Lightning slashed the sky and illuminated the dark walls.
Derickberg carried a leather bag and carried a Hurricane Axe in hand, standing outside the doorway with nearly ten teammates.
Looking up, he saw that the black soil between the cracks in the rocks of the city wall was dry and slag, but clusters of tenacious weeds grew. They floated finely, like human hair.
At this moment, he heard the slight footsteps, quickly withdrew his gaze and looked at the city gate.
As the lightning and darkness alternated, a tall figure slowly walked over, carrying two restrained straight swords behind it.
Immediately afterwards, his pale and messy hair, his vicissitudes of deep distortion, his unchanged brown jacket and linen shirt reflected in the eyes of Derrick and others one after another.
The visitor was the chief of the Silver City Six-Person Committee, Colin Iliad, a powerful demon hunter.
After Derick said hello, he subconsciously turned his eyes to the chief's waist, where there was a belt divided into many grids, each grid with a different bottle of metal inserted.
This is a demon hunter's experience and powerful representation.
Derrick had heard from his parents that Demon Hunter was good at discovering the weaknesses of different monsters, identifying the uses of various materials, and in the unique meditation mode, targeting the former, and using the latter, they can use the latter to prepare corresponding magical potions, holy ointments, essential oils and special marks. Then, by taking, applying, and using these items, the effect of restraining the target is achieved.
In a sense, the experienced, knowledgeable, well-prepared, and sensitive Demon Hunters are the nemesis of most monsters, and the number and type of metal bottles on their waists represent their experience.
Of course, this is just some of the extraordinary abilities that Demon Hunters possess, and they cannot be called demigods or saints by this alone.
Colin looked around and confirmed that all the team members had arrived, so he said in a low voice:
Light the light and set off.
The two team members immediately lit the candles in the lantern, letting the dim light shine through the extremely thin leather in a daze.
During the day when the lightning frequency is high, there is no need to use candles in Baiyin City, because light is shining every two or three seconds, and the surrounding monsters have been cleared over and over again. However, once you leave Baiyin City and enter the depths of darkness, you must always keep the candlelight. Otherwise, as long as the lightning does not keep up at a certain stage and creates a lightless environment for more than five seconds, the team will most likely be attacked by some monsters.
The fierce battle was not the most terrible development, and what Derrick still remembered was a story his parents told.
Once, when they were exploring the depths of the darkness, the candles were not replaced in time due to the previous stage of the battle with the corroded zombie tide, so they had to endure the deep darkness that lasted for eight seconds. When lightning came back and the candlelight appeared, they were stunned to see that there were only five of the original eight teammates left, and the other three disappeared silently and unknowingly, and never appeared again.
Taking a breath, Derick clasped the Hurricane Axe, walked in the middle of the team, following the chief in the predetermined direction.
A flash of lightning flashed, making the plain fields covered with long black grass appear like gloomy oil paintings.
An exploration team composed of 10 extraordinary people walked on the road full of rugged gravels and penetrated into the patches of black grass.
The lightning subsided, and the rich darkness instantly rolled back, almost swallowing them completely.
The dim candlelight shone out in the leather, shakingly defending the surrounding area.
…………
East Side, inside a greasy cheap cafe.
As agreed before, Klein found the old Kohler who was applying margarine toast.
He glanced at the wrinkled cigarettes placed on the table and smiled:
Newly bought?
No, I have never sucked it again before, but I always carry it with me, occasionally taking it out and sniffing it. Haha, this reminds me of that wandering life. At that time, I really felt that I could die at any time.Old Kohler's tone was a little scared.
Klein took out the 20 Suler change that he had exchanged in advance and pushed it to the other party while sitting down:
I was very satisfied with the information last time.
Without waiting for Old Kohler to be modest, he turned his head to look at the counter:
A piece of Yàn wheat bread, two slices of toast, a piece of butter, a portion of beef stewed with potatoes, and 1pc of tea.
Mr. Moriarty, you didn’t have dinner yesterday?Old Kohler was stunned for a moment with the banknotes.
Klein shook his head and said with a smile:
I'll be very busy next time and maybe I don't have time for lunch.
He wanted to pretend that he was very active and serious, after all, he received 100 pounds of funds from Prince Edsack.
Old Kohler didn't ask much, and looked vigilantly, stuffing the banknotes into his pocket.
