"I came here for one reason," Nesai said, "to look for the traces left by the four ancient gods."
He hid the deeds of Nesis, Lanlewin, Ruimuganger, and the Featherless One, and only mentioned the titles, saying that this was a mission issued to him by the God of Destruction, and it was a hundred-year agreement with the gods. There may be a way to contact the God of Destruction regarding the "Covenant of God Tinel", so don't say more——
This part was naturally made by him.
Un'Goro lost interest after listening for a while, and casually agreed that he would issue a simple announcement in Semeran and set a reward for anyone with information.
"How much the bounty is... you decide."
"So I'll pay this amount?" Nese sneered. The implications of Un'Goro's words could only be missed by the deaf.
"Tsk, tsk."
Angolo shook his head repeatedly, picked up the bottle and drank until every drop was left. "You still don't understand the rules here... This is Semeran. If you make a request to us, you will get 296%. Do you understand? Could it be that the relationship will open up on its own for free?"
"I don't have a single copper right now, so it's zero."
"Zero has zero solution."
Angolo showed a drunken smile, "Just the publicity effect may not be that good. It's not good. It's best not to expect it. Don't look at me, I want to help you, but some bastards also treat me as an outsider!
You have to rely on yourself, but that's okay. The first lesson in Semeran: everyone has to rely on themselves. This course is free. "
"No need to say more, that's it." Nesai said.
"good."
Angoro burped wildly as he walked past Nesse and put his hands on his shoulders.
Generally this action represents four meanings: barber, wife, "I can twist your head off at any time", and the sum of the above three.
"I will go to watch your performance in three days. Now pray to your evil god that everything will come true. Work hard, kid!"
Un'Goro slapped Nese on the shoulders repeatedly and sighed loudly and dramatically - he was either bad and stupid, or worse but smart. "Tear the Lightless One to pieces smoothly.
In this way, your head does not need to be immersed in the sulfuric acid pool in the square to make magic-killing water, and your body does not need to be used as a culture medium, filled with holes, and fleshy onion seedlings grow out of it. Especially when you're alive, don't ask me how I know. "
"That's a good reminder. It's time to let me go." Nese said coldly.
"I forgot." Angoro laughed.
The straps that nailed the seat snapped back like a well-fed snake.
Nese moved her hands and feet and felt the blood begin to flow again.
"We are very busy."
Un'Goro returned to him. "If we let you go, we will have to spend a lot of effort to find other scapegoats to make an explanation for the Feibo Club's clerks."
"Scapegoat? Have you ever considered finding the real murderer?"
"There must be an explanation. There will always be someone who poops their pants, there will always be someone who wipes their butts. There will always be someone who is used to wipe their butts."
Angolo lazily turned the bottle upside down, shook it twice, and threw it aside in frustration. "If we can find the real culprit, there's nothing wrong with it. This is the second lesson in Semoland, especially for clerks.
Now that you are working for us, you can be considered a clerk. Remember my courses, remember my office location, and contact me directly in the future. "
He yawned and looked at Nesse with misty gray-green eyes. "I'm tired. Veled. Is there anything else you want to say?"
…
Since there was nowhere to deliver, Nesse lost the courtesy of being sent off and walked slowly and aimlessly along the street alone.
Fortunately, the western area of Lower Semoland was relatively safe. He found a simple park and sat on a bench. The curvature of the chair made it difficult for him to lie down, and the bruises on his back made it difficult for him to lie down.
Just now... what would happen if I just made a hole in Angolo's head?
Soldiers entered through the door and jumped in through the window. War mages swarmed in. The alarm bells of the floating city rang loudly. Ufa Ufa fired a crossbow in the dark, hitting him right between the eyebrows. Even if he could escape, he would lose the opportunity to continue investigating here and the chance to go to Upper Semeran tomorrow.
Nesad had to think about this repeatedly before convincing herself that it was right to be patient for now.
At the very least, let everything transition naturally to tomorrow morning.
In retrospect, the tavern owner Bono Doze mentioned the "opportunity". What kind of opportunity is it?
He didn't know how long he would have to stay in this weird French city. He should seize every opportunity.
Nese slowly caressed the Mirror of the Past in her arms.
Ungoro is a fool. A warlock among mages, a scum among warlocks.
Although he flaunts his power and unscrupulously displays his barbarism and disgusting truths, as if he is determined to win, cunning and has everything under control, even Veled, who is so close, is the enemy that Ufa has been looking for. Do not know at all.
What he is pursuing so hard is to be less than two meters away from him in the Black Key Mirror of the Past from beginning to end.
ha!
ha!
Thinking of this made him laugh.
The sky was dark red, and everything seemed to be covered in blood. It was three o'clock in the morning when he came, maybe it would be dawn. Maybe it's the next moment.
Waiting until the next moment is no big deal.
Waiting until dawn is no big deal.
ha!
ha!
He has not yet found the plane passage to send a letter to the teacher.
Nesai sat blankly, glancing at the scattered papers on the ground in front of her.
These are leaflets. He has been there all along the way. Recruitment information for gangs doing double-dealing, and advertisements for all kinds of magical commodities—many of which would make life worse than death. Seven-tenths of the total were printed and distributed by major cults in the area.
From afar, he saw the same bull-head pattern as the one on the pointed hammer, representing the "Destruction Cult".
Semolan is also a welcoming home for major cults.
Promised Land. That’s right.
The sky turned from deep red to bright red, and it was twilight.
A dark yellow page in the distance caught his attention. Nese stretched out his hand and reluctantly chanted a wind element energy spell. The page swayed and floated into his hand.
It was a flyer for a detective agency.
"Dix Detective Agency". Open all night.
There is a portrait of Mohu printed on it. He is a young man with curly hair and a mustache. This should be the detective from the detective agency.
Nesse scanned the content above. He knows what a detective agency does. Several larger baronies in Vicardo have such places.
Open detective agencies are inferior to real royal spies and well-trained private spies. Most of the time it's just a small matter of collecting information about your spouse's mistress.
However, since this Dix Detective Agency operates outside the law, Semoland's words...
Detective agencies can also find people.
He looked at the address.
East End. Boni Street. Boni Street is a path leading directly to the cemetery. It was much further east than the tavern he had stayed in before, the "Smashed Butt".
"You can only go further east."
Is this really the case?
Nese took a deep breath and stood up.
