then you should understand what kind of profession the warrior is. His mortality rate can be said to be one of the largest professions when he was at the Black Iron level."

"I understand, and I understand, you choose a war vocationalist, but I don't understand that you don't choose a rogue who is versatile, nor do you choose a ranger who can hide behind the team."

"You should know that when you finish training you need to accept tasks to obtain the necessary training resources. By then, your warrior profession will be very unfavorable."

"You have to know that warriors lack the means of killing most extraordinary things at the Black Iron Level, and also lack the methods to deal with many extraordinary professions. Simply put, there are few ways to directly fight against spell casters. You are often the battlefield defenders, and you should understand this."

"At the Black Iron Level, the extraordinary are often used as surprises to perform some tasks that are not convenient for large-scale troops to perform, so it is often in the squad mode."

"The other professions of war vocationists are very good at saving lives, but for warriors, they are often used for strong attacks, and they cut off the rear when the mission fails, so the mortality rate remains high."

After hearing the other party's words, Allen was not impatient, and was slow to scoop the cake on the plate decorated with exquisite patterns.

"Then why are you talking to me about this? I have already held the transfer ceremony. It's too late for what you said." Allen put down the spoon, looked at the other party, and asked with a smile.

"I'm not saying the shortcomings of the warriors like you, nor is it to change anything. I know you have your own ideas, and I don't question or argue, after all, this is your decision."

"But I don't think you are the kind of short-sighted person, so I believe your choice has some reason after all, and I want to understand this." Renard said in Allen's eyes very seriously.

The brown eyes reflected Renard's serious expression, and the owner of his eyes just smiled softly.

"I know your doubts, but I'm sorry, you may not agree with my thoughts too much."

"I want to live and live longer because I know that only by living in this world can I pursue what I want."

"In the past, I more or less understood what my parents had done and the enemies I was going to face."

"I can clearly know that they didn't mean to me too much, so all I have to do is to live hard and keep growing stronger until I am stronger than anyone else."

"From the data, we can see that the mortality rate of warriors at the Black Iron level is extremely high, but what you haven't discovered is that the warrior profession is also the highest balance, whether it is adapted to various terrains, the adaptation to various enemies, or the development in various aspects." Alan looked at Renard and said calmly.

"And, I'm very optimistic about my decision."

"It's their business for them to have a high mortality rate." Allen finally said this, but Renard understood his unfinished words.
Chapter completed!