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"Wasn't it supposed to be a reminder in the first place? Why is the system so messy this time? Barrett, who walked slowly towards the corpse, touched his chin, 'It's not like it's time for us to make a choice!' Is it true that there is not even a buffer time? ”

Barrett, who thought of this, immediately turned around and asked, "Guys?" Do you think the system reward for this mission will be directly received? Or is it accumulating to the next step? ”

"Anyway, after completing this mission of clearing the thieves' guild, will we be able to leave Port Volta immediately?" Claudia, who followed Barrett all the way. Auditore asked breathlessly.

The green mist and the dust in the sky made the image of the lady in front of him a few wolves. The rotten vegetable leaves stuck to the hair from nowhere make it even more comical to it.

"The previous promise was to leave before the war, and I don't know how this pre-war was defined. However, if I were the Viscount of the "Golden Thorn Bird", I would never release people at this time. Barrett, who shook his head, directly reached out and chose to accumulate to the next stage.

Claudia shook her head desperately, as if she wanted to shake off all the garbage in her hair. Auditore finally raised his head and said, "It seems that now we can only hope that the accumulated rewards are better than those settled separately." ”

"I guess it will!" Barrett, who didn't really believe in the conscience of the system, shook the strange knife in his hand. Then he skillfully pulled out a piece of flannel from his waist and rubbed it along the knife surface. After the blade was restored to shine as new, he pulled a sword flower in the air and re-sheathed it.

Barrett, who had stopped for a while, also took the time to observe his surroundings at this time. I really don't know if I don't look at it, and I'm shocked when I see it! This sudden attack just now directly caused the entire square of the administrative district to become a pot of porridge.

It's not just the wounded battalion that has lost its original purpose. At the same time, the refugee camp, which was at least 60 yards away from the wounded barracks, was also affected.

I have to say that the attacker's plan of action this time was very sophisticated. The explosion points near the wounded barracks were cleverly chosen, ensuring that the high temperature and shock wave damage were at the same time. It also uses the perennial sea breeze to spread the poisonous fog almost throughout the municipal district.

The panic in the wounded battalion was quickly quelled by the efforts of the junior officers. But the chaos in that camp was growing. The frightened paupers were like hornets that had been poked in their nests. It's like a headless fly scurrying around.

Cries, shouts, and screams are incessant. In the chaotic square, people fell to the ground in a constant push, and then could not stand up again under the trampling of the crowd.

What is even more unacceptable is that some members of the poor not only do not want to actively save themselves, but instead take this opportunity to take advantage of the fire to commit robbery. These guys, who were aroused by the chaos in their hearts, began to extend their evil hand to the orphans and widows around them.

"Damn! I'm going to teach them a lesson! After a few moves, Lalu, who couldn't stand it at once, bypassed the obstacles along the way, and then rushed towards the guys who were going to vent their feelings in a mess.

But what he didn't expect was that at the moment when he was about to leave the wounded barracks, a pair of big hands like a fan picked him up like this. The palm of the hand was like a pair of iron tongs firmly behind Lalu's waist. Just let his legs off the ground.

The cat boy hanging in mid-air had nowhere to borrow strength, and he immediately turned his head through gritted teeth as he struggled with his limbs out of thin air. That's when he heard Barrett's voice: "Don't get involved in that kind of thing. Our current identity is a mercenary under the command of Viscount "Golden Thorn Bird". It's better for us to avoid these things in front of us. lest those small-minded viscounts be cranky because of this. ”

"Barrett, how can you say such a thing!" Lalu stared at Barrett with the look I only knew you today. At the same time, a pair of fleshy claws are ready to leave a few marks on Barrett's body.

