The ancient kingdom of Sala worships black, and the black style in the bedroom is stacked together, although it is delicate and orderly, but the feeling of oppression is also real.

Cyril walked out of the semi-underground laboratory, feeling the dreary air outside, which was obviously a little higher, and exhaled deeply, without the mixed smell of the laboratory, the air outside was still dirty and damp, because the ancient country of Sala was located on a large island.

Surrounded by sea water on all sides, the abundant moisture makes everyone who lives here feel as if there is a lingering layer of moisture on their skin.

Locals are fine, outsiders will feel uncomfortable on the first day they come here, for this reason, a certain topical ointment made by the alchemist sells very well, it can effectively insulate from the moisture and erosion of the outside world, it is effective not only for people, but also for objects, this widely used ointment was originally called "the gift of the sun god", well, this too long name is not suitable for the title, gradually evolved into "gift", sometimes even reduced to "that" and so on.

Cyril stood beside his bed, looking out on the black gravel road, a car full of bounty drove slowly past with a creaking rhythm, it was a wood-wheeled car, a car that was about to be obsolete, and it was used to transport such obsolete goods as bounty, and it really complemented each other.

The bounty box was originally gilded, then it became a yellow worthless metal, and now the wooden box is enough to ensure that it does not intersect with other substances.

From the initial hot sale, to the later sales of steady profits, the middle has also experienced the loss caused by oversupply, the stable sales of gifts make many people pay less attention to it, merchants are not even too lazy to decorate wooden boxes, a single box may not be conspicuous, but many stacked together, uneven colors are simply to force obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The coachman wears a straw hat and flicks his whip lightly, and the animals that pull the cart are very common here, the manatee that is declared a "specialty", with four hooves and flat faces, can wade through the water, and the first person who met it Xuancheng This is a magical beast from the abyss in the sea, and finally, it is just a kind of animal that is easy to bully and domesticate.

The locals have a lot of experience in taming it, most people use this animal to pull carts, its temperament is docile, it is really a creature suitable for domestication, first of all, to ignore its ugly face.

Well, it can be so ugly that people remember it at a glance, and it can also be a specialty, although its meat is not delicious.

"Hello, Uncle Heyman. ”

The crisp voice drew back Cyril's gaze, which was already leaving the window, and he glanced more, and on the street outside the window, a little girl in a yellow dress smiled sweetly and was talking to the coachman.

Close the window, close the curtains, and the whole room becomes dark, and the lampstand on the table is lit, which is a slowly changing light, from faint to bright, and after a few seconds, finally it is constant on a natural light, not very dazzling, and illuminates the room.

This also uses an alchemy product, which most alchemists can distinguish, among which there is still a forbidden life alchemy part, but it is not too much, so it is widely used, before the appearance of electric energy, this kind of existence that can be regarded as biological energy is the greatest glory of alchemists.

"Sir, there are two mails today. ”

The maid wore a standard maid's outfit, with a black dress and white edges, a long skirt that was blown down to the ankles, a collar that was closed under the chin and tightly wrapped, not even a little on her arms, and her young face was solemn as if she was attending a funeral.

The envelope was pressed with fire paint, one was the eagle's head thorn, the other was the balance scale.

Cyril relied on the memory of the original owner, and quickly judged which one the eagle's head thorn belonged to, put it aside first, and opened the balance of the envelope, which was from the Royal Alchemy Academy, and the bad news in it was swept away, even if he had a good background, he couldn't suppress the urge to always reach out to the taboo.

The Royal Alchemy Academy, which tends to be conservative, refuses to do so, and it is normal for people to light lamps and refuse to give a notice of withdrawal that comes from a disagreement.

Then there were the Hargythorns, nothing new, from Cyril's family, apparently with their consent to Cyril's expulsion, but the letter came informing him of a new direction, allowing him to attend the newly opened Academy of Magic, and admonishing him not to waste his magical talents.

God knows that sporadic magical talent can condense a water ball, if there is anything outstanding, it is in the drawing of magic arrays, and it is limited to simple magic, otherwise his magic power is not enough.

It's good, it's a family that dotes on the original owner.

The whole text is full of encouragement, not disappointment, that kind of relaxation and joy, like seeing your own fawn step over the railing, very good, hurdle master.

It's a pity that the original owner can't understand this, he is planted in the pit of alchemy, in order to improve his own quality, he also uses immature human alchemy on himself, and after a number of secretly obtained experiments have failed, he still dares to do this, and he is so proud that he is so proud that he can't do it.

