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The druids left the road and went into the woods.
After feeling the lush greenery and the dense chirping of insects and birds around them, a sense of security surrounded them.
Many druids slumped down. Blackthorn leaned against a big tree, sighed, and then pushed his hood back.
He revealed a face that, although not handsome, was very weathered and quite masculine.
He said with some fear: "That woman is a quasi-legend."
The other druids didn't say anything, they more or less guessed it.
Otherwise, how could they use their "green shade 'and irritable character, after they died a companion, they didn't say anything and left obediently.
That¡¯s because you really can¡¯t beat it.
No one could see clearly what the woman was doing.
Without even knowing what happened, Heather died.
What¡¯s more, there is a very powerful fire mage who can fly next to him.
The blue fireball didn¡¯t seem to be his strongest attack, and they had no chance of winning.
The mage alone is enough for them. Plant-type magic is the most feared by fire-type magic attacks. The mage can defeat them completely, and there is also a quasi-legendary warrior who protects them personally and is waiting for orders.
??The devil clashes with this combination.
Thinking of the beautiful quasi-legendary female warrior, Blackthorn sighed heavily: "Didn't it say that the strongest among us in Huolaiwen is the master-level professional? Who is that woman? She has reached the quasi-legendary level at such a young age. "
No one can answer it. After all, they rarely pay attention to worldly things and don¡¯t know much about the current situation.
But there is actually nothing wrong with their approach.
Because the world is actually changing very slowly. Over the past thousands of years, except for the rise and demise of some small noble families, generally speaking, there have been no changes in the overall pattern or power.
Sometimes, a city won¡¯t change much for a hundred years.
Only the person¡¯s name will change.
"Besides, it's not like they completely ignore world affairs, they just come out every four or five years to collect some information.
After a while, someone asked: "What should I do with Heather's family?"
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The atmosphere suddenly became a little strange. Many people were hesitant to speak, but no one dared to speak.
After a while, there was a rustling sound in the woods, and someone came over.
All the druids stood up and looked at the direction of the sound with great vigilance.
After a while, a figure that was relatively familiar to them emerged from the forest, and they breathed a sigh of relief.
This is a very ordinary-looking man, the type who would disappear if thrown into a crowd.
Black Jing looked at him and asked: "How is the investigation going?"
"I've heard about it all." The man took a breath and continued: "The lord of Delbon City was originally the John family, but recently his rights were taken away by Roland, the son of gold, and he is now under house arrest. The reason why they are cutting down that area now The forest, it is said, was because Roland found a reason to allow a large number of poor people to have work and food to eat in the winter. It was just a sense of justice. Roland, the son of gold, is a magician and the president of the Delbon Magic Tower."
A man's face appeared in the minds of all the druids. He was a man who deserved a beating and was quite hateful.
Black Jing frowned and asked, "Son of Gold? What does this mean?"
The man swallowed his saliva: "I told you not to be surprised. The Golden Ones are alien humans brought by the Goddess of Life. Their biggest feature is immortality."
All the druids were startled, and some people sitting on the ground jumped up.
Black Jing shook his head: "This is impossible!"
"It's true." The intelligence officer said firmly: "I have asked nearly twenty people, and even used human confusion magic. The answers are all the same. It is the consensus of the outside world that the Golden Son can be resurrected. "
All the druids looked at each other.
Black Thorn¡¯s face was ugly. If the intelligence officers did not lie, then they were fighting some monsters that they could not win.
After a while, he said: "Let's go back first and talk to France about what happened here and see what they think."
Everyone feels that this opinion"It's reliable, they all nodded in agreement."
As for Roland, he asked Andonara to replace the injured Vincent to supervise the progress of the entire project and be responsible for the safety of the lumberyard.
And he himself first went to the Mercenary Guild and spent thirty gold coins to buy information about the 'Green Meng' organization. Then he went to Assassin Gonggong and spent another thirty gold coins to buy another information about the 'Green Meng' organization. 'Information on the personnel list of the Hollevan branch.
The Assassin's Guild reminds them that they cannot guarantee that this list is 100% correct. It is difficult for the Green Meng organization to penetrate. This is their best effort.
Roland nodded, not taking it seriously.
He returned to the Magic Tower, read both pieces of information, and finally teleported to King Hollevin City.
The royal city was still bustling and lively. Roland found the 'Bard' Guild in the corner of the slums in the south of the city.
Compared with organizations such as the Mercenary Guild and the Assassin Guild, the Bard Guild¡¯s building covers the smallest area, and the layout inside is also quite shabby.
And there were no customers, it was deserted, even the receptionist was dozing off at the counter with his head propped up.
Roland went up, tapped the table gently, awakened the waitress, and then said to her: "Please meet with your president. I have a big business worth at least fifty gold coins, and I want to talk to him. "
The waitress looked at Roland's magic robe and heard the number of gold coins that Roland said. She didn't dare to neglect and rushed upstairs.
Not long after, a middle-aged man wearing a gray and white robe and looking quite English came down.
He enthusiastically invited Roland to the study room on the second floor, and after the waitress brought the fruit wine, he poured Roland a glass first, and then asked with a smile: "Excuse me, do you have any business in mind, do you want to take care of our union? "
"My name is Roland. I wonder if you have heard of the Green Meng Organization?"
Hearing this, the Bard Guild President was stunned for a moment, and then he continued to smile: "Of course I have, Your Excellency, you can call me Wiki. I wonder what our business has to do with this organization?"
Roland took out a bag from his space backpack, which contained at least fifty gold coins: "I don't like this organization, so I hope your bards will give this organization to them when they sing legendary poems or knight stories in the tavern. Bring them along, and then hack them without leaving a trace."
The leader of the Minstrel Guild, Wiki, was stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath: "This is a bit dangerous."
"This is the second month's reward." Roland took out another bag: "Of course, there will be a third month. I wonder if you are willing to accept it."
Roland also opened the bag at the same time, and the coins inside were shining with gold.
The Bard Wiki thought for a while, then raised his head and said with a ferocious smile: "I don't know, Sir, how far do you want to hack them?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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