Barrett, who tilted his head and stared at the catboy, was very calm about this: "Why can't I say such things." In the chaotic environment ahead, what use is it if you rush in! Want to catch or stop the innermost criminals? Along the way, you may have to deal with the poor people who have lost their minds, and the end result will only be to injure more people by mistake. ”

After calming down, Lalu realized that his previous reckless actions might really bring some unnecessary trouble to his companions. But when he saw that kind of thing and did nothing, he felt very unwilling: "Do you just leave them alone?" ”

"Of course, it's not to leave them alone, but it's not like we're going to take care of it ourselves." Speaking of which, Barrett spun around before putting Lalu back down: "Let's solve the problem at hand first!" After the situation in the wounded barracks has stabilized, let them deal with the chaos in front of them. They're the enforcers, and we're just outsiders. At the same time, Lalu, don't forget what the source of the power of the jì warrior monk is. ”

Hearing this, Barrett remembered what he had forgotten about his previous behavior. In the special term of the warrior monk, it is called the heart has been chaotic, if it is allowed to develop, the catboy is on the road of the warrior monk's forward pace. I'm afraid it's going to end here.

After all, for a true martial artist, martial arts is much more than fighting in battle itself—it is a way of life. A spiritual knowledge, a spiritual realm. These artist-like fighters searched for a way to abandon the blade and unearth weapons from themselves that could break and kill all things.

They are the users of the ancient philosophy and the way of martial cultivation, through the spiritual penance and the sharpening of the **, they temper their bodies into battle array weapons - the path of the warrior monk is the path of the precepts, and those who are willing to bear this path will not only understand what their own body is, but also understand the way of their own destiny.

Once you deviate from this trajectory, the power conferred by the Orderly Force will be gone. Chaos has nothing to do with warrior monks, and only eternal order can bring progress.

"Alright! I'll just do what you say. Pulling on both feet, she immediately broke free from Barrett's restraints. He immediately ran back to the wounded barracks and got busy - helping to deal with the new wounded from the explosion just now.

I'm afraid I don't need the vigilantes. Look at the chaotic actions of the poor people in front of you. Barrett thought to himself.

Because he knew the poisonous fog that the attacker had mixed into the explosion. It's not meant to scare people. Although it did not have much impact on a person of Barrett's constitution, it was an almost irresistible test for those who were poor. Don't look at the way they are still alive and well, I'm afraid they won't have the strength to carry out such a riot after a while.

Of course, on the other hand, Barrett is actually not worried about the poisoning and death of such a large number of people in such a large area. After all, there are not many types of poisons that can kill people if inhaled directly, and the price of each one is high.

And what if the attackers used that toxin at any cost. The square in front of you is an open environment, and the attackers in this environment can inhale multiple doses of toxins! You must know that the green smoke that has gradually dissipated at this moment is very different from the stinky cloud technique composed of pure magic, and the death cloud technique.

I already had in mind that Barrett stopped paying attention to his surroundings. Instead, he focused on the assailant in front of him, who had died at his own hand.

The head that exploded like a watermelon was yes, and Barrett couldn't get a glimpse of the attacker's face. The plain black robe gives the impression that it is a second-hand item bought from some ready-to-wear shop in the slums, and does not exactly fit the user's body shape.

However, it is precisely because of this inconsistency that perhaps it is an important reason why the vigilantes in charge of patrolling near the wounded barracks ignore the attacker!

After all, this is a common occurrence among civilians and the poor. For those residents whose lifelong hope is to be able to eat and clothe warmly, it is a very luxurious thing to want to sew every piece of clothing to fit beautifully!

Barrett, who found no clues on the outside, began his favorite job of touching the corpse. After fumbling around the ribs, Barrett soon found a brick-like notebook in the arms of the corpse huddled around him. And when he took out the notebook. A golden ring slid to the ground with a "clanging" sound.

Barrett, who casually picked up the ring, noticed that it had a coat of arms similar to the Napoli pattern on it. At the same time, underneath the notebook, a black stone appeared, engraved with runes infused with silver material. The stone wasn't huge, and even Rielly could easily hold it on one hand. The long hexagonal gadget, which resembled a coffin, was not as cold as Barrett had imagined.

Immediately after that, Barrett turned his gaze to the not-so-thick notebook in his hand. With its metal cover, it should have been valued by its original owner in a sense - this specialized metal binding process is expensive, and even the best books in the library often do not enjoy such treatment.

