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Darko squinted his eyes and looked around at the red earth he passed, the sunlight shining down unobstructed, the rising heat often distorting the distant landscape. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIt is in such a harsh land that the various intelligent races are tenaciously surviving, and they are still living a wonderful life. Because no one knows if they will die tomorrow, what they can do today becomes crazy. Bloodlust, killing, females, slaves, drugs, everything imaginable evil can be found in this land.

The ultimate vitality and unlimited freedom in the ultimate harsh environment are the charm of the Mercury plane. Although under unlimited freedom, the situation of the weak will only get worse. But the strong are completely unfettered in this land.

Dacko followed the markers on the map and finally made it out of the mountains two days later. In front of him was a plain, and not far away there was a spring built there, just because there was a spring there. It's not a big building, but it has all the functions it should have. A small two-story building is a quest claim point for the Mercenary Guild, giving those who want to take their lives to fight for some gold, and other apothecaries, blacksmiths, and grocery stores can also be found.

Darko draped the cloak in advance, and the enchantment on the cloak obscured his entire face to prevent anyone from seeing his face. Dusk soon came, and the rotting wolves, who had slept in hunger for a day, let out a long howl and began to wander around ghostly, looking for an opportunity to fill their bellies, and Dakko stepped into the middle of this.

Darko browsed the grocery store and found that the materials were very low-end, and the parchment sold in it was not even as good as the one he made himself. When he recognized the dirty pieces hanging on the wall of the grocery store as jerky made from rotting wolves, he also discouraged the idea of buying food here.

Continuing to wander around, Dacko decided to go to the bar to find out the news, this kind of small place is only the bar is a gathering place for news. Even if it's not credible, and there's no news of the Amecia Plane here, it's better than staying in the mines and knowing nothing. The pub was the place where the gossip was most mixed, and it was the fastest way he could find out how to buy food and ingredients without the support of an intelligence network.

For thousands of years, places like taverns have been hubs for information, and turbulent times are no exception. Despite the popularity of magical communication, places like pubs, which rely on primitive means of communication, still survive and thrive. Even in the turbulent years, bars could be found in almost every settlement of size. Those settlements that don't have bars are not because they don't want to have them, but because they can't serve alcohol.

In a few moments, Daktronics was already in the only bar in the city, which was rudimentary but had the necessary facilities. There was even a name scrawled on the dilapidated wooden board, which was called the bar. The bar is dimly lit, the tables and chairs are old, and the walls are covered in graffiti, but it has a strange beauty.

The smell of low-quality alcohol, tobacco and sweat was in the air, and the pungent smell of low-quality perfume emanated from several women with heavy makeup, which was disgusting to smell. The bar's wooden counter is not elaborate and its shape is irregular. Behind the bar stood a middle-aged man, he was casually wiping the wine glass in his hand, his figure was a little fat, but his complexion was a rare ruddy and healthy in the Mercury plane, he seemed to be the owner of this bar, and the only receptionist. Darko hesitated for a moment and walked over to the crowded area inside.

Squeezing through the not-so-spacious bar hall, Darko knew why magicians liked to flaunt their nobility rather than come to such crowded places. Warfighters can dodge sneak attacks from the shadows with great strength and agility, but mages don't have the skills to do so, magic chanting takes time, and the possibility of capsizing in the gutter is too great.

Fortunately, Dakko made it all the way to a seat and sat down. The people in the bar seemed to be busy having fun, and he was relieved that no one was paying attention to Dako's entry. But in fact, someone had already been eyeing him, and the boss behind the bar glanced at a big man next to him, and continued to wipe the wine glass in his hand casually.

The big man quietly retreated, no need to say that he also knew who it was, although there was a large floating population, both mercenaries and adventurers would be more familiar, and there would be a specific style in the outfit. In contrast, strangers who are out of place in their environment are as conspicuous as fireflies in the dark night. The hostile environment of the Mercury Plane means that no tourists come here, and such people either flee to Mercury for some reason or are wanted by a church. Either way, it's going to be good for them.

