Roy walked into the hallway leading to the work area.

Unlike the bustling Combat Professionals Zone, which smells of sweat and is noisy, the Demon Pattern Zone is not only quiet and luxurious, but also shows traces of magic in every detail.

Not to mention the reception hall outside, the palatial Cheng dù even far exceeds the living room of the main building of the Borabel Lord Castle used to receive distinguished guests.

And this corridor in front of me is also amazing.

The floor of the corridor, like the hall, is also covered with a carpet of sheep with a beautiful pattern.

The shoes worth only three silver were stepped on and sunk into them softly, which made people involuntarily feel a sense of guilt that was almost ridiculous and extravagant as that of a noblewoman.

On the marble walls on both sides, there are beautiful oil paintings. The characters in the painting are all famous ancient and modern great masters and great masters.

Roy slowed down and looked over one by one.

Homer. A wizened old man. More than 2,000 years ago, he was born blind, but he had extraordinary perception, and with an epic defensive magic pattern on the wall of the holy city of Yelem, he was promoted to the great grandmaster of the magic pattern, and he was famous in the continent, and was respected as a divine craftsman by the Divine Craftsman Hall.

Shakespeare, a thin, aristocratic middle-aged man. Born more than 1,000 years ago, he was a great and prolific tattooist of his time. He is especially good at life magic patterns, whether it is a palace or a township market, you can see his works. Later, this qiē was destroyed by the demon invasion.

Leo Tolstoy, the wonder of the war type of magic pattern four hundred years ago, the great master.

Originally, he was just a small fourteenth-rank civil official, but since he discovered the guiding and amplifying effect of the magic pattern on the fighting spirit, he took the lead in creating the first pair of magic pattern armor and the first magic pattern weapon of mankind, which increased the combat effectiveness of the knight countless times.

It can be said that Tolstoy is the founder of the modern knightly world, and it was the combination of the knight's fighting spirit and the magic armor and magic force that began, and the knight really stepped into the center of the war stage.

At the same time, he was also an advocate of knightly excitation. Throughout his life, he warned his knights that the sword was not used to wage war, but to defend peace.

Looking at them one by one, Roy has a feeling of experiencing a time tunnel.

The invasion of demons is a huge fault line in human magical civilization. The inheritance of magic has become more and more diminished. These world-famous great masters of the past have now only left their names. And their works have long been submerged in the overwhelming influx of demons.

The current land of salvation is not only a barren place of the environment, but also a wasteland of magic.

Looking at the paintings, Roy walked to the end of the hallway. An enveloped by a magical light curtain, and two bronze guard sculptures holding giant axes appeared in front of the light curtain.

Roy swept the oval mercenary nameplate in his hand towards a red circle in the center of the two sculptures. The two sculptures opened their blue eyes and stepped aside with heavy steps. At the same time, a calming magical light curtain swirls in the flowing multicolored light, revealing an éndòn.

Walking through the magic light curtain, Roy suddenly found himself in a small garden.

The length and width of the garden are only about ten steps away, and it is small and exquisite. The surrounding courtyard walls are covered with green ivy and beautiful ornamental plants in the flower beds.

Look up, it's a blue sky. Looking out into the garden, you can see the vast sea, the swaying seabirds, and the white sails beside the distant islands.

Mobilizing his senses, Roy immediately found that five meters above the sky above him, he could feel the dome of the round arch, and outside the surrounding courtyard walls, there were also walls. Obviously, he was still in the mission hall, and the qiē in front of him was just an illusion presented by the magic light curtain.

Sizzle. The little hillbilly gasped.

Although I knew that the mission hall was a behemoth with a lot of money. But he never thought that a small mission hall in Medin City would be able to have this kind of magic cover that isolated the space, teleportation and transformation environment in a short distance. The studio alone costs a lot of money every day.

Of course, this has the advantage of completely guaranteeing absolute silence and privacy in the working environment of the Magician. At least no one will be able to enter this room until the studio time he applied for expires, or until his nameplate leaves the area.

Besides, this is not a plain use, if you fail to complete the task, the Magician needs to pay. If the task is completed, it will be deducted directly from the commission.

