The bartender's answer made Roger's heart skip a beat.

But he quickly grasped two key words in the other party's words.

"Floating islands" and "flooding".

There's a lot of information behind this.

As far as Roger knows.

The floating islands are inhabited by the six "families", who are the true rulers of Gem City.

The many gangs under the floating island are just the outward manifestations of the intertwined power of the six major families.

This group of people holds the core power of Gem City in their hands.

That power is spell.

That's right.

Today's Jewel City Floating Island is a legacy of the Aether Society's era.

The people of the six great families have inherited the authority of the Aether Society.

The "Society of Truth" was established in the style of the old era.

The Society of Truth represents the highest level of sorcery in the Gem City and surrounding areas.

It is said that the number of transcendent mages inside is more than double digits.

It's a very scary force.

And in this case.

The "Aether Eater" can actually flood the floating island......

I think of the scene when Roger marked the Aether Eater Dragon, not only did the other party not dodge, but rushed over violently.

It is not difficult to speculate on the following results:

The Aether Eater has extremely high spell resistance, and may even be a magic immunity!

At the same time, its own physical defense is high enough.

In this case, it dares to be so arrogant.

As for why he was slapped to death by Roger.

It is very likely that it is the cause of "qi".

"The smashing palm is really a magic weapon, in the final analysis, I am still a disciple of the Root Miao Red Qingquan Sect."

Roger thought proudly.

……

"But I advise you not to think too much."

Unconsciously.

The bartender said more, and he looked at Roger seriously:

"Last week, a couple of people tried to get to the floating island, but they were thrown off."

"How would it feel if it were you, being thrown off a floating island nearly a kilometer away?"

Roger nodded approvingly:

"That's a horrible thing indeed."

The bartender nodded in satisfaction:

"So, don't try to get to the top of the sky in one step."

"I see you're good-looking, I have a few other jobs here that you can try."

Let's talk about it.

He quietly pushed a small note over.

……

"Urgent move: strong hunk / gentle guy / cream boy"

"Location: Unknown, mostly floating island ladies salon"

……

"Ah, thank you for your kindness...... But I'm not thinking about that for now. ”

Roger politely declined the bartender's gracious invitation.

And it's no wonder.

The new human skin mask he put on was a little lighter in temperament, but it really looked good.

After the change, his charm directly increased by 2 points.

And in terms of appearance, there may be more points.

After being rejected by Roger, the bartender's attitude immediately cooled.

Roger was not upset, and after paying a tip as promised, he was about to leave.

Who knew that the bartender took the initiative to talk to the little girl in the black dress behind Roger:

"Can I know your name? Beautiful Miss? ”

The little girl in the black dress was stunned for a moment and looked at Roger.

The latter blinked.

She immediately understood and said delicately:

"My name is Woodpecker."

Her lingua franca is newly learned, a little stumbling, but with an indescribable flair.

"Ah, woodpecker! What a poetic name! ”

The bartender immediately hummed a song, and after humming, he looked at the little girl in the black dress affectionately:

"May I treat you to a drink?"

A quick glance at Roger's departing back.

The woodpecker smiled shyly:

"Absolutely."

……

Late at night.

In a single room on the third floor of the Scavenger Inn.

The little girl in the black dress, who had just returned, put a large bag of information on the table.

Roger asked casually as he flipped through the information:

"How's the drinking?"

The woodpecker said delicately:

"It sucks."

Roger frowned, "In a normal voice." ”

"Understood, master, it sucks."

A deep male voice sounded:

"The man got more and more excited, and then took me to his quarters, where these things were found."

Roger nodded:

"And then? Did he find out who you were? ”

The woodpecker frowned and said:

"That's the bad thing."

"When he found out, he became more excited."

Roger coughed violently, almost choking on himself.

"And then?"

He asked gossipingly.

"I'll kill him."

The woodpecker said succinctly:

"The errand he tried to introduce to you during the day today was a trap."

"The so-called work content is not to serve the noblewomen at all, but to become a human test subject for a mage on a floating island."

"According to my inquiry, more than 20 people have been fooled since the beginning of this year, and the final outcome is very miserable."

Roger nodded slightly.

This did not come as a surprise to him.

When the bartender was selling his job, his sixth sense sensed malice.

I just didn't expect this to happen.

"This floating island is really full of haze."

Roger couldn't help but snort.

He thought quietly for a while, and then instructed:

"In the next period of time, you ask Ugu to take the others to find an abandoned farm and wait for me."

"That's enough money for you, but be careful and keep a low profile."

The woodpecker nodded repeatedly.

"What about you, master?"

She couldn't help but ask more.

"Floating Island."

Roger tapped lightly on the document in his hand that had been pulled out of a pile of information.

……

"Mission: Recruit Senior Masseurs"

"Description: Ms. Shar from Floating Island No. 4 suffers from cervical spondylosis and hip pain, and is now recruiting senior masseurs from the All Gem City area, with an hourly salary starting from 200 bronze reams"

"Contact: Old Locke (you can find him near Black Hawk Square or Ruined Bridge)"

……

The next afternoon.

