Chapter 644
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Suddenly, a black shadow flashed by.
On the right side of Angele, a worker from a potion shop was pouring waste water on the ground. The pedestrians on the street moved away from the man.
The man was wearing brown leather pants and boots.
Brown leather pants, leather boots, and a brown soft leather vest accentuated his strong muscles. He had a handsome face and there was a small scar on the corner of his right eye. Paired with his eye-catching red short hair, he looked like a young mercenary who had not had much experience.
"It's fine. The situation is getting tense recently, so it's normal. The pay is much higher than before," the woman spoke in a light tone and looked at the man. "Wordo, how's the potion preparation going?"
Angele sat on the side and listened to the conversation quietly. It took him several minutes to understand the situation around him.
The woman's brow furrowed as she glanced at Red Hair and Angele.
The black-haired woman frowned and asked about Waldo's other supplies in a low voice. The conversation between the two of them was extremely quick and abnormally concise.
The Black Bird Mercenary Group was a famous mercenary group in the City of Splendor. They were responsible for the exploration missions issued by the nobles in the city. Angele had just returned from the city and he did not expect that he would have to leave the city again.
There was a model of a morning glory floating on the left side of the wall. The model was made of a green diamond-shaped crystal and there was green light flowing inside the crystal.
Suddenly, someone screamed from the street ahead. Angele raised his head and looked at the direction.
Angele glanced around the hall and was dragged to a round table by Red Hair Rockton.
There were three black metal plates hanging on the gray wall. Words were engraved on the plates, and there were also some exquisite emblems. It seemed like they were business licenses and business licenses.
Angele slowly opened his eyes.
The carriage had already sped up and fled, disappearing without a trace.
Time passed slowly, from morning to noon.
A white carriage with silver edges was charging at a young boy in the middle of the street. A middle-aged woman was screaming in fear.
"Saladin? Saladin? Hera is asking you a question, Saladin? " Red Hair waved his hand in front of Angele's eyes again.
The bright sunlight illuminated the entire street. There were many gray buildings around the street.
"I can't replenish the paralysis potions in a short time, but the explosive potions and poison potions are ready. I don't have enough time for the other recovery potions, so I'll have to buy some from other places. But the price is a little troublesome. " The gloomy man said in a low voice, "As you know, the situation has been tense recently. The price of these consumables has been rising. It's too expensive for us to carry out missions."
"At that time, before the leader even shouted, I was already ready to pounce! At that time, he only saw a flash of red light and heard someone shouting, "Rockton!" There was no time to think. I knocked the Berserk Bear to the ground. Gris rushed over and hammered the bear's head. The final Berserk Bear was finally dealt with! At that time, I clearly saw the Guild Leader showing me a gratified and appreciative smile. I dare to bet that that was definitely the best moment of my life! " Rockton seemed to be enjoying the scenery. Angele and Maggie finally arrived in front of a white stone building with double pillars as Rockton kept bragging.
Angele's brow furrowed as he stood in front of the gate and watched the people passing by. He had no idea what was going on.
"Oh … What is it?" Angele asked. He had some guesses and plans for the current situation.
"Saladin hasn't recovered yet? He was slapped on the head by the Berserk Bear. It's going to be hard for him to recover. In that case, Marlene will be in charge of this mission. "
"Hey, Guild Leader, Rockton and Saladin are back!" The man with red hair chuckled and dragged Angele to an empty seat by the table.
"Hey, what are you doing?" A man with red hair patted Angele's shoulder. "Why are you standing here? Hurry up and report to the guild! "
* HUA *
There was a middle-aged woman behind one of the counters. Her power level was around the Crystal stage.
The greenish wastewater splashed onto the gray floor tiles, instantly turning the floor black.
On one side of the wall was a delicate and pretty woman with long black hair. The woman's black hair was gently draped over her shoulders, and she was playing with a very curved dagger in one hand while her other hand was behind her back leaning against the wall. She gave off a kind of languid and calm temperament.
The man with red hair waved his hand in front of Angele's eyes. "Did you sleep too much? Ever since he came back from the ruins, he was like a pig, falling asleep as soon as he collapsed. The leaders are waiting for us in the guild. Hurry up! Don't waste time! "He pushed Angele.
"He's dead …" A man with white hair stood up and shook his head. The onlookers were speechless.
Angele noticed that he was no longer wearing a red robe. Instead, he was wearing a brown leather armor with five silver daggers tied to his waist. He was bare-chested and there were two gray metal bracers on his wrists.
