The hall of the Munitions Department of Wozhimala City Hall was filled with people exchanging merits, nobles, knights, merchants, etc.
On the magic apprentice's table was an exquisite afternoon tea set, a few puff pastries and a cup of milk tea, and a thick stack of files piled on the head of the table.
Although the young magic apprentice had a faint smile on his face, there was a hint of disdain in his eyes. He picked up the tea cup on the desk and took a sip of milk tea, then slowly raised his head and said to Suldak: "Well
, Knight Surdak, I have recorded your request, but this has exceeded my functional authority. I need to ask the commander for instructions on this matter, so all you need to do now is to wait patiently. If there is news, I will
We will notify you as soon as possible.”
Suldak stared at the sneer-looking magic apprentice and couldn't help but ask: "Aren't you trying to push me away?"
"How could it be! I was just following the rules." The magic apprentice looked like he wanted to be beaten, and it said 'I'm just trying to shirk' on his face.
Suldak put his hand on the blood-red crescent moon on his waist, and a cold murderous aura emanated from him, frightening the magic apprentice's face to pale.
He wanted to shout excitedly, but as Suldak turned and left, the murderous aura disappeared without a trace.
Like a deflated rubber ball, the magic apprentice leaned back in his chair and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. He made up his mind to let Surdak's appeal sink into the bottom of the thick file.
At this moment, three magicians in black robes walked in from the door of the city hall hall. The three of them were surrounded by several magic apprentices and walked quickly to the second floor of the city hall. The crowd turned to both sides to avoid them.
The magic apprentice sitting in the office area saw the profiles of the three magicians and immediately stood up with a humble and flattering expression on his face, saying hello loudly: "Teacher Boris, Teacher Enoch, Lance
teacher……"
The sound passed through the crowd and reached Lance's ears...
Lance heard someone calling him, turned around and saw a magic apprentice standing up in the office area of the hall to salute him, and nodded slightly.
Then, Lance suddenly saw a familiar figure walking through the crowd. He paused, chased the figure with his eyes, and shouted:
…’
…”
Suldak stopped as if someone was calling his name.
He identified the direction and turned his head just in time to see the handsome face of Lance. Lance, wearing a brand new black robe and holding a copper-covered magic book in his hand, was walking quickly towards him apart from the crowd.
"Dak, why are you here?" Lance walked a few steps happily and said to Suldak.
“Hi, Lance!”
Suldak stepped forward, gave his young magician friend a warm hug, and then said: "The last time we met...it was in Bena City."
Lance put his hands on Suldak's shoulders and said with a high-spirited expression: "I heard that your reconnaissance team helped the intelligence department of the headquarters a lot this time, and it really brought honor to our city of Halanza!"
“My luck is pretty good!” Suldak felt that he should be more modest.
The two magicians who came up behind Lance all laid their eyes on Suldak. One of them curiously asked Lance:
“Lance, do you know him?”
Lance nodded happily, hugged Suldak and said: "We all came to the city of Helensa. Speaking of which, the mountain city is not very big. Not only do we know each other, we are also very good friends! These two are me
Our current team mates, this is Magician Boris, he is Magician Enoch, and this is Knight Surdak!"
Magician Boris with a beard on his face stood next to Lance and asked Suldak with a surprised look on his face: "Are you the knight of the reconnaissance team who caught the black magician Jesse Hausman?"
“That’s right, it’s me!”
Suldak nodded slightly.
“Hello, Knight Surdak, let me meet you, I am Enoch, I heard Guy talk about you.”
“I just met Magic Guy Guy this morning...”
The circle of magicians is not that big. Seeing Suldak standing in the hall, chatting familiarly with three official magicians, the magic apprentice standing in front of the desk was in an extremely complicated mood, with a look on his face.
Smiling awkwardly, he felt that he had to make up for the mistake he had just made... right away, so he walked around the desk and ran towards this side quickly, with a friendly and implicit smile on his face: 'Um
, Knight of Surdak...'
Suldak walked out of the city hall and stood on the steps, holding the teleportation pass of the ogre Grettum in his hand.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: "No matter where you go, you need human connections."