"The temperament of a young man!"

This method of death is only a silent shake for Cyril today, and there are always some young people who can't think of a good age, willing to use special methods to show their talent, and the final result...

The maid served Cyril refreshments, seeing the food, Cyril felt a little hungry, in order to do the experiment, the original owner really forgot to sleep and eat, since yesterday in the laboratory, until now, it is the next night, there is no food and water in the stomach, this persistence, is really worthy of admiration.

"Sir, the mercenary union has just sent a message, those low-level demonic beasts you ordered have arrived, are they still directly sent over as last time?"

The maid who reappeared provided another message, which she had just received, and that the mercenary union would always have such a low-level errand task, so that those young people who wanted to become mercenaries recklessly felt the joy of receiving the task and then performing it.

The trotters would reach their destination as fast as they could, knock on the door, and deliver a message or a letter, or even a sign that outsiders couldn't quite understand.

"Well, let's go check it out tomorrow. ”

The ancient country of Sara is located on a large island, the location of the mercenary union is in the plain area, surrounded by weaving ren liu, and the adjacent side is the port, there are many ships coming and going every day, and the large huge ship containing the alchemy technology of life is like a giant beast on the sea, anchored and carried safely, and the wealth back and forth makes many people look at it.

There are also risks and opportunities, and the mercenary union is part of this opportunity, the arrival of outsiders has rapidly developed the local economy, but it has also made the prosperity of the place show a kind of incongruity, with the culture of outsiders transforming the place to lose many characteristics.

"Tom, Tom, oh, I see you again, it's not easy, it's terrible, that big storm, it's terrible. ”

"Who said it wasn't, I didn't expect to survive, you don't know, what happened to us!"

Tom's sun-red face was full of excitement, and he took the wine glass that was handed to him, the one bigger than his palm, and drank it all, the wine dripped, flowed through his chin, wet the placket, and slammed, the glass was clung to the table, making a muffled sound.

"The giant beast in the sea, it's too big, it covers the sky, and you can't see its head and tail in such a windy day, it's okay..."

It was a rare conversation in a great storm, and Tom was not surprised when he was playing with the changing colors, in fact, he was almost wetting his pants by then, and it was the first time he had seen such a great storm that seemed to swallow up the whole ship.

As he walked slowly through the door of the tavern with his cane, Cyril heard the open-air wine table talking about the great storm of the previous day, which could also be observed here, and the ship that overcame the storm was also called "Poseidon in the newspapers".

People from all over the world, beliefs from all over the world, and different magic from all over the world have made the ancient country of Sala, a country famous for its alchemical products, more prosperous.

There were more and more people close to the port, the chaos was visible to the naked eye, the noise resounded in the sky, and they could not hear each other from ten paces away, they had to shout at the top of their voices, and everywhere there were "Toms" who boasted loudly, most of them were sailors, mercenaries, and even vagrants.

Then there are the small leaders of the slave traders, who, in their spare time, boast about their "exploits".

There are several faces in it, including Tom just now, who appeared in the plot, and they were used as experiments by the original owner.

Like the coachman passing under the window.

This kind of old-looking young man, their bones, □□, skin, hair, and blood, are all good experimental objects, and there will be no waste in the slightest, and even the more vigorous soul is dizzying.

Feng Shui was exposed to the sun and rain, they withstood the storms of nature, the difficulties from the people at the bottom, and the difficulties brought by life, and finally fell in the laboratory, secretly and unknowingly "disappeared", just like those low-level magical beasts that were not cared about, they became consumables for experiments.

"I must have made a lot of money on this trip, and I can be here for a few more days!"

"Where are the lot, I still have to save money to build a house!"

"Have you gone to pick up a mission? There's a mission that's pretty easy to do lately. ”

"What is not transported, transporting people is more labor-saving, before arriving at the destination, those tame lambs, can still do some things, can save a lot of manpower. ”

"I don't want to transport these demonic beasts, low-level demonic beasts may not even have demon cores, they are stinky and messy, and when you come down, there will always be some ladies pinching their noses and bypassing here. ”

"Haha, what nonsense are you talking about, will there be a lady on your ship?"

All sounds were muffled as soon as they stepped into the mercenary union, and the only sound could be heard in the hall, except for the sound of breathing and the cold tapping of the soles of shoes against the stone face.

"I'm going to end my mission. ”

"Okay. ”

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