One Eyed Monster

　　 Just as the "huh" that resembled thunder in the day reverberated over the drunk tavern, the chief gold alchemist Kuy Turan of the alchemy workshop had just walked down from the guest room on the second floor of the Rubin tavern.

　　 Kuitulan stretched his waist. Every morning in Gulu Mountain, he had to taste a bottle of inferior fruit wine. These fruit wines are locally brewed without any special techniques. The wine looks muddy and tastes mediocre. However, even so, he still couldn't move to take a bottle every day, maybe even he himself didn't know that this was the first few days in a row to drink this dull fruit wine.

　　 Kuitulan is not an alcoholic, let alone a taster. He is only interested in impurities in wine. For him, everything with impurities is worth a closer look. After all, he is an alchemist, with a natural sensitivity to material exchange.

Our chief alchemist just took out a bottle of fruit wine from behind the bar in the tavern, and was about to open the cork. Milo, who was waiting downstairs, his fellow brother and his capable subordinate, walked with a serious face. come over.

　　 "Any new discovery?" Kuy Turan was too familiar with Milo's expression. If there were no special circumstances, the golden alchemist would not be sullen.

　　 "Yes, chief." Milobi respectfully said, "The sage Bijas has appeared."

　　 "Oh?" Kuy Turan was a little surprised, "How did she come out this time."

　　 "Like a thunder!"

　　 "Hehehe," Kuy Turan couldn't help laughing, "Bigas, this guy is always so high-profile, every time he can make a big move."

　　 "Chief!" Milo seemed unfinished.

"Ok?"

　　 "The sage Bijiasi also appeared. Have you already confirmed that the mentor is really here, Chief?"

　　 "I'm not sure. Although I have contact with Bijiasi, this time we did not inform her of our actions. I am also wondering why the Witch League people are here, and Bijiasi is the one who came here."

　　 "So, we are still facing a big unknown."

　　 "Yes, Milo, it's a pity that we didn't get anything out of Rhett's mouth in the Black Crow, but don't worry, I think Jora and the others may have something to gain on the mountain."

　　 "I hope so, chief!" Milo was still not sure about the future, and the serious expression on his face became stronger.

　　 "Don't worry, I'm here, I won't let the alchemy workshop suffer a little loss." Kuy Turan understands his brother, if he doesn't comfort him, this serious face may last a whole day.

　　 "But, Chief, we have been staying here so idly, which will cause dissatisfaction by the workshop elders." Milo thought about too many things.

　　 "Don't worry, the elders are just talking at best, they can no longer influence the alchemy workshop."

　　 Kuitulan poured two glasses of cider, one to Milo, and one to himself.

　　 "Their old gang can almost leave the stage. The future of the alchemy workshop needs to change."

　　 "Yes, chief." When it comes to the future of the alchemy workshop, Milo's letter will be extremely surging.

　　 "However, all changes can only be carried out after we find a mentor."

　　 "I hope the stars in the sky shine on us." Milo folded his hands and held his shoulders.

　　 "I hope the stars in the sky shine on you and me." Kuy Turan also held his shoulders with both hands.

　　 "Well, now that the people from the Witch Alliance are here, we also need to say hello. Well, I have something to contact Bigias, but I didn't expect her to come."

　　 "Chief, Lord Sage, she's in a drunk tavern, but now that place..."

　　 "What happened to that place?"

　　 "There are so many people, because there are people fighting spirits, the whole tavern is surrounded by water."

　　 "Fighting spirits? Bijiasi is really... OK, let's join in the fun, maybe we will have a windfall from Bijiasi."

　　 "Chief, you mean that the sage Bijas knows how much this mountain is special."

　　 "Almost, her guy usually doesn't leave the Alliance Hall for no reason. He suddenly appeared here today. There must be some hidden secret."

　　 Kuitulan put down half of the wine he had drunk and looked out of the tavern, thinking of some past events in his heart.

　　 I don't know if Bigias, if the sweetheart who saw her here this time, would cry. Kuitulan picked up the half glass of wine, took a sip, and then cast his eyes into the distance again.

　　 Far away, in front of the Budrun Tavern, the open mouths of those Taobao shoppers still cannot close naturally, and it seems that there is a tendency to open wider and wider. Not long ago, this group of treasure hunters who were watching Dou Ling were frightened by a sudden grunt. That hum just reminded them to wake up, and the scene that happened later completely shocked them. That scene made them grow their mouths and eyes widened, and their sluggish eyes suddenly became piercing. God~www.ltnovel.com~ for fear of missing a wonderful scene...

　　 Not drunk in the midair of the tavern, floating, yes, floating, floating alone!

　　 The man was dressed gorgeously and wore a pointed, fat and fat felt hat. This costume looked like a wizard.

　　 But she is incomprehensible in her robe. In the impression of this group of treasure hunters, the general wizards are black robes, gray robes, at most high-level ones are white robes, like the robes in front of them, they are not white or gray, and the color will look like for a while. It looked like golden for a while and looked like purple, the robe swayed in the air with the wind, the color was fickle, very beautiful!

　　 It’s just that not many people know what this robe represents.

　　 Dou Ling's gray-robed sorcerer now kneeled to the ground with a limp in his legs.

"The saint is on the top, the little one has eyes and no beads, and he is tempted by the artifacts of the saint. It really deserves death." The gray-robed sorcerer never expected that he would see the holy robe once in his lifetime, and it was still so close. distance.

　　 "A thousand deaths? This method of death is also considered cheap for a scum like you." The person floating in the air said with a slightly ironic tone.

After all, the gray-robed shaman is also a shaman. It doesn’t matter if other Taobao makers can’t understand the discolored shaman robe. As a shaman, if he doesn’t know the discolored shaman robe, it’s a shame to his profession. This kind of color-changing robe is the highest pursuit of a shaman, and the shaman who can wear this kind of robe is also the highest level among shamans.

　　The black robe is advanced into the gray robe, the gray robe is the white robe, and the white robe is the holy robe.

　　 This gorgeously dressed sorcerer floating in midair is a holy robe.

　　 Her name is Bijiasi, an elder-level sorcerer of the sorcerer alliance, one of the newly promoted six-line sages.