Gwen saw the greed of Abjur a mile away.

She may not recognize etiquette and etiquette, but when she sees a greedy fool, she does.

There is an old adage in her old world. In business, traders are willing to take too much risk when profits exceed single-digit percentages. When the odds are more than double digits, individuals are willing to flout the law. When the rate of profit even exceeds this figure, financiers voluntarily risk the market economy and the lives of others. In the same way, it was the old cynic Niccolò Machiavelli who pointed out that, in general, people are ungrateful, fickle, hypocritical, cowardly, and greedy. As long as you inherit them, they are completely yours: donate blood, property, life, and children. But when the need is far away, they will betray you.

A chilling prophecy stirred her fear.

Gwen doesn't need supernatural sensations to tell her about the dangers of self-driven behavior, she's too old to be impulsive, so she takes a moment to consider the risks and rewards.

First, she can hit the other core. After all, there is another, if not more, creature. Second, she also has to fight them, which puts her at an extreme disadvantage. Her Void spells were too costly for AOE, and her lightning didn't go well against Earth Mages. She also didn't know who they were or their family relationships. Even though she crushed them in a costly victory, she did not profit from society.

Instead, her reward for victory is just a core, one that she can even recreate herself. She gained a tough reputation as a result.

If she had the chance, she would pay them tenfold in the future. As they say, revenge is the best cold cut.

Gwen made her choice.

She raised her hands and walked back, ordering Caliban to back off as well, placing the core at its feet.

The confessor continued to move on until he was within range of his Cantripe, and then retrieved it with the mage's hand.

He admired her figure and said with a smile.

Gwen knew the look and didn't want to linger any longer.

She'll find her team first, and then these bastards will know about her anger. She wasn't sure if the jurors would intervene, but if she let them out of the dungeon together, she would be cursed.

Caliban quickly picked her up and began to walk towards the mossy plateau.

"Hey!" said nonsense, wondering if he could let the girl live with them. The swamp is a remote place, and the girl seems to be obedient. If nothing else, they can get a nice little spell feed to happen.

There was a vague mana, and then a white crystal shard crackled and landed at his feet.

"What the hell?" Hu held it up with another magician's hand. Is it a parting gift? A business card?

Caliban was already more than a hundred meters away, and Gwen finally couldn't hold back anymore and released the glittering crystal.

There was a thunderclap in the distance, and the sound of water and trees parting.

She ordered Caleban to change from jogging to galloping.

Oddly enough, Gwen had expected at least one symbolic manhunt, but it didn't.

She walked in the opposite direction, no longer caring about the mud splashed by Caliban as he crossed the landscape, devouring any unfortunate creatures that crossed its path.

The occasional magical beast provides a modest challenge, but Gwen controls her vitality by trapping salamander-like creatures with dark tentacles, and subsequently, the three-meter-long amphibian Caliban eats a light meal.

While Gwen is not a biologist, she points out that the two main colors, scarlet and ultramarine, seem to plague the magical creatures of this area. In addition, the aggressive body of the fauna seems to be poisonous, which can explain the vivid colors, but the Caliban, who do not even have organs, rarely care about poisonous proteins. Looking at the stinking salt marshes and the gray expanse of land, Gwen couldn't help but wonder why these creatures were so similar. What happened to biodiversity?

At dusk, the activity of alien amphibians increases significantly. When Caliban finally ends a round of fighting, but doesn't regain the energy it consumed, Gwen admits that she'd better find a place to stay. Although Caliban's physical harvest energized her, her mana pool was barely sustainable.

The fact that she hadn't seen anyone in the last hours of the daylight further fueled her growing anxiety and made her eager to try at every imaginary shadow. Didn't Petra say that it was unlikely that they would be separated by more than a kilometer, and at this stage she must have made at least eight or ten runs. How big is this arena?

Moreover, she is underlit. If she insisted on walking through the swamp with the ball of sunlight, she would most likely take every curious creature through the halfplane of this strange dimension.

