The Remaining City's Ideal across the Sky Chapter 73 'Foreign Mercenaries'
"Goodbye by chance, boss, I wish you can make a comeback one day." Zogwen waved his hand, said goodbye to the boss and left the black market. Then, he unfolded the map of Bolan City that he had purchased before and took a closer look, looking for Bolan.
Where is the noble's office area, or residential area? Of course, they all work in their own residences.
Zogwen walked into a tavern and asked if there were any warlocks of royal blood among the nobles in this city.
After paying someone to have a few drinks, he learned that the noble of Bolan City was naturally Earl Bolan, and there were also several auxiliary nobles, such as barons and viscounts, but they had nothing to do with the royal family. The Bolan family once had a special last member.
The prince took the daughter of Earl Bolan of that generation.
Zogwen nodded. "Who is that last prince?" But the drinker didn't know, or didn't dare to discuss it?
"I understand." Zogwen thought he understood.
"But the Bolan family seems to be in big trouble recently." Another drinker said without hesitation.
Zogwen drank the wine in the glass and cheered up: "Oh? What's the trouble? This is a big deal."
But I'm not a public servant, so I don't know the specific situation.
"Well, thank you for your message. See you later." Zogwen left the tavern, opened the map, looked for Count Boland's mansion, confirmed the direction, and walked there.
When we arrived at the gate of the Earl's Palace, we found that there were many soldiers here and some public officials coming in and out. Then Zogwen came to the guard with a serious face.
"Explorer? What do you want?" A guy who looked like a captain came over and stopped Zogwen.
"I have something important to give to your count. Because the item is extremely precious, it needs to be delivered by hand. Can you please inform me of it."
"We are the Royal Guards. The Earl has been arrested now. Who are you and what do you want to give him?" The atmosphere was tense for a moment. Zogwen originally wanted to cast spells and talk sweet words, but then he remembered that this city is forbidden to demons, so he raised his hand to express his gratitude.
There was no malice, and then he took two steps back and motioned for him to come over if he had something to say. "It is an important matter and cannot be heard by outsiders."
"It seems that you still don't know what happened. The count's nephew absorbed the core of the origin and created a magic tide that hurt many civilians and caused a lot of property damage." The voice coming from behind turned out to be the previous boss.
"Oh? Boss, you are actually here. The one you mentioned, one of the sources of the blood traceability potion, the source energy crystal has been found. I am worried that I can't find you." Zogwen really doesn't know how.
He assessed the situation, but still lowered his voice and tried not to let the people around him hear.
"I didn't expect you to actually go and get that thing. Now that guy is dead, you can hand over the spar to the royal guard." The other party is not afraid of the elite guard captain in front of Zogwen.
"Hello, sir!" Several soldiers ran over.
"Ah? Then this crystal is useless, isn't it?" Zogwen looked regretful.
"In the hands of the right person, this crystal with terrifying magic power will naturally have its effect." I am afraid that this boss is not pretending to be lurking to investigate evidence.
"Can I ask a few more questions, when did this magic tide occur, and what is happening to the count's nephew now. It's useless for me to keep the source energy crystal. I can hand it over to the guards. I'm just curious and want to talk about it.
Ask. In short, this is a very dangerous thing. It’s useless for me to carry it with me. You can just take it away. Dear...sir?"
"Didn't I just say that he is dead? This is an item you obtained legally? And it doesn't matter who I am, but what do you want?" Zogwen looked like he didn't understand the words, but the other party was too lazy to explain too much.
many.
"All I want from the beginning is some gold coins that are enough to satisfy the adventure, as well as a spell-casting service." Zogwin took out the contract and immediately stated that he was harmless to humans and animals.
"The royal guards and I can also do these things." The other party looked into Zogwen's eyes, which put a lot of pressure on him.
"I need a spellcasting service for teleportation, and the target is the earth elemental plane. It's embarrassing. Although I have the ability to cast it, I actually don't master this spell. This is one of the reasons why I look for powerful spellcasters everywhere.
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"The earth elemental plane...it's a bit difficult to deal with, so I'll give you a letter of recommendation and ask my old friend to lend you a loan. As for the money, the valuation is around one hundred linseys, but I don't have it.
So much cash. How about I give you a piece of my old magic equipment?" This thing is really valuable.
"Oh? But it doesn't matter. After all, it's useless for a person who travels around to ask for so much cash. If there are useful magic equipment, the more the better." Zogwen was very happy when he heard this.
"I have three pieces that meet the value. The first piece is a leather armor, but it has rare attack effects. The second piece is to enhance vision, which is very helpful for finding secret passages. The third piece is a piece of armor that stores three spells.
The staff."
