Negris, who was reflected on Ange, looked at the one-eyed soldier's one-eyed soldier and muttered: "Don't mess around, otherwise the city gate will be opened by you and the remaining eyeballs will be blown out by you. I shouldn’t have brought the little angel with me, it’s more eye-catching than me, so I should put it in there too.”
Nigris had long said that the little angel was so cute, white and tender, and looked like a nobleman at first glance. It would not be able to match its image without a carriage with more than four white horses.
But it's useless. The little angel refuses, so Ange doesn't force him. Look, he's in trouble now, isn't he?
Just when the one-eyed soldier was about to raise his dirty hands, there was an earth-shattering roar: "Miss!"
Then, accompanied by a stampede that made the earth tremble, a tauren girl with a tonnage of at least twice that of the tauren aunt ran over with a rumble. She ran up to the little angel, her belly trembled, and she pushed the one-eyed soldier aside. went:
"Miss! You're okay! Great, great, blessed by the light, I finally found you! The Viscount will be very happy. I am the cook, Vanya Cook. Do you still recognize me?"
After the minotaur girl finished speaking, she turned around and glared, yelling: "What, do you want to touch the young lady of our Viscount family with your dirty hands!?"
The one-eyed soldier waved his hands timidly: "No, no, don't talk nonsense."
"Hmph, I'm sorry you don't dare, miss, let's go." He said and took the little angel's hand.
Probably because he had stayed with the tauren aunt in Lich City for a long time and was so friendly, the little angel actually allowed Vanya to hold her hand and lead her towards the city gate.
Nigris breathed a sigh of relief and urged Ange to follow him quickly. He didn't go far when he suddenly heard a scream behind him. When he looked back, he saw the one-eyed soldier covering his crotch in shame and anger, and his legs were wet. one slice.
After a while, it felt that Rogge was back, and he quickly asked: "What did you do?"
Rogge said calmly: "It's just cutting off a tube that allows him to **."
When you come to the city gate, a pillar emits a red light. Everyone entering the city will pass by the red light.
Nigris murmured: "The light of the true eye, it turns out that this is the real inspection method. Let me just say, can you detect bugs by tapping them? Are you not afraid of getting into an insect egg incubator? Well, you can Hidden from the light of true eyes?"
Rogge responded: "I can't hide it. It seems I can only stay outside. You and your Excellency, be careful."
If it were another city, Rogge could go around to other places and sneak in, but this city had already opened its protective shield, and he couldn't get in even if it turned into smoke.
"Haha, you should let this city be careful. Oh, just don't demolish the city." The Purple Skeleton Titan is installed in the Palace of Rest, and there are guardian gods like Patsy, plus the ultimate Transformation, whether it turns into Bone Rock or Dragon God, is enough to break the protective shield.
The light of the True Eye made a soft beeping sound for everyone who passed by the red light. When it was Ange's turn, there was also a beeping sound, but the mage operating behind the pillar stuck his head out and looked at Ange seriously. .
Seeing nothing unusual, the mage retracted his head, not knowing what he saw, and then stuck his head out to take a look, and finally waved his hand to let Ange pass.
The companion couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, it's just that this person's bones are much clearer than others, as if he has no skin and flesh." The light of the true eye can see through the flesh and bones, and reach the skeleton. Under the light of the true eye, everyone is a skeleton.
"That's it. Maybe you're too thin. I thought you found bugs. Don't make a fuss. It's scary."
Ange and his entourage entered the city without any danger. Vanya let go of the little angel's hand, rubbed its head, and said roughly: "Okay, little sister, we have entered the city. You are safe. I'm looking for you." Family, go and be careful, there are a lot of bad people, I have to leave, goodbye."
After saying that, Warnia waved her hands freely, turned around and left.
Nigris suddenly said: "It turns out to be a kind-hearted minotaur girl. I thought the little angel looked like the daughter of some kind of viscount, but she made a mistake."
After sighing, he found that no one responded. He sighed dejectedly and said to himself: "Okay, we are here. Let's go and hand over the grain first. Anthony bought a thousand tons of grain and wanted to hand it over to An." He is from the Eastern Knights, Zaobada. When you hear the name, it means that he is his private army. Let’s go to the Anton Knights first, hand over the food, and then pay the reward for the hammer.”
At the station of the Anton Knights, Anton scratched his thin hair, sat for a while and then stood up. He stood up and walked around twice, then sat down again, fidgeting.
