The prisoner and the sea

Chapter 83 My Spell Slot, My Mantra [Wan Zi] [Please subscribe for a monthly pass~]

In a dark room.

An evil light was reflected on the blood-made pentagram circle, and an evil thing slowly spread inside and grew stronger.

Four hooded figures are in the room.

The red candlelight casts only the shadows of their masks.

There was a damp stink in the air.

"How many days until we're free?" said one of them.

"Ouch." The one next to him made a motion of vomiting, and it was dragging a... or half a corpse, and the bloody thing tore a red mark on the ground.The dark red makes people feel uneasy.Even the rest of the masked people felt uneasy.

"Honestly," said a female voice, "it's not much better than cannibalism, not much better than cannibalism..."

"Then you want to eat people?" said a mature man's voice as firm as steel.

His tone is so serious that you feel that even if he utters a joke, it doesn't look like a joke, and even if he makes a joke, it doesn't look like a joke.

"No, no..." The woman waved her hands worriedly.

"A certain degree of indulgence will be conducive to better temperance."

The mature man said in a hypnotic tone: "This world is too big and too unknowable. We haven't even seen the core cabin of Utopia, and we can't wait to board the black island and get in touch with everything in the world. Look at the sea, That sky, above and within, is full of weirdness waiting for us. We must move forward rationally, we must obtain stronger power, and sacrifice is just a crime we have to bear."

The person who made the vomiting motion straightened his back.

The trembling lips of the woman who completed this kind of murder called 'masochistic killing' for the first time under the mask stopped trembling.

The young people who asked when they would be free felt that their group was so cool.

Corpse?

The body was unresponsive.The empty and lifeless eyes seemed to be looking at the exposed hand of the mature man, looking at the golden wedding ring on the hand that belonged to the corpse.

If it is a necessary crime.

Why take other people's property?

The corpse doesn't know, and won't ask.

Fortunately, someone else will ask for him.

On the ceiling, darkness slowly spread.As if it was raining outside, the ceiling leaked a little.A small piece, to the extent that no one would care.The four people who performed the strange ritual shared a discussion on a secret book called "The Monk of Suffering".They are even like people, flipping through the books, boasting the knowledge and power they have gained from them.

Tick.

First, a drop of water dripped down and landed on the head of the woman among them.

She was thinking about academics, sighed annoyedly, and looked at the ceiling hysterically:

"Why is there a leak?"

"Maybe it's raining." Young people are obsessed with the pleasure of learning secret knowledge. This feeling of being able to clearly feel that they are "becoming stronger" as they understand more areas is really fascinating.

The other young man frowned, secretly pulled up the curtains, and looked at the outside world.The dark graveyard-like hill and the sheepfold came into view, and the night was getting dark, but the light of March seemed to be subtly unable to shine here.He murmured, "It's not raining..."

The mature man's face under the mask showed a thoughtful expression, and the next moment, he seemed to remember something.

"Be alert, light up the oil lamp..."

The voice did not fall.

A sudden and strange wind appeared in the room, on the second floor of the shepherd's hut where the doors and windows were not opened.The curtains seemed to be pulled crazily by invisible ghosts.

call!
The wind is blowing!

The candles, the oil lamps with the shutters open, went out in a flash.

Intense fear stuck the necks of the four people, preventing them from screaming.

In the darkness, the dark color of the ceiling rapidly grew larger.

Tick.

Tick ​​tock.

rustling...

Dense raindrops dripped from the ceiling and onto the ground.Crashing, the water flowed on the ground like some kind of living jelly, slowly entangled the soles of their feet.

The cold mist began to block their physical energy.

They dare not move.

Only the mature man reached into his pocket tremblingly, took out a revolver, opened the safety in a little embarrassment amidst the rain curtain in the room, stirred it with the steam pull bolt next to it, and released the gun to the revolver. The chamber increases pressure so that it can be used in rainy weather.

click click...

This is the only sound among the sound of rain.

then.

Scream!

A figure wearing a yellow raincoat suddenly appeared at the door. Under the hood of the yellow raincoat was a pair of red beast pupils.

"..."

"Die, monster!"

"Ahhh!"

boom!Boom!

"..."

In the dark world behind the curtain, there were only two brief flashes of light and two dull sounds.

