"At least I can use the family's strength to see the scenery at a higher place, unlike them... who may be mediocre and eventually become a mere fuel in the dazzling brilliance of the tower."
Holo hid his face in the darkness of his hood, his eyes scanning the various life scenes in the market.
There is a mixed crowd here, and there are many apprentices with no future sitting on the ground, playing with materials that may have no value at all.
There are also many magicians who hide their identities and move through the crowd to make some kind of shady deal.
In the final analysis, it's just two words...struggle.
Byrne on the side felt the emotions of Holo keenly. He glanced at the apprentices with no hope on their faces from the corner of his eye and couldn't help but sigh inwardly:
"Indeed... they are very lucky. They... can hide here for a whole day. Maybe one day they will be forced to be recruited by the tower and take their lives to fill the holes in the forbidden realm of nothingness."
"Maybe, we are just apprentices..." Hero recalled what happened on the snowfield and quickened his pace.
After many twists and turns, the two of them arrived at the [Detroit Grocery Store].
After being out for a few days, the old man probably has no more grenades in his hand.
But Helo didn't come here just to replenish supplies.
There weren't many people at the door of the remote hut. The reason was, of course, that the hut was not attractive in the first place.
In the beginning, it was only through Ms. Palin's relationship that I was able to fool a group of newcomers under the guise of the tower's designated textbooks.
However, leeks will grow, and most apprentices will understand the rules after suffering a few losses.
The basic textbooks are universal and no one dares to fake them, so after discovering that the grocery store is not as powerful as they thought, they stopped looking at it.
But any store that can survive in a complicated [low-rise market]... is not simple.
"Where's the old man? Old man! Come and pick up the guests!"
Byrne walked into the store and didn't see the person he was looking for at first sight, so he started howling at the top of his lungs.
"Howling dogs? Even though our store is a bit broken, we don't owe any debts, right? You come to the door and howl! Are you here to collect debts?!"
The door at the back of the shop opened, and a strange figure came out, fiddling with his pants as he closed the door.
"Old man? Why did you become like this?"
Even Hero was surprised. They had only been away for a few days. Why had the old man changed so much?
What kind of soul magic is this?
I saw a large yellow-gray clay pot on his head. Except for the mouth of the pot stuck at the bottom, there were no holes on the top and bottom of the pot for ventilation.
The two stepped forward in tacit understanding and knocked on the jar.
'Dong-dong-dong!'
The sound produced by the knocking of the clay pot is very nice, dull but very textured.
It's a good jar.
"What are you doing? What are you two doing? You want to kill the old man so that you can move the store, right? Lilith, help me!"
The old man's thin body wanted to retreat, but Hero and Byrne pulled the jar hard, making a cracking sound when they pulled their necks.
The inferior puppet man standing behind the counter turned his head this way.
It's just that she had already recorded the identities of Helo and the two of them, and after testing found that they did not cause any dangerous behavior to the store, they did not obey the old man's order.
The main theme is a rebel!
"What's going on? We've only been out for a few days. How did you become like this? What is this jar for?"
"Stop knocking, stop knocking, idiot! Come and save me!"
"Okay, okay, I'll let you go and you can tell me properly."
After finally letting go and moving the pot back to its original position, the old man leaned on the counter panting.
"Do you know that people need maintenance when they get old?"
Hero couldn't hold it back anymore, knocked on the jar and asked:
"What maintenance method are you doing?"
"Of course I am... eh? There's something wrong with you." The old man who wanted to explain suddenly realized something was wrong.
Even though his head was covered, he looked at Holo up and down.
Holo was stunned for a moment: "What?"
"There's something wrong. Nine out of ten things are wrong. Are you still a human being?"
"Why am I not? You are not like this!" After Hero said this, he turned around in a circle to prove that there was nothing wrong with him.
"I didn't mean it that way, but it does seem... strange, how much has changed after going out?"
"Have you noticed this?" Hero then realized that the old man in front of him could actually see something different about him.
Even though it's just a sign, the most incredible thing is here.
The old man's facial features were in the jar, but he didn't find that he had used the Soul Detection Technique.
Obviously, with the help of moonlight, the strange condition of the soul has been controlled within the body.
He has this confidence that unless the difference in strength is too large, he will not be discovered before others come into contact with him.
Could it be that the old man in front of me really attracted Ms. Palin through her strength?
Seemingly sensing Holo's doubts, the old man stretched out two fingers, pointed at the position of his own eyes, and then pointed at Holo's eyes:
"There are many great things about the old man. You are the only one who can see things clearly, but you both have changed a lot."
Byrne and Holo, who were initially confused when listening to the riddle, looked at each other, and in the next second they both acted in unison, pretending to be nonchalant, and turned away.
"If you don't make progress, can you still be called an apprentice? Why don't you just go to the forbidden area and become cannon fodder?"
