"Jiang Yu was a very handsome young man before the revelation ceremony."
Shen Yan's pupils were dilated.
hiss.
No wonder, no wonder Dong Da calls her brother Jiang Yu every time, arms around each other, the scene is strange.
Shen Yan thought it was because the two of them were close friends and became close friends.
But now it seems that they are really good friends.
Shen Yan's expression gradually solidified: "Is it really so secretive?"
Becoming a powerful mercenary indeed requires unimaginable courage. When Shen Yan thought of this result, he had an illusion that it was a little heavy in front and a little empty below.
How do you adapt to your new life? The body...the body structure has changed, will there be strange changes in the psychology as well?
Many worries and questions began to run through Shen Yan's mind, and then his body trembled. What he was worried about had not happened to him yet.
Zhao Kuo was about to say something when a young man with brown hair came over. He was tall and thin, but he looked a little shy.
He came to find Jiang Yu, holding two fruits in his hand.
"Our mercenary team went to the Emerald Forest, and I happened to share two fruits. Can you try them?"
Jiang Yu hugged the young man's shoulders: "Brother, it's true."
The young man's face turned red, and he glanced down, panicking.
Jiang Yu also looked down: "I'm squeezing you, why don't you help me move? This thing is really not convenient, Shen."
The bun crumbs in Shen Yan's mouth almost fell out.
At this time, Zhao Kuo answered Shen Yan's question: "This is not the only mysterious thing."
Then he pointed at a middle-aged uncle in the Tiger and Leopard Mercenary Group, Zara with a beard, which was a bit messy.
Shen Yan couldn't help but swallowed: "Could it be that Uncle Guo was a little girl before the revelation ceremony?"
Really, he was so confused now that he no longer looked at Zhao Kuo like a macho man.
Zhao Kuo glanced at Shen Yan: "Every year, he forgets all his previous memories. There is a cycle of one year, but one year he will remember all the memories again."
Shen Yan: "..."
There is a new understanding of the three basic mercenary rituals.
At this time, a special person came to the noodle stall, Zhao Lan, still a young man dressed in Gothic style and with an elegant manner, who was a little out of tune with the people around him.
This guy hasn't been here for many days.
The locust cub was the first to run over and grabbed two handfuls of grasshoppers from the shadow.
"Yeah, you still dare to come."
Zhao Lan: "Three steamed buns and one bowl of porridge."
The locust cubs were shocked. This man...acted like he was fine.
The locust cub was so angry that he stomped on the ground: "10 copper doves."
Then he glanced around, trying to prevent Shen Yan from leaving grasshoppers all over the shop.
Today, Zhao Lan was a little different, carrying a big box on his back.
This is a sacred vessel. Large sacred vessels that are inconvenient to carry will be placed in such a box.
There is a mechanism on the box, which makes it easy to touch the sacred objects inside the box.
Zhao Lan found a spot casually, his eyes glancing towards Zhao Kuo from time to time.
As if he wanted to show something, he opened the sacred vessel and touched the sacred vessel inside, seeming to be a little stubborn and proud.
A very complicated young man, while touching the sacred vessel, glanced sideways, as if to attract others' attention.
Zhao Kuo didn't even raise his head. He probably couldn't understand some of his brother's strange behaviors and thoughts. Well, he hadn't understood it since he was a child.
Shen Yan glanced at it, but was stunned.
In the sacred weapon box, what is exposed is a gun barrel. Is this the very powerful sacred weapon that Zhao Lan has worn since he was a child, but still has not successfully performed the "Lin Yuan Ritual" and cannot summon heroic spirits?
I saw that this gun was very powerful, sharp, and the head of the gun had an inward hook, not an ordinary right angle.
From thin to thick, the layers are even.
The most special thing is that the body of the gun is engraved with densely packed words like earthworms, which looks a bit mysterious and strange.
Shen Yan sighed secretly, it was actually it.
First, the Tiger-headed Zhan Golden Spear was placed in the hands of Xiao Lingchen, the White King of the Spirit Clan, and now he saw this one again.
At this time, Zhao Kuo said: "If you really want to perform the revelation ceremony, you need to do it step by step."