"..."

The rain greedily absorbed the red blood.

Four corpses fell down, their crimes were no longer important, their bodies and source power were polluted by ghost stories.The strange man in the yellow raincoat held a short-handled tool hammer in the overlong sleeve, the dull silver of which was stained with the brown of blood.

It's job done.

The rain seemed to know about this, and slowly stopped.The strange man in the yellow raincoat looked around, and suddenly... as if he saw something, he slowly walked towards a desk with a hammer in his hand.

His sleeve lightly touched the delicious roast beef sausage wrapped in oiled paper cloth on the table.

Squeak!

The door opened and the lights came on.

Under the light at the door, the true identity of the strange man in yellow was revealed. He was a chubby cat lamp that looked like a chinchilla!
Wearing a yellow raincoat.

Above the chubby cat's face, the cat's whiskers are very long.

The pretty young man at the door stretched out his left hand and scolded:
"Release the call!"

"Meow!"

The fat cat in the yellow raincoat reluctantly stretched out its paws to grab the beef sausage, but it disappeared into the air, only making a very unwilling "meow" sound.

thump.

The dark silver tool hammer, which is the summoning material of [Rainy Night Butcher Phantom], fell to the ground and made a splash...

"..."

"call."

Gwen let out a long breath and shook her head.

"How is the power of the spell?" Behind him, the curse blade poked out from above his head and glanced at the room.

"It seems to be quite powerful, one hits four kills four." Behind her, Huita's head sticks out from above her head, looking into the room.

Gwen turned, but her face almost fell into the mountains of the curse blade.

He took a step back reflexively, and stepped into the water with a thud.

These two guys...Gwen pointed to the room: "Search."

"Death." The man of Cursed Blade replied angrily, picked up an oil lamp and entered the room.

"Poor old Sam Derry, I read reports that he has just found a true love twenty-three years his junior and exchanged wedding rings. It's not a misfortune, it's almost like a lifetime virgin It's like my girlfriend died suddenly..."

When Huita walked into the room, he took out the file and glanced at it.

Cursed Blade squatted on the ground, checked the sacrificed corpse first, and laughed at the same time:
"And what's even more tragic is that when he died suddenly, he was about to send his treasures for the last time. Anyway, poor Sam Deli, no one cares about him, even his true love is playing in bars and getting caught in the bureau When you can't find anyone who can guarantee you, you will think of him."

"That girl is pretty big, is she Lute?" Huita's face had a suspicious blush, and a bit of unruliness and natural vulgarity.

"Not every kind of root can lay eggs." Curse Blade said with a meaningful pun, "If it's not something you should do, don't do it."

Gwen watched the two people still joking about the corpse, and shook his head slightly: "Of the four ordinary people, only the leader has a little mark of origin power. Do we need to deal with such a thing?"

"also need?"

Curse Blade let out a disdainful laugh, "It's the guy with half a bucket of water who is the most harmful. The real source force messenger is not so harmful. Look at the one who summoned monsters, that is, to kill wild animals in the wilderness. The purpose is to kill a source messenger. And this group? Killed four people in seven days, one child and three adults, you don't even know what kind of ritual they are using to kill these people..."

Gray Tower said seriously beside him:
"If what they get is a fake, at most it's a life for a few lives, but what I'm most afraid of is that some of them get the real thing... Last time, a group of idiot youths summoned demons in the academy car And without taking protective measures, more than [-] children and more than [-] teenagers died that day... We are not afraid of the opponent's cunning and bad, because then we will at most spend more time."

"What I'm most afraid of is stupid and bad..."

"Those beasts can do anything, and they dare to do anything. Don't prepare to summon the devil with a sense of defense? Dare; don't prepare for an exorcism ceremony to invite evil spirits? Dare; don't prepare for silver to transform a werewolf out? Too much of him ..."

"There is nothing these idiots dare not do, especially after taking too many drugs."

Gwen nodded.

Indeed, on the way of Yuanli, the most feared bad thing is not other Yuanli envoys, because everyone is a scholar and knows the 'consequences' and 'prices'.

But idiots are different.

The idiot not only has no horse, but also dares to do anything recklessly.

