If a man's arm can't hold up a piece of sky, snap it off and throw it into the River Styx. - The Great Warrior Hosdi

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“

It's been so long, so come in.

It's so cold tonight, have a cup of microphone bar.

The fog in the south is heavy,

Surrounded by mountains to the west,

The river Styx in the north melts as soon as it is touched,

The Oriental Chao people have a big temper.

Ah, only Hosdy can keep you away from fright,

As its creator,

The great warrior Hosty is so great~

Lalala~

”

Roasting on the warm fire, Mu Yan curled up in his leather jacket and quietly listened to the bard's song.

It is hard to imagine that the aggressive Heru people could have such artistic attainments. He spent three months in Hosdi, never seeing a bookstore, not even a proper history book from a roadside stall – if you don't count the wild histories full of erotic descriptions.

This can't help but make Mu Yan feel that the artistic wisdom burst out by ordinary people is imaginative and untraceable.

As the song goes, Hosdi is the name of a city and the name of a warrior. It is located in the southwestern corner of Heru, and is blocked from going west or south, with only two other directions leading elsewhere.

The first warrior to come here was called Hosdi, who had no surname, so he named the place after himself. He planted a sign on the ground that read "Welcome to Hosdi," and with that sign as the center, the building spread out in circles, leaving a street like mosquito coils.

The wallless city has encountered two animal tides, one successfully and one unsuccessfully.

The reason why there is no wall is because the great Hostdy said, "If a man's arm cannot hold up a piece of sky, break it and throw it into the River Styx." Then he made a rule: Hosty never needed a wall, it could be as broad as a man's heart.

Not to mention the success of the defense, it happened more than 4,000 years ago, and the story was passed down by generations of bards, and it has long been changed beyond recognition, and can only be described as "fairy fighting".

The defeat was well documented, and it happened more than 300 years later, halving the population of Hosde, and the entire city was cut through like a cake by a herd of beasts. But the people of Hosdi did not give up, but seemed to be stimulated to be ferocious, and they rested for half a year and then killed them, like a wild wolf who could not care about licking his wounds, covered in blood, with round eyes, and killed with a fierce face.

The result is undoubtedly that they who have been injured are more like the beast tide than the beast tide, and after that battle, countless demonic beasts were driven into the fog of the south, and never returned, and it also brought stability to Hosdi for more than 3,000 years.

……

As he pondered, a steaming glass of golden ale slammed in front of him.

"Huh?" He looked up and saw a big man with a bare chest, at least 1.8 meters tall, with dark and thick chest hair, and an anchor wrapped in aquatic weeds tattooed on his arm, which was the symbol of the Michao people.

This is the front desk staff of the mercenary hall, his name is Uno, he is from the distant port of Geoor, as the song goes, he smells of sweat.

"Orientals," he shouted at Mu Yan.

Mu Yan's new body is based on the soul as a template, so now he is what he is. And in Hosdi, there are quite a few people who belong to the same style of painting as him, and it is said that they all came from the east of the River Styx, so they are called Orientals. It's a pity that the Orientals here look cold, and they never have a good face for him, so they haven't communicated.

"How?" He replied in surprise.

"Drink." Uno pushed the glass in front of him. "Please."

Mu Yan snapped his fingers expressionlessly, and the ale was instantly frozen into ice, and the glass also broke, and then a fire rose up, making the wine and the wine glass disappear together, without hurting the solid wood table at all.

In the blink of an eye, there was nothing left in the air except the smell of wine.

"Something to talk about." He said lightly.

The fire rose so fast that Uno retreated half a step with some fear, gritted his teeth and sat back down.

"Sell me your gray crystal, and I'll give you 150 gold coins!"

He slapped a shriveled empty bag on the table, the size of a palm, the mouth of the bag tied with a white rope.

The most basic storage package, the volume on the earth is the size of a school bag, and it is better than being petite, about 150 gold coins.

Mu Yan still used an ordinary cloth bag, but fortunately he didn't have anything outside of him, and no pickpocket dared to attack a male witch (as the Heru people call a mage).

"Uno, when did you become so generous?" A small flame rose from Mu Yan's fingers and slowly approached the package.

Unoy hurriedly took the package back.

"Or is this kickback so big that you are willing to bleed so much?" He looked at each other for a long time.

Just half an hour ago, Mu Yan returned to the mercenary hall, and then his proposed way to complete the task was rejected. He was also told by Uno not to try to find out a wizard's secret.

But now, it was obvious that he had promised U a lot of money, and the other party left his work and ran to find him.

"Mu Yan, sir." Obviously, this kind of honorific is very unaccustomed to Uno.

"I really want that gray crystal."

"300 gold coins, a fixed price, plus the man's information." Mu Yan doesn't talk nonsense. "As a thank you for working together for so long, how about I teach you another set of rhetoric to make sure you won't be discovered?"

Uno's Adam's apple twitched, as if calculating how much he would have left after deducting the money.

"Deal!" The big man slammed his fist on the table.

……

After about a cup of tea, Uno took the gray crystal and left, but what he didn't know was that there was still a trace of Mu Yan's magic attached to the crystal.

In fact, in Hosdi, once this kind of overt refusal of tasks and private transactions is reported and verified, he will lose his job, and the system is so strict that it makes people feel ridiculous, like a flower of order blooming in the barren land of civilization, not only bright but conspicuous.

Uno slipped through the back door into the mercenary hall, his nimble form completely out of match for his massive size. He replaced the sign at the front desk that read "went, no one is there" to "Went to eat, no one is there", and then turned into the secret room in the inner hall.

The walls are covered with rotten pigman hair and black raven feathers, and are carved with special magic patterns, so they have a good sense of insulation, and no one will know if they kill their employer inside, as the builders of the mercenary office said. As a result, very few people are willing to wait here.

Uno walked up to the man in black who was sitting in silence and put down the crystal in his hand.

"Mr. Ash, I've brought something."

The man in black stretched out a white and slender hand, his skin was firm and elastic, and his nails were meticulously cut.

He picked up the crystal and looked at it twice, let out a disdainful sneer, and then dispelled the magic that Mu Yan attached to it, like a trace of dust was thrown away.

However, he didn't notice that the dust drifted to the door, and lay quietly on the floor, not dissipating.

"Mr. Uno," Ash began, his voice young. "Can you tell us a little bit about how you got this thing?"

Uno wiped a cold sweat, and the other party's disdainful laughter made him a little apprehensive. He didn't know why the other party had put so much pressure on him, as if the black robe could exude a terrifying coercion.

"I bought him a glass of wine and said ......"

Uno recounted the lies that Mu Yan had taught him in full. Then they looked at each other apprehensively.

"Tsk," Ash laughed mockingly. "What a delicate lie."

"Mr. Ash, you-"

The man in black stretched out his hand and gently pulled it in the air, and pulled out a weak and boneless transparent snake from the folds of Uno's clothes, which was as clear as jade and looked well-behaved.

The snake was only the size of a little finger, about 10 centimeters long at first, and then 20 centimeters when it returned to Ash's hand.

"This phantom snake can evade the perception of most wizards and feed me back what it hears, so Mr. Uno should think about how he can keep his job."

After saying that, he picked up the crystal and turned to leave.

"Wait, you-ah-"

Uno grabbed the opponent's sleeve robe, but screamed as if he had caught magma, his palms were burned black, and then he was bounced away by a force and hit the wall with a "bang".

Ash shuddered slightly, then sneered, ignored him, and walked away.

He happened to step on a wisp of "dust" before when he went out, but he didn't know about it.