The knights were out of food. When they came out, they didn't expect to encounter an insect plague and didn't bring much food. Here, they are just guest troops. They are not included in the establishment, and naturally there is no food supply for them.
He shamelessly came to the door, but was met with disappointment. He was told two words: no food.
They didn't have the budget to begin with, so it was reasonable for them not to give it. Anton was ready to take the risk and fight out. Their team had 400 people, but they had 500 horses. It was okay for the people to miss one or two meals, but for the horses to miss one. Will not work.
Who would have thought that when I contacted my boss, he said he would wait a minute and send you food tomorrow.
At that time, he wanted to curse, I believe you, can you deliver it tomorrow?
The nearest grain storage point here is more than three days away. Even if you could fly, it would be impossible to transport food for four hundred people and five hundred horses. Besides, the road is full of insects. Don't transport it into the mouths of insects. .
Even if he spends a lot of money to transport it with space items, it would be difficult to hold so many. It's not like he has never seen space magic weapons before. He has one himself. Being able to hold a cubic space magic weapon is already considered advanced.
Unless the protective shield is removed and the teleportation array is used to teleport, Anton can't think of any way to send enough people to eat horse chews tomorrow...it's already today.
If food doesn't come today and they try to risk leaving tomorrow, the troops and horses will be too hungry. One hour every night, the difficulty of their breakout will increase. I really don't know if they should listen to that unreliable boss. If they can't be on time If it was delivered, people like myself would be killed.
A subordinate ran in with a strange expression and announced: "Uh, sir, someone is looking for you."
"Who?! Did you bring a lot of things?" Anton stood up immediately.
"Not many, just three people. One of them is a little girl. Her hands are empty and she doesn't bring anything." The subordinate said.
Anton was immediately discouraged: "I haven't seen you. I drove you away. How long has it been? Is there anyone left?" The little girl with him must not be a food sender.
"But, he said the big boss asked him to come."
As soon as the big boss came out, Anton rushed out.
Ange just came to deliver food and was too lazy to pay attention to Anton's insinuations. After confirming his identity, he asked him to find a warehouse.
Anton gasped, his hands empty, looking for a warehouse? Can food be transformed?
Anton immediately thought of delivering the magic circle, and couldn't help but remind him: "The protective shield is open, can't it be delivered?"
Ange tilted his head in confusion, walked into the warehouse, and came out not long after: "Okay."
Anton ran into the warehouse and saw that there were thousands of tons of grain bags full. No matter what method the other party used to conjure it up, this ability was far beyond his own understanding.
This is a big shot. We must get to know each other. Anton ran out quickly, but only saw the retreating figures of Ange and his entourage.
He opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything he wanted to get acquainted with. He could only squeeze out one sentence: "Uh, um, don't you need to issue an invoice?"
No one paid attention to him, and the group quickly walked away.
"Okay, for the next mission, the bounty of the Holy Hammer of the Earth, first find the mercenary guild. Generally, the mercenary guild will be at the entrance of the vegetable market, next to the human market. Look where there are many people. There must be a mercenary guild there." Gris said confidently.
Facts soon hit it in the face. Due to the insect plague, a large number of refugees poured into the city. There were people everywhere everywhere. Finally, they asked someone to find the location of the mercenary guild.
However, when we arrived at the place where the Mercenary Guild was located, a bunch of people were sitting or lying under the big sign, blocking the door and the hall. As soon as they saw someone coming, a bunch of people came over.
"Boss, boss, do you want to hire someone? Herding sheep, herding horses, and nailing iron paws. I'm proficient in everything."
"Boss, look at this. Professional mercenaries, intermediate swordsmen, and bodyguards are good at fighting. Please treat me."
"Here, here, beauty salon, hair smoothing, eyebrow shaping."
"Cooking lady, super tauren cook, carrying bags, milking cows and repairing roofs, bodyguard fighting, beauty salon, I can do it all. Please, I can do the job for three." A louder voice interrupted the shouts of the others. It's all covered.
Hearing this familiar rough voice, the little angel, whose head was blocked from view, jumped hard, jumped out of the crowd, and waved to Vanya.
"Hey, is it you, little sister?" Warnia waved her hand, regardless of the intermediate swordsman or the beauty salon, they were all put aside to make way for them. The advantages of race sometimes require a lot of effort, and also It may not be possible to make up for it.
"Ouch!" the little angel responded.
"Moo? You can speak our Minotaur language?" Vanya was stunned.
"Ouch!" The little angel shook his head.
