Pastor Bai's Journey to Another World

"Huh? What?"

"No, nothing, thank you teacher for teaching..."

Atala looked down at his own toes, his heart was pounding, and his hands were intertwined anxiously.

However, the eyes of the little maid Xiaoling who was watching quietly outside the door revealed a different brilliance.

very handsome.

Chapter 66 Chapter 65 Foreign tourists commented, the company boss was frightened

Wangdu, Oran Garden.

The city has always been known as the capital of songs and flowers.

It has been rated as the most suitable city for tourism by "O'Henry's Travel Handbook" for ten consecutive years. Planeswalker O.Henry did not hesitate to praise, and emphasized the layout of Oran Garden that integrates the city and the garden.

"On a night at the end of summer, patches of Kiss of Selûne gave off a faint white light, and the whole city was shrouded in haze. I couldn't help but be attracted by this mysterious night. I broke my vow never to stay in one place for a week. Stay here until the end of the flowering period..."

A black-haired teenager repeated the words in the magazine, but he couldn't help showing a disappointed expression on his face.

He looked around, only to see that the grass on both sides of the cobblestone path was being uprooted and replaced by construction sites, and the white flowers that should have been swaying in the wind had turned into withered plants.

There is no overflowing fragrance of flowers, only the smoke and dust brought by the construction.

"This is simply a fraud. I haven't even seen a living Selûne's Kiss this way!"

The young man was indignant, angrily pinching the long-preserved magazine in his hand and waving it up and down.

"That kind of flower is very delicate. It's more amazing to say that it can bloom in this city on a large scale in the past." There was a middle-aged man standing beside him, wearing a brown robe and holding a cane in his hand.

"Hmph, I really don't know why the Elf King's Court gave way back then. This beautiful scenery was completely ruined."

"If the Jotun Kingdom is still ruled by the Elven King's Court, it will not be as easy for us two foreigners to enter the king as it is today. Even today, the Jade Land ruled by the Elven King's Court has many restrictions on domestic travel. It’s troublesome for foreigners to go in.”

The middle-aged man on the side didn't pay attention to the dead plants. His eyes stretched out and saw the street leading to the path.

The stone brick pavement of the street is paved with rows of black-painted metal of unknown meaning, and rows of wood are horizontally placed among them.

There is a warning sign next to it, with a big red cross on it, and the words in common language under the red cross:

road construction, stay away

An organist near the warning sign is intensively installing the metal.

What is this kind of thing way to do?

carriage?

The middle-aged man couldn't figure out the purpose of this kind of thing. He could only guess that this was a further road upgrade, but he also harbored doubts in his heart.

This kind of metal row does not seem to be convenient for carriages to pass, but it will be very bumpy when changing directions.

"Sigh, my dream is dead. Not only is there no dreamy scenery here, but there are also no enthusiastic elf dancers here."

"After all, this magazine of yours was published several years ago. The elf dancer probably married a rich businessman long ago, and the emerald jade collar has relaxed the immigration policy. Those elves who didn't have time to go back to the emerald jade collar have seized this opportunity to go back, right?" .” The middle-aged man smiled, and led the boy to a small street shop.

Hearing this, the young man sighed, his anticipation for this trip has faded a lot.

"Hi, may I ask, what do you sell in this store?" The middle-aged man asked the clerk in the small store.

"All kinds of drinks, here are the prices." The dwarf clerk stood on the small bench and took out an oak board with the common language engraved on it.

"Black Forest Orchid Snow Drink, 1 silver coin and 3 copper coins"

"Jade collar green grass milk, 1 silver coin and 6 copper coins"

"Hot cocoa coffee milk, 1 silver coin 1 copper coin"

"..."

The middle-aged man finally ordered two servings of clear water black tea with ice, and he handed one of them to the young man. The two continued to visit the city while tasting the cold drink.

