He sounded a little hesitant. Angor and the others were all covered by the barrier, so he couldn't tell if Angor was a human or a humanoid from the Mirror Realm.
Besides, he also sensed the presence of convergent energy coming from the barrier.
Convergent energy was the exclusive property of the Mirror Realm creatures.
Therefore, even when he walked forward to ask, he was obviously hesitant.
Hearing his question, Laplace turned his head away and ignored him; Luigi plucked at the strings in his hand and did not take his words seriously.
Ponytail had no choice but to look at Angor.
He remembered that it was Angor who was staring at him.
Angor chuckled. "You said we're 'humans' too. You mean you're one too?"
Ponytail nodded. "Yes, I'm a human. You're one too, right?"
If Angor wasn't a human, Ponytail didn't have to keep staring at him.
"Yes," Angor admitted. "Are you a wizard from the south?"
Ponytail didn't show too much friendliness after confirming Angor's identity. However, he relaxed his vigilance a lot. It was fate to meet someone of the same race in a strange world.
"Technically speaking, I'm not a wizard from the south. But my ancestor came from the south. " After saying that, the ponytail man gently pinched a badge on his uniform. "I come from Floating City, a Blood Hunter."
Angor looked at the badge as well. It was a blood-stained scythe with the image of a howling werewolf in the background.
Angor had no idea what the badge meant. But it sounded like it was the unique emblem of a bloodhunter.
"Floating City? You mean the Floating City in Barbarian World?" Angor asked.
"Yes," Ponytail nodded and answered in a serious manner.
From his tone, Angor could tell that he was also a serious and old-fashioned person. Angor thought to himself.
As for the "Floating City", it was a stronghold city built by wizards from the south in the Wildlands.
He didn't know much about the Floating City before. He only read about it in Planar Expedition Log. But after spending more time with Red Sword Dorcas, he gained a better understanding of the place.
It was basically the headquarters of the Bloodline Adepts. Most of the Bloodline Sorcerers in the Southern Region would go to the Savage World to hunt and purify their bloodlines.
In the past hundred years, the most famous incident in the Floating City was the declaration in the wheat field. It was also the declaration of hatred between the Bloodborne Adepts and the pure-blood Adepts.
Speaking of which, the ponytail man called himself "Blood Hunter". Was the so-called "Blood Hunter" referring to the hunting bloodline?
"Bloodhunter? Do you mean someone who hunts for bloodlines?" Angor asked Ponytail as he always did not want to know anything.
The ponytail man was silent for a moment. "Something like that, but what we hunt is not the bloodline of monsters, but the bloodline of sinners."
The bloodline of sinners? What did that mean? Angor wanted to ask more questions, but judging from Ponytail's attitude, he did not want to talk about it.
"So, you're a descendant of a wizard from the south, and you were born in the Wildlands?"
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The ponytail man nodded. "Yes."
Angor chuckled. "So you're a wizard from the south. Nice to meet you. I'm also a wizard from the south. My name is Angor."
"Angor?" The ponytail man frowned. That name sounded familiar.
The ponytail man tried to recall, but he could not remember where he heard the name before. If he could not remember, he probably heard it from some random passersby.
He did not know who Angor was, but he was sure this was not the name of a sinner he hunted. Since that was the case, there was no need to worry about it.
Ponytail: "My name is Rice God."
Rice God? What kind of name is that?
While Angor was wondering, the ponytail man suddenly turned around and looked at the muscular man from the Ear Clan. The muscular man was waving at Angor and pointing at the front.
Rice God thought of something and gave Angor a cold look. "I'm glad to see one of my kind here. I don't know how you got into the Mirror Domain, but it's very dangerous here. I have something to do now, so I can't talk to you anymore. But you should be going to the party later, right? If you need my help, you can contact me through this badge. "
After the Rice God said these words quickly, he took off his leather gloves and gently tapped the Bloodhunter badge with his slender white fingers.
Blood-red light gushed out of the badge, but it was quickly restrained by Rice God and turned into a red badge.
It looked exactly the same as the old badge, but it looked more illusory, like an illusion.
He handed the illusory badge to Angor and said, "Break it, and you can contact me. We're both humans, so … take care. "
After that, the Rice God didn't say anything more. He turned around and walked quickly toward the Er Si Clan.
When the Rice God met up with the Er Si Clan, they sped up and sped forward at top speed.
Among the people in front of them, a man in a black robe seemed to have sensed something. He lowered his body and turned into a puddle of dark water, which melted into the shadows and disappeared.
…
Angor didn't see the man in the black robe, but he sensed that Rice God was chasing after someone. In the spacious corridor that looked like a river, Rice God and the muscular man from the Ear Clan were both running in the same direction.
Was there someone they were chasing in that direction?
"Bloodhunter … hunts sinners?" Angor muttered to himself, "Don't tell me he's going after sinners?"
But what was a sinner in Rice God's eyes?
Angor didn't expect someone to answer his question.
However, Laplace, who had been quiet all this time, answered, "Bloodhunters are born in the Wildlands. You can think of them as a cult formed by some humans in the Wildlands.
"The sinners they're talking about are those who work with the wild gods of the Wildlands in order to gain power. They're what you call 'traitors'.
"Of course, they're not the only traitors. They also hunt down half-bloods."
Half-bloods were the hybrids of barbarians and humans.
Barbarians looked almost the same as humans. Some wizards did some research on them and found that their ancestral roots had nothing to do with humans. Instead, they were closer to some monsters in the void. Strangely, barbarians and humans were not separated from each other in terms of reproduction. This was the main reason why the Wildlands had been eyeing the southern wizardry region for a long time.