Walking into a white hut in front of him, Roy caught his first sight of a large workbench in the middle of the room.

The entire workbench is made of metal, which is silvery-white, flat and smooth. It is surrounded by thin magic patterns carved into it. These magic patterns are like a map of stars in the sky, driven by a few small magic stones, emitting a soft and bright light.

Working on such a workbench is a pleasure in itself.

Next to the workbench was a trolley full of demonic tools and ink. Next to the car are bookshelves, on which are some books and materials for the magician to consult. Inside, there is a set of soft and comfortable palace sofas. The coffee table in front of the sofa was already full of exciting snacks. There was also a pot of coffee and a pot of tea.

"Wow" Malt flew out with a cheer and walked around the room. For this eldest lady who has been hungry for food since childhood, such a room and such a life have not been lived for a long time.

Oliver, on the other hand, pounced directly in front of the coffee table, grabbed a piece of snack and began to devour it, while eating, he was still lying on the sheep carpet to have fun.

"I've never seen the world," Roy scoffed at the two of them, and walked straight to the workbench.

He gently stroked the workbench with his hand, feeling the smoothness of his palm. Then, he reached out and opened a small green circle floating on the left side of the workbench.

As the circle opened, a small green vine timidly popped up in the void, unfurled a curled leaf, and stretched upwards in a spiral.

As more and more green filaments are added, the vines become thicker and taller. With a rotation upward, a few verdant leaves unfolded, and after a few moments, as countless verdant leaves unfolded, the small circle had turned into a spiral-shaped tree.

Roy knew that this was the task tree. Every leaf on the tree is a task marked with requirements and rewards. The lower the level of the task, the lower the task tree, and the higher the level of the task, the higher the level.

At the top of the quest tree, Roy found a level 4 Magic Pattern quest.

The task is to draw a fourth-level [Ice Crystal Flower] magic pattern for a keel grinding bottle, and the reward for the task has reached a terrifying 10,000 gold Lulang.

Ten thousand is just a tripolar magic pattern mission. Just to carve a vase

Roy couldn't help but be a little stunned.

Although he had known that the Demon Pattern Master was a money-burning business, and he also knew that the ink consumed by this fourth-level Demon Pattern, as well as the high requirements for the Demon Pattern Master himself, 10,000 Jin Lu Lang was nothing, but it was still difficult for him to equate the price of a Demon Pattern used for preservation and aesthetics with the price of a medium-sized manor.

His ** Roy cursed in his heart and rubbed his hands fiercely

Looking at the mission tree in front of him, he seemed to clearly see the gap between himself and those enemies who were high above, and he also clearly touched the great world that was high above.

And the Magic Pattern of Life is the key to unlocking this path by yourself

Because he is still a zero-level mercenary, Roy is not qualified to remove more than one level of tasks from the task tree. He can only start at the bottom of the quest tree.

Browsing through one at random, Roy saw that it read: "Client: Mr. Aris, the three-pole blacksmith." Painted Artifact: Furnace Wind Plate. Level: Level 1. Remuneration: 65 gold lulang. Mission hall points, one point. ”

This task made Roy very kind.

He remembered that Tom's blacksmith shop had a wind board that cost nearly one-third of their family fortune. With a fan plate that can replenish the furnace with air at any time, the furnace can get a high temperature and can do some forging work that no one else can do.

Although the pay was not high, Roy quickly plucked the leaf.

No one knows the life of an ordinary civilian better than he does. Sixty-five Jin Lu Lang alone may have been most of the savings of this three-pole blacksmith. If he has a good hand in blacksmithing, but suffers from not having a good furnace to take on the well-paid work, it is really cruel to him.

As soon as the mission leaves were removed, the central surface of the workbench suddenly cracked. Moments later, a pitch-black stone slab appeared in front of Roy.

"Celestial Meteorite. Roy picked up the slate and looked at it, and immediately recognized it.

This kind of stone, which can hold back lava, is a cheap and suitable material for most blacksmiths to use in furnaces. It's just that when it comes to portable and sturdy xìn, it's not as good as some expensive heat-resistant metals.

Roy sat down at the workbench, took out the magic pen, chose a bottle of first-class magic ink, and thought carefully.

