John followed Azvar down the stairs, passing a room with a large number of people, mostly young people.

These young people are wrestling, practicing fighting, practicing fists to the flesh, really ruthless.

Azval glanced back at John, "Do you remember the good memories?" ”

John's predecessor was also practiced like this back then, practicing with his life, but now after the crossing, he has a systematic possession, and he no longer needs these to improve his strength, just touch the corpse and squeeze the experience that the other party has already practiced.

Some things don't necessarily make it to the top if you work hard, and the ugly duckling can become a swan because its parents are originally swans, and it has things that ordinary ducks don't have.

The system is John's ultimate barrier, with it, he can enjoy the harmonious life of the capital plane with peace of mind and harmony.

John continued to walk after Ezvar, and there were more ballerinas dancing hard in front of him, and they had to work several times harder than ordinary people to step into high life.

Azval provided them with a platform, just like John's predecessor back then, the stage was given to him, and how to play it was all up to him.

Now, Azval is offering John one last platform to touch the ethereal Council of Elders.

She led John into a room, then ripped off the necklace of the cross and said to him, "I have already accepted the tickets, please follow Aldrich to the door in front, where your journey to hell will begin." ”

Although John didn't understand the meaning of Azvar's words, she had decided to help, so as long as she did what she wanted, she would definitely be able to find the elder.

……

For the next few days, John's itinerary was arranged by Aldrich, following him first by car, then by boat, then by plane, then by car, then by boat......

Day and night are reversed, and jet lag goes back and forth.

Often it's still daytime here, and it's already night there.

Seventy-two hours later, John's fishing boat disembarked at a pier.

Aldrich: "Mr. Wick, your journey is over, good luck and goodbye." ”

"Wait a minute," John called out to him as he was about to turn and get on the boat, "what does that mean?" ”

The docks were full of men and women in white turbans, much like the Arab country, which had traveled almost halfway around the world in seventy-two hours, and John still didn't know where he was.

It's a bit irresponsible for this guy to just throw himself here and leave it alone.

Aldrich looked back, "Mr. Wick, what Miss Ezwal has revealed is clear. I'm sure that with your intellect, it should not be difficult to guess her intentions. ”

John shrugged, "Okay, thanks. ”

You can't let people hold a spoon and feed it to their mouths when eating, and you still have to do it yourself where you should do it.

Aldrich gave a courtesy, turned and got into the fishing boat, and walked away first.

John walked into the town, and there were more people in the town, almost next to each other, just like when he was in the market in the previous days.

Fish, fruits, vegetables, clothes, and all kinds of souvenirs are available, and even those who openly sell weeds, and they are given extra cigarette guns.

It's just doing all kinds of things, as long as you can get money.

The whole town is in a sick state of prosperity.

It also shows once again that capital is always supreme in this plane.

All people in this plane are working hard for money, at all costs.

Therefore, it only took a few dollars for John to inquire about the situation in this place.

This is Western Sahara, with the sea on one side, Morocco on the other, and the Sahara Desert on the other.

"Since Azval asked Aldrich to bring me here, the Elder's whereabouts must have something to do with this place. I don't know if there is a branch of the InterContinental Hotel here...... The hotel branch is responsible for gathering local intelligence, and the management of the branch may have information about the Elder Council...... It would be better for me to ask the adjudicator about the hotel. ”

John walked into a mutton restaurant, ordered a whole sheep and a pot of goat's milk, and while eating and drinking, he took out a satellite phone to contact the beggar king Bao Weirui.

John: "Bowery, we're going to bother the dear adjudicator again, and I've given you the task of asking for the address of the Intercontinental Hotel near West Sahara in West Africa, and the management there...... Also, gentleman, don't always be rude to women, and don't let her take a break until I come back. ”

I'm still waiting to reap the experience, and if I get burped by that old bastard, I don't have a little to lose.

A wild laugh rang out on the phone: "Old man, I'm a civilized man, and although I'm a beggar and a stinky beggar, I'm also learning to fit in with high society...... Don't worry, your baby will be fine...... You must be tired from the long journey, find a place to sleep, and when you wake up, what you want is already at your bedside. ”

hung up the phone, John thought about it, there was himself in the front, and Bao Weirui in the back, there was nothing to worry about.

So he ate half a sheep with an open heart, drank a pot of milk, and paid more than 100 US dollars, and then found a hotel and fell asleep.

It was only in the evening that John got up satisfied, refreshed, and back to his peak.

He reached for his bedside phone, and sure enough, he saw an unread text message inside.

Click on.

Casablanca, Morocco, has a branch office of the InterContinental Hotel, managed by Kaye Sofia.

"Kaye Sophia? It's a familiar name...... Wait a minute...... The name behind the blood pact badge that Winston gave me seems to be her......"

John took out his badge, and the English name engraved on the back was none other than Kay· Sofia。

"I didn't think she was in management...... My predecessor has been beating soy sauce for 30 years, and I'm 50 years old, and I still can't get anything......"

John shook his head as he clutched his badge.

Sophia, a woman, saved her life by chance many years ago, and the blood contract badge was also signed at that time.

Everyone is a peer, and eating this bowl of rice is already dangerous, and one more friend and one more way can be done.

Unexpectedly, many years later, this blood pact badge would also have a time to use it.

"Since the management of the local hotel is Sophia, things are easy to do......"

John put away the blood pact badge again, ate and drank enough, slept a hundred times more energetically, and it was time to run errands.

John got out of the hotel, and for twenty dollars he managed to hire a camel cart, which was pulled by the camel, and rushed to Casablanca before it was dark.

The dust climate here is more serious, and if the distance is not very far, ordinary scooters are not as stable and efficient as camel carts.