"Moo Moo? Which tribe's dialect do you speak? Why can't I understand it?" Vanya was surprised.
Nigris was extremely anxious. If the two of them were allowed to talk like this, they probably wouldn't be able to talk about anything tomorrow. It would also be troublesome to ask Ange to relay what he said. Ange was not suitable to be a mouthpiece.
Unable to hold back, it had to speak out: "Aren't you the cook of the Viscount's family? Why are you looking for a job here?"
Negris's voice came from Ange. Vanya turned her head and looked a little confused, because she only heard the voice but didn't see her mouth move, which was strange.
But these days, there are many weirder things. Ange's situation may be ventriloquism. Not surprising, he just suddenly said: "You were here just now. Are you my little sister's family?"
"Yes, I didn't have time to thank you just now." Nigris thanked him.
"You're welcome, we tauren are the most warm-hearted, don't worry." Vanya said as she patted her big breasts, and her strong fat waves rippled in circles.
Swordsman Hairdresser and Shepherd, who were pushed aside by it, didn't think so, and cursed angrily: "You are so warm-hearted and you still steal our lines!"
Warnia's bull's-eye glared back and immediately fell silent.
"By the way, little sister, what are you doing here? Looking for a job?" Vanya turned around and asked enthusiastically.
"We are here at the Mercenary Guild and want to pay the reward. What is going on?" Negris asked.
The swordsman mercenary turned around and interjected: "Palu Luo, the head of the mercenary guild, he ran away with everyone's bounty. Damn that guy, no mercenary in the world will let him go!"
Warnia nodded: "That's it, so now everyone is unemployed."
"What about you? Didn't you say you were the cook of the Viscount's family?" Negris asked.
"I get angry when I talk about this. Not only does my Lord Viscount not pay me a salary, but he stays at home all day making pesticides. He also wants me, a cook, to work out to earn money to support him. I'm so angry." Varney Ya said angrily.
After some explanation, Nigris probably understood what was going on.
Vanya is the cook of the Viscount's family, and has been since her grandma's generation. But compared with her grandma's generation, the current Viscount's family has fallen into poverty. Apart from a title, she is so poor that she can't even afford food. .
The current Viscount is a pharmacist. He wants to invent some unique secret formula medicines all day long. He studies various medicines at home every day, but none of them are attractive and can be sold. As a result, he has no income for many years. Sell the things in your house and your servants.
During this time, there was an insect infestation, and he had a whimsical idea of inventing an insecticide to kill the insects. He spent all his property on buying materials, and he couldn't even eat.
All the things that could be sold were sold, even the servants, but he couldn't sell Warnia, because Warnia was no longer a servant, and she had to be paid to work in his house.
However, after getting along for a long time, Warnia and him have become more than just a master-servant relationship, but more like family members. We can't just watch him starve to death, right? If Vanya left him alone, this Viscount, who was indifferent to his limbs and knew nothing except refining potions, might really starve to death.
what to do? She had to go out to work, so the cook of the Viscount's family had to go out and work on her own to support the good-for-nothing Viscount who didn't pay her.
"You... are so miserable." Nigris said sympathetically. Although Ange didn't pay him a salary, he didn't go out to work to earn money to support Ange. In this way, he was not the worst. of?
At this moment, Vanya’s stomach made a thunderous roar.
Warnia smiled awkwardly, and tightened her pants to tie them tighter.
"Well, you haven't eaten for a long time, right?" Nigris asked.
"I didn't eat yesterday, but it doesn't matter. I have a lot of fat on my body. It doesn't matter if I carry it for a few days. I'll treat it as weight loss." Warnia said carelessly, and then her expression darkened:
"I don't know if the Viscount has eaten. He has no fat on his body. Don't faint from hunger. He said that he will invent an insecticide. If the bugs eat it, they will not die on the spot. If they return to the nest and come into contact with other bugs, they will be infected. Other bugs will get sick and die together. I really hope his insecticide can be invented so that the insect plague can be over quickly."
He wanted Ange to buy something to eat, but when he heard this, Nigris's eyes lit up: "And this kind of pesticide? Infect the bugs and die together? This is a good idea. It seems that we need to visit Meet your Lord Viscount."
Suddenly, a ray of fire pierced the sky, fell at high speed, bombarded the protective shield, and exploded into a cloud of sparks.
"Huh? Aren't the seventh-level flying fire meteors a plague of insects? Why is there fire magic? Are there magicians mixed with exterminators?" Negris said in surprise.