What you asked me to inquire last time has come to fruition. Azke Eggs's reward comes from several gang bosses and some intelligence dealers. Well, I don't know who entrusted them, it's hard to get in touch with them.
MI9... Klein nodded:
It's enough, you don't need to go deeper, that's too dangerous.
Old Kohler breathed a sigh of relief and said:
Two days ago, someone met a guy suspected of Azke Eggs in a cheap hotel on Golden Cloak Street. It is said that it is basically the same as the photos on the reward list.
...Klein's heart was terrified, and he laughed instead:
Then what?Is it because I was just about to fight for this reward when the matter was over?
Then?With clues, many bounty hunters rushed over quickly, but found nothing. Uh, they said there were signs of fighting in that room.Old Kohler tried hard to recall the news he had collected.
The intelligence will definitely be given to MINI 9 first... Is this a secret battle between Mr. Azke and them?
I don't know what the result is... Klein glanced at the boss who came over with the plate and said to Old Kohler in a pretentious way:
You take me to Golden Cloak Street later, maybe I can find some clues.
At this time, breakfast time in the East District has passed, and there are very few guests in the cheap cafe.
good.Old Kohler agreed without hesitation.
A total of sixteen and one-half of a penny.The boss put the breakfast that Klein wanted on the table. There was not much beef in the potatoes, but it was stewed very hard. It was obviously prepared in advance. The strong aroma made Old Kohler swallow his saliva.
After paying, Klein picked up the fork and spoon and said to Old Kohler:
continue.
No one is looking for believers of fools, except for a few stubborn bounty hunters... many unemployed textile workers, including some male workers, left the East District... Old Kohler said one by one.
What?Klein swallowed the beef, raised his head, and left the East Side?
I probably found another job, but I can't find out where I went.Old Kohler answered truthfully.
Their family doesn't know?Klein asked.
Some left with their unemployed family members, while others had no family members and came to Beckland from other places to find work.Old Kohler had already done some investigation.
Judging from the choice of the subject, there is something wrong with this matter... Klein will write it down first, and continue to listen to Old Kohler telling about what happened in the East District during this period.
After arguing for the next meeting, he put down the tableware, wiped his mouth, picked up his hat and said:
Go to Golden Cloak Street.
…………
Inside the only cheap hotel on Golden Cape Street.
After the boss charged two pence, he led Klein and old Kohler to the room that the person suspected of Azke Eggs had lived.
Many bounty hunters came during this period, hehe, I made a lot of money, so they kept it the same.The boss opened the door with the key and pointed inside.
Klein looked at it and saw the lodging chairs and rags scattered everywhere. Apart from that, there was no trace of any other fight.
With a pretty high inspiration, Klein turned his attention to the bed.
After staring for two seconds, he walked over and bent down and patted the bed.
Puff, a little dust flew up and a light black mouse jumped out from under the bed.
It seems normal and has no problems, but in Klein's spiritual vision, its aura is only black and green.
The mouse turned around and climbed up the wall, exposing her abdomen to Klein's eyes.
In that soft place, the flesh and blood were green and pus flowed, and you could directly see the same rotten internal organs inside.
Klein thoughtfully withdrew his gaze and said to the old Kohler who had not paid any attention to the mouse:
Has Azke Eggs's reward been taken back?
No.Old Kohler must have shook his head.
Klein looked at it again and walked out:
Let's go, there are no valuable clues.
…………
No. 15 Minsk Street.
Klein, who had been busy outside for a day, lay in bed early and entered the dream world.
The sometimes continuous and sometimes fragmented fragments floated by, and Klein suddenly woke up and knew that he was dreaming.
The power invaded my dream... Klein maintained his misty state just now and looked around inadvertently.
He found himself in the suburbs, with fertile fields everywhere.
A river ran from a distance and turned around the cliff ahead.
One side of the cliff is bare, showing pure white rocks. From a distance, it looks extremely holy and beautiful.
At the river bay, nearly ten men and women wearing black coats or dark jackets surrounded by a hidden underground entrance, including Cline's acquaintance, Econser Bernard.
White Cliff Town...Stford River Bay...Mechanical Heart...Are they exploring the tomb of the Amon family?But why did the scene appear in my dream?Klein was puzzled.
At this moment, he saw the water light floating on the surface of the river and quickly outlined a line of white words:
Your loyal servant Arodes reports to you about the exploration.
...Kline's mouth opened slightly, and for a short while he couldn't speak, and a voice echoed in his mind:
You said, why do you do in a good mirror?
