During a meal, two people ate especially badly, Itina's heart was in a mess, entangled in the hearts of the girl who liked it or not, and whether she was emotional or not, while Alger on the other side was quietly looking at everyone, including the black dragon who seemed to only eat, and was silent.

At the dinner table, there was only the loud sound of the owl "snoring" eating, and the incomprehensible and whimsical chatting between Lulu and Ashley, and the conversation of Bruder asking Lilith if she wanted to try some of this and that dish.

'It seems that this girl can be the breakthrough point', Alger looked at Itina, who was in a daze while munching on a piece of lamb, and smiled with satisfaction.

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On the other hand, there are also people who don't know how to eat, but he doesn't have something on his mind.

The food on the table of the Shattered Guild is also very rich, and the Gaeland Empire also entertains these oracles who are willing to serve the Gaeland Empire with the standard of ordinary nobles' meals.

"Delicious!! We've never eaten such a rich meal, haven't we, sister, eat more hahaha," Gina said, rudely plucking a turkey leg and munching on it, while picking up a bowl of hot soup and drinking it "gurgling" and making a sound that did not match the noble meal.

She was only a little girl of eight or nine years old, and no matter what, no one present would be angry with a child, but her sister Nona was very sorry and had to pour water for everyone in turn.

She held a carved jar made of clear glass in her hand and poured water for others, but everyone had two cups on the table, two different glasses, one was a milky white liquid, and the other was a pure, clear and colorless water.

"Nona, don't pour water, I'll just do it myself", Vero said politely, picking up the kettle and pouring himself a glass, then drank the milky liquid completely, feeling a little dry in his throat.

This is a magic potion specially configured by the Gaeland Empire, saying that it is used to stabilize and improve its own source energy, in fact, everyone knows what it is, but they just keep their mouths shut.

This is a magic potion that removes negative influences. After signing the agreement to come to the Destruction Guild to work for the Gaeland Empire's resistance, each member who came here was forced to take a powerful command pill, and if they did not drink a special magic potion every day to relieve the negative effects, they would gradually lose their source power, until they blocked the source of magic recognized by the Vision on their own, and degenerated into people who were no different from civilians, and even more had other effects, such as death in severe cases, and paralysis in mild cases.

The visitor indifferently took the kettle that Vero had put down on the table and poured himself a magic potion.

'Yes, I just swallowed a pill from Emperor Silides, how can I do it if I don't drink it?', he silently drank the milky white liquid in the cup, whether it was poison or antidote, at present he had no hope for his life, anyway, sooner or later he would die, and it would be in anyone's hands.

"Ah, don't you really need to?" The gentle Nona walked slowly over with a carved glass jar, and the light blue nun's robe made people look like a spring breeze, as if they could be healed.

But it didn't mean anything to the newcomer, and he shook his head silently.

After the meal, it was natural to explain the mission, and in the past few days, I was going to Collam Town to investigate, and it was said that the Blood Oath Organization existed on a hill in Collum Town, and the personnel sent by Destruction were going to infiltrate the location of the Blood Oath Organization, and then assassinate the members of it.

This mission will be carried out by Vero the Wind God, Nona the Water God, Tightrope the Mask of Steel, and Witton the Thunder God.

Knowing his mission, the tightrope just said "um", and then continued to fiddle with his source steadily.

He is a strange man in the eyes of the other members of the Destruction, a monster who is only interested in the mission, no, not a monster, at least he has the appearance of a human and is covered with armor and other protection, he is not a human either, but a ruthless machine born for war, made of dragon bones by the primordial god, made of stainless steel, and then infused with the blood of demons to make it conscious, and then sealed by the Campbell royal family for many years, before Sillides did not obtain the power of the devil, the "Mask of Steel" and the blood of the Campbell royal family were a contract, The duty is to protect the people of the Campbell royal family.

Vero, who has always been positive, frowned and said after seeing the mission travel list this time: "Huh? What can I do? ”

"What's wrong?"

The considerate Nona came over, obviously she was closer to the girl Vero of the same age, after all, there was only her in the Destruction Guild at present, and her sister Gina drank Vero three of the same sex, she asked, "Vero, is there anything I can help you with?" ”

Wei Luo pointed to his bandaged foot and said apologetically: "The mission a few days ago has reached my feet, and it is estimated that I will have to cultivate for a few days, which will cause you trouble, this mission ...... I may not be able to go, what should I do......"

Anyway, Vero's voice became smaller and smaller, everyone knew that this was the work of licking blood on the tip of the knife, one was not careful, it was estimated that the small life would be taken, obviously please ask someone else to replace you, it is a little difficult to do.

"Ah, that's it...... Why don't I get it treated? Nona looked at it and felt a little embarrassed, "This is the source force damage caused by the divine envoy, I can only treat the normal damage caused by ordinary weapons and fists." ”

"Sister, I'll go with you", Gina's childish voice interrupted Nona's words, she licked the lollipop with an inviting expression, as if this was not going on a mission, but to play in another town.

Nona interrupted her without hesitation, sister, you really don't know what life and death are, our sisters must have one to live! "No, we can't go together, it's my father's last wish."

So what to do, the task is to require four people.

"I, Dai, you."

The words were word-by-word, and the voice was very low, but it surprised the people present, the newcomer took the initiative to ask for war? Is there such a strong talent in the Destruction Guild?

Seeing that the crisis was solved, the big stone in Nona's heart finally let go, she clasped her hands in front of her chest, looked at the new man gratefully, and asked, "Excuse me, your name?" ”

"Ice Gun, Grea."

Four simple words, but it made everyone gasp, isn't this the No. 1 adjutant general of the Gaeland Imperial Resistance Army? The legendary Ice Spear, which has the origin of the Ancient Primordial Weapon, swept millions of troops on the battlefield and directly helped the Gaeland Empire to unify the four major tribes and thus establish a political power!

Unexpectedly, he looks only a few years older than me, and he is really a powerful character...... The oracle who can use the source of the ancient primordial weapon should be a high-level oracle, right? He looks young, like he has taken a preservative,' Witton thought to himself.

"High, high-level oracle? General Grea", Vero was still worried at first whether this would bring a little pressure to the ruined newcomer, but after hearing that the other party was a once famous general, he asked cautiously.

"Nope."

It's still such a simple sentence.

"Huh? Why? Can I use an ice gun in that case? Wei Luo asked, such a taciturn old uncle seemed to be more attractive to her, Wei Dun next to him glanced at Wei Luo, thinking that women are really easy to indulge in beauty, isn't Lao Tzu handsome, and I will save you.

Witton stared at Grea with some displeasure to see what he could say!

"Its operation is not the source force, but the life force."

This sentence surprised everyone again, it turned out that in the Teyvat Continent, there was a divine envoy who did not use his own source power to drive the source, but actually the life force! This means that every time he uses the source, his life will gradually decrease, and this is irreversible, so what is the lifespan of this person?

Nobody knows.

'It looks a few years older than me, but it's actually ......' Witton conjured up the image of a hundred-year-old monster in his mind, and secretly said to himself.

The troubles of life come from four aspects, inevitable death, the loneliness in the depths of our hearts, the free life we pursue, and the opponent that we can't surpass no matter how hard we try.