Darko cautiously looked around, picking up all sorts of news from the conversations of the people around him. Whether it's to buy food or magic materials, it's necessary to get information about this unknown region in time. From time to time, he saw dusty people entering the bar, happily talking to acquaintances.

After some eavesdropping, Darko learns that this place is between the spheres of influence of the Sea Church and the Sky Church, and that neither party has any management over the area due to lack of resources. There was only one mine nearby, and after the precious deposits were excavated, the power of the Church ceased to maintain order. And for those struggling to survive, the dug and messy mine is a rare treasure trove, and entering it can always pick up a small number of various metal ores, which are worthless but at least can be exchanged for food. If you dare to go deeper, and you are lucky enough, you can even pick up some rare ores, of course, only if you have a life to come back. There are a large number of fierce demonic beasts in the mines, and there are also some miners who have been infected by the poisonous gas in the depths and become zombies, which are not at all something that ordinary people can compete with.

Darko thought he was very hidden, he wore a heavy cloak, such a strange outfit had obviously been noticed by many people. Although the enchantment on his cloak obscured his entire countenance, his mysterious flavor was already very attractive. Moreover, in such a remote place, anything new would catch everyone's eye, and even if they didn't recognize Darko's enchanted cloak, it didn't stop them from being curious.

Just as Darko was concentrating on catching useful information for him, when half a glass of brandy was placed in front of him, a young woman who was already half drunk sat next to Darko, put her cloak against his ear and said, "Hey, handsome guy, do you want to have a drink together?" Look, this wine is good, and I'm not bad!"

By Darko's standards, this woman is indeed good-looking. After all, Dakko has regained this desire since he reshaped his body, but now he has been suppressed for half a year. Darko wanted to vent his accumulated desires, but not now, Dakko was walking a tightrope to avoid the pursuit of the Vitamin Guild, and at the same time he had to buy magic materials and food, and it was obviously not suitable to relieve stress before the plan was completed.

Trouble always seemed to be inseparable from the woman, and before Darko could withdraw his gaze from the woman's twin peaks, a large, black-haired hand pressed against his shoulder. The owner of the black-haired hands was a big man who was a whole head taller than the Dakko, and his muscular upper body was only covered with a leather waistcoat. He stared at Darko viciously, "Boy, are you seducing my woman?"

"You stained my cloak. Darko said calmly. His voice was soft and melodious, full of magnetism, and the eyes of the half-drunk woman lit up when he heard it.

"Bastard, what are you talking about!" the strong man felt insulted, the thick green tendons on his neck kept throbbing, and the muscles on his body squirmed as quickly as if they were full of bugs. The people around him immediately talked about it and made a lot of comments. The muscular hair has reached the point of such a perversion, which means that this strong man is at least a junior samurai. In Mercury, no matter which profession is at the junior, although it is not possible to walk sideways, at least no one wants to provoke casually.

Many people around noticed the dispute here and looked over. There were hunters, miners, prostitutes, mercenaries, and people whose identities were not visible from their clothes, including the woman who caused the incident, all of them looked like they were waiting to see a good show.

The strong man's palm had already begun to exert force, and he was ready to directly crush this kid's shoulder blades as the price for his wild words. However, his huge palm suddenly no longer dared to exert force, and even trembled a little.

At this moment, Darko's right arm was raised, and a white palm poked out of the cuff of the cloak, on which a skull-sized fireball floated. The sound in the bar gradually quieted down as if it had been stripped away layer by layer, and not only the people around the theater, but also the people in the entire bar who were still obsessed and crazy just now noticed the conflict here.

"Well, it's a guy with a background, he can instantaneously perform first-level magic, and he seems to be an intermediate magician. The corners of the boss's mouth at the bar curled up imperceptibly, he had been paying attention to the situation on Darko's side, and he could see that Darko had unleashed his fireball technique in less than a second after he finished speaking.

In fact, Darko's exposed palm was even more surprising than the fireball on it. The harsh environment of the Mercury plane makes everyone look rough and gray-skinned, and it is rare to see a man with such delicate skin. "Goo", many people swallowed a mouthful of saliva at this time, including women and men.

