Wren thought for a moment, now, it's time to be promoted to the fourth rank.

Strength is the foundation of everything, and his foundation is enough, in fact, as long as he reaches the peak of the third order, he can start to advance to the fourth order.

According to the agreement, half of the resources are provided by the association, and the other half of the resources are almost collected, and if they are not enough, they can also be smashed with money.

No way, being rich is capricious.

The location can be in the very private basement of the Little Widow Hospital, where a large amount of resources are stored, and it is also a strong underground fortification.

Originally, there were four quest release points on the plains, but now, the southern half of the Pugni Plain is in chaos, and many villages and towns have fallen.

At present, the Little Widow Hospital in Xiangcheng Town is the only mission receiving location in the northern hinterland of the plains.

Now that the old goat, the [Transformation Array Warlock] at the beginning of the fourth order, is in charge, according to him, there will soon be a Templar-level powerhouse (fourth-order high ~ fourth-order peak) to take his place.

"Boss, how much did you earn by killing the ghost hand this time?"

A beautiful female voice interrupted Wren's thoughts, and Suzanne pinched his shoulders, her beautiful eyes full of curiosity.

As for Garcia, he is eating with a mouth full of oil at the moment, how can he manage this.

Wren is right, this table also costs 10 gold coins, which is very rich.

Some people say no, but the body is honest.

"How much did you earn? Not much, but you can keep 10 cowgirls like you, and change the bed warmer every day. ”

Wren said lazily, his tone was very flat, he didn't say the specific gain, after all, the wealth is not exposed, and it is not good to show off.

Suzanne snorted and didn't ask.

Half an hour later, Garcia had also finished eating, full of wine and food, and his cups and plates were in disarray.

Wren glanced at the dishes that were still a lot left, and frowned, "Why don't you eat it?" Shame on waste! ”

Garcia clutched his slightly swollen stomach and said helplessly: "Boss, I'm not a pig, I've already eaten." ”

Saying that, he hiccuped, he really hadn't eaten such a luxurious set meal in normal times.

"Alright, boss, it's time to go, do you still want to swallow the plate?" Suzanne teased.

Wren stood up with an unhappy face and ordered: "Garcia, go, bring me the waiter, tell him to pack the rest and take it away."

Don't miss a peanut! ”

Garcia: "............"

I really underestimated the degree of the boss's slamming, and the waste has to be reused.

Suzanne burst out laughing, and the flowers trembled, and after a while, a waitress in a black waistcoat walked in.

He looked at the half-eaten meal on the table with a bewildered expression, and began to pack it in a large wooden lunch box.

To be honest, he was really confused, it was the first time he had encountered this kind of strange thing, and the person who could afford to eat the most expensive set meal in the store asked for it to be packed.

Wren didn't think there was anything wrong, there were still many association staff in the Little Widow Hospital, such as the little old man who was a local doctor.

Bringing it back can also give them a taste, or is it hot, and the leftovers are not meat?

Soon, the younger brother led the way, and Wren left the Rose Bar with his arms around Susanna, carrying the lunch box, and with the attitude of a big man on the road.

After returning to the Little Widow's Hospital, he waited for an hour in the office on the second floor, and finally, the old goat who had finished prostituting was late.

He pushed the door in, refreshed, and opened his arms: "The great Master Nicholas is back, rejoice!" Faroran people, Masters, I cover you! ”

Wren pursed his lips and sneered, "If there is a peanut, it will not be drunk like this." ”

The old goat snorted, sat on the sofa with his ass, and set up Erlang's legs: "Little ghost, let go of a fart, Lao Tzu is up and down hundreds of thousands of minutes in minutes, and I don't have time to accompany you to talk nonsense!" ”

"I'll apply for the half of the resources on the contract and be promoted to the fourth rank!" Wren said lightly.

Glancing at him in surprise, the old goat staggered: "It's worthy of hugging the little white face of Princess Keisha's thigh, so fast!" ”

In fact, he didn't know where Keisha and Wren had gotten to their relationship, and he didn't think he had succeeded, it was just a joke.

Wren couldn't help but cover his face: "Unpleasant, very persistent, there is a problem?" ”

"No problem, there are plenty of resources in the basement, and as for the high-level Spirit Gathering Array, I can help you set it up." The old goat nodded.

The two talked about related matters again, and the old goat got up and prepared to go to the basement of the hospital to depict the high-level spirit gathering array overnight.

The third level of the warlock profession is called [Soul Gathering Warlock], and this kind of formation is their housekeeping skill.

According to the old goat, he can also arrange it perfectly with his eyes closed, and probably tomorrow afternoon, Wren will be able to start his promotion.

"Is it safe here?" Wren asked, the promotion process must not be interfered with, otherwise it is easy to fail.

The old goat looked proud, and raised the red, yellow, blue and blue four rings in his hand: "See, the luxurious formation feast, specializing in all kinds of disobedience!" ”

The basement is very safe, and there are a lot of defensive formations carved into it, and with the old goat as Rennes' protector, the Duke of Darkness can't interfere with him.

Everything went in order, and Wren was very happy in his heart, and soon he would be a master demon hunter.

Strength is very important, if he is a fourth-order, many plans can be put on the agenda, unlike now, you have to be careful when you do everything.

On the other side, in the southern part of the Pugni Plains, Pineapple Town, it has been 3 hours since the ghost hand was killed, and the news has reached here.

The villages and towns on the plains are basically named after fruits and vegetables, and Pineapple Town, which is only half the size of Orange Town, has completely fallen here, and the current towns are all demons.

In the lobby of a three-story apartment in the center of the town, two demonic bosses are talking.

Miró, Prince of the Blackwings, sat on a red couch, his legs crossed, his arms crossed on the back of the couch.

He looked as he had always been tugging, but the gray T-shirt on his chest was torn to the corner, and a deep wound could be seen there.

Wisps of gray mist flowed into it, trying to stitch up the wound that was dripping with blood, but soon there was another bang, and the wind blades tore the wound again!

In the center of the hall, Luke, a muscular werewolf in trousers and a blue vest, was stepping, his arms hooked forward from time to time.

Luke danced the dog planing dance, frowned at the gunshot wound on Miro's chest, and said in a deep voice, "Is it so troublesome?" At your rate of recovery, still not healed? ”

Miro's wound was left by Gonzalez when he broke through the town of Oratán in Casevia.

Miro shook his head slightly, and the scattered black grew up: "Gonzalez's strength attribute is very special, and the degree of domineering is not under the Burning Heart Flame and the withering cold light.

Annihilation of the Hurricane, the same power as the Storm God of War in the Quaternary Age. ”

Louis de Singer, the god of the storm, was one of the strongest men of the Quaternary Age and the ancestor of the royal family of the St. Joan Empire.