Out of curiosity, she tried her information device, but it couldn't operate at a limited distance due to the lack of connection to the divination tower. Maybe one day, when Gwen has mastered divination, she can use herself as a relay for the team. After all, divination is essential for military operations, and for good reason.

In the distance, Gwen spotted another peat-covered island, joined together by a dense mangrove forest. Caliban sped forward, wading towards the island and dragging itself to shore, where a slimy crimson catfish caught in its belly.

Once at the center, Gwen sent the Caliban to scout the perimeter, and she called Ariel to keep an eye on it. The mink looked at the spider jealously, and it quietly went away, and then ran around mischievously.

She realized a portable habitat and inserted an HDM company in its "battery" compartment. With a thread, the device is activated. As Gwen placed the instrument a few feet away, an entrance appeared on the model of the small bungalow.

Gwen then channeled a large portion of her lightning-filled mana and began to reveal a faithful hound, an invisible guardian who would watch over her while she rested inside the portal.

"Uh...... Excuse me, Miss Song?"

Ariel flew swiftly towards the source of the uninvited guest, turning into a white fluffy bolt of lightning, ready to visit the terrifying, paralyzing reckoning.

"Ariel, get down!"

Gwen recognized the voice.

"Fly?" she frowned.

Fei came out of the camouflage hallucination, his clothes worse as he traversed for hours in pursuit of Gwen.

"Sorry to bother you," the weak-faced young man pleaded. "What do you think...... Can I borrow your habitat?"

Mr. Fei looked like he had experienced a dire situation, and he really looked pitiful. In the distance, Caliban galloped in, a scarecrow spider stalking with an obsidian sword.

"I'm sorry I followed you!" Fei bowed deeply. "Please help me!"

As the young man shuddered in the twilight, Gwen felt her anger turn to sympathy. Not far from him, a dozen of Caliban's eyes shimmered with the sickly glow of the setting sun, capturing the young man's skinny body in a jewel.

That's what she asked, but this time it was easier.

"It's okay, don't do it again. She patted the poor squire on the head, her eyes scanning the ragged young mage from head to toe. The young man, after his expedition in the swamp, was a little annoying.

She remembered what had happened this morning, and a gratifying realization came to mind.

"Fei ......," Gwen asked sweetly, looking at this young man with new eyes, did you distract those bastards just now?"

Fei's face flushed, and he stammered that he thought it was best if they didn't follow her, and that he had left her with the illusion that she had run away vertically. In that moment, the quiet, humble young man reminded her of Percy.

"Hey. Gwen patted her cheek. "Do you know how to cook?"

Felin rarely cooked, but as an apprentice with no tutor, he learned to cook a delicious meal with simple ingredients.

As Gwen produced bottled sauces, pasta, frozen minced meat, bacon, mushrooms, and bread, he almost slipped off his kitchen stool.

How big is this girl's storage ring?!

She ordered him to eat mushrooms and mushrooms.

Thankfully, the package insert is in Chinese. After the pasta is cooked, Gwen asks Vivien about her previous predicament.

"So, it's the right thing to do without them?"

"There is no doubt about it," Fei replied, his hand carefully cutting and cutting I don't know who the others are, but the confessor is the heir of the Shaw family. They are a family from thousands of years ago that has survived the vicissitudes of time and revolution. Lots of old money and old magic. If you kill one of them, I don't really know what will happen. ”

"What about the judges? Won't they interject?"

"Well, unless you're going to kidnap or torture them, the judge's practice is 'no' to intervene. Generally speaking, there can only be a dozen dungeons of this size. I would say that endemic events like duels and robberies are expected encounters in a dungeon that they turn a blind eye to. You can look at this from another angle: if someone dies, their job is to verify the death of an attendant, not to save the individual. ”

"That's ... Gwen tapped the table. Sir Paris seems to be friendly enough to treat the dungeon as a great adventure.

"This is my second dungeon dive," Fei admits in my first time, where I saw the entire group devoured by a worm creature they had foolishly challenged. When the referee puts it down and opens its stomach......"

