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After Huskar had fully experienced the pleasant experience of flying side by side with the sun, the other two Divine Warriors also went up to the sun and flew for a round. As usual, they yelled and screamed in a very inelegant manner, causing quite a bit of disturbance to the other residents.
The steward wanted to warn them, but when he got closer, he saw two burly men the size of small mountains and three goats the size of bears making a ruckus. He forcefully swallowed the words of admonishment that he had prepared beforehand. Instead, he changed the topic and asked them what they wanted to eat for dinner. He wanted to prepare beforehand.
Just like that, the three barbarians had a good time. When they returned, they shamelessly asked Baiyi for the goatskin and the method to control it. They planned to bring it back to Harrogath for everyone's enjoyment.
"It'll be a little troublesome to let you guys control it. I'll have to think about it," Baiyi replied solemnly. Baiyi replied solemnly. It was not an easy task to let the Caveman, who knew nothing about magic, learn how to control a formation.
"Then, it's all up to you, Brother Hope! It's so cool to be able to fly in the sky! I can't wait to let the other brothers of Harrogath enjoy it as well! " Huskar exclaimed loudly. He raised his hand to slap the Soul Armature's shoulder, but the Soul Armature dodged it. The marble bench that he was sitting on broke into two.
"I'll pay for it!" Baiyi shouted at the maid, who had heard the commotion. He turned to Huskar and said, "But it'll take some time. More importantly, I have something else to do."
"What is it? We'll do it for you! You help us fly in the sky, and we'll help you solve your problems. Even though we're brothers, it's still a fair trade, "Huskar said.
After going around in circles for a long time, Baiyi finally got back to the main topic. Without hiding anything, he said, "I'm looking for the thing that's emitting that energy. It's also the reason why you're here. It's very important to me."
"I see …" Huskar nodded. "But that's not why we're here. The ancestors only told us to make sure that the thing is not a threat to us. If Brother Hope gets his hands on that thing, then it won't be a threat to us. Hmm … I think that's what the ancestors wanted."
How could the instructions of the ancestors be interpreted in such a way? But speaking of which, it did seem to be the case. He did not know why the ancestors trusted him so much, which led to the Divine Warriors under his command to trust him as well. And he did plan to get along well with these barbarians.
Zar 'Zar chimed in, "Brother Hope, bringing the treasure you crafted back to Harrogath is the biggest reward we'll get from this trip. If you still think it's not enough, I'll give you a few more spears. They're all made from the finest dragon's teeth."
"Uh, no, no, no. There's no need for that. I won't accept your things." Baiyi hurriedly refused. He had no use for this kind of spear that was made out of dragon teeth, so he decided to leave it for them to throw away.
"Then … shall we help you find the item first?" Char Char asked from the side.
"I'm afraid it's not going to be easy to find …" Baiyi said with a bitter smile.
"Don't we have Cuckoo and the goats?" Huskar said, "Although we are not very good at finding things, they are good at finding things. Even in the winter when the mountain is sealed by heavy snow, they can find sweet taro under the thick snow. Just trust them. If they didn't lead the way when we came here, I'm afraid we would have been lost."
What kind of taro could grow under snow? Could it be the fruit of some magical creature? Could it really be eaten by humans? Besides, how could looking for taro and looking for books be the same thing? Baiyi thought to himself.
"Anyway, just leave it to us. Brother Hope, you just focus on your work!" Huskar said as he patted Baiyi's shoulder out of habit. This time, another stone bench was smashed to pieces.
"I'll still compensate you …" Baiyi said weakly.
Since that was the case, the two of them went their separate ways. Zar 'Zar told his eagle when to leave, and it flapped its wings and soared into the sky. The three goats, who had already eaten most of the plants in the garden, left the palace with the three Divine Warriors.
"Forget it. Let them do whatever they want. I just hope they remember what I said," Baiyi muttered. Baiyi murmured. Before they parted, he repeated the instructions given to them by their ancestors, afraid that they would cause trouble outside.
Baiyi walked towards the direction of the Sorcerer's Association in the Imperial City. To make such a difficult formation, he needed a professional magical laboratory. Baiyi showed his Immortal Emblem and borrowed a magical laboratory. After buying some extra materials that he did not have, he locked himself in the laboratory.
