It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

There is still a buffer distance between the checkpoint and the town.There are mostly sheds that can be built hastily here. Although there is no sun in the land of Nod, there will still be a scorching band of different colors behind the clouds that have never dissipated. This is not a mild thing like sunlight, it is hotter and even Contains pollution and curses.Only some extremely dangerous plants will grow under this light belt.

Cloth sheds made of dried plant leaves and animal skins can well attenuate this heat, and the gathering places of Nod people are often exposed to the filtered light to dry items.

The returned hunters and caravans spread out their goods and trophies on the open-air platform, including the fur and meat of some wild beasts, strange tissue parts containing magic power, guns and even strong horses.In addition, some stone sculptures and handicrafts of unknown purpose were laid flat on the dusty rags, which also looked like some kind of commodity.

Lucien was a little moved. During this day's journey, the envoy had to leave some supplies in order to pursue the speed of travel. He needed to replenish more horses, fresh water and portable food in this town.

But before he continued to move forward, a muscular man with short red hair suddenly placed a sharpened wooden fence in the middle of the road, then pulled a stool and sat swaggeringly in front of the roadblock.

This was the same mercenary who spoke to Walkley in the bar before. He belonged to a team of more than [-] people, and was equipped with a corresponding number of firearms and equipment. He was considered a moderate force.

Many hunters who were busy stopped their work and looked at the situation here with great interest. This kind of thing happens almost every day in the gathering places in the wilderness. People who have nothing to do with themselves don't mind watching the excitement here .

The man spat on the ground, waved a short musket vigorously, and shouted with a playful smile:

"The people over there come here, this is the territory of Boss Walkley, anyone who wants to enter the town of Afra must pay taxes!"

"One silver coin per person, two coins per horse, five coins per cart!"

At the same time as he finished shouting these words, the man named Gore had already glanced past the ranks of the envoys from the corner of his eye. In his eyes, those wizards who were so thin that they were rarely seen in the wilderness were obviously not a threat.

On the other hand, some of the guys in cloaks can be vaguely identified as slender and petite women. Although their faces are hidden in the wide hoods, the skin and lines that are vaguely exposed are far from Those guys with mutated tissues in the wilderness are comparable.This made Gore feel parched, and his body reacted accordingly.

In the entire team, the only thing that could be regarded as a threat should be the huge monster that followed at the end, like a lion.Although the opponent's size made him a little afraid, it was not so rare in the wilderness. Occasionally, there would be mutated beasts tamed by mercenaries or hunters. He himself had seen monsters even bigger than this one.

Seeing this, Gore's already plump guts swelled up again.

Lucien flipped a golden coin in his hand. Although he didn't recognize the patterns on it, and it didn't look like the currency in circulation nearby, the soft golden luster was enough to prove the value of the coin.

And this coin was flipping flexibly between Lucien's fingers at this time, it bounced upwards, and the dangling light made Gore couldn't help squinting his eyes.The bearded man in front of him, who looked like the leader of the team, held the coin firmly in his hand, making it empty for him.

"I think this gold coin should be enough to pay off the toll tax our entire team needs to pay."

Gore coughed heavily, and in several wooden sheds near the roadblock, the mercenaries who were loading gunpowder or maintaining weapons lazily surrounded them. Judging from the number of them, the number of them was almost the same as that of the envoys. .

But there's an absolute difference between the ready-made shooter and the weary and hasty traveler after the trek.At least normally, it does.

"It doesn't work now. The tax for each head requires one gold coin and five for the carriage."

"Boss, and women—"

A small man reminded in Goyle's ear.

"Yes, there are women!"

His eyes lit up, and his aura became fierce.

Lucien frowned, and quietly put the gold coin he had prepared back into his pocket.

"I remember you said just now that it is a silver coin. When did it go up?"

A young man standing next to him suddenly spoke. He was wearing a black cloak that didn't fit much, and his blond hair under the hood was not stained with much dust, and it looked shining.The boy's face was obviously still a little childish, but his gaze didn't look like that of a child of the same age.

For some reason, the moment he saw this boy, Goyle felt an unknown fire rushing up from his chest, ruining his good mood for the whole day.

If Afra's agent hadn't asked that blood not be seen here easily, he would be happy to blow the boy's head off with one shot.

"Where did you come up with so much nonsense, it's just a rise!"

As he said that, the man slapped him with a slap. The muscles on Gore's arm were knotted, and he had no intention of pulling back. If he hit it hard, it would probably smash half of the boy's teeth.

But his slap touched the invisible wall in mid-air, causing his palm to ache.Gore wanted to withdraw his arm in panic, but it seemed that he had hit some wall covered with superglue, neither advancing nor retreating.

