When Pol saw Qin Ran, it was already more than ten hours later.

As he walked out of the tent of the Misty Church attendees, Pol couldn't help but glance up at the gloomy sky.

The thunder that flashes from time to time and the dark clouds of low pressure are telling people that bad weather is coming.

By this time, most people couldn't tell whether such a thunder was a real thunder or that the 'God of War' was angry.

Whatever it is, life has to go on.

The plague was brought under control.

Etantoinople was rejuvenated again.

However, when looking at the cathedral of the 'Temple of the God of War', people's eyes become strange.

Some things don't have to be disguised.

Especially on the premise that someone has a heart to help the trouble.

Is 2567 involved?

Pol asked himself.

The answer is yes.

Even, it can be said that 2567 should be the main force in it.

Just face the gods......

Let's hope there aren't any surprises.

Pol prayed silently.

He admits that 2567 is strong.

It's the top group of people in a huge city.

But no matter how strong you are, you won't be a god after all.

The only ones who can deal with the gods are the gods!

This is an accepted truth.

"If that's the guy......"

Involuntarily, Pol began to think about the woman who had brought him into the predicament he was in.

A terrible existence.

So much so that when he thought about it, the first emotion he felt was not anger, but fear.

Subconsciously tightening his coat, Pol threw away his memories of the woman for a moment, and he began to think about his future path.

Complete all tasks as much as you can, and follow the footsteps of 2567 and others.

I threw it away.

Will get it back eventually!

With this in mind, Pol opened the tent and saw Qin Ran sitting behind the dining table.

The food on the table is long gone.

There were only a few empty plates left.

Empty dishes that are cleaner than washed.

Even the taste is gone.

So much so that Pol couldn't conclude at all what Qin Ran had just eaten.

Of course, he wouldn't be interested in what Qin Ran ate.

The reason why he paid attention to these was his keen discovery, Qin Ran seemed to have some changes, but what it was, Pol couldn't say.

It's as if you've been looking at a landscape for a long time, and at one moment you find that they have become unfamiliar, but after only a few moments, that sense of familiarity returns.

It's very mysterious.

But I can't say it.

Standing in front of the tent in a daze, Pol passed his senses.

He got rid of Qin Ran's different changes.

He focused more on his surroundings.

Then, he confirmed a difference: at least after eating before, there would be a residue of food aromas in the air.

And now?

There's not a shred of flavor left.

Could it be that it is ventilated?

Pol guessed, and sat down on the side of the table at Qin Ran's signal.

And just after Pol sat down, Qin Ran asked directly.

"What do you think of the Witch?"

It was so abrupt that Pol was stunned again.

This time, it took four or five seconds for Pol to laugh bitterly.

"I wouldn't want to run into her for the rest of my life, if I could."

"But that feeling of madness and cruelty has been imprinted on my soul, and I can't help but fear it when I think of her name."

"I didn't lie to you."

"I was shaking just now."

Pol restrained his smile as he spoke, subconsciously wanting to pick up the cup in front of him.

Even if there is nothing in the cup.

But he wanted to use this as a way to divert attention.

Unfortunately, this was not successful.

Pol shuddered as his fingertips touched the cold metal cup.

He seems to have gone back to the time when he first met the 'witch'.

'Want to embrace death?' ’

'Want to welcome a new student?' ’

'I ......'

'Won't give it to you.' ’

The voice came again.

Pol's body began to tremble.

His eyes darkened.

A figure seemed to loom as if it was about to come out of the depths.

"Help, help!"

Like a drowning man, Pol, who was supposed to be sitting there, began to tilt his head and stammer.

Qin Ran responded.

The flames dispelled the darkness.

Whew, swoop.

Pol gasped for breath.

His hair was pressed against his forehead, his clothes were completely soaked, and the whole person seemed to have experienced a protracted battle, almost losing his strength.

"I'm sorry, I'm not in the right state."

Pol said.