"It's indeed Sam Deli, not someone else. These four mentally handicapped, oh, it's a mentally handicapped society called [Suffering Poetry Society], which has only been established for two weeks. The report from the authority said that 'it seems to have obtained some kind of evil Codex, Society for Suffering'."

Curse Blade snatched the information and glanced at it.

"Crime, the murder of at least four people."

"A reward, 50 military rounds per person, regardless of life or death."

"It's okay to make a small profit, at least the cost of material customization is back." Cursed Blade picked up the dark silver tool hammer.

She handed it over: "But in general, Gwen, your luck and charm are too high, right?"

"Ok?"

Gwen took the hammer and gave him a blank look, not thinking that there was any need to discuss these two values.But unexpectedly, Gray Tower also nodded in agreement:
"The luck value is really high. We just received a few commissions to inquire about information, and you quickly inquired about one of them. These four people from the Suffering Poetry Club are not so easy to catch."

This is...

This is not a good train, but an ordinary township train, the one that produces food.Sam Deli is an ordinary shepherd with fifty sheep here, and his loneliness is his portrayal. The lonely old Ron died alone, and this is his future.

Among the township trains, the land here is not considered valuable.

There are only a few stone factories built around here, so this can be a good hiding spot.If it hadn't been for the information, even Curse Blade wouldn't have guessed that the perpetrator would have boldly stopped on the township train near the Old Villager...it was under his nose.But if they hadn't found them, I'm afraid this group of people could really hide for a few months before leaving safely.

Before they went up to the second floor, they found the purchased ingredients, newspapers, etc. in the hall below...

Even sanitation has been done.

It has to be said that the fact that the picture of crab feet is actually more hygienic than an old man living alone is quite ironic.

Curse Blade shook his head:
"Gwen still has a charm that makes people want to talk..."

"..."

What is more noteworthy in the room is a secret book called "The Monk of Suffering".

As bounty hunters, as secret agents, they are independent of the authorities and systems other than the Secret Service, and they don't have to hand over the trophies they get, or even say nothing about them.

Curseblade is clearly a veteran of the line.

Sitting down on a clean sofa on the first floor, while writing the report, I wrote three points:
"No gain."

"No way."

"It's just four pictures of crab feet that worship evil purely."

Finish these three points.

Gwen didn't know if the authorities would believe it, but he did.There are more than a dozen military rounds in his pocket, and three impurity opals, so Gwen obediently didn't say anything about the sense of justice in his heart!
Anyway, he is not a very righteous person.

Huita also took ten rounds for military use and fifty rounds for private use.

Curseblade himself got two pieces of impurity peridot and half a box of brass.

The distribution is very reasonable.

The best value Jean Gwena.

In Utopia, gemstones also have various meanings, and are essential products for various rituals.Guaidan will also consume a lot of gems to strengthen it. It is said that before encountering various terrible things, as long as you have good quality gems on your body, you can throw them away and run away without looking back. This way you can often escape from death... …

Under various legends, gems have also become an important part of Utopian culture.

Gwen stretched, feeling the environment in the mental landscape.

"..."

Certain changes have taken place in the spiritual landscape.

First of all, there is a small piece of wood on the lake...or a raft?

On the square raft is a weird transmitter-like machine, making beeping sounds constantly.Wooden gears and branches with green leaves left, this machine is like a pure wood machine spawned by druids.

A cat lamp sits on top, rubbing its thick, furry paws against some of the buttons on the machine.

Their working time is only for a short time, about one minute or so, these five cat lights will run away, and the other five cat lights will take over the work.

Such a machine took most of Gwen's energy to construct, and spent a lot of military bullets to buy gems for the cat lamps to use as materials.It also took a lot of private manufacturing to buy rations for the cat lamps, so they were willing to make them.

And this machine is only equal to one spell slot.

No, should it be equal to a skill slot?

You can let Gwen place a spell in it, and be able to use your own charm and perception attributes to provide bonuses to cast the spell...

However, cat lights are required to operate every two minutes, that is to say, sixty cat lights are needed to maintain this machine in an hour to provide Gwen with a spell slot.And the working hours of the cat lamp...

Anyway, when Long Gewen told Gwen, he was stunned...

A cat lamp works for 1 minute and needs to rest for more than an hour and fifty-nine minutes!