Until then, the boy raised his head little by little.He looked a little too delicate, with delicate features like a girl in men's clothing.

Hyde squeezed out an ugly sneer with the corner of his mouth down, and said word by word:

"Stupid thing, you are blind, which eye do you use to see that I am easy to bully?"

He turned the thick ring on his thumb inadvertently, and then something weird happened.The gunmen who surrounded the envoy dropped their weapons one by one, struggled to kneel down, and slapped each other heavily.

Hyde snorted with some dissatisfaction. His power had indeed declined a lot. If he wanted to imply these guys whose mental power was not as good as ordinary people before using the Ascension Ceremony, he only needed to make a small thought.

And now he even needs to cooperate with the alchemy props that he hasn't used for a long time to complete this hint.Even more irritating was the fact that even the ring of the Arrogant Man was now difficult to fit on his index finger, and only the thumb could barely hold it on his thinned right hand.

During this period of time, the negative effects brought about by the Ascension Ceremony gradually tended to stabilize. He was fixed to his ten-year-old figure, and his magic power level also regressed to the level of about three or four years ago.This mild magic hint covering 20 people actually extracted more than one-third of his magic power, which was completely unimaginable before.

The only good news is that Hyde's mental strength has been preserved intact.This allows him to barely use some high-level magic, and has a considerable effect on spiritual suggestion, barely reaching half the level of his heyday.

But even with all the restrictions, the deterrent effect produced by magic far exceeded expectations.

-

In a three-story building without a roof, Walkley pushed away the waitress who was limp on him, and felt a chill rushing from the tailbone to the spine.

He had been peeping at the situation outside from the very beginning, and now the weird scene told him that his choice half an hour ago was really correct.A team that can travel through the wilderness at night is definitely not something he can afford.

"But how did that boy..."

Walkley glanced suspiciously again, and saw an iron-black ring shining on the boy's thumb.

"Is this something the so-called sacred object of the Enoch nobles?"

He had a flash of inspiration, as if he had grasped some key point.Walkley didn't have any greedy thoughts about the holy blood of the foul blood, that's the idea that only foolish people would have.

You can also think with your toes, what kind of position the person who holds the holy relic will have among the nobles of Enoch.Leaving aside those clan chiefs, even Nils, the corpse collector who was rumored to hold a sacred spear, was a big man beyond his imagination.

Even if Cain was merciful and allowed Walkley to succeed, his name would be put on the hunting list by the city of Enoch, and he would be hunted endlessly ever since.This kind of stupid thing that is completely disproportionate to the risk can only be foolishly fantasized by a waste like Gore.

However, since the opponent holds the holy object, the identity of this team is quite problematic.They didn't seem to publicly reveal their aristocratic identities, but they appeared in the town of Aphra swaggeringly. This weird style of doing things is very similar to those nobles in Enoch who shut themselves in the castle and didn't care about world affairs.

Walkley felt that he had seized a rare opportunity. If he showed enough kindness at this time, perhaps the adults in Enoch City would spend some insignificant effort to transform themselves into dirty blood, not a pariah, but Be a big shot with a clan!

Thinking of this, he quickly put on his clothes, put on a flattering smile in front of the mirror, and flipped out of the window in a mess.

Chapter 53 The Name of the Saint

Hyde raised his eyelids to look at the guy who turned over from the window not far away. The guy's landing posture was very ingenious, and he easily took off the impact of falling from the third floor and reached the ground unscathed.

Walkley inadvertently showed extraordinary physical ability and fighting skills, but this was completely insignificant. Ling could easily deal with seven or eight hunters of this level even without strengthening his body with magic power.

But fortunately, this seemingly reckless guy didn't intend to fight them. With a smile on his face, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and then ran over with big strides, and Hyde was also here At that time, he quietly lifted the mental suggestion imposed.

The gunmen kneeling on the ground regained their composure, but they didn't dare to take any more actions. Even the most stupid people should understand what happened just now.Regardless of the means used by the opponent, it symbolizes the power they cannot fight.

Goyle raised his head unsteadily, his cheeks were raised high, as if two spherical smooth water bags had been stuffed under his skin.His facial features were squeezed into a ball, and his eyes could hardly be opened. This appearance was not much better than that old dirty blood Bill in the bar.

"Boss..."

He slurred these two words, but what he got in return was a heavy slap in the face.

Walkley pressed his head down, bowed respectfully,

"I'm really sorry, I didn't manage the people under me well, and accidentally offended everyone."

Isn't this what you acquiesced to?

Goyle muttered something in his heart, but he didn't say anything.