"Nope."

"It's none of your business."

Qin Ran shook his head, and then asked very seriously: "I am willing to give you the status of a baron as the heir of Etandine, are you willing to accept it?" ”

"Don't be in a hurry to answer."

"Because it's about your mission."

"Once you say yes, I want you to leave."

"Of course, it's up to you to decide."

In Qin Ran's indifferent words, Pol showed a grateful smile.

Before coming, Pol had thought of this.

Even, prepared for the worst.

Fortunately, the 'Flame Demon' and 'Flame King' in front of him did not lose his word, and moreover, he also gave him a reward that exceeded his expectations.

In Pol's mind, the Lord was enough.

The Baron has exceeded expectations.

"Thank you for all you have done for me."

"It's a pleasure to work with."

Pol said as best he could.

He knew that if he continued to participate in the future direction of the world, he would be able to gain more.

But he was self-aware.

The war of the gods was not something he could participate in.

"Have you brought everything with you?"

Qin Ran kindly reminded.

With the addition of completing the main quest, the huge city will not leave the player with more time.

"Of course!"

"I'm not a rookie!"

Pol patted his pocket.

Then, after a pause, Pol continued.

"If you can, help me take care of Ash, he's a good helper."

"Hmm."

"He's my guard."

Qin Ran nodded.

Then, Qin Ran suddenly thought of something.

"'Broker,' what do you think of that guy."

Qin Ran asked in a cliché.

Regarding the 'broker', Qin Ran asked Pol more than once.

And every time, Pol will be the same answer.

"That's a treacherous, insidious, ambitious fellow!"

"Be careful when you're with him!"

When Pol replied, his expression was quite solemn.

Qin Ran bowed slightly.

Didn't ask anything more.

He drove the other and reiterated again.

"Pol, are you willing to pledge your allegiance to me and become the baron of Etandine?"

"I do!"

This time, Pol replied on one knee in accordance with Etandin's etiquette.

Almost as soon as the voice fell, Pol's whole body glowed with a faint light, and ten seconds later, Pol disappeared with a smile on his face.

For the first time, Qin Ran saw outsiders return to the huge city.

Mimosa, you say?

That's not an outsider.

The next moment Pol disappeared, the superior demon walked in in the form of Simon.

"He's more important than we thought."

"At least, the protection is strong."

"I was able to sense his emotions."

"You can't peek into his memory."

"Not at all."

The high-ranking evil spirit spoke extremely quickly, and his brows furrowed.

Obviously, the recent smooth sailing has made it somewhat unacceptable to such a helpless result.

But Qin Ran's face was calm and indifferent.

"He's already back."

"It's in the past tense."

"We should focus on what we can focus on."

"And he?"

"Naturally, someone will continue to pay attention."

Qin Ran said slowly.

"Boss, aren't you worried at all?"

The superior evil spirit thought of his boss's plan, and couldn't help but ask.

You know, this is a collaboration without communication.

"Don't worry."

"Because, that guy must be fully prepared."

"And, do you think Rachel really didn't have a response?"

Qin Ran said with certainty.

Then, he got up and walked straight out of the tent.

The superior demon thought for a moment, shook his head, and walked out after his boss.

Things are a little more complicated than it thought.

But what's the matter?

All it has to do is keep up with its boss.

……

In a familiar feeling, Pol came back to his senses again.

He could confirm that he had returned to the huge city.

Humble room, safe enough.

Without hesitation, Pol just lay down on the mattress.

Call!

He let out a sigh of relief.

In the dungeon world, he has tried his best to adjust, but the fatigue is still there, and anyone with nervous tension will be like him.

He was convinced that even the 'Demon of Fire' was no exception.

Of course, just as the Flame Demon would keep his promises, so would he.

He asked Lawless for a drink.

By the way, sell some things that you don't need and buy some necessities.

Although the market for newcomers on the channel is very good, Pol firmly believes that the 'Harvest Tavern' will be better.