At this time, the benefits of noble status can be highlighted. If it is a noble, I am afraid that the magic apprentice will have a different attitude.
…
A group of colorful parrots flew over the city of Wozhimala, they flapped their wings and passed through the golden sunlight.
The sky is covered with red clouds, the setting sun will shine through a few beams of light from the clouds, and the afterglow of the setting sun fills the rows of rooftops.
Dinner time in the orphanage is always just before dark. There is sticky oatmeal on the dining table. The dining table in the yard is surrounded by excited children. The little girl holds a bowl of oatmeal that exudes the milky fragrance, with a pair of smart eyes.
The little girl's big eyes became bright. The old woman put half a crisp and tender pickle into the plate in front of her. The little girl's big eyes immediately turned into crescents full of smiles.
Breathing the familiar air, the morning glories on the courtyard wall carried a strange fragrance, Samira sat on the roof of the shelter house. This was the first time that she felt that she could change the life here with her own power.
Let the children in the yard have satisfied smiles on their faces, and let the old ladies in the shelter go to those ridiculous charities every week to beg for money under those shiny and ugly faces.
She was even secretly glad in her heart. If it hadn't been for the siege of the city by the Cerberus Legion this time, she might still not be able to get rid of the previous predicament.
Her reputation has been completely ruined among the guides in Wozhimara City. The number of adventure groups that dare to hire her as a guide is actually very limited. It is not every day that a new adventure group finds her head. There is no union behind her.
Support, Samila's life in Wozhimara City is usually very difficult. In order to survive, while acting as a guide, she is also an excellent thief. She knows when to strike without being discovered, and what kind of person
Even if the money is stolen, there will be no complaint.
She is also an excellent hunter and knows exactly where to hunt delicious prey in the jungle outside.
Samira never even thought about right and wrong. She tried her best every day to survive.
Grandma finally made dinner for all the children. These half-year-old children do not have much difference in food intake as adults. Especially when they are still growing, the nutrition cannot keep up and may even affect their growth.
She straightened up and looked at the two figures on the roof, with the gentlest smile in her eyes.
She banged the wooden spoon against the bucket hard, making a clanging sound, and shouted in a loud voice:
“Samira, quickly bring Aphrodite down from the roof and teach these children how to deal with you. The milk porridge tonight tastes really good. Do you want some?”
Looking at the wide smile on the old grandma’s face, Samira waved her hands disdainfully and said casually:
"I'll forget it. The guard camp provides free dinner, meat porridge and wheat cakes. It doesn't matter if we go back later. As long as we tell the name of our captain, those in charge of the dinner will always find a way to come up with something."
The children around the dining table let out countless sighs of envy. The figure of the eldest sister, Samira, was extremely tall and supreme in their hearts.
A dark hood covered her charming face, bathed in the golden sunlight. The succubus Aphrodite lay on the ridge of the red tile roof, so comfortable that she wanted to sing.
This place is countless times better than the sinful realm of the Fiery Hell. There are no extreme bad weather, no ground fires that appear for no reason, no sandstorms that cover the sky, and no burning stones falling from the sky. This world is originally
Is such that.
Although her back still hurt, she still insisted on lying on the ridge like this. She even felt that it was good to have no wings. At least she looked more like a human like this. As long as she carefully hid the corners of her head in her hair, she would
I feel like there is no difference between myself and the people around me.
Samira touched her right arm, which was in bone marrow pain, and felt secretly annoyed. Ever since she had the blessing power of the 'Blessed Body', she seemed to be becoming more and more unable to bear the pain. Every time she was 'Blessed by God'
After her body disappeared, it was the most difficult time for her. In the past, she could even hold her injured arm like this, lean on the back of the wall at the top of the city, and catch a nap in just a quarter of an hour.
The half-elf archer glanced at Aphrodite. She knew that the succubus's back wing bones had been cut off completely. She was a little envious of Aphrodite being able to enjoy the sunshine so peacefully under such circumstances. That was a picture.
