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"Your Excellency Qingqing, your asking price is unbearable for us, you see..."

Feng Qinglang continued: "Let's see it this way. Anyway, you can't find any talents for the time being. I heard you say the same thing just now. For the first lottery within seven days, all the magic patterns that need to be solved are covered on me. Then, you can temporarily save the cost of recruiting other magic pattern masters. In my opinion, this is still a very good deal."

The two of them think about the current progress of solving the magic pattern puzzle, especially the passage in the middle, which is completely stuck. Even the great powers of their magic pattern courtyard have come out, and the progress is still very worrying, but now, it is sunny, or in other words, A great power comparable to the sun is coming...

The recruiter said decisively: "Your Excellency Qinglang, I don't have enough authority to give you this price. Please allow me to ask the director of our foreign affairs office for instructions, and I will come back to give you an answer soon."

Feng Qinglang smiled and nodded, expressing her agreement.

"Excuse me for a while!" The recruiter immediately trotted to the outside of the wooden shed, really taking this matter very seriously.

Not long after, the recruiter came back with a fat middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man had a friendly smile on his face, and he slightly bowed towards Feng Qinglang and said, "Master Qinglang, it is our Holy Spirit's honor that you can visit us."

Feng Qinglang hurriedly stood up to return the salute, thinking, in just a while, she has been promoted from Your Excellency to Master.

Someone moved a chair, and the middle-aged man sat down beside Feng Qinglang with a smile on his face, and said humbly, "Master Qinglang, it's just a temporary contract signed every seven days. Three scarlet lotuses are really too many, can we have another one?" Discuss one or two."

When Feng Qinglang took a look at this person, he knew that it was the kind of person who was full of patience, wasting a lot of your time in the negotiation, and then proposed a lot of proposals that went around, and it might not be able to negotiate the cooperation in the end.

So, he said: "Your Excellency, how about this? What kind of magic pattern puzzle are you currently solving? If I can help you solve it quickly, it will prove my worth. Will you consider an offer then?"

The middle-aged man pondered over it, Feng Qinglang added: "Even if I solve it, you are still not satisfied, let's talk about it."

He said this quite confidently, without mentioning the possibility that he couldn't solve it at all. The middle-aged man couldn't help but look at the two recruiters again. , will not be inferior much.

But now, the two recruiters nodded vigorously at the same time, expressing their approval.

Therefore, the middle-aged man also nodded. Since the recruitment is external, the Holy Spirit Underground Palace is no longer a secret, and it is nothing to take Qinglang for a walk.

The campus scenery of the Holy Spirit is similar in style to Mingguang, both of which are ethereal and elegant, and are exceptionally beautiful. However, they have a major feature, that is, there are various wood carvings along the way, all of which are exquisite. It is the common effort of all generations of the Holy Spirit.

Seeing them coming on fast horses, the students of the Holy Spirit surrounded a young man like a crowd of adults from the Foreign Affairs Office, and they couldn't help but secretly speculate about the origin of this unremarkable guy.

West District Square, presumably this was originally one of the central activity points of the Holy Spirit, but now it is surrounded by high wooden walls, and there are patrolling guards everywhere. When passing through the wooden door, Feng Qinglang can clearly feel the darkness around him Several eyes shot at him.

In this originally beautiful square, a large hole has been dug out in the central area in a very discordant manner. The Holy Spirit people have quickly built stairs here, leading to the underground palace.There are more guards at the entrance of the stairs, and they look like they are facing an enemy.

After the middle-aged man greeted the captain on duty, he led Feng Qinglang down the stairs. The passage was not wide enough for three people to walk side by side. After installing a new magic wall lamp, I walked down for nearly 300 meters, and a small door made of aluminum and gold appeared in front of me.

Such a small door is probably only a little bigger than a normal house door, no matter how you look at it, it can't be regarded as the Holy Spirit's attention...

