When the competition was going on as scheduled, there was an undercurrent surging in the imperial capital.

There has been news circulating on the black market for a long time, and someone has recently organized a large number of good hands to go to Yunting Mountain in the east to find treasures.

Although some people think that this is a rumor, the prices of various necessities on the black market have risen as many as three times in one day!

Countless hunters, black market thugs, and even ruffians roaming the streets and alleys want a piece of the fabled treasure land.

They weren't worried that someone would be one step ahead of them, because Yunting Mountain was a mountain blessed by magic.

As the name suggests, Unting Mountain is a mountain that is shrouded in white clouds all day long.

But it's not just white clouds that surround it.

There is an extremely vicious demonic beast in Yunting Mountain, the griffin.

The griffin is a lion and eagle hybrid, but much larger than either one.

They have extremely sharp claws, hard feathers, and even a small amount of wind and fire magic.

And that's not even the worst.

What really makes Yunting Mountain a forbidden place that no one dares to set foot in is the nature of their group dwelling.

You can never imagine what it feels like to see hundreds of griffons pounce on you, as if you have fallen into hell in an instant, surrounded by steel teeth and claws, tearing you apart in an instant!

Therefore, the legend of where there is treasure is still very credible, at least it is not a place where everyone goes.

And this time, the guy who organized the manpower heard that there was a way to go to it, and the credibility seemed to be very high, which made many people want to move.

There are many legends of a powerless and gifted commoner who obtained a rare treasure and then cultivated into a powerful knight or magician.

Their ability to resist jumping off a cliff is already the best manifestation of the empire's slight achievements in education, and it is estimated that such treasures in front of them are not taken in a place like the slums.

And everyone who signed up also got a lot of money to settle in, although most of them took the money and shrank into a tavern, and after spending a lot of wine, they ended up with a clean pocket and a face again. But they still couldn't resist signing their names on the power of attorney one after another.

"Name?"

"Cato. ”

"Why do you want to sign up for a treasure hunt in Yunting Mountain?"

"There's no money. ”

"Uh...... Good reason, pass!" the bearded man sitting behind the table shoved a piece of rough paper in front of him, and after he had signed his name, shouted loudly to the crowd that filled the entire tavern.

"Next!"

A white-haired old man with a withered face and a skinny body sat down tremblingly, and the thin waist, which might not be as thick as a bearded arm, seemed to be broken in the next second, and the bearded man was terrified.

"Last name...... Name?"

"Ahem...... Cover...... Ahem...... Mons...... cough cough cough ...... Tan, cough cough cough ......" The old man said three words but coughed four times, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.

"All right, Monstan. You...... Why do you want to join us?" the bearded man looked at the white-haired old man with a suspicious gaze, wondering if he wanted to admit the guy.

"I ...... Ahem!" The old man's face was flushed, and he pulled a few strands of sparse white hair off with one hand. I saw him open his mouth that was about to lose his teeth, and said tremblingly.

"I ...... When you were young...... I've always wanted to get out, ahem......, ahem, ahem, But it never materialized. Now I feel ...... If I don't go out again...... Maybe...... I'm getting old. ”

Munstan's lungs resemble a tattered bellows, and with that leaky mouth, it makes a sound like a cat's tail being stepped on, and people can't help but cover their ears.

"Okay...... Your conditions don't quite meet our standards...... But you're lucky to make it! ”

The bearded man handed the power of attorney to him, and there were already hundreds of names on it.

Mumstein trembled and signed his name, then took the two silver coins that the bearded man had given him, and left his chair.

"Next!"

A man in a cloak sat down in a chair in silence, and even in the dimly lit tavern, he did not remove the hat that covered his entire face.

"Name?" the bearded man had long been surprised. Many people wanted by the Empire are reluctant to reveal their faces easily, even in the black market, and they have to be careful not to be recognized. Because someone is sure to be interested in his bounty, and if they do, they might make a lot of extra money.

After all, no one thinks they have a lot of money, does they?

"Norton. A hoarse voice came from under the cloak, and when I heard it, I knew that I was deliberately suppressing my voice to speak. But the bearded man didn't care about that, he just wanted to recruit as many people as he could.

"Why did you choose to join us?"

"Because I like adventure, I like the feeling of wandering between life and death. The hoarse voice continued to come, making people a little uncomfortable.

But in this place, this kind of talent is the most difficult to mess with, so the bearded man also forgave him.

"Well, it looks like you're an aggressive lunatic. But we don't have people like you. Sign it!" the bearded man felt that he had done his employer's assignment perfectly, and on this day alone, he had recruited three hundred men.

The man in the cloak stretched out a bandaged hand, picked up a quill and signed his name on the power of attorney, then got up and left silently.

"Hey, your settling-in fee!" shouted the bearded man, only to find that the man in the cloak had not even looked back, but had walked straight into the crowd and disappeared.

"Strange things happen every year

, especially this year. The bearded man muttered as he slipped two silver coins into his pocket, which was much easier to earn than he would normally be when he was charged protection money.

"Next!"

......

Bang!

The teacup was thrown to the ground, making a splash of water and shards of ceramics.

If someone who knows the goods is here, they will find that the broken ceramic pieces are obviously from everyone's hands, and the blue blue and white is even more difficult for ordinary people to see.

If someone drops such a precious treasure from one of the masters, they will be kicked out of the house.

However, the officer, who was the owner of the teacup on the ground, did not make such a move as to drive away the guests, but silently put down the tea in his hand and ordered the soldiers under him to come with a new set.

"What are you going to eat!?, that man committed a crime right under your noses, but you waited for most of the day to find out!" Dictor roared, his face flushed uncharacteristically.

The officer looked apologetic.

"I'm sorry, but it was a dereliction of duty. We didn't expect him to be bold enough to enter the Sheriff's mansion and commit the crime, and it was still in the middle of the day. It is indeed our fault. "Instead of being outraged by Dictor gaffe, the officer examined his own dereliction of duty.

"You know? This time he killed five people! His strength will increase even further, and he will probably not commit another crime again in a short time!" Dictor was also carried away by anger. Obviously, there is a great opportunity to seize him, and the number of people deployed by the military headquarters in that area is definitely not less than thirty.

But he just killed someone without alerting anyone, and then slipped away quietly!

It's really hard to contain the anger that comes out of my heart.

Dictor took a few deep breaths, trying to suppress his anger. He told himself that going dark was a mistake that anyone could easily make, and he didn't expect him to kill again so close to the second scene.

It's a provocation!

"By the way, has that magic circle been researched for anything?" Dictor asked suddenly, a day had passed since he found it. What should have been discovered?

But what made him corpse palace is, the officer shook his head.

"We found people from the Imperial Capital's Summoners Association, and they could only judge that this was a blood sacrifice magic array. The object of the blood sacrifice is a creature from Hell. And the nearest recipient should not be more than twenty miles away. ”

"Twenty miles?" Dictor couldn't help but raise his voice, "The imperial capital is only ten miles away! you asked me to find a black mage within a radius of twenty miles?"

The officer's face also trembled, and he must have known that this was an almost impossible task.

"No, we must find him as soon as possible! I have a hunch that he is planning a great disaster!" Dictor said categorically.