With a beautiful face full of coquettishness and temptation, Samira felt that Aphrodite had the sexiest lips and a pair of enchanting eyes in the world. Looking at her plump breasts wrapped in a black cloak, Samira lowered her head and looked down.
With a somewhat flat chest, I felt an indescribable feeling of depression in my heart.
Samira has a quarter of the elven blood, and her elf figure is the most perfect among all races. Samira wears a hood every day and covers her face because people who see her for the first time tend to pay attention to her.
The magnificent beauty of the mixed-blood elf ignored her outstanding abilities. Initially, she stole things just to teach these LSPs a lesson, but later it slowly evolved into a habit.
Her fingers were long and slender, and she would become inexplicably excited every time she touched something heavy, round, and hard.
"Samira..." Andrew's rough voice came from the door.
The Nanai warrior now carries two axes on his back. One of the axes with a copper handle was wrapped in linen by Andrew, and the specific appearance could not be seen clearly. Samira stared at the ax handle with some envy. Did she know that handle?
How sharp is the ax? I feel a little regretful. If I had known that Surdak would give everyone a magic weapon, I would have shown the forest bow to Surdak earlier. It was an extremely ordinary forest bow.
Suldak also appeared at the door of the shelter. He stood at the door and looked inside.
The ogre Grettum will never leave the Hellanza guard camp at this time. He will guard the free dinner in the guard camp. After all the knights have finished eating, it will be the ogre's lonely meal time. Ogre's motto
:Enjoy the lonely food and get spiritual self-healing from the feast.
The half-elf archer jumped up. She jumped lightly from the roof into the courtyard. She ran over and opened the courtyard door herself. With a faint smile on her fair face, she stepped forward and asked Suldak: "Captain, why are you here? I am
We’re getting ready to meet the guard camp!”
The succubus Aphrodite seemed to have not woken up, lying lazily on the roof enjoying the last moment of the setting sun.
Surdak waved to Aphrodite, shook the magic-sealing box in his hand, and said to Samira: "I just went to the Magic Guild to retrieve this magic-marked spirit bone. The battle is about to begin.
I want to try to turn this magic-patterned spirit bone into a magic-patterned clothing and put it on your right arm. Do you dare to try it?"
Samira said without hesitation: "Then why not? Even if it can't get better, it can't be worse than it is now!"
The appraiser in the magic tower tested the attributes of the magic pattern spirit bone. President Miller made the final appraisal himself. The life magic pattern on this magic pattern spirit bone was not only power-oriented, but also the life magic pattern.
It is a hybrid type of magic pattern. Once the magic pattern on the spiritual bone is activated, it will instantly release powerful explosive power and quickly perform repeated actions.
For example, if the demon ape activates the magic pattern on its spiritual bones and punches Surdak, Surdak will actually receive two punches.
When Suldak retrieved the spirit bone from the Magic Guild, he also decisively rejected President Miller's proposal to exchange a pair of magic pattern constructed wristbands for the magic pattern spirit bone.
But the only thing I'm worried about now is whether Samira has enough carrying capacity to withstand the power load of the spiritual bone magic pattern itself. If the magic equipment is implanted when it exceeds its own carrying capacity, in addition to enduring the power of the magic pattern,
The suppressed pain will be continuously absorbed by the magic pattern, making the colonist's body continue to become weak, until it is unable to transmit power to the magic pattern, and finally the power is exhausted and the person dies.
In fact, the load-bearing capacity can be tested, but Samira's situation is quite special. Her right arm is always on the verge of collapse, and the load-bearing capacity cannot be tested at all.
Surdak came to the shelter because the conditions of the marching tents in the guard camp were not good. In order to ensure a greater success rate in this attempt to carry out magic pattern breeding, Surdak made a special trip to ask for leave from Karl.
And booked a luxurious room in the best hotel in Wozhimara City.
The old grandma stood in the yard of the shelter, watching the three people leaving against the sunset, and placed her wrinkled hands on the little girl's head.
“Mommy, eldest sister, haven’t they all had dinner? Where are they going?” The little girl looked up at the old grandma and asked in a low voice.
"Some birds are destined not to be kept in cages..." the old grandma said, looking into the distance.