"The food is boiling......" Gwen stopped him there.

"yes, okay, you get the idea. Fei took a deep breath and looked away from his head, and the person survived. "Confessor. ”

"What do you say about the Lin family, Xiao?" Gwen turned the subject, he didn't want to know about the half-cooked teenagers.

"Don't you know?" Fei added. "Our family knows each other, right? Both the song and the Lin family were new houses that emerged after the revolution in the '40s and came to prominence in the decades since. The older families all thought we were nouveau riche. ”

"Mina's family, what about the Wang family?" Gwen asked.

Fee looked at Gwen strangely.

"Her family is a business family. There is no obvious blood relationship, but they have been trading with first-tier cities and border cities for generations. I would say that if you put the richest people in Shanghai on a list, the Wang family's double-digit ranking is impossible. ”

Gwen got to know her cousins better. Without rare bloodline magic, there is no real motivation to force Tao to be a magical tour group. The patriarch of the Wang family may have felt that his children were more useful as heirs in a more material sense.

As they sat down to eat together, Mr. Fei couldn't help but ask a few questions of his own to satisfy his curiosity.

"Are you really from a frontier city?" Mr. Fei found this special knowledge to be the most astonishing. Gwen looks more like a person of lineage, possibly a long-established cult or possibly the heir to some ancient family. After all, she possesses the void and lightning, summoning and magic.

Mr. Fei's mind was in turmoil.

Not to mention, who the hell is carrying a portable habitat? This thing only needs one per activation, which is half the weekly salary of a low-level manufacturing mage! Their cost of ownership is also prohibitively high, and the more rooms there are, the more they grow.

He watched as Gwen used Caliban's "onslaught" against the creamy pasta. The girl was on her second serve. How could she eat so much? Where did it all go?

A little cream sauce landed on Gwen's chest. Before she knew it, she hurriedly picked it up with her fingers and fed it to her lips.

Fei pinched himself.

Do you want to die? He thought of Caliban, pleading with himself.

Of course, he had to do the laundry and cleaning.

He returned to his guest room and lay on his bed with his eyes wide open, listening to the sound of Gwen taking a shower in the public bathroom.

Fei glared at the closed door, his mind filled with intense desires and strange assumptions.

In the end, he chose life.

After Fei made breakfast, they set off early in the morning.

Gwen rode ahead, and her temporary companion followed the water walk, keeping a safe distance from Caliban.

"Shah!" After an hour of traveling, the Caliban suddenly stopped.

With yesterday's lackluster progress, Gwen tested an uncertain hypothesis. She first channeled mana into her divination symbol, allowing it to circulate through her body. Gwen then goes in a different direction, using her "intuition" as a human divination staff. When she "went south", she felt a little tingling.

She didn't know what that meant, but the feeling implied that something "dangerous" would happen if she went down this path.

It's not a fourth-level divination, not even a second-level divination, but it's better than her blindly roaming from one plateau to another.

So, following her "gut instinct" instincts, she carries the obedient magician lackeys through the swamp.

It only took half an hour to confirm her theory.

They saw peat in the swamp that was larger than the bog. Surrounded by dense mangrove forests, a tree grows in the middle of it, towering high in the smoke. From a distance, the outcrop looks like the place where they met the Red Frogman, but on a much larger scale.

From the verdant bushes came the sound of battle.

The master, the spider and the servant, rushed through rows of dwarf mangroves and damp swamps until they reached a place that looked like a battlefield. In the middle of the clearing, there is also a huge banyan tree, although this one is much larger than the previous one, but its height disappears into the low clouds. Under this particular tree was a bone-stained, decaying corpse. Long tendrils hung down from the branches and plunged deep into the flesh of the dead, rooting in their bones.

Beneath its broad branches, several mages are engaged in a deadly battle with the Blue Frog, which is nearly twice the size of the red frog Gwen has seen before.

