the only savior

Chapter 929 Publishing Tasks
Hartle feels a bit stuck now.

According to his original plan, he wanted to come with Pillay to prevent that guy from taking it all by himself when he reported the credit.

These people around are basically reporting this kind of thinking.

However, what he didn't expect was that things would develop to the present state, and the steward didn't seem to believe what they said.

It is even said that because of the strong aura of the other party, as well as his firm tone and chilling threats, Hartle is now beginning to doubt himself.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have stood up and said something. Wouldn't it be good to let those people be the first birds?

He secretly regretted it.

It's just that the matter has come to this point, and it is useless to regret.

Hartle can imagine that if he changes his words at this time, no matter whether the consequences are true or false, he will not get any benefits.

So, now he can only grit his teeth and admit that there is no other way.

At least, he had indeed seen that Lord Pole Star descending from the sky at the beginning, and he did not lie on this point.

"Dell is in charge, I swear in the name of the Goddess of Life, I really saw that person descending from the sky, there is absolutely no way I can be wrong!"

Hartle mustered up the courage to speak his own answer.

In the next second, he didn't see Dale's furious look as he imagined. Instead, the latter withdrew his anger and showed a pensive expression instead.

"Can fly... Could it be... is that really a strong man of the holy rank...?"

Dale took a few steps in place, and his thick hard-soled leather boots made a "slapping" sound when he stepped on the ground.

In fact, more than half of the reason why he lost his temper just now was because of acting.

Just to prod them a bit, to see if anyone is lying.

He didn't think these idiots had the guts to deceive him. Judging from the current situation, they seemed to have really encountered the existence of a holy rank.

Thinking of the news that the orc wind cavalry was instantly killed by a mysterious strong man, Dale became even more suspicious.

If it is a holy magister, it is really easy to do this.

"Go! All of you come with me!"

He gave an order, and then led everyone into the house.

In the next two hours, Pillai and the others spent the most tense moment in their lives. Even when they were with that Lord Polar Star, they never felt this way.

The headquarters of the Iron Furnace Chamber of Commerce directly sent seven or eight people above the core management level, and later even the president and vice president came in person.

After this battle was put out, Pillay and the others already felt a little numb in their legs.

They kept praying in their hearts, that Master Jixing must be a real holy rank powerhouse.

Otherwise, the end of the few of them is almost predictable.

"Is this the token he left you?"

In the secret room, an old man in a dark purple robe was holding the vial containing the messenger butterfly and kept looking at it.

"Yes, Mr. President, Your Excellency Pole Star also said that he will stay near the mercenary union for a period of time in order to issue a mission to find a dimensional crack... but he didn't tell me what it was. I said that I will describe it in detail in the mission description at that time..."

Pillai bowed and stood in front of the purple-robed old man, and said the words that had been repeated countless times.

This time, what he said was extremely detailed, so detailed that he described every detail he could remember, and he didn't dare to be impatient at all.

He knew that the person in front of him was the ruler of the entire Iron Furnace Chamber of Commerce, and he was also one of the most powerful people in the entire royal city.

Rickon Fox.

The eighth-order great magister.

As long as he goes one step further, he can reach the pinnacle of the world, the ninth-rank holy magister.

The reason why the Iron Furnace Chamber of Commerce is able to reach its current scale is also inseparable from this person.

Compared with Zhang Xiaoman who restrained his breath and was very easy-going, standing in front of Rickon Fox, Pillay had to bear much greater physical and psychological pressure.

"Well, you did a good job. The information this time is very important to us. I will not forget your contribution."

The old man in purple robe nodded, then looked at the other people standing in a row in the room, and said:

"The same is true for you. As a reward for this trip, everyone will be rewarded."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and signaled the steward at the side to take them away first.

"Okay, there's nothing for you here for the time being, remember, keep your mouth shut, I don't want to see someone's tongue pulled out."

Pillay only felt that the surrounding temperature seemed to drop tens of degrees in an instant, and his whole body felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his heart seemed to stop suddenly.

Fortunately, such pressure was only for a moment, and he quickly recovered, and left under the leadership of several stewards.

In the room, after everyone had gone out, the old man in purple robe looked solemnly at the small transparent bottle in his hand, and murmured:
"What a powerful magic bottle, it can even isolate my magic power detection. This thing is definitely not in the hands of ordinary people..."

A middle-aged man nearby was startled slightly when he heard these words, and then showed a hint of shock.

"Teacher, even you can't perceive that thing in the bottle...?"

This middle-aged man is the vice president of the Iron Furnace Chamber of Commerce, named Ogmondu Porter.

He follows the chairman all the year round and is one of the most highly regarded candidates for the next chairman.

Ogmondu himself is also a super-powerful mage. He reached the realm of a seventh-order magister at the age of forty. He is known as the most promising genius in the human kingdom to become the next holy magister.

Originally, he was surprised that he couldn't detect the objects inside, but he didn't expect that even the teacher fell into the sand.

It seems that the mysterious man who calls himself Jixing should indeed be a holy rank powerhouse.

After all, just relying on a handy token, it is possible to block the investigation of an eighth-ranked great magister. I am afraid that no one outside the holy rank can do such an ability.

"This magic bottle should be made of very special materials, which can greatly reduce the detection effect of magic power. Even I can't break through its interference..."

The old man in purple robe shook his head, with a look of regret in his eyes.

"Such a precious material is only used to make a magic bottle. It's a waste of heaven and earth... If it is instead fused into Obscura, I am confident that I can create a shield that is immune to magic below the eighth level. What a pity, what a pity..."