In other words, in theory, one hundred and twenty cat lamps are needed to provide a charm attribute spell slot.Since cat lights are still lazy, the actual number of this number should be [-] cat lights, so that they can be "uninterrupted".

The current cat lamp in his mental landscape is only enough to support the operation of two such machines.

And now the only spell slot, he stuffed it into the spell [Rainy Night Butcher Phantom], a spell of the summoning system.

His spells can not only get the bonus of charm and perception, but also get the bonus of the source power held by Long Gewen (suspected) [Cat Lamp Theory], a cat that provides energy in a spell slot The more lights, the stronger the bonus.

After these few bonuses, the Phantom-level summoner of Rainy Night Butcher Phantom, which can only fight against two or three ordinary people, is strong enough to kill ordinary people one-to-four in seconds. talent on...

I'm afraid it's excellent!
Ahahahaha!
"..."

Gwen was complacent, and even the action of eating beef sausage became proud.

Huita sat next to him.

Holding a hamburger in the bear's paw, he said at the same time: "But the spell with a high charm value is that kind of feeling...a fluffy fat cat lamp."

"Well……"

Gwen was a little at a loss for words.

The rainy night butcher he summoned was not in the form of cat ears or dog ears, but... a fat cat.

I really don't know how to explain this.

His source of power is not a fat cat either!
"That's right, it's the embodiment of high charisma." Gwen said nonsense in a serious manner, "No one hates cat lights, even the insane crab feet figure will find it funny to see cat lights. This kind of furry creature can't arouse the hostility of others Yeah, isn't that considered high charisma?"

"Makes sense."

Gray Tower was convinced.

"Instead of discussing how furry the Rainy Night Butcher that Gwen summoned was, you two, why don't you come over and write the report for me?"

Curse Blade said with a dissatisfied face.

"..."

Huita suddenly took out the cigarette case from his pocket:

"I'm going to smoke."

"I'll go as well."

The two brothers ran out without even looking at the squirrel.

…………

On Utopia, there are bounty hunters who make a living as a 'detective'...the reason why they are called bounty hunters is because these detectives often have the ability to single-handedly kill seven in and six out of Changbanpo ...and the reason why they are still called detectives is because their force value is enough to 'kill in', and it may be a bit stretched to 'kill out'.

Due to the universality of the source power, the universality of monsters, and the outbreak of a large number of strange stories.

There are endless crimes related to occultism in Utopia.

Various associations accept this kind of entrustment not only because of 'maintaining order and for reward', but more importantly:
In Utopia, killing bad people is not a crime.

Therefore, the sources of human corpses for all associations that favor order and moderation basically come from criminals.

Secret investigation is relatively pure.

It only needs money, and has carried out in-depth cooperation with an association called [Quiet Corpse Ceremony Association], and the other party will handle the criminal's corpse.The spies don't know much about the opponent's philosophy, but in short, if you give money, you are a good brother.Secret agents are so direct!

Gwen and the others waited until the members of the Quiet Corpse Ceremony came to dispose of the corpse.

This is a group of silent bachelors wearing black robes. Whether they are young or old, they all have an indifferent expression.Of course, it's just a feigned indifference... Gwen has been in touch with the philosophy of their association, and their philosophy emphasizes 'form exists without God', which is an idea that changes the inner meaning through the external state.

The sublimated form of this philosophy is a state of 'disregarding the traces of the mind'.

Pay attention to changing the inside through the outside, dealing with things, and doing the three simultaneously.

Resolutely resist the phenomenon of 'saint without merit'.

Understandably, they hate blasters.

They are the kind of people who think that no matter how shocking you are, you must have at least one champion in hand (that is, the public passers-by), but in the eyes of some people, it may be more profane.

For example, the association that worships the saint Larry regards the association of the quiet corpse ceremony as a sworn enemy.

Because they explain the behavior of the saint, and through the interpretation of everything about the saint, they improve themselves and make themselves closer to the saint.

The Quiet Corpse Ceremony Association believes: "Your saint Larry is purely a shock wave. He has no achievements, no personal cultivation, and he can't even count the complete number from one to nine. It's not so much a saint as a Retarded."

They don't just think.

Also promotes...

As a result, others have been broken.

...It is very normal for such a more pragmatic association to have a good relationship with secret agents.

