The next morning, with the sun of birth, Ming Feng got up from the old bed, and with the squeak and squeak of movement, Ming Feng sorted out the backpack that was already a little worn.

"Alas!" Suddenly sighing, Ming Feng remembered when he first got this backpack. At that time, the backpack was still a brand new and beautiful backpack, and after another battle, the backpack had broken down to this state.

It seems that when you return to the guild, you will need to visit the magic shop to see if you have any suitable magic storage items to buy one. Just thinking like this, Ming Feng suddenly came to his senses, and he wanted to see the upgraded state yesterday.

I don't know why, but when I leveled up yesterday, I had a feeling that this level would increase more mana than before. The Properties panel is brought up.

Soul of the Dragon Emperor: White Radiance Lv43 (31126/14000) ↑ (Level 2 up)

Magical attribute: Silver Thunder (Blue)

Mana: 8000/8000

Magic Skill: Thunder Dragon Emperor Magic (M)

After some observation, Ming Feng confirmed his feelings, it was true that this level of improvement had 1,000 more mana points, and it should have only been 500 points. And the battle with Sting and Rogge, coupled with a temptation with Silver, allowed him to gain another 6,000 energy points.

These two points made Ming Feng have to be excited, although he didn't understand why he got the upper limit of 500 more mana, but no matter what, it was a good thing. Moreover, the rewards of fighting against the strong are also amazing, 6000 points of mana, which is not a small number.

Although fighting a large number of low-level mages is both easy and rewarding, that kind of battle is not encountered often, after all, there are very few mages in other countries in Ishgar except for the kingdom of Fiorre.

Putting on his backpack, he walked out of the house and left the abandoned town.

Ming Feng set off towards the town where there were people, although the southern part of Ishgar was relatively large, and Ming Feng was not familiar with it, but no matter what, he had been here for more than a year, and he still had some understanding of the division of national forces and the distribution of cities.

Ming Feng, who didn't use any magic power to get on the road, knew the importance of his body, and when he didn't need to fight, he focused on exercising his body, so that his body could keep him in a tense state at all times.

Although as a magician, the requirements for physical skills are not very high, but Ming Feng does not care, he thinks that with better physical skills, magic can exert greater effect and lethality, otherwise he can only be reduced to the ranks of low-level or unpopular magicians.

With steady steps, he kept hurrying towards the town where there were people, and Ming Feng suddenly thought that it was because he broke through the fear in his heart when he fought with Silver that he had increased his mana by 500 more.

The more he thought about it, the more he thought that this was the case, and Ming Feng suddenly realized that as long as there was a breakthrough, whether it was physical or mental, he would gain an increase in mana.

Thinking like this, Ming Feng got up as he walked, imagining that he would continue to make breakthroughs of one kind or another in the future stage, so that his mana would continue to improve the basic value.

It's as if Natsu's battles are always at critical moments, either replenished by flames or some kind of breakthrough, which makes him burst out with stronger combat power at that time, defeating one powerful opponent after another.

After the fantasy, Ming Feng's consciousness returned to reality, looking at the endless wasteland around and ahead, there was a pond from time to time, and from time to time there was a forest, Ming Feng found that although he was used to being alone, he was even more accustomed to this loneliness, but he still didn't like this state very much in his heart, he longed to have a partner, a good brother, a lover, and a family.

Such thoughts and feelings are contradictory and coexist, and Ming Feng decided that no matter what the outcome of this mission is, he will return to the guild for a while.

After feeling it, Ming Feng thought of the new task he received last night.

Although he took this high-cost task, from the content and requirements of the task, Ming Feng did not get valuable information about the task, and he didn't even know where to start looking.

Is this all I have to do to try my luck? Aimless searching? As soon as such a thought popped up, it was denied by Ming Feng, he had to find clues from the limited information, otherwise wouldn't it be a waste of time to try his luck everywhere like this?

Thinking like this, a trace of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind, Ming Feng tried to grasp this trace of inspiration while walking, and kept recalling the feeling just now, recalling the experience in his mind for more than a year, is there a clue in this regard.

Suddenly, Ming Feng thought of a name.

'Joseph Pola'

The president of this ghost dominator, the former Holy Ten Magi, is a person of evil black magic.

When he was tracking down the people of the Dark Guild, he met this guy who pretended to be mysterious, did he still want to go with him at that time? Do you want to train yourself and teach yourself magic?

At that time, he didn't tell himself about his organization or guild mysteriously, and he said that he would not know until he joined!

Thinking like this, Ming Feng felt more and more that this mysterious organization had something to do with Joseph Pola.

"Head! You wait for me. ”

The sudden arrival of a sentence interrupted Ming Feng's train of thought.

'Whoosh'

Ming Feng jumped to the top of a tree at great speed, hidden between the leaves and branches.

"Head! Where the hell are we going? Is there any arrangement from above? A man who was obese but wore a suit of soft armor said his companion who had caught up with him.

"Be quiet." The man called the head turned around and waited angrily for the fat man.

"What are you afraid of! Head, it's not like you don't know here, there's not even a beast, where did the people come from. The fat man pointed around, indicating that he was right.

The man called the 'head' looked around, then relieved his heart and said, "The boss asked us to go over and assemble, saying that there was any arrangement, but we won't know until we get there." ”

A slender man on the side said, "Head, is our organization a dark guild?" ”

"It's not!" The burly, muscular 'head' replied decisively.

"Then why is it so mysterious?" The fat man from before expressed his doubts again.

Although the burly man was angry before, he apparently patiently explained to his companion: "Then I don't know, it is said that there is a person with a big goal above, and this goal is almost achieved." ”