"Hmm~ That makes sense. You two have just come back? What are you doing with the old man? You don't even have anything on hand! What's the matter? You went out and ran out of money to clean Qiufeng? You all want the grocery store?"
The three questions muffled in the clay pot made Hero choke, and he couldn't say anything about what he wanted to ask.
"We think you don't have any desire for people to consume, but you do have some appeal."
"Billions of ideas? Honestly, how old am I and are you still scheming with me?"
"That is, looking for some documentary records."
"The [Library] is not enough for you to browse through? Come to the grocery store to find unreliable ones?"
Although the old man's words were unpleasant, they were mostly meant to make fun of himself, and not even a fool could discern the meaning of showing off his pride.
I have to say that the only thing that attracts people to the [Detroit Grocery Store] is the pile of ‘toilet paper’.
Whether you can get useful and reliable information from it is up to you.
It's like finding a needle in a haystack.
Byrne muttered beside him: "You have been here for so many years, don't you know that apprentices are not qualified to read the books on the upper level? What's more, even if it is a high tower, it may not be available for people to read."
The old man, who was obviously in the jar but didn't know how he could hear clearly, asked directly and seriously:
"What is it? Please make it clear and don't bring the disaster outside to the old man. A small grocery store can't handle it."
Hero looked around and saw that there were still two or three people in the grocery store looking through the bookshelves. He lowered his voice and suggested:
"Let's find a quiet place to talk. There are many people here... some things are hard to say."
Realizing that the trouble caused by the two of them was probably not small, the old man silently led the two of them back to the previous room.
There was no one in the room as Hero suspected.
"Tell me more about it. If you hide even a little bit, the old man won't help."
[Underground Market] After being around for so long, the old man knows that... unknown troubles often bring irreparable losses.
Looking at each other, Byrne simply recounted the incident.
The old man who calmly accepted the information and was prepared to analyze the dangers inside felt more and more strange.
Sitting on the stool with a thin figure, he began to tremble uncontrollably.
Even the yellow-gray clay pot on his head began to change.
A large amount of colloid gushes out from the mouth of the jar and sticks to the jar body to form an ugly cheek.
The carved face is like the smile of a clown in an amusement park, with the gum turning into sausage-like plump lips, protruding eyeballs and a colorful nose.
It's just that all these facial features are in a sunken state.
The ugly face made Hero temporarily forget what the old man looked like before.
"Did you two participate in the Snowfield Incident?! Do you have the relic in your hands? Take it out quickly and show it to the old man. Don't worry, no outsiders will investigate here. I will help you keep the secret!"
The greedy look actually appeared on the jar.
The anxious tone made Byrne startled.
Why is this old man so rumored that the relics can fall on our heads?
Holo rolled his eyes and explained helplessly:
"I don't know where you got the information from, and it's too unreliable. You didn't see how many grand dukes appeared at that time. Even if the relics fall into our hands, they don't belong to us."
"Grand Duke Magician? Impossible! Absolutely impossible! The intelligence did not mention that if the Grand Duke had appeared, the snowfield would have been turned into a deserted land."
Byrne immediately retorted: "How is it impossible? Brother Luo and I saw it with our own eyes. There were at least a dozen Grand Dukes in the sky!"
The expression on the jar changed continuously, and the old man turned around and muttered to himself.
"Yes, that's just a substitute. It makes sense. Even if you are a substitute, you are not qualified to get the relic. You don't know whose hands the relic ended up in and what it looks like."
"The relic... is very precious?"
The old man subconsciously retorted: "Of course the relic is precious. It is superior to the soul weapon. It is what all magicians dream of. They have magical power that can change a magician's destiny! Even if I sell you, I can't get it back. You know.
!"
"Then do you want to know what that relic looks like?"
"Of course I have! The old man has seen a relic in his life. It would be great if he could touch it with his own hands and brag about it with his old friends."
"Bragging, even if I tell you what I look like, you may not recognize me!"
"Shit! The old man has accumulated so much information, so he can naturally tell the difference. Not to mention the appearance, I know everything about the purpose!"
"I know what that relic is, let's make a deal."
Holo's understatement made the old man turn around suddenly, and the eyes on the clay pot were full of shock and desire for knowledge.
But what he saw was Holo's cunning smile.
"You haven't said what you are here for yet."
"Nothing, I just want to know something that the tower won't show...that's all."
"What is it?" Two drops of sweat flowed from the forehead of the old man in the clay pot.
He had a bad premonition.
Byrne said indifferently:
"Information about the life map of the main hub city...just."
"What? What do you want to plan? Where did you know about it? Who gave you the courage?"
Of course he knows what the life picture represents.
That is the main city second only to the tower and the imperial capital.
What's wrong with your research? Study this thing.
If you put it outside, whoever inquires about it will die!
"Just tell me if you want to know about that relic."