(3rd Update)

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Master Franklin was relieved to see that Ge Wei did not ask. What he didn't say was that his student Sunderland was the chief mage of the Goliath court, and that he and the court mage were completely different concepts. The reason why he concealed this detail was that he didn't want to cause trouble for his students, and secondly, even if Ge Wei didn't explain it along the way, he vaguely realized that what they were going to do this time was probably related to the Principality of Goliath. I'm afraid that his outstanding disciple will also be implicated.

In a few moments, old John in the window trembled and respectfully handed over the finished paperwork. The gaze that looked at Ge Wei also became very awe-inspiring.

Franklin's cautious attitude towards Govey was seen by Old John. Although he had never seen the true face of the Archmage of Sunderland, and he didn't know if the old man who deliberately covered his face with his hood was a Sunderland mage, but the magic mark on the document could not be faked.

The arrogance of a magician has always been colorless to the aristocratic royal family, let alone a powerful magician like the eighth level. What kind of honorable status would a character who could make a dignified eighth-level great magician treat so carefully?

Old John didn't dare to think about it, and he couldn't think of it.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, my career as a mercenary for so many years was in vain, and it was really a long insight to witness such a person today.

Ignoring the awe-inspiring and adoring gaze of Old John in the window, Ge Wei said "thank you" lightly, and then turned around and led everyone out of the mercenary hall.

Walking out of the mercenary guild, Ge Wei first sent Frandi to the horse shop to fight the front station. Bluefin rode with him all the way, but Bluefin didn't mind, and he was happy to see it. But angry and reluctant. The powerful vitality of the bluefin made the nightmare warhorse angry and uneasy. kept sending thoughts to Ge Wei. So Ge Wei planned to buy a horse for Bluefin, and it would be more convenient for the two to ride it separately.

Come to the horse shop. Frandi had already led the owner of the horse shop to wait for Ge Dawei.

"Boss, how do you sell this horse?" Ge Wei quickly fell in love with a batch of jujube red horses from the rows of divine horses. This is a good horse with a pure bloodline that you can tell at a glance, and there is not a single stray hair on its bright body. Let Ge Wei can't help but sound Lu Bu's mount.

The shopkeeper, dressed as a groom, stretched out five fingers, and at the end he extended the little finger of his other hand. "5 gold, 50 silver. ”

Without Ge Wei's eyes, Frandi had already paid the bill. Ge Wei nodded secretly, this product is getting more and more interesting.

In the sad eyes of the jujube red horse, Ge Wei promulgated its new name.

"From now on, you will be called Chitu!" Ge Wei patted the horse's back with satisfaction.

"Hey, that's for me, what does this horse have to do with rabbits?" Bluefin wondered at the inexplicable name.

"Hmm. That is to say, this horse runs as fast as a rabbit! Its fur is red, so it is called a red rabbit!" Ge Wei said casually: "If its fur is pure white, it is called a jade rabbit, and you see that horse is pure white." If the coat color is black, it has to be called an African rabbit. ”

"What if it's a hairy horse?" asked Bluefin.

"The hairy ones are called illegitimate rabbits. Ge Wei thought for a while and said.

"And what if you don't have hair?" said Bluefin, and pointed to a few bad horses in the pen next to him, as if they were sick, and they were bald and shallow. Live like an undead zombie horse.

Ge Wei looked at the horses, and then at the anger. Don't grow hair? That has to be called a rogue rabbit, Ge Weixin said. The side snorted angrily and resentfully.

"I'll tell you a joke. Ge Wei pushed Bluefin's butt and helped her onto the horse, and by the way, he secretly cooled her. Let the blue fin hold the reins, and Ge Wei led the anger to open the way below. Ge Wei said as he walked:

A bear was defecating in the woods, and a rabbit came by, and he asked the rabbit, "Is it shed?" The rabbit thought for a moment and said, "No shedding!" The bear took a drag on his cigarette and asked, "Is it shedding?" The rabbit looked at the bear and said, "Don't shed your hair!" The bear looked at the rabbit with suspicion and asked, "Really don't shed hair?" The rabbit roared impatiently: "If you don't shed hair, you don't lose hair!!" Before he could finish speaking, the bear grabbed the rabbit and said, "I'm sorry, I forgot to bring the paper." ”

"Hehehe......" Bluefin laughed and immediately leaned back and forth. Bright laughter spread throughout the street.

A quarter of an hour later, the group arrived at the hotel. After a tiring day and a night's journey, tonight I will rest in the city first. The hotel was made in advance by Frande. I chose the most exclusive hotel in the city of Telvisburg.

Ge Wei raised his head and looked at the handwriting above the door of the store, only to see the name of the store engraved: Bear Slaughter Hotel.

As soon as he entered the door, a wave of heat rushed towards him, and everyone in the store stopped talking, and their eyes were all on Ge Wei and his party at the door.

