Foreign races, foreign races... Docmondo, Christina, and Ugor are all foreign races. Who else can help the Hermits establish a school to protect wizards?
Wait, if it is it, maybe it can succeed. Late at night, Arthur sat on the mattress in the guest room and looked at the starry sky outside the window, and a tall and strong figure appeared in Arthur's mind. Thinking of this, Arthur drilled with satisfaction.
Get into a thick quilt and sleep peacefully.
Time passed quickly, and while Arthur continued to hone his daily use of elemental power, the year 114 of the New Calendar had quietly arrived. After experiencing Thanksgiving and New Year's Eve in the mansion, it was time for the Hermit Society to gather again. During this period
On the eve of Thanksgiving, Arthur went back to the charity house once when the law enforcement team and arbitration were not busy, but no one was there anymore. Even the window sill was covered with dust. It could be seen that since Mrs. Lily's death,
, Catalina, Brynn and Liqi have not stayed in the charity house for a long time. After waiting to no avail, Arthur smiled wryly and wrapped himself in cotton clothes, and rejoined Elise who was shopping on the street.
We arrived at the mansion to prepare for Thanksgiving.
This was the first Thanksgiving that Arthur spent at someone else's house after arriving in Brighton, except when he was in a coma.
After a winter with many disasters, the entire city of Brighton has entered a busy recovery period. Heavy snow collapsed the roofs of many houses. Even Znok and Guy took to the streets to help repair the roofs in the West End. Arthur did not
In his spare time, on the first day of the new calendar, the Fire Moon, Arthur took Johns to the East District again. The purpose was to find foreigners who could help them in the Hermit Society, that is, the owner of the underground fighting gym.
eagle.
As the intelligence officer of Brighton City, Johns also has many informants in the East District, and the beggars on the street have become his main helpers. Johns wore a dark green leather jacket and came to Malone Street in the East District.
In the slowly melting white snow, he sat next to a boy who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, holding a broken small bowl and begging. Arthur spread out the newspaper he had just bought and stood not far from the two of them.
, the elemental power flowing slowly through his body allowed him to hear the whispers of others from two to three meters away when he concentrated.
"Xiaowogua, where are Pumpkin and the others?" Johns rubbed his hands and exhaled a white breath. None of the villains in the East District around him noticed that he was gathering information.
"...Boss, Little Pumpkin Cornhead and the others have frozen to death, and their bodies are all buried in the snow. I am the only one who came out in good condition. Can you give me more Ed this time? Tomato can no longer hold on.
..”
Johns bowed his head silently in silence. This is what beggars are like in this era. Street children like Xiaowogua are destined to die when they encounter natural disasters. "I understand, this time you can help me find someone, Tai."
Ever heard of an underground fighting gym down the street from Puller?"
"Boss, this is where the murderer Jace made his name, right? I know."
"Help me find out the whereabouts of their werewolf boss. I'll give you more points this time. 50 Ed for any information and 200 Ed for finding him."
"Okay, I understand. I have met that good orc. He once gave me food. I will look for him. By the way, boss, the friend named Andrew that you asked me to stare at is healed.
After that, he often went to the North District, but we were not allowed to enter most streets in the North District, so I don’t know where he went.”
"Xiaowogua, shush, keep your voice down, I know this. Here is the advance payment of 25 Ed. Take Tomato to eat something. Be careful. I heard that many beggars like you have disappeared recently.
"Johns dismissed his informant hastily, and then looked at Arthur who was reading the newspaper without any movement. After making sure that his little thoughts had not been discovered, he walked to Arthur.
"Let's go, leader, I've already released the news. I'm just waiting for the reward. Where should we go now?"
Arthur put the newspaper away and tucked it under his arm. He didn't know whether to respond to what he just heard. To Arthur, Andrew was a thorn in his side. He had never even seen his true appearance.
Johns was understandably wary of him.
Just a wizard going to the North District... It seems that things are not simple.
"Let's go, Johns, let's go to the North District. I have an old friend there. By the way, how is your control of elemental power now?"
