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Just activating the body of the god of war made him seriously injured on the spot and almost lost his combat power.

This shows that the physical body is not enough to withstand such a strong force, and it is already loaded.

Further up, it is not allowed to rupture the meridians and explode to death.

He muttered to himself: "The God of War Recipe comes from the bloodline inheritance of the Ares Godhead, and it is a divine combat skill. ”

"This power is ridiculously strong..."

Recalling the punch just now, Richard couldn't help but sigh deeply: "No wonder the lives with bloodline inheritance are all standing at the top of the continent. You don't need to cultivate at all, you can master it directly! ”

At this point, he had already guessed the man standing at the top of the peak.

It must be Ares, the god of war!

His last earth-shattering spear was most likely the last form of the God of War technique.

But Richard couldn't even exert the power of the first form, and if he wanted to achieve the level of Ares, he might have to become a god.

At the end of the duration of the 'Breath of the Underworld', the QQ Penguin opened the portal to the Underworld, and Richard will stay here forever if he never leaves.

Taking a deep look at the angel tied to the bronze pillar, he silently thought: "I will come again when I have the chance, you have a very close relationship with Ares, I have been blessed by him, and I should do something in return." ”

He said in a high-sounding manner, thinking in his heart: The light element here is extremely rich, and the eight-winged angel casually divides a trace of divine power, which will make my physical body advance to the peak of the fifth level. Living here for a long time, becoming a saint-level is within a snap of your fingers.

With a snort, Richard was swallowed by the black hole.

After a long whirlwind, he returned to a familiar place.

Small room, slightly wet floor, with a roll of toilet paper right in front of it...

He wept with joy, finally out of the gloomy underworld, and was able to lie down in the soft bed and sleep.

Looking down, Richard frowned, what about the +9 broad-bladed sword? This is a good thing, and it can be worth at least tens of thousands of gold coins.

At a glance, he froze.

On the wall, the short four words made Richard shiver.

- 'We'll see you at all!' ’

What do you mean? Who wrote it?

The door was open, and Richard rushed out anxiously, looking around.

It's gone, it's gone...

Beya was gone, and the window was open.

He stood there dejected, and said in a wooden voice, "Why do you want to leave? ”

"Bastard, what do you mean we'll see each other eventually!"

There were traces of Beya's sleep on the bed, and after this time of getting used to the little girl by his side, he suddenly felt that the room was too deserted.

As if something was missing in his heart, Richard sat in his chair in a daze.

After a long time, his dilated pupils recondensed, and he said firmly: "As long as you are still in the Canolan Continent, I will find you one day!" ”

The broad-bladed sword in Beya's hand somewhat reassured him.

Richard thought about it, but he couldn't think of the reason why the little girl left.

The last time he came back from the Warcraft Forest, didn't he make it clear that he wouldn't abandon Beya?

Thinking of the girl's tearful appearance at that time, is it pretending?

No way, there must be other reasons!

With a long sigh, he lay down on the bed in a daze, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Beya is not an object after all, she has her own ideas, let her be."

"Maybe when we meet again, I'll have grown into a big girl?"

"Hmph, it's best not to bully her during this time, otherwise, I'm going to try the power of this punch."

.......

The use of the body of the god of war caused damage to his body, and he was very tired.

After 12 o'clock, I received the monthly card privilege, and the QB balance changed from 2 to 5, just enough to buy a bottle of stamina potion.

After taking it, a warm current filled the limbs, and there was an illusion of taking a hot bath after a day's work.

On the wall hangs a magic clock, the hands of which point to four o'clock in Norling.

"I can sleep for an hour, I have to get up early and go to the Bekaa Comptoir."

Richard thought in a daze, falling into a deep sleep.

...

...

Outside the window, a faint white of the fish's belly gradually rose.

He woke up punctually, rubbed his eyes, put on his +7 enhanced magic robes, and walked out of Bison Academy onto the street.

At five o'clock in the morning, the street was deserted, except for a few breakfast vendors, pushing carts, standing on the side of the road.

Just a little hungry, he bought something to eat, and Richard got into a carriage and headed for the Bekaa Firm.

The Becca Comptoir is open all day, and as soon as you step inside, a refined waiter greeted you and asked with a smile, "What do you need, my lord?" ”

Richard got straight to the point and said, "I need a magic, intermediate strength." ”

The waiter's eyelids jumped, and he said cautiously: "My lord, although the mid-level strength is low-level magic, the price is very expensive..."

The implication is, can Richard afford it?

Although his +7 magic robe is worth thousands of gold coins, his appearance is so ordinary that it is difficult to reminiscent of a magic item.

Richard pondered for a while, then said succinctly, "Is Drew here?" Let him come to me. ”

This director-in-charge must know himself.

Whether it was the auction or the evaluation ceremony of the Beason Academy, Richard had already entered the eyes of the major nobles and was treated as a guest by them.

Even the owner of the Becca Comptoir, Darcher, threw an olive branch to him.

To put it bluntly, once Richard shows a willingness to join their forces, let alone the mid-level forces. It is estimated that high-level strength can also be given away for free.

The waiter's heart chuckled, this young man knew Drew? How dare you call him by his name!

A month ago, Drew was promoted from deacon to supervisor, vaguely meaning to become the second-in-command of the firm, and the waiter worked here for more than two years without having the opportunity to say a word to Drew.

Besides, it's five o'clock in the morning, and Master Drew is still in his dream, how dare he disturb?

This supervisor is extremely authoritative, and accidentally losing his job is the luckiest consequence.

The waiter wiped his sweat and asked tentatively, "My lord, I don't know your name?" ”

"Richard." He said.

Richard? I've never heard of this name.

The waiter scratched his ears and cheeks and thought about it, and for the sake of safety, he tried to maintain a respectful tone: "My lord, why don't I ask the captain of the trading house?" They can call the shots, too. ”

"Okay, no problem." Richard said casually, he just wanted to get the mid-level strength as soon as possible.

The waiter left in a hurry, and soon he returned, following behind a man.

The man's name is Red Roll, and he is a fifth-level warrior.

After he heard that the young man in front of him was going to buy mid-level power, he paid a lot of attention, and a smile bloomed on his rugged face, and he looked Richard up and down.

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