"Dear brother Oblomov, today's Utopia is not so bumpy. I thought you would come, so I prepared a good meal."
"Oh, dear brother Oberonhof, I have been thinking about you. To be honest, I like you. I brought some Vicat as a gift to meet you."
The sound of greetings came from the door, and Gwen felt that her head was a little big again, and she once again used the word "Gray Tower" in her mind to call Gray Tower, because the other person's name was Waldemar Aslovic Oberonhoff.
If it is the full name, he must also add his father's name 'As Alexander' and his grandfather's name 'Aswemat Langer' and...
All in all, there are seventeen generations in total.
…………
"Oh, is this the Mind Flayer...sir?"
The person who entered the room was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, wearing a long trench coat, a neat beard, firm features, and a handsome appearance.
He put on an annoying smile and said in an extremely magnetic voice: "He is indeed a powerful source of power, much stronger than the Gray Tower brothers."
This man is Ron, with white bear-like dog ears.
"That's too much praise. Gray Tower is an outstanding source of power. There is still a long way to go between me and him." Gwen said politely.
I hope Gray Tower doesn’t take it seriously.
The middle-aged Ron grunted and took off his long trench coat, revealing a clean shirt and trousers. After hanging the trench coat on the back of a chair nearby, he walked towards Gwen and stretched out his left hand.
: "Let me introduce myself. I'm called 'The Jackal of Singed's Wineglass', the maester of the Mystery of the Zet Worm."
"The mind flayer, the fellow mind flayer."
Gwen shook hands with the other person and felt the illusion of being burned. This man was the most powerful source of power he had ever seen so far. The strength of his source of power almost broke out of his body, and his skin and blood vessels
... Everywhere is condensed with powerful source power. He is a person who is so strong that "I don't know how the Gray Tower can recognize him".
"It's very rare, very rare. There are very few people who have recovered their consciousness from the ghost stories. Almost every one of them is the treasure of March and the Sea of Illusion. I am really honored..." After Jackal sat down, he showed
He adopted a scholarly attitude that was inconsistent with a 'strong man'.
It was this gesture that reminded Gwen that the strong men in Utopia are all 'knowledgeable people'. This includes the 'Dragon Flame' that must be killed. Therefore, if you want to fight with it, you must not be like the one in the previous life.
He deceived a warrior who didn't know the value of a "portable powerful crossbow" and defeated him with clever tactics.
"It's rare, right?" Gray Tower glanced at Gwen, "There's no harm in waking up from the ghost story, right?"
"how could be?"
Jackal said in a tone of 'reprimanding the students', "Kaidan is a miracle. Miracle is a term used to describe 'a source of power at a level similar to that of ancient witches'. In other words, people can only come close to Kaidan, almost become the Kaidan."
, is enough to touch the legendary realm, 'the realm of ancient witches'."
He said in an envious tone: "In the case of the Mind Flayer, whether it is the March Order or the False Sea Order, they will be willing to take it under their command and conduct a lot of teaching. Legend has it that the two major orders have spent a lot of money
The source gold is used to develop the reserve of the ghost talker, so that one day when meeting the ancient witch, there will be a slight chance."
Although Huita didn't speak, there was an expression of "That's good" on his face that made Gwen unhappy.
Gwen has been accustomed to facing malice for many years. Faced with this kind of unreasonable kindness, it is a bit difficult to deal with it, or a bit shy.
"Powerful source potential, excellent physical data, and extraordinary reaction ability. When learning secret codes, you can also reduce the risk of being corroded by the poison of knowledge. These are simply perfect traits. So Gray Tower, you
There is no need to worry about your friend, he may surpass you in just one month on the path of Yuanli."
One day is enough.
Gwen didn't say anything and hurt Xiong Xiong's heart.
"It's natural for the mind flayer to surpass me. My talent in source power is not that good. Even the sparks may surpass me, let alone the rabbit... Ha, look at it this way, I am indeed
He is the weaker person in our group."
Jackal shook his head slightly: "You are not knowledgeable enough. If you ask me, you might as well be like Zett, instead of guarding a secret agent without a secret code, right? Even if you want to buy a secret code, if you buy it
Those secret books that are highly toxic to knowledge and are difficult to understand are just a waste of effort."
"Haha, Jackal, you are still the same as in the past, always trying to persuade me not to do stupid things."
Seeing that he deliberately changed the topic, Jackal also covered it up, raised the bottle and laughed: "That's right, let's drink some together."
The dinner was sumptuous, the sauerkraut and red cabbage soup was delicious, and there was even... rice!
In Utopia, rice is a very expensive and rare food. If you use oil soil to grow rice, the area required is not at the same level as other convenient Utopia crops. Therefore, if you want to eat rice every meal, you can only grow rice like a car captain.
A character.
There are also delicacies like braised veal shank in red wine.
Coupled with the strange fried fish that resembled squirrel fish, Gwen almost ate all of his own tongue. The food in Utopia was also amazing, which made him realize that 'Utopia also has a history'. He was born in a country of foodies.
He knows the history of the region and usually only looks at the history of food. If the only good things to eat are hamburgers and fast food, don't pretend to have a long history.
Jackal and Grizzly Bear are indeed middle-aged men. They drank two or three glasses of wine in a row and were not drunk at all.
Jackal held up the cup and asked, "Mind Flayer, can you drink it?"
"Yes, because (this body) is twenty-five years old."
"Oh, you really can't tell?"
Jackal exclaimed and poured wine for Gwen.
"Although it would be a bit unsightly to talk about business while drinking and eating, I will still tell you how much help I can bring to you."
He held up two fingers:
"First, it is very difficult to track an aimless ghost story...and to hunt this kind of ghost story, you must possess 'objects related to the original ghost story'. What the Special Bureau has in hand is a gun and a
The dagger. Although we don’t have it in our hands, but you count...what I provide is the internal intelligence of the Special Investigation Bureau, and I will explore the intelligence for us everywhere."
"Second, I will open all the first-hand scenes to you. Don't worry. The Special Bureau needs to apply to enter the scene or an 'accident happens'. As members of the local vehicle crew, we have a great advantage in this regard."
"I will declare to the public that you are the assistant I am looking for locally... I heard from Gray Tower that you have a degree in ruins and other sciences?"
Gwen nodded slightly: "That's right."
Although his memory told him, "You don't have much memory about your degree," his instinct and thinking told him, "It's okay, you can do it instinctively," so he replied: "I do have a degree."
