"I thought a high-ranking lich like you wouldn't bother with the threat of the steppe elves." Standing in the middle of the street, smoking a cigarette in his hand, Donald sighed at the lich in front of him.

"Even if I am a legend, I must have a minimum of respect for the steppe elves and their masters, or destruction and death will be the most pressing problem I will face." Ayers took the tobacco handed over by Donald, he also lit it for himself, and then took a puff, and sighed in the smoke: "Good thing, it reminds me of when I was still alive, when I was young, and when I watched the noble lords smoke this, I would naively think that maybe this time they will leave me a cigarette butt." ”

"I didn't expect you to be down." Donald was a little surprised by this—in his memory, the lich had always been the representative of the noble and cold world, and he had never seen a lich like this in all his years.

"A lich is born in two ways, one is the ember reborn from the bones, losing everything that came before and only instincts; There is also a kind of people like me who choose to be a lich when they are alive...... That's why I miss the tastes of this creature, the food, the women, even if it is another thousand years, I think it will be my favorite. ”

"Envy you, in our world, there are very few people with mage talents, and in order to become a transcendent like a mage, some people will even drink potions for this." Donald lamented that because he was a man with no talent for magic, he could only be a shadow assassin in the end, he had fallen, but in the end he regained himself, but the time he served Chaos still caused him indelible damage.

"Potions, I've heard, this is not a specialty of your Abild world, but to be honest, the development of your potions there is still too backward, my friend, drinking potions to become a mage, this is no different from taking poison to commit suicide, this kind of artificially generated mages can only use potions to obtain spiritual energy and rely on various spell casting materials to communicate with the void, if you are unlucky and encounter any chaos, who eats who is a very real problem." Ayers took a puff of his cigarette as he spoke, then looked at Donald: "I feel that the old thing cares a little too much about that little cub in your world, so out of the kindness of a frequent diner, I personally suggest that you stay away from that little cub in the future, I am a person from the past, I know these square ears better than you, they are usually harmless to those who do not stop them from practicing the good way, but if you become a stone that must be removed, then you are dead." ”

"Thanks, I see."

"It's funny that you're the first person to say thank you to me after I became a lich...... Alright, little brother, I'll go first. The lich said as he turned and walked off into the distance.

"Goodbye."

"yes, goodbye, I hope to see you in the store next time."

Watching the man leave, Donald smoked the last bit of tobacco, then turned and walked into the store, the old man was still there, and he sat down at the table: "I have some information about the kid named Marin, I don't know if you want to know." ”

"Why not." The old man who was drinking tea put down the cup in his hand, and he looked at Donald: "I'm a person who likes to exchange prices, what do you want to know." ”

"I wonder what you gave Ayres to make him work for you so desperately."

"Then you say first, how."

"Of course." Donald cleared his throat, then looked at the old man: "Someone wants to kill Marin, it is a few young nobles from the royal capital of the Abild world, the Sidney union, I can provide the name of the organizer, he has accomplices, but I don't know how many." ”

"Very interesting information, an exchange agreement was reached." The old hunter took another sip of tea, then uttered the answer to the question Donald wanted to know: "Lich demigod crystals of the neutral faction." ”

Damn, you old thing poisoned in sugar!

Donald rolled his eyes - Ayers looks like a lich from the chaotic neutral camp, and if you let him get this thing, it seems like a shortcut to the demigods, but in order to fit this crystal, Ayers can only switch his own camp, or else there is only a dead end.

The old hunter seemed to sense the little secret in Donald's heart, and he looked at Donald with a smile: "Mr. Donald, I believe you are a tight-lipped person, right? ”

"Of course, don't worry." Although we are friends, what else can Donald do in this situation, naturally he can only give priority to saving his own life.

"But don't worry, Mr. Ayers is obsessed with the joy of gaining power, but I believe he is not the kind of low-level lich who simply wants to gain power, and if he slowly absorbs the power in the crystal, he will not be affected by this power."

Donald was a little surprised by the old hunter's explanation, and he looked at the old hunter, "Aren't you worried that if he is strong, it may be against you. ”

"I've got more crystals here." The old man took out a bag and untied it, through which Donald saw a lot of white crystals.