Ge Wei walked straight in, followed by the others. Ge Wei saw a huge bear head specimen hanging at the door at a glance, and then saw the clerk warmly welcome him: "A few distinguished guests, welcome! The guest room is ready, please come with me." ”

Ge Wei casually raised his hand to signal, and Bluefin, Frandi, Ares, Franklin, Mai, and two high-level mages who were also dressed up followed Ge Wei upstairs. The first-floor tavern is back in the air.

Night.

In the darkness, a mud-stained hand stretched out from the cave and groped outward, and the surface of the flat stone platform next to the cave entrance was plastered with several mud marks. As he reached the edge of the stone platform, the hand grabbed forward hard, and knocked over a worn oil lamp that was sitting on the stone platform. Then a depressed curse came from the cave.

"Damn it, see if I don't clean you up!"

A head that was also covered in mud peeked out of the hole, with a dirty, worn pirate turban tied crookedly around it.

A young man scrambled up from inside.

After sneezing three times in succession, the young man rubbed his nose, bent down to pick up the oil lamp on the ground, held it up in front of his eyes, and said, "Old man, you can't strike no matter how cold it is, and our food expenses are all in it!" Guess what I found?" the young man held up the object in his other hand and grimaced, "A moldy copper coin......"

What a bad luck!, the young man thought depressedly.

In the past few days, he has dug up the graves of three large families in a row, but at most he has found only one wine cup worth two gold coins at a time, which is not as good as that of a commoner!

This does not mean that someone is stealing a job with him, or that someone is deliberately making trouble. It can only prove that those so-called big nobles are all misers, misers! Even when their father dies, they refuse to spend more money to accompany the funeral!

However, I heard that there has been a gravedigger gang everywhere recently, and the momentum is not small, and eighty percent of the good things have been swept away.

This directly led to him, Master Owen, who had not drunk for a week!

Owen pulled the velvet out of his pocket and tried to light the oil lamp. I ordered it for a long time, but there was no response at all.

Through the sparse moonlight that came through the clouds, Owen realized that the oil in the oil lamp had been spilled.

"Hey, okay, I'm hungry too!, old man, let's go get something to eat and to hell with this damn shithole!"

Owen lifted the oil lamp and lifted the old shovel leaning against the tombstone on his shoulder.

As soon as he took a step, Owen stopped suddenly!

He was listening quietly.

Because he just found out that the surroundings have become very quiet at some point, and it is unusually quiet!

The cemetery was built on a hill. It's summer again. Some insects that are unique to the mountains are only chirping, but there is no movement at all!

Intuition tells Owen that something is coming.

"Hell, you wouldn't be so unlucky to run into a lich, could it be a bone dragon?!" Owen thought crankily as he jumped into the pit without hesitation. The pit was supposed to be a tomb, but it had been almost destroyed by Owen. It should be safer to hide here.

As if in response to Owen's thoughts, suddenly, the wind blows!

The wind whistled through the gravestones, making a "whining" sound.

Owen cautiously poked out half of his head to look out.

I saw two balls of light, one black and one blue, chasing each other and flying rapidly from the distant sky, and landed on the ground of the cemetery.

If you look closely, it's actually two people!

Two magicians!

One in a black robe, one in a blue robe. The black-robed mage was an old man, too old to tell how old he was. The blue-robed mage was a middle-aged man, facing the black-robed old man. Owen could see a strong murderous aura in his eyes.

"Amagan, you can't run away. You will die at my hands tonight!I will give your soul to the Holy See in exchange for the benefits that the Pope has bestowed on the Duchy of Goliath!" said the blue-robed middle-aged man, his tone full of confidence and arrogance.

"Hehe, Russell, are you really so confident?" the black-robed old man, known as Amagan, had a hoarse voice and a slow, heavy tone.

Hearing Amagan's question, Russell chuckled maniacally.

"Even you admit defeat yourself, do you need me to say anything?"

"Ha, you say I've thrown in the towel, how can I see that?" asked Amagan, seemingly interested.

"If you didn't throw in the towel, then why didn't you run away anymore?" Russell thought he was smart, "There's no doubt that you're going to give up because your magic isn't enough to support the levitation flight anymore!"

If it weren't for the fear of damaging her image, Amagan would have burst into tears. This little water mage in front of him is really naïve!

"Well, if you insist on that, then I have nothing to say. Amagan decided to give him a ride: "Russell, what do you think this is?"

"Isn't this a barren mountain?" replied Russell with a smile. But soon he couldn't laugh anymore. He realized something.

Indeed, as Russell said, this is a barren mountain. However, this barren mountain also has a name, which is called the Tel Aviv Mountains.

The Tel Aviv Mountains have been a cemetery since ancient times, and I heard that there is an unknown underground city buried here, and I don't know how many undead haunt it.

At this moment, I don't know how many corpses have been buried on this mountain. Over time, the surrounding area was already a rotten ground full of death. (To be continued......)