Because he is also a blacksmith himself, he knows nothing more about the blacksmith's mind. Any blacksmith wants his wind to be strong, long-lasting, and consume less mana.

When ordinary magic pattern artists draw wind plates, they will choose a first-level wind magic pattern of [Wind Supply Technique].

The total number of magic lines of this magic pattern is one hundred and nine. When completed, the wind turbine can transport the equivalent of a category 4 wind. Although it was not enough for a furnace, a funnel-like tool that focused the wind was enough for a blacksmith to craft weapons below the three poles.

Roy wouldn't be foolish enough to make a first-class wind board. What he wants to do is a magic pattern taken from the body of the three-pole demonic beast [Piercing Cloud Swallow].

Piercing Yunyan is a kind of magical beast that can be seen everywhere on the Salvation Continent. Although it was rated as a tripolar. But there was no attack. Just fly extremely high. After being captured, it is a more reliable messenger than the Falcon Plus.

The super flying ability of the Cloud Piercing Swallow stems from the innate wind ** magic pattern in their body. As long as the skill is activated, it can maintain a flight speed ten times faster than the arrows fired by the strongbow for about ten minutes. Birds of prey can't catch up with it at all. The wind is strong and persistent. It can be used for wind turbines.

The important thing is that there are only twelve life magic patterns that pierce Yunyan.

Taking out the magic pen and mobilizing his senses, Roy only took less than five minutes to draw a complete cloud-piercing swallow pattern on the stone slab of the Heavenly Meteorite.

However, he didn't stop writing, but spent a minute drawing more than a hundred stripes on the magic pattern of the cloud swallow.

Of course, these so-called magic patterns painted in the back do not need to mobilize perception, nor do they need to consume excites divine power. The only use is to hide the Piercing Swallow Pattern in it.

This is something that Roy had already designed in a desperate situation. Each pattern, while not affecting the life pattern in it, combines some paradoxical things in magic pattern. Coupled with the cover of the two glowing magic patterns, it was impossible for anyone to see the mystery.

If someone deliberately looks at it, the only end is to see the eyes glaze and vomit blood.

After mentioning the request for the completion of the task, Roy turned his head to look at the task tree and began the second task without hesitation.

The room was quiet, and the black-haired boy was already immersed in his work. As the minutes ticked by, leaf after leaf was plucked. One quest item after another appears on the crafting table through the teleporter under the crafting table. It was painted with a magic pattern and sent to the quest completion area.

The light in the dome of the hall of the Demon Pattern Zone is bright and soft.

But looking at the mercenary nameplate in Shirley's hand, Ling Xuan felt chills all over her body. She can only grit her teeth stubbornly, and she can control herself from losing her mind.

The world has always been unfair, and it has never been.

Ling Xuan is beautiful and her ability is not bad, this is God's preference for her. On the other hand, this qiē is not as good as Shirley's uncle in the fourth-level supervisor position in front of him.

This is the sorrow of many people's depressed lives. Ability and Hua can never seem to compare to a crony.

Just like Ling Xuan now, no matter how long she has been operating in the Warcraft Zone, how much effort she has used, and how much effort she has spent. In the end, it's just a wedding dress made for her.

This was true when he was excluded from the Warcraft area, and now he is excluded from the Demon Pattern area.

"You" Ling Xuan raised her head and stared at Shirley's hateful face, her eyes slightly red.

"Don't, don't cry here during working hours, it's unlucky. Shirley said disgustedly: "Didn't I just play with you, what's there to be angry about." The heart is so small. ”

"Shirley, you're too much" Ling Xuan took a deep breath and said word by word.

"Am I excessive?" The innocence and smile on Shirley's face suddenly disappeared, and she said coldly: "This world is compared to strength, in terms of seniority and ability, I am much stronger than you." Don't think that if you're pretty, you can form a gang and use small means. ”

Ling Xuan looked at Shirley angrily.

In his work in the mission hall, he has never formed a gang. On the contrary, Shirley has always been keen on these, and from beginning to end, she is targeting herself. This kind of bullying for no reason, this kind of blood spewing people, makes people angry.