"Young man, for the sake of your willingness to share your secrets, I have a bottle of potion here, it can solve the chaotic energy in your body, although it will cause your strength to decrease, but you can no longer fear the divine spiritual energy, how about it, are you willing to take such a risk." The old hunter took another emerald green vial from his pocket, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Donald.

Looking at the bottle of potion, Donald felt that the cells in his body were roaring wildly, trying to keep himself away from the potion, but Donald finally reached out, grabbed the potion, put it directly in his mouth, and then directly bit the bottle.

Donald laughed as he was burned by the divine energy.

It's a potion made from the acorns of the World Tree, and it's great.

Never thought of ...... There will be a day when I will be saved.

Praise be to the gods!

………………

Yesterday he spent a day in the royal capital with Logan and his cousin Cohen, and Marlin had to admit that the earl's son did go to great lengths to stall for time, but considering that he spent his money and Logan had a good time, Marin had no reason not to cooperate with them.

Therefore, at the end of the day's trip, Marin said that he would accompany his girl to the competition venue to watch their training battle the next day, and when he couldn't play with the two of them, Marin found that he was about to cry.

Of course, you must be crying with joy for your wallet, what a poor child, a pathetic existence without financial freedom.

With this thought, Marin entered this huge arena - this is the largest building in the Sidney Union, it can accommodate at least 32,000 people, and there are a lot of stones on the exterior buildings, which looks like a product of this era, but when he came in, Marin found that the wooden floor of the corridor was a pure metal floor, which should have changed the appearance of the place after the renovation, and after letting Fio and Lorraine contact the floor, Marin found that this should be an ancient building of the First Age according to their feedback, There is also an underground level, but it seems to be enclosed.

Come to think of it, these 32,000 people are almost one-tenth of the population of the royal capital.

The Harvest Goddess Church and the Night Goddess Church were doing practice matches on the east and west sides of the field today, and some members of the Mage Tower, who were responsible for maintaining order, saw Marin coming over and came to interrogate, and after Marin took out the coaching staff membership card of the Harvest Goddess Church, he also specially asked the local bishop of the Harvest Goddess Church, and after repeatedly confirming Marin's identity, he motioned for him to go to the east - members of the coaching staff are not allowed to go to other churches to watch the game.

So Marin came to the east and found that the senior apprentices were now on the field, the senior group composed of the seventh and eighth grades was playing hotly on the stage, and the cubs below were watching happily, and Marin was sitting on the chair of the coaching staff and fell asleep.

The stage was full of guys he didn't know, Marin felt that he had nothing to do, he thought that he was sleeping like this, maybe some people would not be able to see it, but until the dozen or so regional groups in the senior class were finished, no one came to trouble Marin, and these guys still pointed at Marin from time to time.

Perhaps because of the relatively good information transmission within the church, Marin was not able to wait for the hero who slayed the dragon in the end, so he could only cheer up and prepare to start waiting for the middle class group - Jessica was in this group.

Then a young man dressed in the Night Goddess Church robe walked over: "I saw you just yawned, right?" ”

"Yes, aren't you the church robe of the Night Goddess Church, how can you come here." Marin looked at this guy with some confusion.

"I'm from the senior apprentice group, and your senior competition has just ended, so I can come over, I want to tell you, you are not qualified to be a coach with such an attitude, you are really a shameful thing, are you here to brush up on qualifications." The young man looked at Marin with a look of disgust: "I'm going to fight a duel with a waste like you!" ”

With that, he lost his gloves.

Marin caught the gloves and he glanced at Mentor Emmett Selke, who smiled and nodded.

So Marin took another look at the coaches of the Night Goddess Church, and found that these guys were smiling a little happily, as if it was not a big deal to see the excitement.

So Marin stood up, moved his muscles for a moment, and then looked at the boy: "How are we going to fight." ”

"Empty-handed, I'm a warrior monk!" After saying that, he tore off his robe, revealing the strong muscles that only bodybuilding champions have.

Marin nodded, because he was wearing a very simple shirt, Marin didn't need to tear his clothes, he just took off his coat, and then signaled that this one could attack.

The warrior monk didn't say a word, and turned around and whipped his leg and hit Marin on the head.

Marin didn't dodge, but just used his right hand to hold his whip leg, and when his calf was twisted and deformed due to improper force, Marin pushed with both hands, and the boy flew directly over the middle line and landed in front of the coaching staff.

Then Marin sat down again.

Remember, adults don't have to be like children.