"Are they all unknown effects? For me as a spell caster, of course things that can be used to cast spells are the most useful. As for attack effects and real vision, I can barely find some substitutes."
"Then you chose the staff?"
"Yes, thank you for your generosity." Zogwen nodded, but when the other party took out his staff and touched it, he found that he must be a mage to synchronize, and the contract warlock cannot mobilize the difficult spell models inside. "Ah, but, dear
Yes, although I am a spell caster, I don’t know how to...but I am not a mage."
"Then there's nothing we can do about it. You've already made your choice, haven't you?" The other party's expression was calm and a little unquestionable, and he didn't intend to give Zogwen a chance to change.
"Indeed, that's it, there's nothing to pick and choose." Zogwen could only nod.
"Find a place, sell it and it will be worth the price." The other party showed a letter to Zogwen and went in.
"Farewell, see you again by fate." Zogwen lowered his head and read the letter. It happened that the recipient of this letter was the archmage who occupied the island overseas. "Oh? Didn't he say he was expelled? He can actually be found in this form."
There was no such thing, he just remembered it wrong again.
Although there were some twists and turns, we embarked on the originally planned path. "It feels like Bolan will continue to have troubles." Zogwen went back to the original path after many twists and turns. It took a lot of time on the road again, and finally
Arrive at Se'an City.
After arriving in Se'an City, Zogwen planned to start looking for the archmage.
From a distance, a large river divides the city into two halves, like a sandwich with jam. A double-hole bridge raised and lowered by chains is the main means of crossing the river. At this time, the bridge has been blocked by strong chains.
There are many anchored ships waiting for passage. The direction of the sea is not the beach but the rocks, which seems to prevent the sea water from being rolled back into the city periphery.
It is noon now. There is a stone cliff on the edge of Se'an City that extends to the sea. It is also within the scope of the city. There is a church of the God of Death with a bell tower built of gray and white rocks and some residential buildings. The sunlight makes the architectural style mainly white and uses
The church with its white paint looks so sacred.
The south gate of the city has a gate based on the principle of a tensile bridge that can cross the moat - it is actually just a canal, a means of transporting goods on the river to the east and west gates.
When he was outside the city, he would ask passers-by where the great mage was. But again, the principality's attitude towards the mysterious side was not to be revealed to the world, and the spell caster was not in the public's sight.
Secondly, the letter stated that the Archmage had occupied a small island at sea, so Zogwen thought of climbing up the rock cliff to overlook the entire city from a high place. He also learned that there was a bishop-level priest in the church and immediately gave up the idea.
When the road was close to his mouth, he immediately decided to go to the main road. Zogwen looked around and planned to choose a place that was more closely related to mysticism to ask for directions.
So Gwen arrived at the south gate and entered the city. The crowd was bustling, and the bakery not far away exuded the sweet smell of baking. The first thing when entering the city was, of course, to find a place to have a good meal! The boring and boring journey made
He seemed a little tired. At the moment, only a feast of sugar could refresh his exhausted body! Then eat!
Zogwen approached the bakery and started queuing up. When he looked at the various breads and pastries on the shelves one by one, the two young loaders closest to the window were discussing a novel called "Foreign Mercenaries".
This is the story of Sophia, a mage who was born in the Holy Empire of Kandor, and arrived in the Principality of Cyrus after her adventures in the Four Kingdoms of the Buryusili Alliance.
The waiter loading the bread in front was so fascinated by what he heard that his movements slowed down, and someone immediately rushed him in the middle of the queue.
"It is indeed a cultured city. Even in the bakery, there are young people discussing the latest literature." Seeing that they were chatting with great interest, his curiosity inevitably came to his mind. "Boys, what did you just say about "Exotic Country"?
"Mercenary" is a best-selling novel in your place?"
The two of them were still discussing at the beginning, but someone at the backend replied to Zogwen: "You don't know, this is the most popular novel recently."
Then he started talking non-stop. Zogwen sounded like some very real adventure plots with some embellishments. Although the story itself was okay, the main reason was that the writing was really good.
"Oh? I've been traveling recently, so I don't have much time to read. Have you ever seen these protagonists and adventurers in person?"
"I have seen the dwarf named Noel, just two years ago. The white cloth on his back is exactly the same as the one described in the novel. This must be a true story." This is said by a person who was in the middle of the queue but has now reached the front.
of.
"It does seem like a real legendary adventure. By the way, where is the Plague Village that I just mentioned? I just came back from Northria some time ago. It's pretty stable there now. I'll go to Plague Village when I have time."
Make a pilgrimage.” But no one would know, after all, it was just a preview.
"Is that so... I would like to see if this so-called plague village will really be saved as predicted by the novel and as our readers expected." Now it was Zogwen's turn, and the bread was indeed soft.