But after seeing this appearance, Barrett can understand how bad the habits of the original owner were: traces of acid etching and small pieces of slag. It seems to tell what an exciting working environment this journal used to be. On the margins of the pages are equations, numbers, and chemical symbols—and the formulas are so dense that it's hard to see where the notes end. Where is the beginning of the formula.

"Feels like a research journal? And it's also an alchemist's research journal. I thought I could surprise Rielly! I didn't expect it to be useless in a short period of time. Shaking the book in his hand, which was as hard as a brick, Barrett said quite unwillingly.

Rieli, who was not far away, naturally heard Barrett's self-talk. She immediately stopped what she was busy doing, waved her left arm and asked, "Barrett, what kind of surprise do you want to give me?" ”

Waving the item in his hand, Barrett sighed at Rielly, "I found a nice note from the corpse, I thought it was a spell book. Who knew that even if you didn't turn the page, you could understand this thing, it was actually an alchemist's formula book. ”

"An alchemist's formulabook?" Riel Rico pushed the tool into Lalu's arms. Then he ran towards Barrett: "Barrett, wait a minute! Maybe you're mistaken. Let me see if it's a spell book! ”

'Get rid of it! I've seen a lot of this item when I tested it. How could you not know the difference between an alchemy formula book and a spell book! Unfortunately, for some reason. Barrett's thoughts could not be spoken.

And Riele, who came to Barrett's side in three steps and two steps. snatched the small book from Barrett's hand.

"Damn it! My eyes are polluted......" screamed, and Rieli's previous excitement vanished. She covered her eyes so that she couldn't see what kind of expression it was.

The alchemical research journal slipped from Rielly's hand, and Barrett, seeing that the situation was not good, immediately stretched out his empty hand and volleyed off this valuable and important information.

After all, for any alchemist, other people's notes are a very important resource. It's not just a few recipes, a few formulas. Reading this notebook will reveal the research ideas of others and the lessons of the mistakes they have made. This is a precious treasure for a true scholar.

Previously, when talking about alchemical potions, Barrett had briefly introduced the love-hate profession of alchemist to his companions.

According to the common saying on the mainland: whether it is in a smoky basement, the spilled smoke chokes on the north; Or in a well-respected magic academy. chatter and smile to do the real yàn; The alchemist is often seen as an unstable, unpredictable, and dangerous concoction as the alchemical products he blends.

Although some makers of alchemical items consider themselves merchants, offering knick-knacks such as smoke sticks or matches. But the real alchemists have a deeper need.

And when it comes to the list of formulas, we have to mention the alchemist's special way of casting spells - chemical synthesis and refining.

While unable to cast spells like those spell-casting classes, alchemists can rely on the potions they extract to tap into their magical potential and infuse their chemicals with lethal power. Rely on poison, explosions, and various types of self-transformation spells to show others his unforgettable skills.

This particular method of casting spells is called chemical refinery, and to put it bluntly, it is by mixing multiple alchemy products to store his spells, and then drinking potions to "cast" his spells.

Generally speaking, those alchemists can create three special magical artifacts - Synthesis and Alchemy, Alchemy Bomb, and Mutation Potions. Among them, the "alchemy bomb" is an explosive splash weapon. whereas

A "mutation potion" is a potion of alteration that alchemists can drink to boost their physical stats - though it usually affects mental stats, and must be used after careful decision.

The final chemical synthesis is the most variable of the three. In many ways. They appear to be like magic, but in the form of potions. As a result, they can even be affected by "disenchanting magic" and lose their effect, which is not good, as mentioned before, the finished product is different from potions, they have more powerful effects and magical effects, which ordinary potions can't do.

However, when an alchemist concocts a chemical refinery, he infuses the compounds and reagents with his own magical powers. This power makes the synthesis often only work on the alchemist himself. In addition, the amount of chemical refining agents that can be preserved at the same time is extremely limited.

