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Big people can always do something they want to do, and everyone understands this.Even speaking, it was because of doing this kind of thing that their general was a little more humane in their eyes.

But who would have thought that this building would actually be useful.

Not long after the completion of this mercenary guild, strangers from nowhere came to join them, and as time went by, more and more strangers came here, and they would meet in the mercenary hall. To pick up tasks, they will do jobs that no one is willing to do for gold coins. It can even be said that as long as the money is in place, these strangers will do anything.

Just like now, Marshal Jill has even found someone who knows the magic book.

"It's a pity that none of them are the strangers that the General wants."

Looking at the gaudy figure in front of him, Baron Jill couldn't help but think of that stranger named Lao Luo who was dressed in such a strange way when he was marching.

Obviously a long time has passed, but the memories of those bloody battlefields together seem to be still yesterday.

"My lord, my lord?"

The voice in the ear brought Marshal Jill back to reality, which made Marshal Jill shake his head and laugh.

It's getting easier to recall the past, he's really old...but he's only in his thirties now, so how can he often behave like this?

"Okay, kid, what are you good at?"

Marshal Jill, who came back to his senses, looked at the figure in front of him. His three-year career as a tribune had already made him calm and arrogant.

"I heard that you can decipher grimoires? Is that true?"

"It's called Luoyan City Textbook, my lord."

Hearing that the big man in front of him still had some doubts about himself, the newcomer who had just taken over the task quickly opened his mouth to prove himself.

"Although I don't know how it was obtained by the English, it should still be an Italian manuscript... But the root of this text can be traced back to the Han people in the far east. A long, long time ago, there was a There was a dynasty called 'Xia', and this text is the inscription on the stone tablet left by that dynasty..."

"Oh! Is that so!"

Marshal Gil's eyes opened.

He did not expect that the recruited foreigner in front of him seemed to really understand the content of this text.

"If it's Han people... I know who to turn to for an answer! Go, get those Han people here!"

"... huh?"

Seeing the guards rushing out of the office, the newcomer choked on the spot.

What kind of mission is this?Why are Han Chinese still participating in the mission line of the Anglo-French War?

What the hell is this world war...

"……what?"

Looking at the "Han people" who were ushered in by the guards, the newcomers looked a little stiff.

Although it is true that these so-called "Han people" all have wide robes and long sleeves, but just by looking at the high nose and deep eyes, one can tell that these people have nothing to do with the Han people in his impression-not to mention the pairs of green eyes Now, even the curly hair on the head was obviously dyed black with toner.

"They are all Han Chinese, and they are mainly responsible for the trade of silk and spices with countries in the Far East."

Marshal Gill pointed at these "Han Chinese".

"You just said that they would understand this?"

"...I think there may be some misunderstanding in the middle."

The newcomer's forehead began to sweat, and he suddenly felt that this quest line seemed to be more tricky than he had estimated before.

After trying to persuade those "Han Chinese" away, the newcomer finally chose to work on his own. Originally, his task was to help Marshal Gil with his studies, but who would have thought that Marshal Gil could not do it at all—this is not so much a help Studying is more like early childhood education in kindergarten, and the newcomers even felt that they might be in jail.

So, after a few days of imprisonment for the new concept, the newcomer finally couldn't bear this kind of life.

"It's better for me to do it myself, at least let's do it once first, please, I really can't stand it."

In the National Alchemy Workshop in France, newcomers who could no longer hold on fought for the ground with their heads.

"Don't make a mess, let me do it myself?"

"Uh... Is my level really that bad?"

Baron Gil could not help scratching his head.

"Then... that's fine, but wait a while, I'll get the general first."

"General... wait, you said general?"

When the newcomer who had just drawn the summoning circle heard this name, he was too shocked to speak for a long time.

On the battlefield of the Anglo-French War, there may be many words about generals, but when it comes to generals, there is only one—that is, the uncrowned king of France, the savior of the French people, and the nemesis of England. The inspirational legend of the king of a country, the tyrant of the battlefield, the victorious warrior, the flower of the high mountain that blooms on the battlefield, the holy maiden Joan of Arc!

"...Then can I be there later?"

The newcomer has already made up his mind, he must take a few pictures later, this is a rare close-up photo!

But just as the newcomer was getting excited, two guards came over and grabbed his shoulders.

"Sorry, the general's safety is always the first... We can understand your feelings, but what if you are an assassin?"

"Hey! No! Ah! Me, this!"

No matter how hard the newcomer struggled, two big-armed guards dragged him far away from the National Alchemy Workshop.

It was at this time that Joan of Arc, accompanied by Marshal Gil, came to the workshop.

"It looks good, much more regular than the previous few times."

Glancing at the taboo patterns drawn from various materials on the ground, Joan nodded slightly.

"Marshal Jill, did you draw this? It's a great improvement."

