In the darkness, I don't know how much time passed.
Angelet slowly opened his eyes.
A loud commotion reached his ears.
Surrounded by clean streets, people were coming and going, and traffic was busy. He was standing in the middle of the street, and his body was bumped into by pedestrians from time to time.
The bright sunlight dyed the entire street a golden color. Around the street were gray-white buildings.
Wow.
In front of Angelet on the right side, a pharmacy clerk was holding a basin and pouring waste water all over the floor. This caused several pedestrians passing by to avoid him slightly.
The greenish wastewater splashed onto the gray floor tiles, instantly making the ground wet and black.
The waiter looked at Angele who was standing on the street in front of the store strangely, and went back with the basin in hand.
"Here it is." Angelet frowned and looked around.
It is surrounded by pure European-style buildings, and there are European-style oil tank street lamps on both sides of the street. Pedestrians passing by are mainly dressed in linen and silk. Occasionally, you can see some mercenary-looking men and women wearing leather armor and hand-woven rattan armor.
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"Hey, what are you doing?" A red-haired man slapped Angelet on the shoulder with a smile. "What are you doing standing here? Hurry and report to the union!"
Angelet stared blankly at the man in front of him.
The red-haired man doubtfully stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Angele's eyes. "Isn't it because you fell asleep? As soon as you came back from the ruins, you were like a pig, falling asleep. The bosses are still waiting for us in the union, hurry up
!Stop dawdling!" He pushed Angelet.
"Oh." Angelet's eyes flashed and he nodded.
The two of them turned against the flow of people and turned towards the south street. As they walked, the red-haired man kept talking about the huge gains and experiences of this expedition, looking proud that he had a share of all the credit.
Angele hadn't figured out the situation yet, so he could only listen to the man's words quietly. He looked at the red-haired man carefully.
Brown leather pants and boots. Brown soft leather vest, highlighting his strong muscles. He has a handsome face and a small scar on the right corner of his eye. With his eye-catching short red hair, he looks like a young mercenary with little experience.
"At that time, before the leader even shouted, I was already ready to rush out! At that time, I only saw a flash of red light, and heard a loud shout from behind: 'Lockton!!' I didn't have time to think too much! I was so fierce
After knocking the violent bear to the ground, Gris rushed up and gave the bear a hard blow on the head. The last violent bear was finally completely eliminated! At that time, I clearly saw the group leader smiling at me with relief and appreciation. I dared
Bet, that was definitely the best time in my life!" A hint of intoxication flashed across red-haired Lockton's face, and amidst his endless bragging, Angele and the two finally walked to a double-column white stone building.
The door of the building was open, and most of them were mercenaries with tough temperaments coming in and out. The two of them stood inconspicuously among this group of people.
Only then did Angele notice that he was no longer wearing a red robe, but a set of brown close-fitting soft leather armor, with five silver black-tipped daggers tied to his waist.
Two black and gray metal wrist guards.
Walking into the building hall, there are round tables crowded inside, like brown round mushrooms.
There is a counter next to the wall, and behind it stands a waitress in a white skirt and black sleeves. From time to time, waiters come out from the side of the counter carrying drinks and food and deliver them to the round table.
There were mercenaries of different styles sitting around the tables. Some were drinking and bragging. Some were fiddling with the map on the table and frowning. Others had their legs crossed and were playing with cards. Of course, the most
Still the type that puts your head down and eats hard.
Angelet took a cursory glance at the entire hall and was pulled to a round table by the red-haired Lockton.
"Hey Captain, Lockton and Saladin are back!" The red-haired man chuckled twice, and pulled Angelet to sit down at the empty seat at the table with a playful smile.
There are two people sitting on the table, a man and a woman. The man is wearing a black cloak gloomily, his face is hidden in the shadow of the hood. The woman is wearing a hard black leather armor, as if she is wearing a heavy metal armor, sitting
In his position, he looked powerful, with a palm-width broad-bladed sword leaning against his hand, the blade showing a light rusty red color.
There is also a delicate woman with long black hair leaning against the wall on one side. The woman's black hair is draped softly on her shoulders. She is playing with a curved dagger in one hand and resting her hand on her back against the wall, giving people a sense of security.
Lazy and calm temperament.
The woman glanced at the red-haired man and Angele, and frowned slightly.
"Saladin hasn't recovered yet? He was slapped on the head by a violent bear. It seems that it is indeed difficult to recover. Then Malindo will be responsible for the task arrangement this time."
"No problem." The woman wearing black full-body armor replied solemnly. "But why are we so urgent this time and want us to go on a mission again? It's only been two days since I came back, and my battle ax hasn't been repaired yet. It's a bit too urgent.
"
"It's not bad, the situation has been tense recently, and this frequency is normal. After all, the reward is much higher than before." The black-haired woman said calmly, and her eyes moved to the gloomy man. "Waldo, how are you preparing the potion?
Already?"