After all, Secret Detective was also recruited by an association that worshiped Saint Larry. At that time, the president of Secret Detective had a famous saying: "Saint? I know it is a saint, but... how much military use are you willing to give?"

If you have money, you bring it with you. This is a secret investigation.

All blind worship is a shock wave, this is the Jingshi Society.

"..."

The bachelors of the Static Corpse gathered up the corpse, took out the bullets, went to the nearby phone booth to call the police, and let the crew handle the rest
When they make the final processing.

The secret investigation team had already left the township train early and went to the Secret Service to collect the reward.

…………

The downtown car of the fellow train, the buildings here are still in the Gothic style that reveals a noble and glamorous style.

It's just that the added diesel punk transformation makes it look a little more novel.

On the pedestrian street paved with smooth red bricks, gorgeously dressed citizens of Utopia are coming and going. Even here, the world is divided into two types of people.One group wore magnificent and luxurious gothic attire, and the other was dressed like a curse blade, with a modern dress of trousers and shirts on the lower body, with a coat or cape.

Through the glass, Gwen watched these two different people walking on the pedestrian street, and sighed in his heart:

In any world, there are so-called 'middle class poor'.

He was staying at this place called the Crew Café, which was a secret entrance to the Secret Service.But it's not a secret... Most of the origin messengers know that this is a place to issue missions that replaces the role of the bar.

Gwen stayed here obediently. A man and a woman sat across from each other, both wearing the cloaks and big-brimmed hats of crew members, and both of them were Ron En.Qiqi stared at him with staring eyes, as if he was wary of whether he would violently hurt someone in the next second, this kind of eyes.

He looked like he was going to draw his gun if he acted rashly.

"..."

The host of strange stories.

——This is the identity Curseblade seeks for him, and only with this identity, he can regain the ID card specially approved by the Secret Service and log into the citizen system.

Ghost stories are generally divided into several major types, among which the more prominent ones are the body-possessed types such as Rainy Night Butcher, Mist Murderer, and Mind Flayer.It is to control a person so that his spirit and behavior begin to approach the ghost story itself, and eventually it gets out of control and becomes a killing machine.

However, under this kind of strange talk, there will still be lucky people who not only were not swallowed by the strange talk, but instead swallowed part of the power from the strange talk.

This kind of situation is called the boarding body of strange stories.

From a monster that everyone beats, to a genius messenger that everyone loves.

It is also called "the person who wakes up from the strange talk", which Gwen also learned from the jackal, but the jackal did not say one thing, that is, "the person who has entered the strange talk before, also has the ability to get drunk again." possibility'.

Ghost stories are the opposite of miracles, but they are also a kind of miracles.

The farther you go on the path of source power, the more you will be attracted by it.

Return to the strange talk, throw away reason, and embrace madness.

This is also the core theory of some associations, and it is quite marketable, and this kind of "active diving (jumping into strange talks)" source force messenger's combat power system is relatively easy to form.One or two 'power output' abilities, plus a set of standard 'summon three jewels' spells (ghouls, skeletons, zombies), and a more aggressive spell like 'filthy scream (a Giao After coming out, the spells that can cause morale and dark attribute damage to the surrounding people)', such as 'half corpse' (summoning a half corpse spirit body to pounce on and bite), basically took shape.

After the awakened pirated version of the ghost story indulges in it, it can explode into such a fast-formed combat power system.

Then, the performance of the original ghost talk awakener after re-addiction can only be described in two words:
[random killing]

Therefore, being vigilant is a matter of course.

But being so vigilant, even if you understand it, you will feel uncomfortable.

"..."

"Mind flayer, would you choose this kind of person to board?"

The woman on the opposite side said this. She has a handsome face that is not particularly good-looking, and she is dressed like a police officer. She has a good momentum and looks very handsome.When she spoke, she was also full of earnestness, as if she had the temperament of a newly appointed female head teacher.

"My kind?"

Gwen decided that if the other party was more rude in the next second, she would pour a cup of coffee on it.

"Well. Your kind."

The opponent's aggressiveness has overflowed.

"You are very polite."

Gwen picked up the cold coffee and poured it on.

bang.

Putting the coffee cup back where it was, he ignored the hand on the waist of the man across from him, stood up expressionlessly, stretched his waist, turned around and walked towards the door.