Balba, who Angor knew, was a hybrid between a barbarian and a human.
Because of Balba, Angor didn't hate half-bloods too much. Besides, there were quite a few half-bloods in the wizardry world.
The Supreme Cult kept saying that they would "take back" half-bloods, but they didn't do much about it.
In other words, the Supreme Cult actually allowed some half-bloods to exist in the wizardry world.
Even the wizards in the southern wizardry region didn't try to exterminate half-bloods. So why would the Bloodhunters from the Wildlands hunt down half-bloods?
Laplace shook his head. "I don't know. And I don't understand why they're targeting half-bloods. Maybe they think half-bloods are easier to be controlled by the gods?"
"But there are two types of Bloodhunters: Extremists and Conservatives. The Extremists hunt half-bloods, while the Conservatives don't. That Rice God you saw was one of the Conservatives. "
"What's the difference between conservative and extreme?" Angor wondered.
Laplace pointed at the badge in Angor's hand. "Usually, the Extremists won't keep this thing. Or rather, the Extremists won't wear it at all. "
The Extremists would do anything to achieve their goals. They would not wear badges with great fanfare and tell others that they were Blood Hunters, nor would they wear the uniforms of Blood Hunters. Instead, they were like dormant vipers. As long as they found their prey, they would approach them secretly and launch a sneak attack when they were unprepared.
The Conservatives, on the other hand, were more old-fashioned and followed their own set of rules. Similar to the rules of a knight, they would remember what to do and what not to do.
They would wear uniforms and badges to show who they were.
Of course, they wouldn't stick to the rules until they died. They would also hide their identities according to the current situation, but they would still act according to the rules.
Compared to the Extremists, the Conservatives were more flexible and "righteous".
"Leaving his badge to Angor on their first meeting. So he's a good guy?" Luigi muttered.
Laplace glanced at Luigi. "It's not appropriate to judge a good guy by his faction."
There might be hot-tempered gentlemen in the Extremists, but there were also gentle brutes in the Conservatives. Either way, the Conservatives had a better reputation than the Extremists.
"Do you think this Rice God means Angor harm?" Luigi asked.
Laplace did not answer the question directly. "I think Angor knows better than I do."
Even if Angor didn't say it out loud, Laplace already knew that Angor could sense emotions.
"So far, he doesn't mean any harm to me. But I can't tell if he's a good guy or a bad guy. Speaking of which, his name is really hard to pronounce. "
In the common tongue of the continent, both "Rice" and "God" were long words with complicated syllables. Together, they sounded like a long tongue twister.
"I don't think it's his real name. Bloodhunters usually use code names. Maybe it's his code name. But I remember there was a wild god called Rice God in the Wildland World … "
Laplace didn't think too much about it. She could sense that this Rice God didn't have any divine power, which meant he never met a wild god before. Therefore, it might really just be a coincidence.
Angor muttered the name "Rice God" and made a mental note to remember the name.
Next, Angor continued to study the badge in his hand. It didn't take him long to confirm that the badge was an illusion.
However, it didn't create an illusion out of thin air. It had a medium — a drop of diluted blood.
The shape of the badge wasn't important. What was important was the drop of blood.
By destroying the internal structure of the blood, Angor could connect to a similar structure in the distance.
The Rice God said, "Crush the badge and you will be able to contact it." He probably relied on this internal structure to sense it.
Now that he knew how the badge worked, he didn't bother to study it further and put it away.
…
About five minutes later, they arrived at a large crystal cavern.
Pink, yellow, and green crystals filled the cavern. Combined with the light from above, the cavern looked dreamy.
However, there weren't many people who could appreciate such a dreamy scene.
At least, the "stalls" here didn't care about the dreamy light at all. They just kept looking at the people coming and going, looking for potential customers.
The cavern, which was even bigger than the city square, was filled with stalls set up by people from the mirror world.
However, this wasn't the main stop of the gathering. It was only a small "appetizer".
"This is a free trade zone," Luigi said. "There are more than ten such zones, all of which are around the main stop of the gathering.
"As a whole, the people who set up stalls here are not very powerful … However, there are also some powerful individuals who didn't receive an invitation but want to sell something."
In other words, there was a high chance of finding something good here.
"You mean we can set up stalls here too?" Angor held his chin.
"Of course you can. But if you want to promote the logging device, you don't have to set up a stall here."
"Just leave the marketing of the logins to Glypnir. If you want to sell something else, you can set up a stall here. "
"You have something to sell?"
Angor considered and shook his head. "Nope."
Luigi's eyes lit up. "Then why don't you come with me and see if I can find a suitable music score?"
Angor didn't know what to say.
Luigi said, "There are a lot of good things here. Maybe you can find something you like here."
"Even if there's someone I like, I don't have any crystals …"
Angor stared at Luigi.
Luigi took a step back and waved a hand. "I don't have many crystals left. I only have enough to buy music scores. If you want crystals, you'll have enough after the logging device is promoted. Or you can just sell something and you'll get some."
"Oh right, I saw a stall selling musical instruments. Maybe they have music scores too. I'll go check it out." With that, Luigi quickly turned around and left.
Luigi quickly ran away while Angor looked at Laplace.
His eyes asked, "Are we going to stay here?"
Laplace considered and said, "There's nothing to see on the first day of the gathering apart from the display booths. The booths won't be opened until all the races are here. "
In other words, even if there were shops near the gathering, they could still use the booths to buy things. The booths might not be as lively as this place.
Let's look around first.
Also, wait for Glaipnir.
Since Laplace said so, Angor nodded. He was also curious about the products of different races.
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