"Uh, I got someone to draw this,"

Marshal Jill thought about it, but decided to tell the truth.

"I found a foreigner to help, but considering the safety issue, the last step must be done by our own people."

"A foreigner..."

Joan of Arc muttered to herself, obviously remembering something from the long past.

But in the end, it turned into a sigh after all.

"You have a heart."

"This is what I should do."

Marshal Jill hurriedly bowed and saluted, not daring to accept this compliment.

Mainly for the magic circle at the moment, although the foreigner said it could be done, he has never tried it, and he can't guarantee that it is really useful. Of course, judging from his half bucket of water summoning experience, this magic circle It should be useful, but if the summoned murlocs...

It's been three years, and he still doesn't dare to face the general's suddenly hollow eyes.

"I hope it can start the effect, even if it's just to summon a living person..."

Thinking of this, Marshal Gil put on a robe, and began to greet those alchemists belonging to France to act together.

Accompanied by the sound of long and complicated incantations, 120 eight figures in robes cut their palms together facing the summoning circle.

The blood dripped into the formation on the ground, and it seemed to have its own life, winding along the formation. At this moment, each of the 120 people, including Marshal Jill, felt as if there was something in their bodies. Something that could be called "life force" dripped out along the wound in his palm.

However, not many flowed out, which is probably equivalent to a beating per capita. This is the benefit of a large number of people. With everyone's joint efforts, the cost shared by each person has also become correspondingly reduced, and it will be a big meal later. It can be made up in one meal.

And after these 120 and eight people paid the price with their blood and vitality, the magic circle in front of them also lit up with red light.

That is the sign that the portal was opened, and they built a bridge to communicate with the underworld!

"It can be done! It really can be done!"

Marshal Jill, who had just bandaged his wound, waved his fist excitedly.

"It can really open the portal!"

Saying this, Marshal Jill couldn't help turning his head, he couldn't wait to report the good news to the General.

But at this moment, in his line of sight, there was no trace of Joan of Arc.

"grown ups!"

Marshal Jill, who has experienced many battles, reacted immediately, but he was still a step too late.

The general he was talking about, the holy girl Joan of Arc, had already stepped into the red-glowing summoning circle before him.

The bright red light wrapped around Joan's body, making Joan's figure become illusory.

Immediately afterwards, Joan's illusory figure shattered out of thin air, turning into spots of light all over the sky.

Martial Arts Practice Life: Chapter 68 Chapter 67 Turns out to be a big guy wearing a lot of cloth ([-] characters for tickets)

"Ha! It's over!"

The man named Lao Luo in the game suddenly sat up from the bed.

Even though it was just one night of playing time, it seemed like several months had really passed. This is where the charm of technological progress lies—through the directional manipulation of dreams, to achieve this kind of playing experience like entering an illusion, God knows that How on earth does Merlin Luncheon Meat Cannery do it.

It is obviously just a food company, but after cross-border development, there is such a huge potential, it is simply...

"It's a pity they didn't go public."

This is also the most regrettable place, otherwise Lao Luo would definitely buy the company's stock fiercely.

After the routine regrets were over, Lao Luo looked at his watch and continued to lie back.In fact, until now he is still immersed in the excitement just now and has not come back to his senses - you must know that at the last moment before the end of the quest line, he was still deep in the city of Paris where blood and fire were intertwined.

But it's not that he's afraid of the bloody scene. If he was really afraid, he would directly turn on Harmony Mode to block those corpses.The main reason is... that master brother seemed to have forgotten that he was still in the palace when he led the militiamen to set fire to it. When the fire started, he was almost burned to death with a piece of him.

Fortunately, before the palace completely collapsed, the mission line had already been declared over.

And he finally got the precious item that he had been waiting for for an unknown amount of time.

Or in other words, treasures.

[Treasure Phantasm: National Warrior Warrior Thirteen Faces Lv1]

[Noble Phantasm Level: d+]

[Introduction to the Noble Phantasm: Thirteen battle flags carrying resentment, and on each battle flag are the souls of the defeated. With this astonishing resentment, these thirteen battle flags will exert incredible power]

[Treasure Phantasm Function 5, Broken Unit Nine: Split thirteen battle flags to friendly units, and each battle flag will bring a 100% increase in all attributes of friendly units. This increase cannot be superimposed, but it can cover friendly units The entire team under the unit, as a price, for each battle flag distributed, the holder of the treasure will suffer a state of weakness (the attribute increase percentage can be upgraded with the level of the treasure, up to [-]%)]

[Bao Phantasm Effect 10, Rizhi: Use thirteen battle flags to designate a friendly unit, provide thirteen superimposed boosts for the friendly unit, the boost effect lasts for [-] minutes, and the holder of the treasure bears thirteen weak states , the treasure holder dies and the boost ends]