After cleaning the mucus on your hands, clean the egg's case as well.
Holo also saw the original face of the egg.
The off-white bottom shell is set against some black circles.
The whole egg is very stylish.
It's just that when Holo saw this egg, he couldn't help but be a little confused. Logically speaking, such fancy circles in nature mean that they are poisonous...
"Can we still go? This is already the outskirts of the Black Forest, but we still need to go to the next city before we can return to the Imperial Capital."
Mena walked over and knelt down to look at Holo's legs where flesh and blood had been fused with the trouser legs.
Hero's current appearance was in tatters, with only a bit of his raincoat hanging around his neck in half, and all the clothes from the chest down were in shreds in the cabin.
Even some pieces of cloth were tightly adhered to the wound with blood and water due to the body being broken and repaired many times.
It is precisely because of this that Mena cannot see the squirming flesh inside unless she removes the rags on the outside.
Hero stood up straight, moved his legs, frowned and said:
"The injury is too serious. I can walk! But I may not be able to hold on for long..."
To be honest, Hero was a little unsure about Mena's background.
Since last night, he has felt that his world view has been completely overturned. The gap between being a gamer and having experienced life and death is too big.
Just like a kaleidoscope that has been overturned, the contents inside are upside down and completely different from before!
And the man in front of me...
He was cynical when he was in the tavern, and even the later magician apprentice didn't think very well of him.
It seems that in the imperial capital, everyone knows Mena's character.
The semester assessment that he was supposed to be responsible for ended up wiping out all four magician apprentices. Under this situation, he still did not show any emotion.
He carried out imperial tasks calmly and taught him patiently.
"I'm sorry, I don't have medical soul skills."
Mena spread his hands, rummaged in his sleeves, found a bottle and threw it to Hero.
"Be patient for a while and apply some medicine. This can only stop the bleeding and does not significantly improve the recovery of flesh and blood.
Don't look at me like that, you should understand that in a battle between magicians, magicians of the same strength will either be seriously injured or die.
Simple medicine or spiritual magic won't work."
Hero took the medicine bottle, poured out the medicine powder, applied it on the wounds on his legs, and asked casually:
"Then the magician shouldn't be afraid when he goes out. What if he really can't beat him?"
Mena smiled and said: "You have found the key. Most magicians would rather focus on studying the moving soul technique. After all, not everyone has the energy to study the healing soul technique."
After thinking about it, Hero, who had a slight understanding of the logic, silently put away the medicine bottle and carried the bag containing the soul beast eggs on his back.
"Are we leaving now? How are we going to go? We can't really leave, can we? There can't really be magicians who can't fly..."
"..."
When Mena saw Hero's little move of putting away the medicine bottle without saying anything, he just raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything more.
But the second half of what Holo said was really a bit insulting!
"I hope you can say this with a smile in the future!"
Hero: Impossible. In the future, no matter how much it costs, you still have to learn the flying soul technique.
He will not be like a certain mythical beast who will be humiliated every time he appears!
A complex black mark suddenly appeared on Mena's neck.
The space in front of him became illusory, and a huge creature crawled out of it.
Even though Hero had seen the spectacular scene of a deep-sea soul beast standing tall and rolling up thousands of huge waves, he still felt uncontrollable heart palpitations when facing the ferocious giant.
"Say hello, Euntu!"
Only when the giant body completely crawled out of the illusory space did Hero see it clearly.
This is a giant two-tailed scorpion that is two stories tall.
The scorpion feet, which are as strong as cement pillars, are firmly nailed into the soil and look very strong.
The ferocious mouthparts opened directly facing Hero, and a rotten smell hit his face.
From Hero's perspective, all he could see was the saliva brewing in the mouthparts and the shiny, oily plastron.
"Hello..."
Although Scorpion waved his claws to say hello in a very... honest way, Hero still had to suppress his weirdness to say hello.
"Let's go!"
Mena patted Scorpion's feet.
The scorpion bent down its front two pairs of legs, making it easier for Mena to lead Hero onto its back.
Hero sat cross-legged on it. There was a lot of space on the back. He twisted his buttocks. Judging from his size, he could still carry more than ten people.
Under the control of Mena, the scorpion shuttled through the black forest at an extremely fast crawling speed.
The powerful aura emanating from the whole body caused the predators hiding under the forest to shrink back, not daring to have the slightest idea of showing up.
"Baron Mena... By the way, what is going on with the [Holy Land Tower] you mentioned before? Is it an organization with the same nature as the academy?"
From Mena's previous words, he could understand a little bit. At least he knew that the power of the [Holy Land Tower] should be very high, ranging from the decision-making instructions of the empire to the talent cultivation of magician apprentices.
It can all be involved, and it’s a huge thing just thinking about it.
Mena snapped his fingers, and a simple, yellowed roll of paper appeared out of thin air.
Open the roll of paper and hand it to Hero.
"The empire has thirteen [Holy Land Towers], all within the scope of the imperial capital. You can see when you go there. They are the true pillars holding up the empire."
Hero took the piece of paper and saw under the bright moonlight that it was a voucher.
"Um?"
He suspected that he was dazzled or was too tired.
The paper in his hand, which is about the size of A4, is made of golden patterns to form a frame. The golden patterns are constantly twisting on the paper, which is very illusory. In the middle is the name of the holy place called [Tower of Judgment].
Except for the badge in the shape of 'thorns and rattans of various colors intertwining with each other' below, the exquisite and elegant handwritten text takes up most of the paper.
The watermark on the paper is an image of a distant tower.
This is [Judgment Tower]'s magician certification for Mena. Below it is the signature of a magician directly affiliated with the Grand Duke, but Hero can't understand it.
After all, signatures are very personal, and whether you can understand them or not depends on fate.
"This is my magician certificate. Many towns under the supervision of high-level magicians have many rules.
It is forbidden to fly, it is not allowed to use attacking soul skills, it is forbidden to release soul beasts, etc. When walking there, the voucher is very important. Of course, this is just to show you what the voucher looks like, so that you don't know it in the future.
Each of the thirteen towers has its own characteristics, [Tower of the Sun] represents the blazing heat, [Tower of the Moon] represents the weirdness, [Tower of Judgment] represents the judgment...
Each tower specializes in different soul arts.
It depends on what kind of soul circuit you have awakened. If there is a soul circuit that fits their system very well, the magician in charge of recruiting students will use the tower ritual to find you."
"What? The admissions office came to recruit people?"
Why is this routine so familiar...
"After all, there is also a competitive relationship between towers. For example, there are two opposing systems in [Sun] and [Moon], and they will curse each other just when they meet.
However, they still attach great importance to the training of new people. The empire is so big and there are many people with qualifications, but most of them cannot break through to the level of magician."
"What will happen if you can't break through to a high-level magician?"
When Mena heard this question, he turned his cheek and sounded a little solemn.
"Either be sent to the frontier to open up the empire's territory, or become a level magician to study soul materials, or explore forbidden areas to obtain supplies, or become a slave guard in a high tower.
Waste can always be reused. After all, the tower uses a lot of resources to train them...
In the world of magicians, there is no such thing as kindness, we only treat our own souls well!"