These are even more impressive than their crimson cousins, whose skins form thick interconnected skin plates that resemble plate armor. Their large hand-sized fists do not have claw-pointed fingers, but have two protruding parts, and they wear handguards like blades. To Gwen, these beasts are like the mascots of Nintendo's classic game, a game with a samurai toad.

Opposite these creatures are four mages, or more accurately, a single mage and three followers. One of the mages writhed on the floor, making a cut in her intestines. The other, a witch, trembled and sobbed at the first question. The last one, a young man, was meditating desperately, trying to regain enough mana to continue the fight.

"That's Yuan!, one of my teammates!" Mr. Fei announced excitedly and worriedly. His eyes pleaded desperately with her. "Gwen, can we help them?"

Gwen wasn't saying no, the last mage to hold the line was a familiar sight.

The seductive lips are open, forewarning the newcomers.

"Gwen! go get someone to help!" Petra's message rang in her ears. "Don't get close! I can hold them down for a while! Is there a doctor nearby?"

There were three blue mongrels wailing on her crystal shield. Petra holds a glowing Rubik's Cube in one hand, maintaining the barrier of the half-dome.

"Fly," Gwen ordered the magician. "Here's your hint to see what you can do. ”

Mr. Fei nodded, raised his hands in the air, and made a gesture.

"Torch!"

A signal escaped from the mangrove forest, bursting out with a ten-meter-wide flare that shone with the light of a small sun.

"I'll check the surroundings!" Mr. Fei announced, what about you?"

"I've got to help Petra," Gwen replied, and it would be dangerous for her eyes to twinkle blue as the lightning-fast mana looped through her pipes. If things go well, I can't protect you. Let's go!"

Fei hesitated and hurriedly retreated.

"Ariel!" Gwen turned her mink into reality. It immediately turned into a medium-sized mongoose, fully charged. "Sit the one on the right. ”

"Oops!"

Gwen fed her familiar piece of disgusting vibe, watching as it pulsed purple flesh and Caliban's carapace bristles as it grew hurried and powerful. "Go to the one on the left. Onslaught!"

"Shah, Shah!"

A dozen scenes flashed through Gwen's psychoanalysis.

Biting her lip, she spelled another Void spell, followed by another one filled with lightning.

The bright spell emanating from her catches the attention of the frog trio, who have been needlessly ramming Petra's crystal wall.

They turned to Gwen and shouted, or more accurately, whispered with extreme prejudice.

"You idiot!" Petra howled. "We've been fighting these bastards since last night! they're magically resistant! Run!"

But these creatures have locked up a lone witch who doesn't have a confessor to protect her.

When they jump in front of Gwen, the frogmen split in two, demonstrating a wit capable of performing backpack tactics.

Gwen is ready for a world of pain.

Ariel was the first to come into contact.

To Gwen's right, the mink fired a bolt of lightning that struck the unsuspecting, hulking frog in the face, causing it to burst into a wild bark. The mongoose then unleashed a thunderous roar at its disoriented prey, turning itself into a crackling cloud of fuzzy energy, biting, slashing, and striking the creature mercilessly.

On the left, the Caliban first encountered the tail of the combat toad, piercing its carapace and immediately halting its movements. However, the giant creature's momentum proved too great for both combatants. When the frog attacked Caliban, it tore off the ligaments of Caliban's tail, turning the Netherworld Scorpion into a berserk rage. However, the frog's careless attack also crippled its leg, cutting off a piece of torso-sized flesh from its thigh.

Then the monsters and monsters attack each other, turning into teeth and nails, carapaces and blurred parts of vivisectional flesh.

The last creature succeeded 30 feet from Gwen when it hit a hidden ball of tentacles face forward.

The tendrils of empty matter devoured the creature's fur, ignoring its armor and sticking it to the ground, pinning it helplessly to the ground as the infinite hunger of emptiness shredded its life force.

With the purr of supernatural powers, the creature advanced another two meters, using its magical resistance to counteract the loss of life.