Black Hawk Square.

A frivolous teenager carrying a black coffin walked briskly, attracting the attention of many people.

But in Gem City.

There are people in fancy dresses.

In the eyes of many people, the coffin is just a decoration.

The warblers on the outskirts of the square whistled one after another, and kept flicking at the young man, but the latter ignored him.

"You're Aba?"

A corner of the square.

Gray-haired old Locke joked:

"Don't be so nervous, the floating island is not going to die."

"Of course, if you can't please Lady Share, she may throw you off the floating island, and this coffin won't be useful, so why don't you sell it to me cheaply?"

Roger raised his eyebrows and said a little haughtily:

"I'm a martial artist, and this is my cultivation prop."

Old Locke nodded with relief:

"Yes, I've seen your self-introduction, a martial artist from the deep mountains of the Thunder Heights."

"Maybe that's what Lady Shar needs."

"We have to move faster, otherwise it will take more than two hours to wait for the next pontoon."

Roger was silent.

Just follow Old Locke to the depths of Black Hawk Square.

20 minutes later.

They stood on the deck of a medium-sized pontoon.

In the midst of the huge roar of inferior medium stones.

The pontoon took off slowly.

The wind was blowing, and many people on the deck involuntarily held on to the wooden poles at hand.

Roger didn't help, he saw a lot of this wind in the sky.

Wait until the airflow gradually stabilizes.

Old Locke spoke:

"Don't be too anxious, the pontoon is flying very slowly, and today it is the turn of the No. 4 floating island to rise to the highest orbit, so it will take a little longer."

Roger was surprised:

"With such a low transportation efficiency, aren't the old men on the floating island too slow?"

Old Locke smiled:

"One day, if you join the Six Great Families, you won't have to take a pontoon boat anymore."

"Your means of transportation will become the Aether Gate. It's a very powerful teleportation technology, left over from the ancestors of the old era. I've heard that the masters of the Truth Society have been working on restoring this technology, and I don't know when it will be successfully promoted, so let's enjoy that convenience too. ”

Roger heard the tentative hint in his words and glared at him viciously.

The latter smiled and said no more.

……

The pontoon boat slowly approached the shore.

Old Locke led Roger through the clean and tidy city, and finally came to the outside of a secluded villa.

After knocking on the door, there is naturally a housekeeper to receive you.

Old Locke completed his mission as a broker and left without looking back.

The middle-aged housekeeper with a serious expression led Roger all the way to the living room, and left after only a few words.

Roger put down the black coffin and sat down on his own.

The décor in the living room is extremely luxurious.

Solid white marble flooring throughout.

Intricate citrine chandeliers hang from the dome, seven or eight meters long.

Everywhere you look, it's full of gold.

Even the grip of the chair where Roger was sitting was inlaid with two pieces of white marble.

I almost put the word "rich" on the furniture.

Suddenly.

There was an itching sensation on the back of his hand.

Roger looked down and was immediately happy-

An Aether Eater Dragon has come out of nowhere, shouting and dancing on the back of his hand!

Roger smiled slightly.

A backhand is a slap in the face.

……

"You killed 1 Aether Eater."

"You gained 1 XP"

"Your reflex speed has been slightly increased."

……

"It's comfortable."

Roger's heart is happy!

"What are you doing?"

A curious voice came.

Roger looked up.

What caught my eye was a long fiery red hair.

Big eyes.

Long eyelashes.

Melon seed face.

Explosive figure.

At this point, Roger's gaze no longer dropped, because the other party was only wearing a loose pajamas.

data bar.

……

"Sixth Sense: You met the sorceress Shar, who is between 36~41 and is suspected of having demonic blood."

……

"Sixth Sense: You see that the sorceress Shar isn't wearing ......."

……

Roger quickly looked away.

The sixth sense is too sharp.

He had to restrain himself.

"It's just an annoying bug."

Roger quietly clasped the corpse of the Aether Eater in his palm, and then asked:

"Can we start treatment?"

Shar glanced thoughtfully at the black coffin beside him, and yawned lazily:

"Absolutely."

"Ugly things ahead, if you can't please me, you'd better have a flying scroll with you."

With that, she turned and walked into the inner room.

Roger hurried to follow.

……

After 10 minutes.

In a dimly lit room.

Three incense sticks burned in the corner, and the smell of mixed essential oils filled the air, somewhat with a charming smell.

Shar lay on the long waterbed and urged:

"Quick."

Roger pressed his right hand to her hip without hesitation.

A large amount of qi gathers here.

With Roger's efforts.

Little by little, it seeped out.

……

"Hint: You use 'Qi' to apply topical treatment to the target"

……

"Huh?"

Shar, who was lying on his stomach, let out a surprised sound.

It didn't take long.

The room was filled with the snort's incessant hum of pleasure.

……