He said so, but the movement of his hands never stopped, and he kept playing with the small bottle.

"Potter, what do you think the butterflies in there are for? It can be loaded with such a precious magic weapon. Could it be that it is really only used to transmit information?"

The old man in purple robe was very curious.

Because in this world, there are very few means of conveying information, and they are also very inefficient.

Basically, these things can only be used by mages above the high level, and the effect of using them is not satisfactory. In most cases, if you need to send a letter, you still have to rely on messengers and monsters.

Therefore, it was hard for him to imagine why such a being would use such a precious magic bottle to hold a butterfly of communication.

"This doesn't seem to be a living thing...I feel...it's more like an alchemy item...but, how could alchemy create such a freely moving object...?"

Ogmondu pondered and expressed his guess.

The old man in purple robe nodded, as if he was satisfied that the students could see this.

"You are right. According to my observation, it is indeed an alchemy item, not a real life form. You can see this through the magic bottle, which means that you have improved recently."

"But you are wrong about one thing. Alchemy is not as simple as you imagined. Before the outbreak of the Battle of the Sunset, it was the heyday of alchemy. Many alchemy creations can move freely..."

The old man looked through the small transparent bottle at the butterfly inside, with a look of regret in his eyes.

"It's just a pity that since that war, many alchemy classics have disappeared inexplicably, and even many records about them have disappeared. It's understandable for you not to know."

It was also the first time Ogmondu heard this statement, and he was slightly surprised.

"It seems that this Lord Pole Star must come from a family with a long history, otherwise it would be impossible to create such a thing..."

"That's right, I heard from the person just now that he is looking for a dimensional crack. Although I haven't heard of such a thing, judging from the name, it seems to involve the power of the space system. Such a thing is absolutely impossible... ..."

"Teacher, don't worry, I have arranged for someone to arrange it in advance. Any news about the space magic weapon will be collected in the near future, and I will definitely find it before others!"

"Well, you did a good job, but there is one thing I need to remind you again. The so-called dimensional rift may not only be limited to a certain item, but may also be a certain phenomenon. All information must be collected!"

"I see, teacher."

"..."

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

While everyone in the Iron Furnace Chamber of Commerce was still talking, Zhang Xiaoman had already arrived in the hall of the Mercenary Association alone.

This is the most luxurious mercenary hall in the entire Tarata, and even in the entire human kingdom.

As the headquarters hall of the Mercenary Association, a large number of mercenaries come and go here every day.

Numerous missions have been aggregated, and here you can receive missions issued in all mercenary halls in the world.

Zhang Xiaoman was not attracted by the decoration and the flow of people in the hall of the headquarters, but went straight to the destination.

These things may seem very spectacular to the people of this world.

But in his eyes, it is similar to some large airports on Water Blue Planet, and there is nothing surprising about it.

Here is a counter marked with a task release point, and the front is full of people in various costumes.

There are mercenaries with weapons and civilians with baskets.

It was easy to line up for a short while, and soon it was his turn.

"Dear sir, what kind of mission do you want to release?"

The receptionist is a pretty girl with blond hair.

It can be seen that her service quality is very high, even after a busy day, she still serves with a smile on her face.

"I want to issue two tasks, can I tell you directly?"

This is Zhang Xiaoman's first visit, and he is not yet familiar with the procedures here.

In his opinion, everything here seems a little too crude.

There is no reasonable planning and arrangement, no self-filling forms, everything is the most primitive and backward, which makes him feel very inefficient as a person who has adapted to the modern and convenient life.

"Yes sir, you just need to tell me the name of the task, its requirements, reward and other relevant information, and I will help you complete all the following procedures."

The female receptionist smiled like a flower, and her handsome appearance and temperament further increased her patience.

"Ok."

Zhang Xiaoman thought for a while, and spoke out his request.

"The first one is the hiring task. I need to find someone who is proficient in alchemy to teach me the relevant knowledge about alchemy. The initial estimate is about ten days. I can pay one hundred gold coins for the reward. If there is still a need to extend the day after, the employment will still be done at this price."

"Of course, I also have requirements. The alchemist must reach the intermediate level, but if it is an advanced alchemist, I am willing to double the salary."

"..."

He quickly finished the content of his first task, and Zhang Xiaoman had done his homework before that.

In Baron Sean's castle, he had a certain understanding of the alchemy system through those books, and knew what kind of guidance he needed most at the moment.

Too low-level and too basic are not enough to learn.

The ones that are too advanced cannot be used temporarily.

So an intermediate alchemist is almost perfect.

After all, with the supernatural power of quicksand between fingers, Zhang Xiaoman can use just one day in reality to learn an amount that takes others a month to achieve.

Behind the counter, while listening to his narration, the lady receptionist took a pen and quickly recorded on the paper.

When she heard the reward for the mission, she couldn't help but look up at the man opposite.

Ten days, one hundred gold coins?

That day is ten gold coins! ?

And if it is an advanced alchemist, the price will be doubled!
Such a generous reward really surprised her.

Although ordinary people do need to spend a lot of money to learn alchemy, but this is the first time she has seen it like today.

This price is about ten times higher than the average price on the market.

After all, it's only ten days of study, and normal alchemists teach, which one doesn't start on a yearly basis.

The receptionist lady's attention was all attracted by the high reward, and she didn't even think about why this young man only needed about ten days.

It's only ten days, what can I learn?

Of course, although she was surprised, her good professionalism prevented her from doing anything unnecessary.

She just confirmed the relevant information of the mission again, and quickly helped the other party complete the registration of the first mission.

(End of this chapter)