Du Lu'er finally returned, drunk, only after the sky had gone completely dark.
He was a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard, dressed in hardened leather armor. Even when he went out drinking, he still remained fully armed.
A long dagger, two throwing knives, a throwing axe, a crossbow, a powerful bow, a fully automatic pistol, a longsword, and the bottles and jars hanging from his waist... This was the value of the Survival Expert's class trait, "No Disadvantage in All-Terrain Combat."
Born among the Black Hawks, he had grown up in the deep mountains and naturally became an excellent hunter. But he had not chosen to join a mercenary group and become a notorious war mercenary. Instead, he had left his homeland to become a bodyguard for adventurers and archaeologists in other countries.
It was a comfortable and carefree life.
Du Lu'er only needed to feed himself.
He was a homeless wanderer who could die at any time—he had no parents, no wife, no children, no master, and no disciples. So he had no worries whatsoever. He spent all the money he earned from his missions on food, drink, entertainment, and upgrading his equipment.
He never saved a penny. He spent it all.
Whenever he ran out of money, he would find a job—anyway, if he failed a mission, he would be dead. It was much better to spend all his money before dying than to die with money left over.
And a Fourth Level Survival Expert never had to worry about finding work, nor did he need to fear running out of money and being unable to find a job. After all these years, he had earned himself the resounding nickname of "Rogue" in the trade.
He had originally planned to eat and drink with Encyclopedia and Little