"Okay, don't pretend to be so aggrieved and innocent," Shirley sneered, hooking the corners of her mouth: "If you still want to work here, I'll be against others." Otherwise, I have a way to clean you up. ”

As she spoke, she raised her eyebrows slightly: "However, if you want to continue to fight against me, I am also welcome." Just like now, I have to thank you for your hard work, and according to the performance, after three days, I should be promoted to the head of the three poles. You have a lot of credit for this. ”

Seeing Ling Xuan's face pale, Shirley felt more and more a sense of revenge in her heart, and continued: "By the way, you have been busy for so long, I thought I should introduce you to our venerable Three-Pole Demon Pattern Master, Mr. Blanco. ”

She turned around and exclaimed, "Honey, I'll introduce you." ”

Blanco, the demon tattoo master who was chatting with Justin, raised his head when he heard the sound, looked at Justin and smiled, and walked to Shirley's side with a hint of pampering and helplessness on his arrogant face.

Shirley stuck out her tongue at him, grabbed his arm, and said to Ling Xuan, "This is Mr. Blanco. This time I came to clear the snow, and my uncle asked him. ”

As she spoke, she looked up at Blanco and smiled, complaining, "I've begged him for a long time." ”

How did Blanco not know the contradiction between Shirley and Ling Xuan, he shook his head with a smile, glanced at Ling Xuan, and said to Shirley, "Am I not here?"

Shirley frowned at him, made a cute grimace, and said coquettishly: "Okay, you have to help me finish the task before I can leave, otherwise, I won't let you go."

When it comes to not letting you go, a hint of charm flashes in Shirley's eyebrows, which only Blanco can see.

Blanco is twenty-eight years old this year, and he was originally a magic student in the second training camp, but because his magic power has not been able to break through the magic barrier of the awakened mage, he has become a magic pattern master.

Because I knew Justin before, and then I met Shirley. And has some kind of relationship with Shirley, so when Justin asks him to come and clear the snow, he doesn't hesitate to say yes.

While this would please Shirley, it would not be entirely without benefits for himself. After all, although the points and rewards for snow clearing are small, they are not nothing. It's just a matter of spending some more time on the excitation. It's time to come to Medin City and spend a fragrant holiday.

Seeing Shirley's eyes, Blanco remembered her coquettish demeanor on Huán, and her heart fluttered. I made up my mind to show my strength in front of her.

At this moment, suddenly, the task circle in the hall suddenly lit up, and immediately, a copper bell hanging on the wooden frame next to the circle rang.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time and saw that on the light curtain of the rotating task bar, a first-level magic pattern task had already shown a completed state. The nameplate of the finisher identifies as a lone wolf.

Shirley and Justin and the others didn't care about it.

However, for Ling Xuan, it was extraordinary. Only she knew that the zero-level mercenary who had stupidly broken into the Demon Pattern Zone had only been in for less than ten minutes.

How is it possible to complete a task in ten minutes?

Walking to the side of the magic circle, Ling Xuan frowned tightly, activated the magic circle, and called up the finished work of the lone wolf to take a look, and his face suddenly changed.

After working in the Demon Pattern Zone for so long, she knows most of them well. But she had never seen such a wind plate magic pattern.

What is it?

"Hey, someone has done the job. With a hint of pride, Blanco looked at Ling Xuan and said to Shirley as if he had a moment's time, "If someone completes the task in three days, I won't be able to help you." ”

Shirley was very satisfied with Blanco's knowledge, and covered her mouth and laughed, her laughter was as crisp as a wind chime: "Except for you, who in Medin City has the ability to complete more than two hundred tasks? And it's all simple and well-paid. ”

The two sang together, perhaps seeing that Ling Xuan's expression was a little wrong, Shirley also leaned over and tried to check the first-level work that had just been completed.

Ling Xuan quickly hugged the slate in her hand into her arms and said unceremoniously, "I'm sorry, Miss Shirley." According to the rules, if you want to hā hand work, you have to wait until three days later. Now, please leave. ”

"Hmph, what's the big deal?" Shirley, who only glanced at the magic pattern, turned around unwillingly, and when he saw his uncle Justin, his eyes rolled, and he said loudly: "What is the painting on that stone slab just now, can such a work be given to our customers?"