"My name is Walkley, and I'm a person who can talk in the town of Afra. I'm willing to give half of the materials harvested this time as compensation. If you have any other needs, I'm also willing to help you."

"Sir, you seem to be coming to Afra for the first time, and you still don't know how to call it?"

He bowed his knees and faced Hyde with a humble attitude. Although the other party was not the leader of the team on the surface, the person holding the sacred object would definitely not have a simple identity.

A strange feeling caused Walkley to raise his vigilance. Although he knew the stakes very well, he couldn't restrain himself from wanting to punch this boy in the face. In his opinion, this should be some kind of spiritual aspect. Ability.

After thinking of this layer, Walkley quickly looked away and glanced at the other people in the team from the corner of his eye. A little behind Hyde stood a woman wrapped in a black robe. The platinum-blonde long hair below the center made the corners of Walkley's eyes twitch slightly, making him more convinced of his guess.

"Mr. Walkley."

The blond boy didn't speak, but a calm and magnetic voice came from the left side of his body.Walkley turned his body and looked at the middle-aged man with the short beard. Although the man looked a bit embarrassed, his eyes were clear and his figure was tall and straight. Judging from his demeanor, he should be the real authority of this team .

"I'm Lucien Mephisto. As you said, we are indeed outsiders who have just come to the town of Afra. To be honest, I really like the straightforward way of doing things in the wilderness. Although your temptation Very unreasonable, but I believe your compensation will be enough to satisfy me."

Walkley's heart jumped, and the man in front of him had already expressed his attitude towards this matter in a few words, which completely extinguished the little luck he had in his heart.

"What do you need?"

"Set up my followers. In addition, I also need food, fresh water, maps and... guides."

Lucien said flatly, without arrogance or equal respect in his tone, as if he was dealing with a weed on the side of the road.

"No problem, they'll get the best lodgings in the town—as for the guide, no one knows the town of Aphra better than I do."

-

In the only bar in the town, Hyde sat on the stacked wine box and casually took out a bottle of bad wine brewed by Isaiah from under his buttocks.

His appearance looked a little weird, a boy who looked like he was only in his early teens was wearing an ill-fitting voluminous robe, sitting cross-legged on two boxes of wine in the posture of a seasoned drinker.

In the wilderness, no one cared about the age of drinking, but Bill, the dirty blood, had never seen such a rich kid in the town.

After the members of the mission entered here, other drinkers including Old Bill were kicked out. Although the former had some complaints, he didn't say anything more after receiving a few gold coins.This old filthy blood has no less eyeliner in this town than Walkley, and he is very aware of the power of these outsiders and does not want to have any conflicts with them.

"I still don't quite understand. We should be able to avoid a lot of trouble if we reveal our identity as soon as we enter the town, or let Fitili come forward."

He felt a little bored. Lucien and Schiff were negotiating with the hunter leader named Walkley to purchase supplies. As soon as Ling arrived in the town, he brought the unconscious Ella into a quiet place to avoid the chaotic environment from affecting her physical condition. .

And Fittili and Victoria didn't know where they went, and now the only people staying in the bar were him and Val Farmini.

To be honest, Hyde was not disgusted with this way of acting, he just wanted to talk after drinking.It seemed a little too quiet in the embassy after Shadow disappeared and Ella passed out.

But Wei'er didn't seem to hear what he was saying, but just studied the wilderness-style barbecues on the table.After a full minute, she sighed and said helplessly:

"Mr. Belusay, I'm just an ordinary and mediocre wizard. How can I answer this kind of question? Why don't you think about it yourself, or do you mean that your brain degenerates after getting smaller?"

These words made Hyde's eyelids twitch, but he didn't have an attack, he just took a sip of the bloody wine.The residual weird taste made people feel uncomfortable in the mouth, and could not help but think of bleeding gums, and I don't know why Nodo people like this kind of thing.

Under the stimulation of alcohol, Hyde, who had been under a lot of pressure recently, relieved his heavy head a little, and began to talk to himself.

"Looking at the current situation, Enoch's people may not be credible—maybe Lucien wants to get more information from other people... No, it should be more than that."

"you're right."

The voice came from the room on the first floor of the bar, and Ella walked out with a pale face supported by Ling.

"How's the situation?"

"Trying to recover has failed again... I won't be awake for too long, and I can only wake up for an hour a day at most."

Ella sat on a lame chair, one of the few clean spots in the bar.

"Lucien probably meant that he wanted to see the agent's actions before we revealed our identities. If Enoch had indeed grasped our whereabouts long ago, the agents here should also be prepared. If I didn't If it’s wrong, Fittilly and the others are working to verify it.”