"Start with the weakest aberration first."
"The mental infection caused by aberrations is the least. If aberrations appear in the city, they will be collected privately by various mercenary groups for the purpose of performing enlightenment rituals."
Shen Yan came to his senses, but still wants to keep the aberrant body secret?
He always felt a little perverted and disgusting, because he remembered that the one he met last time was chopped into pieces by Zhao Lan's Ming Dynasty Jinyiwei. He had to pick it up, mend it, and store it?
It was also a pity that he had put in a little effort into the aberrant body last time, but Zhao Lan didn't seem to want it, so he left, and he didn't know who he gave the advantage to in the end.
There are corpses crawling out of the sewers in the city every now and then, but by the time the news is received, they will probably be the prey of other mercenary groups.
Shen Yan thought for a while: "Where can I get news about the aberrations?"
Shen Yan thought to himself that although the revelation ceremony was strange, the danger was too unpredictable. If it was a few days ago, he might not have had such courage, but... who let him see Xiliang Jinma Chao with his own eyes.
An eternal hero, an unparalleled hero.
If there is one standing behind me, tsk tsk, stand in line...
That kind of irresistible hope is unimaginable. At least for now, it is a temptation that Shen Yan cannot resist.
People always have a sense of luck. Looking at the mercenaries in the mercenary city, they are still living well.
Shen Yan felt that he should not be so unlucky.
Zhao Kuo said directly: "In the mercenary tavern in the city, each mercenary group will receive tasks and release tasks at the nearby mercenary tavern. They are the best informed."
Shen Yan was slightly startled: "Mercenary Tavern? Selling alcohol?"
It is not in line with the current situation of the mercenary city. Brewing requires a large amount of food, which is unrealistic.
Zhao Kuo also looked at Shen Yan strangely: "Who said the mercenary tavern sells alcohol?"
"It just inherited the name from who knows when, and it has always been called that."
Shen Yan: "..."
Well, the pub doesn't sell alcohol.
Shen Yan became interested and took Zhao Kuo to visit the mercenary tavern in the city. With luck, he might be able to get a deformed body: "We'll count the money when we come back, tsk tsk, there's such a bronze dove." How could it be as enjoyable as counting the copper doves when the time comes?"
Zhao Kuo thought for a while and happened to go to the mercenary tavern to meet someone.
Get up and walk towards the city.
On the seat, Zhao Lan's face was stiff, his mind was full of thoughts, and he didn't even look at him. Why?
Zhao Lan angrily picked up the holy vessel and returned to Shangcheng District.
The locust cubs shrank their necks at the sight. What happened? Why is this little bastard still angry?
Zhao Lan returned to the Jagged Mercenary Group, carrying a pack of take-out buns in his hand.
With a very bad look on his face, he went to heat the buns, but they were already cold.
I don’t know if it was the smell of the food that attracted a little girl like a little princess.
Looking at Zhao Lan with beautiful eyes like Kazilan, it was Zhao Lan's sister Beier.
Zhao Lan handed over a steamed bun.
Belle took it obediently, prayed silently for a while, and said devoutly: "Thank God for giving me food."
Then she took a bite, and the delicious taste made the little girl squint her eyes.
Just as he was about to take the second bite, Zhao Lan stretched out his hand and took away the bun from Beier's hand.
Zhao Lan gnawed on the buns as he left: "Dear sister, you should continue to pray to your god. He is so kind and will definitely give you the most delicious food. Well, remember to thank it."
…
Lower town, mercenary bar.
Zhao Kuo walked in with Shen Yan.
Mixed voices, rude laughter, and talk about beautiful and hot dancers without restraint.
Passionate, intense, exploration, adventure.
Such a place seems to be a manifestation of the main theme of this world.
When the door opened, the sound stopped for a moment.
At this time, a vicissitudes of life called to the door: "Take care of the child, my dear former commander."
There was familiarity and ridicule in his tone.
All around, whistles sounded one after another.
Zhao Kuo said "hmm" and walked towards the man.
Shen Yan was sticking his head out from behind Zhao Kuo: "..."
Say who?