"Stop!" the male Ron shouted.

"If you pull out the gun, I will kill you." Gwen said to Ron in a calm tone, while looking at the female Ron who was still in shock, "Including you."

He started to ignite the fire in one eye, and without hesitation, he used the source force to hit the source force of the two people who were vigilant against him for no reason.

Although he is not proficient in this way, Gwen can make the other party piss his pants very embarrassingly under this sneak attack bonus.

This small conflict attracted the attention of many people in the coffee shop.

A gorgeously dressed lady opened a small fan to cover her face, and said with a smile:
"The host body of the mind flayer, this generation is really amazing."

The three Shads who were playing the Ancient Witch card looked up:
"Mind flayer..."

"It's a bit powerful, no wonder Curse Blade has been so shy these days."

"..."

There were many discussions, but no one commented on the embarrassing pair of Ron.

The black dog of the Secret Service is such a shameful existence.

The power of the heart is the power of the source force messenger.

When your heart becomes your cage, no matter how good the treatment is, it cannot improve the inherent combat effectiveness.

This is what Utopia loves to say:
"Don't let your actions and your uniform be your chains."

"..."

Huita was smoking a cigarette outside the coffee shop. He was reading the book "One Hundred Incredible Stories: Issue Three" in his hand, nodding his head from time to time as if to express his approval.

His bear ears trembled sharply.

Looking away from the field of vision:

"Are you not used to it?"

"Well, the more I spend with people, the more I like cats."

Gwen had the urge to smoke one.

But he controlled it. Instead, he took out a privately made one, stuffed it into the drink machine next to him, and pressed the [Radiation Coke] button.

bang.

He bent down, picked it up, glanced at it, and showed a short smile that just appeared and then disappeared:
"Lemon flavor, good luck."

With his back against the wall, he pulled the tab and took a sip.He raised his head again, and said to the gray tower beside him:

"Excuse me."

"what happened?"

"I wasted the coffee you bought me."

"Ah, this one? Don't take it to heart. If you had said earlier that you were going to pour it on the faces of these disgusting black dogs, I would have ordered you a cup of hot water. Ha, it's refreshing."

After Huita laughed, he shook his head: "Gwen, this world is not so beautiful because there are people who like to be sentimental. You see, there is no strange talk about you by a high-level envoy. The identity of the boarding body is uneasy, but these self-indulgent people like to make up big people are very uneasy, so ah, they decided to make their own way to monitor you."

"Stupid and disgusting."

Gwen closed his eyes, he didn't like this atmosphere very much, if it wasn't for the curse blade to bring him here, he would not be willing to come here.Of course, at first he was a little curious and wanted to come, but he regretted it after he came.

He came here with the idea that 'he might meet a source of energy messenger who is as friendly as the gray tower jackal'.

It's just that as soon as he entered the door, he was disgusted by the dog legs of the Secret Service.

This feeling was born.

"In short, you don't have to take them too seriously. The talents of origin messengers like you are hundreds of times higher than theirs. Next time I see you, don't worry about it. Anyway, no matter how much you insult them, these black dogs will show their strength. Out of the characteristics of bullying the weak and fearing the hard."

"really?"

"Really, even though I am also working in the Secret Service, Curseblade is also working in the Secret Service, but when the two of us gave these black dogs a look, they didn't even dare to say a word!" Made a muscle movement.

The gesture amused Gwen.

He covered his mouth and smiled: "Then can I ask you to vent my anger?"

"Just now wasn't enough?"

"It's not enough." Gwen put her left hand on her face and smiled again, "I'm bothering you about this, senior."

This kind of warm relationship is the kind of social interaction that Gwen wants to have.

"..."

Outside the door, they chatted for a while about the story of "Ghost Story Collection: Issue [-]".

The collection of ghost stories is not a collection of manuscripts that record the information of ghost stories, but a collection of manuscripts similar to making up stories. If you use the manuscripts that Gwen is familiar with to describe, it is the unrestrained version of O Lin, but the advantage is that it is not like O Lin. Every issue of Lin Nao is an inspirational chicken soup story, forcing himself to move, sublimating the topic with shit-like writing, and finally forcibly echoing from beginning to end and thinking that this is the article.

