Adventurers are also divided into three, six or nine levels. Among them, mercenary groups are far superior to wandering soldiers, and this guy is probably at the bottom. Uriel felt that the fundamental reason why he was alone was not to treat people to drink tomato juice.
In the eyes of Danlao people, the servants of dark wizards dress very strangely. He wore a thick squirrel skin hat on his head, but he only wore an undershirt on his upper body, and his rusty mail was draped on the back of the chair. His trousers were as dirty as the soles of his shoes, as if he had just returned from a field mole hunt with a poor harvest. Only the dagger at his waist proved his identity, for the peasant knew how to hold a shovel. The thing hung in front of his thigh at a rather courageous angle, not like a rider's habit. To be honest, neither would I.
But in the eyes of Uriel and York, this look was very familiar. He comes from the south, where the frost moon is far colder than Monian Toros. Most people who are used to the severe cold in the south will think that there is no winter in Danglao at all.
"York! Regular customer." The adventurer waved his arms in greeting, his palms covered with fingerless gloves. "Bringing new surprises. Want to try the fruit pie?"
York took Uriel and sat down at the other end of the table. He glanced around. "Where?"
"In the cook's pot. Thanks for the treat."
Uriel patted Sita on the shoulder, "As it should be." York glared at the other party with disgust, and reluctantly got up to buy fruit pie. He must have been cursing the adventurer when he took one bite and found the fruit was full of cockroaches.
"So, which part do you want to listen to? The whole story is divided into three parts, from the attic to the balcony, and then from the balcony to the hall. Finally, it is the climax of walking through the flaming hall and escaping from the devil's cave." The adventurer said enthusiastically Arrange the merchandise.
"Excuse me, but can you explain, what does the dark wizard need the adventurer for?"
"Oh, it's nothing. The reliability of the story lies in the details. The guy bought mysterious materials from me to support his evil experiments. He can't find kelp and pearl coltsfoot in mortal hands, can he?"
"So you're a druggist?"
"What else? Do you think I don't want to dress decently?" He asked, "Unfortunately, there is no supply, so I have to rely on myself. Life is a damn bitch that always forces people to give up their principles. Back then, as long as I stepped into the restaurant, the bartender girl would Wrong pallet delivered.”
"Are you scared?"
"They are all busy looking at me." The adventurer laughed, "Who else can they look at?"
"Sounds like good memories." But remembering the past will never come back. Uriel was too lazy to listen to his nonsense, "Will the dark wizard lower the price at your place?"
"I didn't give him a cent before people found out he was a dark wizard." The adventurer made a face.
"Now, have you found a new buyer?"
The adventurer took the tomato juice from the table and looked at him suspiciously, "If you are not a dark wizard, I will give you a discount."
"No, I'm not buying coltsfoot. Just asking." Uriel paused for a moment, "Okay, how many pearl coltsfoot do you have?"
"It's not much. The price of this thing has increased recently, and every elementalist I meet wants to have a pocket of it."
"I'm one of them. Will your discount bring it back to its original price?"
"Depends on how much you buy. I have other items, you know. Don't be surprised, but I can tell you my story for free."
"Different from what you told York?"
"certainly."
Uriel nodded, "I believe...oh, what do you call it?"
"Shazo. Witkshazo."
"Mr. Xia Zuo, I believe in your credibility." Before you introduce your name. The adventurer drank tomato juice while listening. Uriel concentrated on him, staring at him with another imperceptible gaze. "I also know a friend named Witek Shazo. He works in the Sheriff's Department and is a decent man."
"I guess the bartender girl won't look at him."
"It's true, he's a little special."
Witekshazo put down the empty cup, grabbed the spoon next to it and threw it in. "Really? What's so special about it?"
"He has no hair."
Perhaps he was secretly relieved. "The patrolman's hat more than makes up for it, especially when you go to the bar. Tell your friend this, and if we meet again, he will let you take a message to thank me."
"You should thank me now." York came back with the fruit pie, "Last time you forced me to drink that damn tomato juice, and this time you raised the price!"
"It's obviously a courtesy." Wittek corrected. He quickly put the spoon on a cherry, raised his head and looked around: "You don't like it, right?"
"That's right, don't be polite." York said angrily, "When you finish this bite, we will pick it up and slap it on your face." He turned to Uriel, "Where did you end up talking? Did our respectable boss Xia Zuo just run out of the maid's room with his pants lifted?"
"Not yet," Uriel said, "but let's continue from here."
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earthquake. Another earthquake. Linde was puzzled and suspected that the stable rune had become a decoration. Of course, earthquakes in the Wizard's End are not worth worrying about. This cave has experienced landslides, explosions, storms, floods and other strange disasters for hundreds of years, and it is still standing safely. The wizards have really taken great pains to preserve their nest. Among them, the "Durdu" faction is the most important. This group of craftsmen who are not doing their job can't wait to turn the rock cave into a steel fortress. The quality of the infrastructure is absolutely guaranteed. He sat on a chair and waited for the earthquake to subside, but the candle fell off the stone platform and the room fell into darkness.