And just as spell casting requires a spell book, most alchemists must have a list of formulas to determine which compounds they can make into potions. Therefore, although the alchemy research log in front of me is not useful to players for the time being, as long as you find the right buyer, you can also get a lot of income.

"It's really dangerous. If this alchemy research log is tainted, its value may be affected. Speaking of this, Barrett patted Rielly on the shoulder: "Don't be so downcast, today's loot is more than that notebook." Would you like to see what these things are worth? ”

As he spoke, Barrett handed over the ring and the black stone with runes in his hand. However, Rielly, who was still covering her eyes, waved her hand: "Let me rest." The conflict between the knowledge and the mage's system is too strict. The sparkling magical aura had burned my eyes. ”

"Alright! I'll wait until you're recovered. Barrett said as he pocketed the gadgets. Then he stretched out his hand and helped Rielly to sit directly on top of the corpse - after all, the surrounding environment was only this corpse that seemed relatively clean. After such a long adventurous career, Rielie has also developed a relatively strong immunity to this behavior.

It wasn't been ten minutes or so before Rielly's blinded eyes finally received some vague visual signals. After rubbing his eyes again, the mage stretched out his hands to Barrett: "Take the loot and take a look!" ”

Hearing this, Barrett immediately handed over the results of his freshly looted work. Rielly, who then turned on the detection magic, immediately threw the ring back: "This thing is not a magic item. Of course, if it's something that actively covers up your aura, please forgive me for not being able to identify it. For this kind of stuff, Barrett needs to find an expert to look at. ”

"Not a magic item?" Barrett, who had caught the ring, took it in his hand and carefully observed it back and forth. The Napoli coat of arms on the ring has many meanings, and according to the information Barrett has known, there is a continent where there is a coat of arms of a spellcaster organization with Napoli as the main body.

Within this organization, several variants of Napoli represent spellcasters of different ranks and responsibilities. However, Barrett has not seen a variant on this ring in the past. So in the absence of a comparison, it's hard for him to figure out what it means — but it's certain that the ring is some sort of identification.

But in this case, another problem arises. The so-called token of the caster's organization, this ring with the Napoli coat of arms cannot be a magical item - that is, it must have used a special technique to conceal the aura.

"I'd better take this thing back to Boreham's house and find someone to see it! Hopefully, it will bring good luck and not trouble. Barrett, who retracted the ring and hugged his waist, said helplessly.

Then Rielly, who was holding the black runestone, spoke again: "The runes on this seem to be dwarven style. And it seems to prove this as well. However, the magic response above is very weak, and it doesn't seem to work on its own. Maybe it's the magic array or the control stone of the spell props! It's just a waste. ”

"Useless stuff again?" Sighing, Barrett reached out and was about to retrieve it. But what I didn't expect was that Rieli actually flashed Barrett's palm and pocketed it: "I can't say it's completely useless." I might be able to learn more about dwarven runes. Until I'm done researching, leave it with me for now! ”

"Alright! Whatever you want. Barrett immediately said he had no opinion on this, and then he sighed: "Damn! How can this guy be so poor, and make so much noise, but he doesn't have anything decent on him. ”

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Barrett, I didn't expect you to miscalculate! Rielly, with her hands on her hips, looked proud. Then she directly stretched out her hand and pointed at the corpse and said, "The strength of the blue protective aura on this vest is not lower than the warrior monk's belt on Lalu's hand!" If I'm guessing correctly, this thing should be a stable dìng mutant vest! ”

Looking at the leather vest with some pockets, it was used to store some items needed for alchemy. Barrett really didn't expect it to be a magic item!

Seeing Barrett's deflated appearance, Rielly explained excitedly: "According to the system's prompts, the main function of this vest is to alleviate the side effects of the alchemist's mutant potion. Any alchemist wearing it who takes a mutation flask will not be affected by negative mental effects. ”

"In other words, that guy's nimble skills just now are the result of taking mutation drugs?" Hearing this, Barrett touched his chin thoughtfully - if you want to ride the wind dexterously, you need agile skills to complete the task. (To be continued......)