After a short break, Pol packed his bags and pushed the door open.

Unimpeded, Pol entered the 'Harvest Tavern'.

Maybe it's not the right time, and there are very few people in the entire 'Harvest Tavern'.

The dreaded proprietress was not there.

The familiar Hans, Kohl and others are also not there.

But the 'recluse' Levine was there, and the other party was holding the cat as usual, staring at the door in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

None of that matters, though.

Pol saw the lawlessness of the tall and strong.

At this moment, Lawlessness is wearing an apron, holding a bucket and a mop to drag the ground hard.

As he had seen it several times before.

"Hey, lawless."

Pol said hello.

"Hey, Pol."

"Would you like a drink?"

"If you order a drink with more than 20 points, I think I can take this apron off for the time being."

Lawless let out a hearty laugh.

"I'll order two drinks."

"A cup please."

"Just like I said before."

Pol also laughed.

Lawless pulled off his apron and ran into the bar, although he didn't have Rachel's bartending skills, but basic bartending was still okay.

20 points is exactly at the limit of this category.

Five minutes later, Lawless walked over to the small table where Pol was making two glasses of wine.

"I like guys who keep their word, and ......"

"Congratulations!"

Bite!

Wine glasses collide.

Pol laughed even more happily at the crunch.

Not only did he fulfill his promise, but he also made the most difficult start.

In the days to come, in the time of three to five dungeon worlds, although it will also be difficult.

But definitely not sad this time.

So, for 'congratulations', Pol is delighted.

"It's up to you."

"The fee is based on the market price."

Pol handed over everything that was not needed in this harvest to Lawless.

Since the reputation of the 'treasure hunter' spread, more and more people have come to lawlessness.

In this regard, Lawlessness did not refuse.

Because, these people are his friends.

He doesn't refuse friends.

And the cost?

It's basically slightly equal to nothing.

For friends, lawlessness always thinks of other ways to compensate.

"Do you need something?"

"I can find something that is not too exaggerated."

Lawless asked.

"I need ......"

Pol said what he was looking for.

Then, after another drink with Lawless, Pol got up and left the tavern.

When it came time to return to his room, Lawless had already fulfilled his promise.

Standing in front of the door, checking his catch, Pol, who was in a good mood, hummed a familiar ditty.

Soon, though, the minor tone came to an abrupt end.

A familiar figure appeared behind him.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Ms. Bella."

Pol asked the member of the 'Rebels' very dryly.

It's familiar, but the voice is cold.

Because, Pol can feel the other party's bad intentions.

Not the first time we met.

It's every time.

"Our boss, I want to see you."

Bella said truthfully.

"Your boss?"

Pol's voice rose a point.

The mysterious, unbeknownst boss of the rebels wants to see me?

The alarm bell in my heart is ringing frantically.

"Is that so?"

Pol lengthened his voice, his hand already gripping the doorknob, and he was ready to push the door in.

However, Bella is faster.

Or rather, the ambush is faster.

A cloth bag emerges from the void and traps Pol in it.

When he was trapped, Pol completely lost consciousness.

By the time he woke up again, he had already appeared in a room.

In front of him sat ......

'Broker'!

It's not that he's familiar with the 'broker', it's because of the 'registrant' Zor on the side.

As an entourage of the other party.

It could only be next to the 'broker'.

Suddenly, cold sweat began to emerge from Pol's forehead and back.

The 'broker' is the boss of the rebels?

What does he want to do?

These thoughts came to Bohl's mind.

"Good."

"Looks like you know who I am."

"Then you should know...... No, no, it's not you. ”

"It's 2567 who should have guessed my purpose."

Ignoring Pol's horror and silently checking some of the remaining aura on Pol's body, the 'broker' couldn't help but laugh.

The laughter is soft, but there is an indescribable confidence in the laughter.

After all......

That's the 'partner' he picked out among countless people!