"The paralysis potion cannot be replenished in a short time, and the explosive potion and poisonous potion are ready. The time for other recovery potions is far from enough, so we can only buy some refills from other places. But the price is a bit troublesome." The gloomy man said in a low voice.
, "As you know, the situation has been tense recently, and the prices of such consumables have been rising. The cost of our mission is too high."
The black-haired woman frowned and asked in a low voice about Waldo's other supplies. The two of them answered questions very quickly and appeared to be extremely concise.
Angelet sat aside and listened quietly.
Since entering here, he has begun to carefully observe the world around him.
Judging from the flow of people on the street, Angelet quickly judged that this was a barren world similar to the West Coast. The energy elements in the air were pitifully weak. The people here were also pitifully weak.
After entering this place similar to a mercenary hall, he glanced at everyone present. The strongest among them were the three white-robed men sitting in the left corner, with about three levels of fluctuations.
Then there was a middle-aged woman behind one of the counters, probably with a second-level crystallization level fluctuation.
Finally, there were almost three people, all of whom were liquefied at the second level. One of them was the black-haired woman standing by the wall. They are now the leader of this small group.
"Saladin? Saladin?? Is Hera asking you something? Saladin?" The red-haired man began to wave his hand in front of Angele's eyes again.
"Oh, what's the matter?" Angelet came back to his senses. He had some vague guesses and plans about the current situation.
The black-haired woman frowned and said: "Our Blackbird Group relies on you for material identification. Your identification skills were promoted last time. How is the situation now?"
Angelet was slightly startled, not knowing what to say. He had no idea what the identification technique was, and it seemed that he had taken the position of a certain character in the Blackbirds.
"It's okay," he answered vaguely, pretending to be dizzy. Anyway, I believe that with his knowledge and database, coupled with scanning judgment and identifying the materials, there should be no problem.
"As long as it works." The black-haired woman then began to discuss the situation of this mission in detail with other members.
Angelet sat aside and listened quietly, and soon he had a general understanding of the surrounding situation.
He is a member of the Blackbird Group. He is engaged in identifying various materials and precious items. He is an indispensable member of the group.
The Blackbird Group is a somewhat famous mercenary group in Qunhui City, specializing in exploring and patrolling missions issued by the city's nobles. They just came back from outside the city this time. I didn't expect to go out to continue the mission again.
Angele rubbed the brown wooden cup in his hand. The rough texture on it was slightly rough. He picked up the wooden cup and took a sip of the wine inside. There was only a faint smell of wine, and the rest was a strong sour taste.
He rested his elbows on the wooden table, and his naked skin was close to the damp tabletop, feeling a faint cold touch.
After grasping the general situation, Angelet was too lazy to listen to the conversations of the people around him, and his eyes wandered in the hall.
In front of the counter, two slender young men and women, dressed in gray robes as travelers, were leaning against the counter and chatting with the waiter. Perhaps they were trying to get information.
On the gray wall next to it, there are three black metal plates hanging, with fine words engraved on them, and some exquisite badge imprints. They seem to be business certificates and license plates.
There is a set of morning glory models suspended on the left wall, which are made of green rhombus crystals, with a trace of green light flowing inside from time to time.
Time passed slowly, from morning to noon.
Hera, the female leader of the group, ordered a few food plates, and everyone quickly finished their lunch together, then ordered them to disperse and gather again in the evening to set off.
Angelet chatted with several other members for a while, said hello, and then left the hall alone.
Standing at the gate, looking at the flow of people and cars passing by, Angele frowned, somewhat baffled by his situation.
"Where exactly is this place? Even the bloodline of the Scorpion Woman at its peak cannot sense the existence of other dimensions. Could it be that this is a world that belongs entirely to the Infinite Ancestor?" He stood by the door, leaning against the wall and lost in thought for a while.
"Then what is the significance of my entering this world? If the information about the Thousand-Headed Bird is correct, according to the inference, this is most likely the world of the Infinite Ancestor himself, or more likely, it is a world shaped by his memory.
World. So what can I do to realize the source of rootlessness?"
A large amount of information continued to flow through his mind, a large number of logical guesses were generated and eliminated in an instant, and the chip continued to collect data samples from the surrounding void, but the conclusions drawn were all meaningless parameters.
"A rootless source, a rootless source, I don't even know what a rootless source is." Angelet felt agitated.
ah!!
Suddenly there was a scream from the street ahead. Angelet looked up.
A white carriage with silver trim was rushing towards a little boy in the middle of the street. A middle-aged woman beside him screamed in fear.
The boy seemed to be petrified, standing blankly in the middle of the road, not knowing how to dodge.
Suddenly a black shadow flashed across.
Bang!
The black shadow and the little boy were knocked out more than ten meters together and lay on the ground, with thick red blood slowly coming out from under them.
The crowd immediately gathered around him.
"I'm out of breath." A man with gray hair stood up and shook his head. The onlookers felt sorry for him.
The carriage had already sped away and was nowhere to be found.