Shen Yan looked at the person opposite Zhao Kuo. His long hair was quite clean, and he had an uninhibited poet's air. The wrinkles on his face showed the other person's experience.
A skinny old man with a dusty face, always with a see-through smile on his face.
Zhao Kuo introduced: "Kriti, a wandering poet and a magical traveler, can always bring some unexpected news to people, although these news are often accompanied by bad luck."
A simple introduction.
Kriti, this little old man, is very famous in every city because he has been to too many places and knows too many secrets that no one knows. He is a respectable wise man.
This little old man's character is also extremely weird. He doesn't like money. Fame means nothing to him, and power is not worth mentioning.
But he has a well-known hobby. He likes to collect all kinds of interesting and unknown information. He seems to have the ultimate worship of old documents, constantly testing the edges of danger, and is willing to pay generous rewards for it.
For example, before Shen Yan and Zhao Kuo arrived, Kriti caused a small sensation in the mercenary tavern.
He has a very old wooden box in his hand, which is said to be a gift from the ruins.
Of course, you still have to judge the authenticity yourself.
The unknown wooden box in Kriti's hand is said to be a gift from the ruins. His request is that as long as someone can provide him with interesting or useful information, he will give the box directly to that person.
Perhaps no one would believe it when others say this, but when it comes from Kriti’s mouth, no one doubts it, because this is Kriti. He does such things often, and there are always lucky people who are favored by the traveler Kriti. The news came.
Therefore, the mercenary bar was extremely lively, but none of their news seemed to impress Kriti, a well-informed traveler.
Shen Yan looked at the wooden box on the table in a daze. The box was quite big. Isn't this... the medicine box used by doctors in ancient times when they visited the clinic?
The material is boxwood. Judging from the carvings and patterns, it must be from the Northern Song Dynasty.
There were mercenaries around who came forward to try, but the news or stories they brought seemed too sparse and ordinary.
At this time, Shen Yan's eyes moved and he said, "How about I try?"
Kriti said "Oh" interestingly, and then looked at Zhao Kuo: "The child you brought is quite interesting."
Then he looked at Shen Yan and smiled wisely: "Even if he brought you, if your news or story is not interesting enough, you still won't be able to exchange for this box."
Shen Yan said: "I'll just give it a try. The old gentleman can decide for himself whether it's interesting or meaningful."
Shen Yanzhen just gave it a try.
The surrounding sounds seemed to be quieter again.
Shen Yan sorted out the word order and said:
"Ranking of holy weapons among spears, the seventh spear in the world, the tiger-headed golden spear, belongs to the heroic spirit Xiliang Jin Ma Chao, and the current owner is Xiao Lingchen, the White King of the Spirit Tribe."
With just one sentence, the entire mercenary bar fell silent.
News about the legendary mercenary, Xiao Lingchen, the White King of the Spirit Tribe?
The Spirit Race lives in the Emerald Forest all year round, and there is very little news about them, let alone about the White King Xiao Lingchen.
Everyone knows that Xiao Lingchen's sacred weapon is a gun.
But, Tiger Head Zhan Golden Gun? Ranked seventh in the world? The summoned heroic spirit Xiliang Jin Ma Chao?
Why does it feel like there is an inexplicable hot blood rushing to the top of my head, as if something in the mercenary's blood has been triggered.
The blood is boiling. Mercenaries are actually a group that loves to inquire about news, especially news about powerful people.
It actually stunned people for a moment.
Is this still possible? Can holy weapons still be ranked? How could such news spread about that lonely lone ranger from the Spirit Tribe?
No wonder Xiao Lingchen has been so powerful since he appeared in the world. He has such a powerful sacred weapon.
The gun holy weapon ranks seventh. Zi, just a few words, the blood in the body seems to be boiling.
This is a world that revolves around the sacred vessel.
Shen Yan looked at Kriti and saw the old man frowning, thinking that he was not satisfied. He thought about it and said again:
"Ranking of sacred weapons of the gun type, the tenth gun in the world, the golden furnace gun, the heroic spirit it belongs to, the gun warlock Lu Junyi, the current holder..."
There was a pause.
"City of Mercenaries, Iron-Blooded Mercenary Group, Zhao Lan."