The strong man who provoked the incident didn't have time to pay attention to Darko's skin, he had reached the point where it was difficult to ride a tiger, and he felt that this kid's bones were surprisingly hard, if his hand was reckless, it was still a matter of whether he could crush the other party's shoulder, but it was certain that his head would be exploded by a fireball. The strong man's palms were tight, but Darko immediately helped him make a decision. Darko got up slowly, and the fireball in his palm naturally ushered towards the strong man. This kind of speed will not make the strong man feel too dangerous and instinctively fight back, but it gradually forces the strong man's body to lean back a little. When the strong man's waist bent to the point of losing his center of gravity, he sat on the ground very simply, compared with life, face or something has long become a dispensable thing.

With a slight shake of Darko's palm, the fireball disappeared out of thin air, and the inside of the bar gradually resumed its hustle and bustle very cooperatively, only occasionally a concerned or hot gaze burned on Darko. Darko already had expectations in his mind about revealing that he was a magician. The current situation of the Mercury plane, entering as an outsider, will inevitably encounter all kinds of trouble. If you want to avoid trouble, it is impossible to hide your strength. So some camouflage is needed so that the eyes and ears of the vitamin guild may not be able to get the correct information. So Darko decided to disguise himself as a fire magician, after all, for the ability to instantaneously fireball magic, it is obvious that he can only do it by being proficient in fire magic, which is very consistent with the information that Darko wants others to know.

Darko sighed again, why is his physique not suitable for cultivating martial arts, otherwise in this case, he can completely disguise himself as a warrior and beat the reckless man severely. It is true that disguising himself as a samurai would be safer than disguising himself as a fire mage, but Darko himself knew that the reason why he thought this way was actually because he had the idea of dual cultivation of magic and martial arts in the past.

The appearance of the reckless man made things develop to this point, and Darko didn't expect his secret operation to become like this, so he no longer hid his purpose, and walked directly to the bar, "Boss, give me a glass of ale." ”

The boss took out a not-so-clean cup and poured a large glass of ale from the barrel, "Those adventurers call me Old Sam, and you can call me that." ”

Darko took a sip of the ale, he wasn't very used to the taste of this inferior ale, "Sam, I need some ingredients, can you tell me where I can buy them?"

"There are many kinds of materials, and different materials need to be purchased in different places. Don't know what materials you want. Sam seemed absent-mindedly in response, not deliberately raising the volume in the noisy environment, he obviously knew that Dacko could hear it.

"I need alchemy materials like adamantite, mercury, and maybe some magic plants. "Darko didn't want to expose his support profession to others, and he said materials that could be used in a variety of professions. He thought for a moment and placed a silver coin on the bar.

"There's a blacksmith shop in the north-west corner of town, and if Agart is in a good mood, he might be able to get you some mercury. As for the Demon Plant, you can get it from mercenaries and adventurers, and of course you have to have the strength to trade fairly with them. Sam put away a silver coin from Darko and retrieved five more copper coins, then continued to wipe his glass with the uncolored rag, "Three copper coins for ale, two copper coins for news." Also, the person you just clashed with was Huo Wen's subordinate in the nearby town of Mano, who was nicknamed Mad Dog, and you should be able to understand what that meant. ”

"Thanks, I'll take note. Darko liked principled people, and so he was much better to Sam's senses, so he pushed back two copper coins as payment for the latter message.

Then, Dacko ignored the resentful gaze of the young woman behind him and left the bar directly. It was getting late, and he was going to find an inn to rest for the night, and tomorrow he would go to the blacksmith to buy something.

"Do you want to buy alchemy materials, it seems that he can only go to the nearby town of Manuo, maybe he can take the opportunity to make some trouble for our old friend. After Darko left, Sam played with the silver coins he had just earned, tilted his head slightly as if talking to himself, "Spread the news, just say that there is a junior magician here who wants to buy magic materials, and he has a lot of magic crystals on him, so I'm not afraid that Huo Wen will not be moved." ”

Next to the bar stood the strong man who had just clashed with Darko, and now he was completely free of the recklessness he had just now, and after hearing this, he smiled weirdly, and then disappeared into the crowd.