Derickberg carried a leather bag and carried a Hurricane Axe in hand, standing outside the doorway with nearly ten teammates.
Looking up, he saw that the black soil between the cracks in the rocks of the city wall was dry and slag, but clusters of tenacious weeds grew. They floated finely, like human hair.
At this moment, he heard the slight footsteps, quickly withdrew his gaze and looked at the city gate.
As the lightning and darkness alternated, a tall figure slowly walked over, carrying two restrained straight swords behind it.
Immediately afterwards, his pale and messy hair, his vicissitudes of deep distortion, his unchanged brown jacket and linen shirt reflected in the eyes of Derrick and others one after another.
The visitor was the chief of the Silver City Six-Person Committee, Colin Iliad, a powerful demon hunter.
After Derick said hello, he subconsciously turned his eyes to the chief's waist, where there was a belt divided into many grids, each grid with a different bottle of metal inserted.
This is a demon hunter's experience and powerful representation.
Derrick had heard from his parents that Demon Hunter was good at discovering the weaknesses of different monsters, identifying the uses of various materials, and in the unique meditation mode, targeting the former, and using the latter, they can use the latter to prepare corresponding magical potions, holy ointments, essential oils and special marks. Then, by taking, applying, and using these items, the effect of restraining the target is achieved.
In a sense, the experienced, knowledgeable, well-prepared, and sensitive Demon Hunters are the nemesis of most monsters, and the number and type of metal bottles on their waists represent their experience.
Of course, this is just some of the extraordinary abilities that Demon Hunters possess, and they cannot be called demigods or saints by this alone.
Colin looked around and confirmed that all the team members had arrived, so he said in a low voice:
Light the light and set off.
The two team members immediately lit the candles in the lantern, letting the dim light shine through the extremely thin leather in a daze.
During the day when the lightning frequency is high, there is no need to use candles in Baiyin City, because light is shining every two or three seconds, and the surrounding monsters have been cleared over and over again. However, once you leave Baiyin City and enter the depths of darkness, you must always keep the candlelight. Otherwise, as long as the lightning does not keep up at a certain stage and creates a lightless environment for more than five seconds, the team will most likely be attacked by some monsters.
The fierce battle was not the most terrible development, and what Derrick still remembered was a story his parents told.
Once, when they were exploring the depths of the darkness, the candles were not replaced in time due to the previous stage of the battle with the corroded zombie tide, so they had to endure the deep darkness that lasted for eight seconds. When lightning came back and the candlelight appeared, they were stunned to see that there were only five of the original eight teammates left, and the other three disappeared silently and unknowingly, and never appeared again.
Taking a breath, Derick clasped the Hurricane Axe, walked in the middle of the team, following the chief in the predetermined direction.
A flash of lightning flashed, making the plain fields covered with long black grass appear like gloomy oil paintings.
An exploration team composed of 10 extraordinary people walked on the road full of rugged gravels and penetrated into the patches of black grass.
The lightning subsided, and the rich darkness instantly rolled back, almost swallowing them completely.
The dim candlelight shone out in the leather, shakingly defending the surrounding area.
…………
East Side, inside a greasy cheap cafe.
As agreed before, Klein found the old Kohler who was applying margarine toast.
He glanced at the wrinkled cigarettes placed on the table and smiled:
Newly bought?
No, I have never sucked it again before, but I always carry it with me, occasionally taking it out and sniffing it. Haha, this reminds me of that wandering life. At that time, I really felt that I could die at any time.Old Kohler's tone was a little scared.
Klein took out the 20 Suler change that he had exchanged in advance and pushed it to the other party while sitting down:
I was very satisfied with the information last time.
Without waiting for Old Kohler to be modest, he turned his head to look at the counter:
A piece of Yàn wheat bread, two slices of toast, a piece of butter, a portion of beef stewed with potatoes, and 1pc of tea.
Mr. Moriarty, you didn’t have dinner yesterday?Old Kohler was stunned for a moment with the banknotes.
Klein shook his head and said with a smile:
I'll be very busy next time and maybe I don't have time for lunch.
He wanted to pretend that he was very active and serious, after all, he received 100 pounds of funds from Prince Edsack.
Old Kohler didn't ask much, and looked vigilantly, stuffing the banknotes into his pocket.
What you asked me to inquire last time has come to fruition. Azke Eggs's reward comes from several gang bosses and some intelligence dealers. Well, I don't know who entrusted them, it's hard to get in touch with them.
