In Elulu’s eyes, Brother Jiang Jin belongs to the kind of omnipotent existence.

Although she is a druid of the "Forest Pastoral Association", she is quite accomplished in herbalism.

But she still couldn't do anything about Cassandra's strange symptoms.

We can only brew some herbal medicine that can help relieve symptoms.

Over the past year, Elulu has watched Cassandra's condition get worse and worse.

If she continues like this, sooner or later she will... become a completely inhuman monster.

And Jiang Jin is probably the only one who can save Cassandra.

Regarding Elulu's worries, Cassandra shook her head.

She glanced at her right arm and said in a firm tone:

"My situation cannot be cured by medicine. Telling him will only increase the trouble."

"But...but."

"Okay, Eluru."

As Cassandra spoke, she reached out and patted Elulu's little head, smiling:

"Our strength has been developing rapidly recently. Maybe as my strength becomes stronger, the impact of the demonization of my body will gradually decrease?"

Although the female knight said so, she actually had no confidence in this statement.

Watching Elulu leaving with the medicine bowl, Cassandra sat on the bed and reached out to touch the sword placed beside the bed.

This dragon steel sword was a gift that came with Cassandra when she was born. It is a powerful weapon that can only be owned by the descendants of the Canglong royal family.

The world's hardest star silver is melted by the fiery dragon's breath, and then the best craftsmen spend months creating and tempering it.

The dragon steel sword forged in this way is light and sharp to use, and it will never curl or wear out even after going through countless battles.

It's a pity that although dragon steel will not wear out, humans will.

And the wear and tear that Cassandra has experienced is beyond imagination.

Caressing the dragon steel sword that was born on the same day as herself, Cassandra could not help but whisper:

"Man, if one day I can no longer wield you... I hope someone can use you to end my pain."

Her voice was very soft, but the long sword that depended on it seemed to tremble slightly after hearing it.

As for whether the trembling is agreeing to the master's request, or indicating that it is powerless, only it itself knows.

In this atmosphere shrouded in grim air.

The day passed quickly.

With the dewdrops falling to the ground the next morning.

This important day that Hannibal has been thinking about for many days has finally arrived.

He got up very early that day and arrived at the familiar tavern in Neverwinter Town early in the morning.

The pub is open almost 24 hours a day, and occasionally there are people drinking here all night long.

The gentleman wearing a monocle opened the curtain and walked in. He said to another waitress: "A glass of iced ale, and a dish of sweetbread pie with sweet fennel."

Just say it, he took out a silver talan and handed it over, saying that he didn't need to give change.

Naturally, the waiters in the tavern like such generous guests very much...

So a large glass of cold ale and warm sweetbreads were quickly served.

Hannibal just sat by the window wearing a scarf, eating and drinking slowly.

There was less than half an hour before the agreed time, and he planned to enjoy this last delicious meal.

After all, no matter whether things succeed or fail after today, he will leave Neverwinter Town and return to the foggy city.

And if he can bring the target object back, Hannibal will definitely be able to ascend to a high position in the association.

You might even become the president of the Wudu Culinary Association one day and enjoy the glory of being favored by the gods.

When he thought of that wonderful future, Hannibal's eyes narrowed slightly.

But he knows that nothing can go too smoothly.

Because in their line of work, nothing is accidental unless something unexpected happens.

Especially this time he had to sneak into the Night Watch's territory quietly, so the risk was naturally astonishing.

But it doesn't matter, Hannibal didn't go alone.

The association has sent him a lot of covert help, and if necessary, they can seize it by force.

With this thought in mind, Hannibal slowly finished his last meal of sweetbreads.

Then he left the tavern gracefully and came to the entrance of the town on the east side of Neverwinter Town.

Early in the morning, a carriage and two men were already waiting for this gentleman here.

When he saw the loaded carriage and his two assistants.

Hannibal smiled slightly, walked over and waved to them:

"Good morning, are you ready for the most wonderful day of your life?"

"Of course, Mr. Hannibal."

The young man standing on the left side of the carriage, Jiang Jin smiled at him and said with a smile:

"About the remuneration we agreed on before..."

"Don't worry, since I entrusted you with the work, the reward will naturally not be a penny less."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hannibal took out two shiny gold scrolls and handed them into the hands of Jiang Jin and Tai Qiong.

In most cases, large amounts of money are traded using gold dollar rolls.

Each gold dollar roll has special talismans that cannot be copied, and you can cash it out on the spot by taking it to the corresponding bank.

What Hannibal brought over today is the gold and dollar scroll from the "Blackwater Conglomerate" with the most credibility in the world.

Anyone who is slightly familiar with this name knows that it is absolutely impossible for this gold dollar roll to be exchanged for cash.

After all, the "Blackwater Conglomerate" is the largest and richest trading group in the world, even surpassing the five major countries in terms of the power of money.

So, looking at the Blackwater Conglomerate Gold Yuan Scroll with a thousand gold talans written on it, Uncle Taiqiong couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Darling...when have I ever seen so much money in my life?

Although Uncle Tai Qiong knew that he and Jiang Jin were acting.

But after all, the money received is real, and few people can remain calm in front of such a large amount of money.

When Jiang Jin got the money, he first put it in the sun and took a deep look.

Then he put it in front of his nose and took a big breath of sweet breath, then he smiled with satisfaction:

"With this money, I can beg many beautiful ladies, hahahahaha."

...This guy is really worthless. He took the money just to get a wife.

But for a young man who grew up in such a small town, he probably only has this ambition.

After secretly despising Jiang Jin, Hannibal looked at the carriage, nodded and said:

"Okay, gentlemen, you have received your reward in advance. It's time to take me up the mountain."

"Ah, of course no problem, please please."

After getting the money, Jiang Jin looked at Hannibal with even more intense eyes.

He and Tai Qiong respectfully opened a box at the back of the truck, and then helped Hannibal sit in.

"Mr. Hannibal, the road may be a little bumpy when we go up the mountain. Please be patient."

"It's okay, don't worry about this little thing, let's go."

At Hannibal's urging, Uncle Taejon closed the lid of the box and placed some heavy objects on it.

Finally, he and Jiang Jin looked at each other, and the two nodded to each other, and then drove the carriage along the familiar road towards the long-lost monastery.

And a big drama... finally kicked off from this moment...

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