Johns was surprised at first, and then felt relieved. Half a month ago, he saw Arthur and Guy's method, which was a great improvement for wizards. He and Elise were soon asked by Arthur to learn this method of continuous improvement.
A method that uses physical exercise to promote the absorption of elemental power into the whole body. Last week, Arthur even decided to name this method the Purity Method, which means a wizard who has obtained pure elemental power. After that, Johns clearly felt that he was being affected by it late at night.
The influence of the residual consciousness of Kama's elements in the body is much smaller, so the probability of one's own elemental fluctuations getting out of control will also be much smaller.
The question that Johns is worried about now is whether Arthur heard the conversation he just had with Xiaowogua. Johns has always been worried about Arthur's personality. He only started to contact Arthur in the past half month, whether he can
Accept the suspicion and wariness of teammates. Just like Johns also did a lot of homework on Arthur, knowing that his weakness lies in the people close to him. For this reason, he specially entrusted an informant to watch the elves in Tommyer Town to guard against attacks.
George and the three girls from the Charity House.
"Leader, which street in the North District should we go to?" Johns asked tentatively.
"There is a clinic there on Carronton Road. My old friend wrote to tell me that he came to a new clinic in the North District. I plan to drop by to see him." Arthur rubbed his short hair, hoping that he would be there today.
There are no patients.
...
In an underground bunker prison in the North District.
Jace slowly woke up from his coma and examined the gun butt scratches on his face and head injuries. After the battle in Nozil City, he became visually impaired and his sensitivity to light was already very weak.
In the dark bunker, he couldn't see anything more than five meters away. The only things he could barely see clearly were three or four soldiers standing at the door of his iron cell. He struggled to sit up, his hands were handcuffed behind his back, and many movements were inconvenient.
, but after a short inspection, he found that all the seven deadly sins hidden in his sleeves had been confiscated.
Trying to make his tone less malicious: "Sir, may I ask if I have committed any crime? This does not look like a formal prison."
One of the soldiers who was a little closer heard Jace's words, and kicked his military boots hard on the iron railing, making a sound that made the entire bunker tremble. "What are you yelling about? Jace, the surgeon nicknamed the Murderer, was there one day before the blizzard.
You were the one responsible for the disembowelment of a series of wealthy businessmen and villains, don't pretend to be innocent, we don't use the laws of the parliament here."
After hearing this, Jace stopped talking and just silently recalled the last thing he remembered. That was when he was carrying his briefcase to go to work in the new clinic this morning.
When there was no one in the alley, Jace, who was always cautious and meticulous, smelled a strange fragrance, and then lost all consciousness.
So, have you been kidnapped? The cruel bloodlust in Jace's body spread to his brain. His thyroid hormone surged and he laughed to the sky. Even the soldiers' repeated warnings could not stop the crazy Jace. He was no longer the indifferent person.
The silent murderer went crazy. Since Nozil City, Jace, who met Arthur, found that he was even more excited when he found himself in a desperate situation.
After a gunshot, several more soldiers came down from the ground in the bunker. They were all holding repeating muskets and wearing thick brown military uniforms. One of them had a tall, thin and hooked nose with glorious satin on his chest.
The man raised his gun and aimed at Jess, who was hit by an iron bullet in the shoulder: "Quiet! You pervert! You are our slave now! Only by being honest and obedient can you survive!"
Slave? Jace felt the severe pain coming from his right shoulder. There was no way to deal with the wound at this moment. He could only endure the pain and wait for his body to heal on its own. It seemed that it was a game thought up by a perverted noble. Only
Only those symbols of power know what I have done, but they don’t know what this adult wants me to do. Jace turned his head slightly and looked at the cages on both sides of him, and suddenly found that the unconscious blue and white giant wolf on the left looked familiar. He looked carefully
Look, isn't that the owner of the underground fighting gym that he often went to a few years ago, and he is also the strongest melee expert, Giant Wolf Nighthawk?