MI9... Klein nodded:
It's enough, you don't need to go deeper, that's too dangerous.
Old Kohler breathed a sigh of relief and said:
Two days ago, someone met a guy suspected of Azke Eggs in a cheap hotel on Golden Cloak Street. It is said that it is basically the same as the photos on the reward list.
...Klein's heart was terrified, and he laughed instead:
Then what?Is it because I was just about to fight for this reward when the matter was over?
Then?With clues, many bounty hunters rushed over quickly, but found nothing. Uh, they said there were signs of fighting in that room.Old Kohler tried hard to recall the news he had collected.
The intelligence will definitely be given to MINI 9 first... Is this a secret battle between Mr. Azke and them?
I don't know what the result is... Klein glanced at the boss who came over with the plate and said to Old Kohler in a pretentious way:
You take me to Golden Cloak Street later, maybe I can find some clues.
At this time, breakfast time in the East District has passed, and there are very few guests in the cheap cafe.
good.Old Kohler agreed without hesitation.
A total of sixteen and one-half of a penny.The boss put the breakfast that Klein wanted on the table. There was not much beef in the potatoes, but it was stewed very hard. It was obviously prepared in advance. The strong aroma made Old Kohler swallow his saliva.
After paying, Klein picked up the fork and spoon and said to Old Kohler:
continue.
No one is looking for believers of fools, except for a few stubborn bounty hunters... many unemployed textile workers, including some male workers, left the East District... Old Kohler said one by one.
What?Klein swallowed the beef, raised his head, and left the East Side?
I probably found another job, but I can't find out where I went.Old Kohler answered truthfully.
Their family doesn't know?Klein asked.
Some left with their unemployed family members, while others had no family members and came to Beckland from other places to find work.Old Kohler had already done some investigation.
Judging from the choice of the subject, there is something wrong with this matter... Klein will write it down first, and continue to listen to Old Kohler telling about what happened in the East District during this period.
After arguing for the next meeting, he put down the tableware, wiped his mouth, picked up his hat and said:
Go to Golden Cloak Street.
…………
Inside the only cheap hotel on Golden Cape Street.
After the boss charged two pence, he led Klein and old Kohler to the room that the person suspected of Azke Eggs had lived.
Many bounty hunters came during this period, hehe, I made a lot of money, so they kept it the same.The boss opened the door with the key and pointed inside.
Klein looked at it and saw the lodging chairs and rags scattered everywhere. Apart from that, there was no trace of any other fight.
With a pretty high inspiration, Klein turned his attention to the bed.
After staring for two seconds, he walked over and bent down and patted the bed.
Puff, a little dust flew up and a light black mouse jumped out from under the bed.
It seems normal and has no problems, but in Klein's spiritual vision, its aura is only black and green.
The mouse turned around and climbed up the wall, exposing her abdomen to Klein's eyes.
In that soft place, the flesh and blood were green and pus flowed, and you could directly see the same rotten internal organs inside.
Klein thoughtfully withdrew his gaze and said to the old Kohler who had not paid any attention to the mouse:
Has Azke Eggs's reward been taken back?
No.Old Kohler must have shook his head.
Klein looked at it again and walked out:
Let's go, there are no valuable clues.
…………
No. 15 Minsk Street.
Klein, who had been busy outside for a day, lay in bed early and entered the dream world.
The sometimes continuous and sometimes fragmented fragments floated by, and Klein suddenly woke up and knew that he was dreaming.
The power invaded my dream... Klein maintained his misty state just now and looked around inadvertently.
He found himself in the suburbs, with fertile fields everywhere.
A river ran from a distance and turned around the cliff ahead.
One side of the cliff is bare, showing pure white rocks. From a distance, it looks extremely holy and beautiful.
At the river bay, nearly ten men and women wearing black coats or dark jackets surrounded by a hidden underground entrance, including Cline's acquaintance, Econser Bernard.
White Cliff Town...Stford River Bay...Mechanical Heart...Are they exploring the tomb of the Amon family?But why did the scene appear in my dream?Klein was puzzled.
At this moment, he saw the water light floating on the surface of the river and quickly outlined a line of white words:
Your loyal servant Arodes reports to you about the exploration.
...Kline's mouth opened slightly, and for a short while he couldn't speak, and a voice echoed in his mind:
You said, why do you do in a good mirror?
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