"Ice cubes can be taken out at the end of summer, and the price is so cheap. The price of goods in the capital is really confusing." The boy drank cold black tea, thinking of the clerk taking out ice cubes from a large white cabinet just now, he couldn't help it. Live sigh.

You can drink drinks with ice cubes for a few copper coins for a silver coin. This price makes people wonder whether they are selling ice cubes as water.

In his hometown, it is not easy for common people to see ice cubes in summer. After all, not everyone has the conditions to dig a qualified ice cellar at home.

In summer, the price of cold beer in some big taverns is twice as high as that of ordinary beer. If ice cubes are added, the price will be even more exaggerated.

"Maybe I bought some magic props, or there are spellcasters in the store. Making ice cubes is not difficult, and it can be done with some tricks." The middle-aged man was a little disapproving.

Not too difficult?

You are an old mage, of course you don't think it is difficult, and magic props are not a rare thing in your old eyes.

The young man curled his lips speechlessly, but he didn't say anything to refute.

The two observed every detail of the capital while walking, and the middle-aged man became curious about the pillars standing at intervals along the street.

He has a vague feeling that these pillars are some kind of energy transmission facility. The evidence is that the dense lines on the pillars are connected to the same pillars one after another. This is very similar to the energy supply pipes in his laboratory, but it is thinner and the material They all look soft, somewhat like rubber.

The middle-aged man looked around, intending to quietly dismantle a piece and take it back to study when there are fewer people.

He's even secretly prepared a list of spells to put into action.

But at this time, his gaze caught on to something, and he temporarily dismissed it.

【O.Henry's Mystical Eye】

This thing has a 360° wide viewing angle, not only can see through the invisible, but can even see the spirit body, which makes the middle-aged mage who is about to do something bad a headache.

The Jotun Kingdom really has so much money that they have no place to spend it.

Let's go shopping again, there will always be omissions somewhere.

The middle-aged mage continued to stroll around with luck.

He drank the drink in his hand, and was about to put it into his dimensional bag, and was going to hand it over to him when he saw a slave who specialized in garbage collection.

At this time, he saw several pedestrians throwing the garbage in their hands into a bucket on the side of the street.

The middle-aged man and the young man looked at each other, and imitated them and threw it in.

Boy: "Speaking of which, the streets of Oran Garden are indeed as clean and tidy as the magazine said, but I didn't see the 'groups of garbage collection slaves' mentioned in the magazine."

That kind of big barrel was set up every 50 meters, and the pedestrians on the street were quite cooperative in throwing their garbage into it. After walking for a while, they saw an orange-painted organ man throwing these big barrels The rubbish was loaded into the wagon, and an empty bucket was put in place.

"Even the work of collecting garbage is now done by the agency..." The young man couldn't help being surprised, "How many agency people are there in this capital?"

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment and replied: "I don't know, it's conservatively estimated that it won't be less than a thousand. After all, there are even guard troops composed of organmen."

The news that the Kingdom of Jotun is popularizing organmen has attracted the attention of neighboring countries, and many people who have their own news channels already know a lot of information.

"It's so developed, the people living here must be very happy."

Although there was no fantastic scenery as advertised in the magazines, none of the beggars on the boy's journey saw him.

Except for the construction site, the streets I saw were all clean and tidy, and even though I walked through the alleys, I didn't encounter any idle hooligans.

Every pedestrian passing by on the street is well-dressed, and everyone looks healthy and happy.

This is a stark contrast to his country.

The middle-aged man shook his head, "We've just arrived here, so we'll evaluate the specifics after a while. Let's take a look and see how far we are from the Jotun Kingdom."

"Ah."

The boy nodded heavily.

……

Bucks Collar, Anda City, Meshko Co.

Meshko walked back and forth restlessly. It had been six days and none of the agents had been found.

Not only were the recently sold Warehouses recovered under the order of the Earl's Mansion, but also the malfunctioning Warehouses sent by the Public Security Bureau and those that looked like zombies were all missing.

Originally, they wanted to read information from the cores of those organs to understand what happened.