"What's the point of me entering this realm? If the information provided by Vans was correct, this was most likely the Infinity Primogenitor's own world, or more likely an independent world created from his memories. What should I do to learn the Origin of Rootless Origin? "
"Well …" Angele responded and pretended that he was dizzy. He believed that Angele would be able to identify the materials with the help of the scan.
The black shadow and the boy were blown away by the impact. They laid on the ground with sticky blood oozing out of their bodies.
"No problem," the woman in the black armor responded in a deep tone. "But why are we in such a hurry this time? I've only been back for two days and I haven't even fixed my axe yet. It's too urgent. "
A clamor of noise entered his ears.
Angele had no idea what was going on, so he listened to the man quietly. He carefully sized up the red-haired man.
Angele looked at the man in front of him.
There was a counter by the wall and there was a waitress wearing a white dress and black sleeves standing behind the counter. There were waiters bringing food and drinks to the table from time to time.
'The Origin of Rootless Origin … I don't even know what the Origin of Rootless Origin is …' Angele was getting impatient.
He had no idea how long had passed in the darkness.
Angele noticed that this was a poor realm similar to the west coast based on the number of people on the street. The energy particles in the air were weak. The people here were also weak.
"This is …" Angele's brow furrowed as he glanced around.
* BAM *
The woman's brow furrowed. "You're the leader of the Black Bird Guild. Your ability improved last time. How's the situation now?"
"As long as you can do it." The black-haired woman then began to discuss the details of the mission with the other members.
Angele chatted with the other members for a while and left the hall after saying goodbye to them.
Angele was a bit surprised, he did not know what to say. He had no idea what the ability was, but it seemed like he was one of the members of the Black Bird Guild.
After entering this place that looked like a mercenary hall, he glanced at everyone present. The strongest ones were the three white robes sitting in the corner on the left. They all had the energy wave of a rank 3 wizard.
'Where is this place? Even the scorpion woman's bloodline can't detect the existence of other dimensions. Is this a realm that belongs to the ancestor? 'Angele leaned against the wall and started thinking.
He was a member of the Black Bird Guild and his job was to identify rare materials. He was an important member of the guild.
There were three people in the room, all of them were at the rank 2 Liquid stage. One of them was the woman with black hair who was standing by the wall. She was the leader of the guild.
There were two people sitting by the table, a man and a woman. The man was wearing a black cloak and his face was covered by the shadow of the hood. The woman wore a set of hard black leather armor that looked like a set of heavy metal armor. She sat in her seat with a powerful aura. Next to her hand was a broadsword that was as wide as a palm. The blade of the sword had a faint rusty red color.
The man's elbow was resting on the wooden table and his skin was touching the damp surface of the table. It was cold to the touch.
The buildings around the shop were all European style and there were also European style oil lamps on both sides of the street. The passersby were also dressed mainly in linen and silk. Occasionally, one could see some mercenary men and women wearing leather armor or hand-woven rattan armor.
It seemed like the boy was scared, he just stood in the middle of the street and did not know how to dodge.
The waiter looked at Angele who was standing in front of the shop with a strange expression and returned to the shop with the basin.
Hera ordered several plates of food and they finished their lunch quickly. She then asked the others to leave and they would gather at night.
The door of the building was wide open and most of the people were mercenaries. Angele and Hera did not stand out in the crowd.
There were two young men and women in gray robes in front of the counter. They were leaning against the counter and talking to the waiter. It seemed like they were trying to get some information.
The street was clean and there were many people and carriages around. Angele was standing in the middle of the street and he was bumped into by the pedestrians.
Large amounts of information flowed through his mind, and a large number of logical guesses were generated and eliminated. The A.I. Chip kept collecting data from the surrounding void, but the conclusions it came up with were meaningless parameters.
Angele rubbed the brown wooden cup in his hand. The rough surface of the cup was a bit rough. He picked up the cup and sipped the wine inside. It tasted slightly like wine, but the rest of the wine was sour.
"Sure." Angele blinked his eyes and nodded.
The two of them went against the flow of people and turned towards the street in the south. As they walked, the red-haired man talked non-stop about the great harvest and experience of this expedition, as if all the credit was due to him.
Angele sat on the side and listened to the conversation quietly.
Ever since he entered this place, he had been carefully observing the world around him.
There were mercenaries with different styles sitting around the table. Some of them were drinking and bragging. Some of them were checking the maps on the table with their eyebrows furrowed. Some of them were playing cards with their legs crossed. Most of the mercenaries were just eating.
Walking into the hall of the building, he saw that there were many round tables that looked like round brown mushrooms in the hall.
Angele had a general idea of the situation and he was not interested in the conversation anymore. He glanced around the building.
"Ah!"
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