The routines in the collection of ghost stories are more crude, a small anti-routine story, add some chicken soup, and then suddenly reverse it for you, with a JS-like intimidation that makes the hairs stand on your back with a hearty and gorgeous writing style, which is similar to the boutique novels in Asia. The details of the story are so thoughtful and terrifying.The combined stories have no logic, no rationality, just a refreshing article with a little story!

very interesting.

I am also in a good mood when chatting, and I have the motivation to meet for supper at night.

After a while, Gwen saw the curse blade coming out of the entrance of the Secret Service inside the glass window.

She is very popular, and almost every envoy of origin force will say a few words to her, including the noble lady who has an astonishing quality and quantity of origin force, and even said a few more words to her with a pink face.

Everyone respects her advice.

No one will stare at this crazy squirrel with wary eyes.

She is like a social butterfly, wherever she appears, she can talk to people and get some information.But Curseblade didn't pay much attention to this, she quickly walked out with a box full of bullets.

As soon as she came out, she said proudly:
"Originally, they were only willing to pay the price of one person for the normal [-] rounds of military use, which is [-] military use, but I negotiated [-] each for military use! They also reimbursed us for the round-trip postage, and let us pick it up tomorrow. Come alone... Huita, be careful not to let the manul do too much."

"Excessive?" Gwen asked curiously.

Curse Blade clapped his hands and let out a hearty and maniacal laugh: "The last time the rabbit was reimbursed for a two-month fuel bill, it almost didn't let the drivers of the authorities come to trouble us, but it was the last time we got on the car. It’s about the train. To be honest, I really like the atmosphere on the Homelander, it’s indeed the ‘hometown’ of the Gray Tower.”

To be honest, there is such a thing as reimbursement.

I already guessed...

Rabbit cat is a cat who will secretly add money, but I didn't expect it to be so ruthless...

For two full months... Gwen expressed admiration for the boldness of the mantle. There are not many people who dare to repay the debt like this. The mantle is the first one he has seen in this world.

"Besides, the authorities also want us to settle some other cases. The black dog followed a team of crab-footed figures, but there was no evidence, and the action was too late to let the other party run away. It seems that they also ran to the Homecoming I went, because the sub-bureau of Homecoming is not willing to intervene with our sub-bureau...'This matter needs to be done by you, Secret Detective', that's what the person just said to me, hey, you can make money again It's a sum."

"Going right away?" Gwen was getting used to the busyness of the source messenger.

Since he came back, he has dealt with several incidents non-stop. This is the job of the source force messenger.Also earned some military bullets and got some gems.He is used to this exciting life, and he can't go back to the past...

It sounds like an O-drop, but it's not.

It makes life full of passion, you will never know whether the next case you will deal with is the crab-legged map, the crazy smash, or the chosen one in the crazy smash, Zhou Keer, who is favored by the crazy four gods.

Fortunately, fleeing the wilderness is not a wise choice.

Otherwise, the situation Gwen will face will be more complicated, and it will be more difficult to track down.

From this it can be seen that...

What a frightful woman Gwen's old enemy Lizzie was!
As a non-melee force envoy, he dared to escape in the wilderness.Just like the group of well-trained associations that summoned monsters to hunt in the wilderness, they are all enemies at the level of true source messengers.

As an old enemy, I will inevitably hunt down the other party in the future.

I hope that the speed of my progress can be comparable to that of my opponent.

Gwen sincerely hoped so.

"Of course not. We've been spinning for a long time, and we've earned a lot of bullets! Take it easy when it's time to relax, and shop when it's time to shop. I'm going to buy some spells."

Curse Blade said: "Buy a double-type spell. In the previous mission, I found that my life-saving means are too few...Although I am very confident, self-confidence does not mean blindness. It is always good to have some life-saving means..."

Well, life-saving means...

Gwen was a little envious.

So he said forcefully: "Then you have to take me there too, and I also want to cast a substitute spell."

At best, work overtime to bring out the second spell slot and put the spell on it!

"Hey." Cursed Blade scratched his head, "It feels like having an extra little sister."

"Who did you rely on to earn the bullets?"

Gwen developed a shameless spirit.

Curse Blade has no choice: "Okay, okay, then you change into lighter clothes tomorrow, and let's go to the small shop on Sports Street."

(End of this chapter)