Olwees smiled and said, "Manaslu Peak, the Weeping Heart of the Winged Witch." ”

"Oh?", Lucia poked Olves' shoulder, even with a playful smile still so sunny, "When did Enid of Thunder and Fire start planning to do the "Nemosini's Mist Armor" with "Weeping Heart" as the core in the alien defense ---world, didn't you threaten to develop the art of destruction to the extreme?"

Orves's face couldn't help but turn red, it was still when she came to this world eleven years ago, that is, when this body met them at the age of eleven, perhaps burning with youthful enthusiasm, with the persistence and fantasy of the magic in her previous life, she made a high-pitched speech in the adventurer's hall, and gave Lucia the fire elf hat that the teacher gave her for self-defense.

This near-demigod hat is home to a large number of fire elemental spirits, which can protect the wearer from undetected attacks from the shadows, and the number of times it can protect itself depends on the intensity of the attack received, despite this, this hat has saved Lucia's life more than once.

Olves coughed, hiding the embarrassment of her face.

"Nemosini's Mist Armor" is not so much an armor as a growing permanent magic, and it falls under the category of body magic, which comes from the chapter on forbidden magic in the teacher's notebook, and she believes that not many people in the world know about it.

The term "alien self-defense world" is too professional, Lucia is obviously a swordsman, but she knows it really clearly, and her profound knowledge always surprises her, but since the team was just formed, even if they are very curious, everyone has not asked about the past and true identity of the other people in the team.

"Why did Enid make armor?", Tien asked, smiling uncontrollably.

"Well, she was beaten, as far as I know, she was beaten three times after we separated, and it was quite miserable. He gloated to himself, as a member of the Dark Thieves Association, he didn't know how many people he had in the dark channel, if anyone might know the identities of everyone in the team at the same time, it must be him.

A crackling roar and thunder sounded again with a strong light, and everyone tacitly ignored the string of terrible screams.

Marcas's knuckles tapped rhythmically against the back of his chair and he muttered with some nostalgia, "Manaslu Peak?" It's a mysterious ocean of treasure, but with the strength of our squad, it's still a bit dangerous to get the Weeping Heart. ”

Olves smiled and said, "Why else would I be gathering everyone here? I want to temporarily recruit two members of our team, a Avant-garde and a priest. ”

"Oh no!, new member!", Lucia raised her hand in surprise and ordered a glass of cherry brandy, "Olvis, have you chosen one in mind? I can finally say goodbye to the days of being in close contact with monsters all the time!"

"If only the Avant-garde were a paladin, I heard that the paladin's special glorious armor combined with their "Voice of God" martial arts is immune to most of the world's magical and physical attacks, and is known as the "Moving Fortress". ”

Olwes couldn't help but think of Alfred, and there was a little loneliness in her eyes, he was originally the person whom Olwes could trust to introduce to her partner, but now she could only shake her head.

"Hmm.." Lucia's eyes flashed, she took a sip of wine, and said, "It doesn't matter much, there is still half a month before the tide of demonic beasts passes, and it is best to enter the mountain, so we can go to find it slowly." ”

"That being said. Tjeon, struggling to get up from the ground, sighed, "If only two people were good to get along with." ”

His underlying meaning was well understood, and it was a real challenge for everyone to let two strangers merge suddenly, to entrust their backs unsuspectingly, and to carry out every coordinated attack that risked their lives. Trust is a product of time.

However, Olweiss's proposal could not be delayed, and as the prey and enemies of the crowd grew stronger, Lucia could no longer play the role of swordsman and avant-garde at the same time.

As for why Orves knew how to heal and called the priest, everyone sighed and glanced at her, Forget it, what else can we ask of "Enid of Thunder and Fire" who pursues the ultimate destruction magic?

Olweiss's face darkened, how she didn't know what everyone thought, but she couldn't be blamed for this, the old priest who had been eating and drinking in her house for half a year, the old god stick really only taught her this trick. This trick is really bells and whistles, she studied it with anticrisy for half a year, and when she released it, it was no different from ordinary healing techniques, and when she looked back, the old god stick had already run away.

This kind of mess, Olwes can only break her teeth and swallow it in her stomach.

The group paid a Caesar's gold coin to rent the venue, put together several long tables, and after hanging messages on the adventurer's quest board to recruit avant-garde and priests, they also erected wooden signs with the same content in front of the large tables they had put together.

Yulai, Marcus, Tyne, and Lucia coaxed Olweis out in case it was all impure people who came to accept the recruitment, and then they sat down behind the table like interviewers.

Olwes was inexplicably thrown out, rubbing her aching buttocks at the entrance of the guild, and "snorted", since they had volunteered to take on the great task of finding new members, she could also take advantage of this moment to take a good look at Canberra, the capital of the Duchy of Laura.

This is a peaceful city, although it is not as prosperous as the god capital, but it is also very lively, although there have been some dark currents recently, but it still does not particularly affect the different scenery of the city.

Compared to the Ottoman Empire, which is close to the far north, the Duchy of Laura is close to the life path in the center of the human realm, so with this world's largest trade route, there is a cultural spark of various races colliding.

There are many innkeepers in the side streets, who take advantage of the sun to dry their bedding, the aroma of food cooking can be heard from the rhythmic forging of weapons by dwarves, and the half-bloods with the face of a kraken can also fill the shelves of the stalls with fresh vegetables and fruits delivered every day, and they have never been able to cope with the various bargaining methods of human guests.

Ignoring the astonished glances as she walked along the bustling road, believing that no reckless person would dare to act rashly under the shock of her wand, she carefully looked at the map and walked towards the Eye of Ram, the largest library in Canberra.

The road blindness that spanned two worlds at her, and the complex layout of the city made her even more dizzy, and Olwes couldn't help but sigh and finally gave up walking around the city like a headless fly.

Maybe you should ask a local, Olwes thought to herself.

It just so happened that several stout men in cloth clothes were chasing a ragged child on the road in front of him, who was scurrying up and down the alleys and the stalls with bread in his mouth.

Olweis watched with some envy as he ran back and forth through the complex complex, sweating profusely as the adults who were much faster than him, if it weren't for the fact that the men were not fools and knew to chase them separately, the child would have gotten rid of them a long time ago.

However, when the child ran around an alley corner, he was finally grabbed by the shoulder by a man and fell to the ground, and then several other people also arrived and beat the child fat. However, the child gritted his teeth in the face of punches and kicks, and did not scream, but shrunk up on the ground, waiting for them to leave after they finished breathing.

Olwes had something more important for him to do, and a few silver coins landed on the ground with an alluring sheen, and the sound of "ping-pong" sounded crisply, quickly attracting their attention, "Take it, I want that child." ”

The men looked at each other with a little embarrassment on their faces, and it was clear that their actions had not been considered bullying by outsiders once or twice.

The men sighed and walked forward to remind the beautiful goddess-like girl, "Don't be deceived by her, kind little girl, pay attention to her ominous eyes." ”

"Eyes?", Orves muttered as she suddenly met the little girl's cold red eyes, and she was taken aback, and suddenly realized that it was not, even the pure-bloods of the Bloodline did not have such a bewitching appearance, especially when they were young.

Olvis's gaze finally rested on the little girl's pair of vertical pupils, and she couldn't help but suffocate, and the conjecture in her heart was confirmed, ah, she was a half-breed from the abyss, a child of the devil!