Although the bartender was greatly shocked by the familiar face and the well-known name, as an intelligence merchant on the black market, he quickly regained his composure, and at the same time he was thinking.

Sisconnor is still alive, which is big news and should be worth a lot of gold.

But the Sith didn't know its cautious mood, and said coldly.

"Now...... Can you make a trade?"

"Of course!" replied the bartender.

In the face of such a legend, he did not dare to slack off in the slightest. You must know that before he disappeared, his strength had already reached the level of six stars.

And he disappeared in a natural disaster-level disaster, and now he has returned safely, and there is no lifelong damage, so his strength is likely to break through.

The powerhouse of the Seven Stars!

The bartender had only seen this level of existence a few times so far, and each time it had brought him a great shock.

That kind of power can't be considered a human anymore, even if it is not an exaggeration to call it a demigod!

It's just that the Sith has no intention of showing his strength, which makes the bartender both disappointed and happy.

This small place can't withstand the toss of a seven-star powerhouse.

"So, what news do you want to sell?" asked the bartender cautiously. He really couldn't figure out why a strong man of this strength would come to a place like his own to sell news.

Generally, only those who are at the bottom, who have eaten the last meal but not the next meal, and want to sell for money when they get a little bit of news that they don't know if it's useful, will come here.

I'm here to try my luck for that little hope.

But apparently the Sith is not that kind of person, so his news must be extremely valuable!

Sith's hoarse voice rang out in the room.

"I think you can spread the word that the people of the imperial capital, whether they are poor people in the slums or those high nobles, know about it?"

Faced with the Sith's question, the bartender immediately patted his chest and said.

"Of course it's no problem, although I'm not very strong, but I'm very familiar with various channels, and spreading the news is the easiest thing!"

The bartender was relieved to hear that the Sith was just trying to get some news on himself.

"Okay, here's the deposit. Sith put a bag of gold coins on the table, and the bartender felt his little heart pounding just by looking at the bulging bag, almost popping out!

"So...... What kind of message do you want me to deliver?" asked the bartender cautiously. Seeing so many gold coins at once, he couldn't help but feel a little dry, and the originally simple things seemed to become complicated.

Sith stared into his eyes and said word by word.

"I want you to inform everyone in the Imperial Capital, the one in the east of the Imperial Capital City

On Yunting Mountain, there is a huge treasure that has been stolen by someone. There are very precious treasures there, but there are also terrifying monsters. Now it has escaped the seal inside the treasure and has hidden in the imperial capital. If you want to destroy it, be sure to go to the deepest part of the maze and find its weak points. Otherwise, it will be immortal and indestructible, and no one will be able to kill it!"

After saying this, the Sith left, leaving the bartender standing at the table in a daze, remembering what the Sith had just said.

"Treasure...... Monster ...... Yunting Mountain!"

The bartender chewed on what the Sith had said over and over again, and suddenly had an extremely ridiculous idea.

The Sith wanted everyone to gather on that Cloud Ting Mountain!

The bartender quickly shuddered and banished the terrible thought from his mind.

Now he has more important things to do, and how to spread the word quickly is a technical job.

......

Cizer was sitting on the couch in his hotel room, perusing the booklet that recorded the information of the various contestants, they were supposed to go to the competition today, but they were told that the competition was postponed for a day this morning, so they were all a little idle today.

Bang!

Diablo slammed the bathroom door shut, his face filled with anger and an abnormal redness.

And there was still a little bit of foam left on his face that had not been washed, which he wiped off directly with his hands, but it was still an abnormal red.

"What the hell is going on!?" said Diablo, who was probably heard by the entire floor.

Cizer glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze, knowing that it was because Auston had secretly replaced his soap and added a little "spice" to the new soap he had prepared.

Well, it's actually a little chili.

It's just that Auston wants the best in everything, and this habit has become a pathology......

Well, actually, he did it on purpose.

So this chili pepper......

It also looks very good.

Diablo's eyes were red and he wanted to find the culprit and vent it, and at this time his tears couldn't stop flowing down the corners of his eyes, but it wasn't because of some bullshit or brotherhood.

It's spicy!

It wasn't the first time Auston had done something like this, but it was definitely the most excessive.

Diablo stared to find Auston and "discuss" what had happened this morning, but he was nowhere to be found.

In fact, Auston had already "presciently" gone to a party, and poor Diablo had nowhere to vent his anger at this time, so he could only sit on the sofa angrily.

At this moment Monet came over with a plate of bread, first gave a piece to Cizer, and then took the rest

One piece was handed to Diablo, and finally one was picked up by himself.

"Cizer, do you have any plans for today?" Monet asked, eating wheat bread. Because there is no game today, none of them can pass the time by watching the game.

"Auston doesn't know where he died, Susan seems to have gone to visit her former teacher, and it's just the three of us, what can we do?" Diablo took a bite of the bread in his hand, as if he were angry with someone, and it was solved in three or two clicks.

At this time, his eyes were red, like an angry bull, ready to burst out and hurt people at any moment.

"Why don't we go to the Holy Dragon Academy?" the teacher also gave me time to visit a friend of his, and say hello to him. Cizer thought about it and said, he has been busy with the game in the past few days, and he has really delayed this matter.

"Okay! Let's go! I feel moldy now!" Diablo raised his hands in approval, he really didn't want to spend a moment of this kind of idle life.

Monet also nodded, and then went back to the bedroom to get something to go out, while Cizer was thinking, what was the name of his teacher's friend?

Buck?

Nairo?

Skonado?

Cezel suddenly felt that there seemed to be some kind of hole in the memory that he had always prided himself to remember, why couldn't he remember?

......

The Holy Dragon Academy, a room full of mystery.

Huge prismatic crystals stood in the center of the room, against the ceiling, and the crystals were surrounded by strange patterns that even those who were knowledgeable in alchemy might not recognize what they did.

There was only one person in the room at this time, an old man in a brown robe.

It's just that compared to the neatness of this room, the old man's dirty knotted hair, something spilled on his long beard solidified, and his brown magic robe was also speckled, as if he could smell all kinds of smells at a glance.

At this moment, the crystal in the center suddenly lit up.

The brown-robed magician, who was flipping through a magic book, jerked his head and glanced inside the empty crystal.

"Oh, looks like there's going to be a guest today. ”

He got up slowly, sluggish like an old clockwork machine.

He closed the book, put it back on the shelf, and then took out a bag of coffee beans from the cabinet next to him, carefully and slowly grinded it, brewed it, and then sat quietly behind his desk.

It's like waiting for a visitor.

However, no one informed him that he was coming today, and there was no letter from a friend telling him that he would come to see him in the near future.

He sat quietly, leaning back in a wooden chair, his eyes tightly closed, as if he were dreaming of his own.