In the end, it was just a one-night effort, and it was all gone.

All the employees who stayed behind that night also died, from the security department to the research department.

The final death toll reached 41.

It was simply massacre.

Meshko had some clues. The zombie-looking organists made it clear that the matter had something to do with the necromancer. Perhaps it was the necromancer who raided the company because he didn't want to be exposed.

To Meshko's horror, the director of the security department who stayed behind that night also died tragically. He was a famous retired mercenary who had left a great reputation on the border.

And this kind of person died like a dog...

Unable to find information that satisfied the earl's mansion from the thought core of the organist, Meshko was also uneasy.

After all, the spy agency person who had been placed in the Earl's Mansion was produced by his company. If the Earl's Mansion took advantage of it, the company would have to suffer a lot.

Of course, such a big event was reported to the Earl's Mansion, and the Earl's Mansion stated that it would hire a master of the School of Prophecy to hunt down the real culprit behind the scenes.

Hope this gets resolved...

Meshko smoked deeply on his cigarette, trying to convince himself that everything was going to be okay.

"The boss is in trouble!" The manager rushed into Meshko's office in a panic without even knocking on the door.

Myshko's heart trembled, his face remained unchanged, and he said in a muffled voice, "Oh, what's the bad news?"

"The master of the Prophecy School invited by the Earl's Mansion... was intercepted and killed halfway!"

"What?! How did he die? Isn't he a master of the School of Prophecy? Why doesn't he even care about his own safety?" Myshko didn't notice the cigarette falling from his mouth at all.

The manager said with a mournful face, "Boss, our company must have offended some important person!"

It's over, it's targeted.

Meshko's eyes darkened, and panic began to spread.

The author's words: (I used my mobile phone to code on the train. It's numb. The upper berth is really tormenting, like a coffin.)

Chapter 67 Chapter 66 Observer

In the Kingdom of Jotun, Oran Garden, the capital of the kingdom, twenty miles outside, there is an underground laboratory somewhere.

The bald supervisor led a blond young man into the deep layer gradually. The guards were heavily guarded along the way, and he was able to go deeper only after layers of strict inspections.

Contrary to the dignified expression of the supervisor, is the young man with the golden hedgehog head who is carefree.

This young man has eyes like a lion. Even though his expression is lazy, he can't help but feel dangerous.

He is wearing a close-fitting armor, which looks like metal at first glance, but he can feel the flexibility like leather from it. He wears a long sword inlaid with three dark green gemstones at his waist. Whistling out of tune.

This whistling, which sounded like peeing, made the supervisor a little upset. He had been urinating frequently and urgently recently, and he didn't have time to seek treatment from the pastor.

He couldn't help but turned around and whispered, "Warrior Captain, can you please be quiet?"

The blond-haired warrior leader said without any self-knowledge, "Can't I play well?"

The supervisor nodded affirmatively.

The warrior commander's face collapsed, he closed his mouth, and followed the supervisor with dull steps.

Taking the fence lift, the two went straight to the depths of the ground.

Surrounded by whistling wind, people feel like they are slowly falling into the abyss.

The young warrior leader couldn't whistle to relieve his boredom, and couldn't stand the boring atmosphere, so he couldn't help talking: "Hey, old man, I heard that the thing to be dealt with this time is a trap?"

The supervisor nodded: "Yes, but if it is willing to cooperate, you don't need to do it. You just need to obey the command then."

Warrior Captain: "That thing is so powerful that I need to take action?"

The supervisor shook his head and said, "No...you are just a layer of insurance. So far it hasn't shown any combat capability, and it didn't even resist when we conducted destructive experiments, so we can't judge its strength."

"Is it because I don't want to argue with you or because I'm unable to retaliate against you?"

"...I don't know, there are many doubts about it. Judging from the rich emotional ability it has shown, it has the concept of dignity. If it really has any fighting ability, in the past 200 years of experiments, it should always be Resist once?"