"What's going on?" Justin strode over, with a stern expression, and took the slate from Ling Xuan's hand without saying a word.

As soon as they saw the lines on the stone slab, Justin and Shirley were stunned.

"Mr. Blanco, come and see this. Justin waved at Blanco.

Blanco took the slate in Justin's hand and looked at it, and immediately smiled dumbly, "What is this?"

Justin looked at the quest requirements on the array and turned around, "This is the work of one of the magicians inside. Wind plates for blacksmiths' furnaces. ”

"It can't be," Blanco flatly denied. He was very familiar with the first-level wind plate magic pattern. The slate in his hand is definitely not a magic pattern for the wind board.

Ling Xuan's heart suddenly felt cold.

As soon as she saw Justin and Shirley's snickering appearances, she knew that it wouldn't be long before her superiors would receive a report of her mismanagement and the cost of valuable resources for some abusive people to mess around.

At this time, several other staff members in the special area who heard the bell also came over. A staff member saw that Ling Xuan's face was pale, and said cautiously: "Whether it is a wind board or not, you will know by testing." ”

"Do you still need to test this?" Blanco said lightly, "Although I am only a small three-pole magic pattern master, I can still distinguish this kind of first-level magic pattern." Of course, if the respected Demon Pattern Master inside is a Demon Pattern Grandmaster, then it is not necessarily. ”

For a while, everyone's eyes were focused on Ling Xuan's body.

Although several staff members who were familiar with the inside story were very upset about Ling Xuan, however, people had to bow their heads under the eaves, and no one wanted to offend Shirley at this time.

You must know that since the outbreak of the war, a large number of refugees have poured in from the city of Medin every day, and it is simply difficult to find a stable job, especially a job in the mission hall. No one wants to get into trouble at this time. If there is no such salary, then the whole family will go hungry.

Ling Xuan calmed down, and said in her heart, it's a big deal that she quits her job.

"I'm sorry, sir, please give me back the windsurf. Ling Xuan stretched out her hand to Blanco.

Since the day after tomorrow, let's just do your own thing. The other party is proud or disdainful. The only counterattack you can make is to ignore it. Do what you have to do.

"Nonsense" Blanco concluded, and Justin scolded, "Since Mr. Louis has said that this is not a magic pattern at all, what else is it to test?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Justin. ”

Ling Xuan said as she checked the magic pattern in her hand according to the process.

"I only follow the task process, and it is not up to you to decide whether the task taker has completed the work or not. Not to mention a three-pole demon pattern master, even if a magic god comes, he has no right to disrupt the workflow of the mission hall. ”

"Hmph," Blanco snorted coldly.

"Ignore her, Dead Eye"

Shirley took Blanco's hand, her plump and soft puff gently rubbing his arm.

"She can do whatever she likes. It has nothing to do with us anyway. ”

While chatting, the three of them watched lightly as Ling Xuan placed a magic stone used for testing in the energy line of the stone slab.

Generally speaking, the works painted by the Magician are only half-finished. After the painting is successful, there will be a special craftsman to carve according to the pattern or use a certain metal to make a relief according to the line.

If this is not successful, the ink will be washed off with a special yà water.

Therefore, in the Demon Pattern Zone, although the mission items are valuable, everyone is very relieved. Unlike the blacksmith area, if a good material is scrapped, it will really cost money. Quest items here, after being washed off the ink, will return to the process, waiting for someone to complete it.

Ling Xuan placed the stone slab on the wind test bench, and in everyone's eyes, activated the magic stone.

A cyan light flowed along the magic pattern, and suddenly, a huge pattern composed of countless glowing lines gradually floated, and the entire stone slab was shrouded in bright white light, and it was impossible to see clearly. A moment later, a violent gust of wind blew up with the infusion of magical power.

There was a hint of surprise on Ling Xuan's pale face, and a hint of surprise surged up.

Hula, everyone gathered around, and looked at the Heavenly Meteorite Wind Plate with a mere sixty-five Jin Lulang in return, and asked for a first-level magic pattern.