One of the four main cities of Tallinn, a city dominated by magic.

Magicians are a very powerful profession and at the same time a very money-burning profession. Ordinary magicians want to practice the basic subjects include mental power, magic power, element control, etc., after mastering the basics, if you want to release magic, you can feel it yourself, but this efficiency and success rate is very low, easy to take detours, the fastest way is to use a special magic book to learn, of course, it is better to have a teacher to guide, which undoubtedly makes the success rate of magic learning higher.

The Mage Tower is a residence for magicians to study and practice magic, and it is also a unique building for the magicians of the third floor of Hell, and it is not seen anywhere else in the third floor of Hell.

The Mage Tower can be used to store items such as magic books, scrolls, or magic items, and it is also a base for resisting and evading strong enemies, and the location, structure, and elemental characteristics are quite particular.

A good mage tower can not only make a magician's cultivation twice as effective with half the effort, but also play a key role in turning the tide of battle when fighting.

Tallinn City concentrates the most powerful magician camp on the three layers of hell, and the scale of the mage tower is no longer a single existence, but a planned collective "array", collectively known as mage Tallinn.

Due to the alliance between Tallinn City and the elves, a considerable number of the magicians in Argorda are resident elves, and the entire city is also known as the "City of Mages".

The elves are a race of magic. There aren't too many magic items in Grimm, and in Tallinn, traces of magical civilization can be seen everywhere.

Huge balloon-like magic ships fly in the sky, patrolling the city back and forth; Almost every shop has a magic golem that provides simple services, and even the wheels on the carriage have a special magical driving force......

Tallinn City - Ghetto

It's a concentration camp of chaos, squalor and crime, the only place in Tallinn where there are no laws.

There is a bar in the slum, the only one in the area, and a grocery store where you can buy anything. That's where most of the haughty mage mercenaries go.

The name of this bar at the beginning of the world.

The bar is dimly lit, the tables and chairs are old, and the walls are full of weapons and graffiti, which has a strange beauty.

The bar counter is made of steel plates and rivets, and it looks like a tough guy of the era.

The smell of alcohol, tobacco and sweat was in the air, and the pungent smell of perfume emanated from several women with heavy makeup, which was disgusting to smell.

Behind the bar sat a young man, slender and slender, with a somewhat morbidly pale complexion.

The young man was wearing a shabby jacket and trousers, three strange white boxes hung on the right side of the trousers, a creature with red scales on his right hand, a blood-red glow on the back of his hand, a strange silver gauntlet on his left hand, and a faint blood-red glow from his right eye under the black and white hair. His face was beautiful, and he was excessively young, and at first glance he looked a little shy but kind to the boy next door.

He sat behind the bar, slowly wiping a blue-and-white M95 Barrett in his hand.

No one would have thought that this big young boy would be the owner of this bar and grocery store just by his appearance. He's afraid, no, he must not have reached the age of eighteen.

At this moment, the half-covered door of the bar was pushed open, and a group of mercenaries who had just entered the city poured in. As soon as they entered, the bar was quiet for a moment, and many people watched with wariness.

In the wasteland, mercenaries don't have a good reputation, they have many nicknames, including madman, scavenger, mad dog, and so on.

The mercenaries are always on the verge of life and death, they have no integrity to speak of, and they can do anything. Many mercenaries have their own circles and secret ways of communication, and if outsiders approach this group rashly, it is very likely that they will not know how to die.

Where there are mercenaries, there will be trouble. In hell, the word trouble often means that a group of people will lose their lives, otherwise how can they be embarrassed to call it trouble?

This was not the first time the mercenaries had come to the world, they found a table and sat down, and they alouded the name of their favorite liquor. The young man behind the bar put Barrett down and turned to take a few bottles from the wine rack and expertly concocted them.

The stainless steel bartender fluttered up and down between his long white fingers, as if it had a soul of its own.

At that moment, a scavenger with a huge scar on his face came up, leaned heavily on the bar, and said in a thick nasal voice, "I heard that you have a kind of wine called the beginning of purgatory here!" Bring me a big glass! ”

The young man did not move, but said, "A thousand gold coins." ”

"Wow!" The mercenary exclaimed, "My ears didn't hear it right?" 1,000 gold coins!! Am I drinking the blood of a virgin? Well, now that I'm here, I'll have to try it and see if your wine is as good as you say! Boy, I don't have gold coins, but you can use this to pay the bill, as long as you dare to take it! ”

With a snap, the scavenger pulled out an M500 and slapped it on the bar.

The M500 is already filled with bullets and ready to shoot. The handle of the gun was covered with a thick iron sheet, and it was stained with blackened blood, as well as other dirt that could not be told whether it was brain pulp or bone marrow. This heavy M500 is obviously not only capable of bombardment, but the handle of the gun is also a powerful murder weapon, and it may be used more often.

The bar fell silent for a moment, and many eyes were focused on the mercenaries and the young man.

The young man had already mixed the wine, slowly finished dividing the glasses, then put his hands on the bar, glanced at the M500, and said lightly: "For the sake of your dinner guy, I can calculate that it is worth six hundred gold coins." Are you sure you want to use it to offset your bill? ”

The mercenary's eyes twitched, and he leaned forward slowly, approaching the young man, until the tips of their noses were about to touch, and then he said, "What if I don't pay the bill?" ”

The young man did not move at all, and said in a calm voice, "Then I will blast your head." ”

The mercenary stared at the young man's eyes, and in those black and red eyes, there was no fluctuation in them, like two bottomless deep lakes. The mercenary looked down at the young man's hand again. It was an unusually clean pair of hands, no calluses at all, and the skin was incredibly delicate, and there was no sign of doing rough work or cultivating at all.

The young man's hand was on the bar, an awkward position, a little far from anywhere, and even Barrett, who was under the bar, seemed too late to take it.

The corners of the mercenary's eyes kept beating, and for some reason the chill in his heart became thicker and thicker, and the sweat suddenly rolled down. This is the instinctive feeling of the wild dogs that survive in the wilderness about danger.

The mercenary suddenly laughed a few times, put the M500 away, then took out a few gold coins and put them on the bar, pushed them in front of the young man, and said, "Hehe, I'm just kidding!" Just kidding! That's all for me, you can give me whatever you want, as long as it can get me drunk! ”

Suddenly there was a resurgence in the bar, and many of the drinkers sighed regretfully, feeling that they had not seen a good show.

The strongest and fierce Bucktooth Six among the mercenaries laughed and said, "Scar Feng, I said a long time ago that you want to find trouble with your virtue?!" ”

"yes, it's a newcomer."

"Damn, this guy is pretty smart! It's a pity that it didn't see it as a good show. It's been a long time since there have been fatalities here, alas! ”

"Oh, the guys who dare to make trouble in front of Mo are all dead, right?"

The drinkers were talking. Since there was nothing good to see, their conversation quickly turned to women and bragging about their abilities.

Leng Aotian behind the bar still had a calm face, put away Scar Feng's few coppers, and then mixed a large glass of spirits, along with the previous concoctions, with a ridiculously large plate, and sent it to the mercenary's table.

Behind the bar, Leng Aotian remained motionless, sitting like a statue, and he didn't know whether he was in a daze or in contemplation. It's his signature move, and when he's not required to work, a thousand nights become part of the bar.

Suddenly, the only bell in the bar rang, and Leng Aotian looked up at the bell.

"It's been five years."

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