Can't wait any longer. Lind stood up angrily and waved his cane to flick away the gravel. The wizard's career cannot be so fragile. Now there is probably another reason. He heard that the Durdu sect has worked out a new stable rune and vigorously promoted it within the school. If nothing else, this invention will be nominated in this year's review. In order to consolidate the status of the research results, the runes originally used by the wizards began to fail one after another. He didn't expect that something like this would happen to him.
He didn't even expect what happened next. Gods above me, if you really have eyes, you should remind me to keep waiting.
The end of the rocky passage leads to a public area covered with mineral growth. The room of "Second Truth" is located in the center of the cliff. There is a shallow pit where rainwater accumulates next to the stairs made of rough stone platforms. During the day and night, sunlight and starlight will shine through the holes with mysterious symbols and into the clear water. The shallow pit faces an arched black stone pillar, the surface of which is engraved with a motto written by the saint himself: "Morality sentences you to death, but truth forgives you."
"Lind! My friend!" Next to the famous quote, "Tattoo" Jizuk said exaggeratedly, "You are actually here. Did someone change the name of this place to Danlaw?"
"The route is blocked, Your Excellency." Linde made an excuse just in case. "As for the ladder." He wanted to frown when he mentioned this matter. "The Truth Faction claims that the current elements of Knox are very chaotic, and the danger of riding the ladder is greatly increased." The reason is certainly not this.
"This is the first time I've heard of it." Jizu Ke wasn't wearing that stupid costume, but his words and deeds were still very different from those of a normal person. "I thought the Durdupas had taken control of the shuttle so they could bundle their new product with the passes."
"Mostly," Lind admitted.
"Fortunately, we have an internal passage, Linde! The monks worked hard to create a passage that only serves us!" Jizuk passed him by and got into the shaking laboratory. There is no doubt that "tattoos" don't have to worry about being buried in stone. "Go back and tell Gandrias, our friend is happy to help!"
Nonsense, he is not happy, the next Pope of Gaia will be happy too. Lind followed reluctantly. It seems there is no use hiding inside, this guy came to see me specifically.
The lights came back on in the lab, no longer the ghostly candlelight. The bottles and jars were held in place by witchcraft and remained motionless during the earthquake, but they could not stop Jizuk from taking them easily. He studied the dusty label with interest, as if it were filled with secrets. Damn it, it looks like I need to replace all the dust removal runes.
"We found clues to the Holy Scriptures."
Linde didn't understand: "You mean the Holy Scripture in the hands of the Black Knight, Your Excellency?"
"It's not confirmed yet, but it's probably true. That girl is the person we're looking for, and her wanted list is still hanging in the southern church."
"girl?"
"Don't care about the church, Lynde? There was a girl in Eastman Clover who once got the holy book, but before the monks arrived, she threw it into the stove and ran away in fear. The church had to treat them as The devil is on the list. They did not do wrong. The holy book later fell into the hands of the association, which was also her unintentional contribution."
Even after a long time, it turned out that Eastman and his party had not brought any good, and he was still angry. "Shania Ravenus never told me about that girl. We should go to Cloverland."
"No, when you set out, the holy book and the girl were no longer available. The king was right, there are indeed valuable clues in the area. However, Shania let the school miss the two Confessions. , I will remember this."
At least we all know the whereabouts of the Confessions now, Lind's eyes are staring elsewhere. There is no difficulty in taking it back, just ask the White Envoy. Guess whether he will pay you back, sir? But Shania's failure left a bad impression on Jizuk. He was slightly comforted, but then thought that they were both law wizards, and all the comfort suddenly disappeared.
The cooled golden solution sloshed in the wooden bottle, and Jizuk corked it in disgust. "Bad taste, Lind, there are better ways to do it."
"Yes, sir, of course."
"You blame me, Linde?" The Law Wizard turned around, "You are my friend, but you have gained nothing. It is so regrettable that your investment has been wasted."
"No, sir, I never thought of it that way."
"Really? I was going to make it up to you."
Linde choked. Is he teasing me, or does he really mean it? It would definitely not be the latter if it were anyone else, but Jizuk is different from others. He might actually fulfill his promise, as Linde saw with his own eyes. Opportunity or butcher knife? Now life and death exist in a single thought.
"But not by me personally," Jizuk continued. Fortunately he continued. "The Hitarian Ringot was given the Confession, Lind. Guess what? The girl became a mythical creature and had a career." "Tattoo" laughed. "Do you understand? Maybe our research on the holy book has been wrong all along. The real usage is to bind the soul with the book. It is actually easy to cross the ring. You just need to find it... and then burn it."
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