But Feng Qinglang finally paid more attention to it, because this is magic steel stone, one of the hardest materials in the world, which happens to be the material at the foot of Luoyun Mountains, under the seat of the sage Zuo Mo. At that time, Beatrice was still with him. Materials issues are discussed.

Outside this small door, there is only an old man guarding the door. Feng Qinglang just glanced at it, and knew that this person was at least the peak of real martial arts, and he was almost capable of passing that hurdle. Such a person is only guarding the door now... …

The middle-aged man walked up to the old man, bowed respectfully, and said something in a low voice. The old man barely stood up from his sleepiness, and escaped with a simple key, which was also made of magic steel stone. , insert into the door hole, and open the small door.

The world behind the small door is actually an incomparably magnificent hall. The ceiling nearly 30 meters high is full of ancient carved runes. At the end of both sides of the hall, there are many sculptures of guards with a height of [-] meters. They stand with swords in their hands. Standing there, bowing his head slightly.Standing in it, people can only feel their own insignificance.

In the hall that should have been extremely empty, various tents of different sizes have been erected. The number of such tents may be able to temporarily accommodate thousands of people, but these tents can only occupy one of the entrances. small corner.

Some people were sitting around among the tents, arguing fiercely about something, and some people were staring blankly at some patterns in their hands, completely lost in thought. When the middle-aged man walked through the tent area, Feng Qinglang could vaguely hear some of the pictures in the tent area. The sound of snoring.

The middle-aged man explained: "Some of them are our Holy Spirit people, and some are newly recruited mercenaries, because there are some strange aggressive creatures in this underground palace, and we are now cleaning them up day and night."

As if worried about Feng Qinglang's fear, the middle-aged man smiled and said, "However, we are heading towards a safe road, a road that has been thoroughly cleaned up."

There is only one passage at the end of the magnificent hall, enough for more than a dozen luxury carriages to pass side by side without seeming crowded at all. Here, the ceiling is still a rune, and the stone carvings of guards are on both sides.

After finally walking to the end of this passage, three forks appeared again. There were more guards of the Holy Spirit here, and there were even a few large crossbows facing the entrances of the three passages, as if worried that something peerless would suddenly rush out of it. murderous thing.

The middle-aged man hurriedly comforted: "Just for safety's sake, don't worry!"

Feng Qinglang couldn't help laughing, he must have been worried that he had run out of courage, and then turned around and left in fright.

Walking into the forked road in the middle, there are three more forked roads at the end. At this time, the passage is finally not so grand and huge, and the pressure of the space is much less, but the gloomy breath from the distance is much heavier.

Feng Qinglang thought to herself, if every forked road ended in three forked roads, and so on, what kind of a large maze would it be.

There are more guards at this fork, and even the middle-aged man couldn't help but ask the captain on duty: "How is the situation today?"

The captain grinned: "It's not bad today, no one has died yet."

The middle-aged man also smiled in relief, but wondered if this would scare Feng Qinglang. Turning his head, he felt that Feng Qinglang was still the same as when he first came in, looking around, like a curious tourist. The slightest sign of stress?

The middle-aged man was very satisfied. This calmness can at least ensure that the other party will not be affected by those breaths and can work with peace of mind.

He continued to choose the fork in the middle, and this time he came to the end after a while. Besides the guards, there were several elderly magic pattern masters, who were thinking hard about the magic pattern puzzle at the end.

The middle-aged man lowered his voice: "In this passage, it is this puzzle that blocks our exploration work."

Feng Qinglang nodded, expressing her understanding. In many treasure mazes in the Stigmata Continent, there are such puzzle locks. Once you unlock them, the wall will be opened in your own way, allowing you to move on.

There are more than [-] magic patterns on the wall, arranged in a huge intersection, but the center point of the intersection is blank. According to experience, you only need to fill in the correct magic pattern in the blank space, and the wall will naturally Open.

Every once in a while, there will be a green firefly-like brilliance flowing through these magic lines, which has a strange charm.