His series of movements had already been made into two separate reports, which were placed in front of the two of them.
One of them was, of course, the Emperor.
A top-notch fighter like Baiyi was, of course, a prime target, not to mention a guy like Baiyi who had caused a ruckus early in the morning. Baiyi himself understood this, so he turned a blind eye to the fact that someone was watching him.
At that moment, the Emperor was reading the operation report that was handed to him by his subordinates. Beside his desk was the application letter that Baiyi had sent to him. It was signed and stamped, making it legally binding. However, the Emperor had not yet returned it to Baiyi.
"After taking a stroll around the city, he went to the north gate to stop a conflict, brought the three barbarians to the palace, had a feast, destroyed my garden and a few stone benches, and now he's hiding in his magic lab?" The Emperor looked at Baiyi's report with great interest, but he could not make sense of it. Did this series of events have anything to do with the treasure that was about to appear?
"What do you guys think he's here for?" The Emperor asked his three advisors. "He's not here to settle the paperwork, is he?"
"Of course not!" One of the advisors replied with a smile. "If he's really here to settle the paperwork and watch the show, then I'll thank the heavens. I'll personally donate ten thousand gold coins to his academy."
"Do you really think highly of him?" Another advisor joked.
"If you can take care of an Abyss Lord, save a million refugees from Gouve, and deal with a Holy-level fighter from the North, then I'll think highly of you," the Emperor said.
"There's no need to doubt this man's strength. Fortunately, we've set up rules that are more favorable to us. Strength is not the only thing that matters when it comes to searching for treasures, as long as he doesn't use brute force," the third advisor said.
"He probably won't. Since he has the idea of founding an academy, then he will certainly carry the invisible shackles of his reputation on his back and restrain his words and actions. He won't do something like making an enemy of the entire country, nor would he dare to do it," the Emperor said from the side. "But what's so special about those barbarians?"
"According to the chiliarch on duty, they're strong and have high physical defense, but they don't sense any magical pulses. They're just brute force. I heard that they're from the Alpine Barbarians of the Io Mountains. They're different from the barbarians of the grasslands. They're stronger," one of the advisors reported.
"Barbarians are barbarians. How strong can they be? It's only because Hope's reputation is high enough that His Majesty didn't pursue the matter, "another advisor said. "Anyway, these barbarians can't even sense magical pulses, so they won't be of any help in searching for treasures."
"In that case, Hope doesn't have any special advantages under our rules. He's just one man, and he has a few barbarians with him? At most, he'll eat a few more of my pigs and goats. That's nothing to be afraid of. Hope has realized this, and that's why he hasn't taken any action yet. Let's just focus on the Church or those Northerners with ulterior motives, "the Emperor concluded confidently. The Emperor concluded confidently as he tossed Baiyi's action report into the dustbin. Then, he picked up the signed application letter from the table and handed it to Baiyi. "Have someone deliver this to him. Alright, let's move on to the Church. I'm afraid they'll be our biggest opponent this time … "
Meanwhile, in another palace on the outskirts of the city, the Northern envoys were gathered together. A square table in front of them was laid out a number of papers, each of which contained information on the whereabouts of a few worthy targets.
One of the men, who looked to be in his thirties, had a gloomy expression on his face and a pair of brooding eyes. He was holding Baiyi's report, and after reading it carefully, he rapped on the table to attract his colleague's attention. "This Hope should be the one who killed that traitor from the Azure Cloud Sect."
"Oh? He's pretty strong, huh? What did he do? "Another man, who was wearing a sleeveless shirt, asked. His arms were as sturdy as a bison's.
"Interesting. Very strange. It's almost as if he's not here for the treasure," the gloomy man said, briefly describing Baiyi's whereabouts.
"Tsk, this is interesting. He's acting like a scholar who has nothing to do with the world. But according to the Godsfall cult, he's a God's Messenger. Why would a God's Messenger want to build an academy? Why not start a religion? " The one who spoke was a man of short stature, but his entire body exuded a powerful aura.
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