Birmingham didn't expect that the extravagant Viscount Jester didn't take care of his office at all, the wooden barracks stood quietly next to a common bathroom, the room was not very large, even if the Stolly refugee room was still more than enough compared to this conscription house, the wooden walls didn't know how many years had passed, decay, wormholes and mottled moss, all made Birmingham suspect that the history of this room was longer than the history of his own home, especially when a polished signboard hung at the door, Birmingham was convinced that this place was definitely the viscount's penal colony, but no matter how disgusted he was, Birmingham still reluctantly stepped on the steps made of wooden planks. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sound of creaking came from Birmingham's feet, and several people behind him involuntarily slowed down their pace when they heard the sound of steps, but Logan stopped wittily and waited until everyone had gone up before tiptoeing up.

The white knuckles slammed lightly against the wooden door, and the crackling of the dilapidated doors and windows was louder than the knocking in Birmingham, but the sound that made people feel hairy could not stop the voices of the officials inside.

"Come in, the passionate Lord Hank is at your service. The welcome tone of the sign, but Birmingham was clearly taken aback by the sudden sound, and the dilapidated house turned out to be occupied.

Compared to the unbearable outside, the layout inside was unexpectedly normal, the smell of burning spices suppressed the smell of the public bathroom next door, a few cheap oil paintings hung on the simple walls, a small desk stood on one side of the room, the table was full of documents and badges of unknown use, and a simple oil lamp made up the whole of the table.

A ball-like thing, sitting at the back of the table, the whole sphere dangling, please forgive Birmingham for using the sphere to describe this old man Hank, because he is too fat and too round.

The chubby Lord Hank was lazily sitting on a double chair, the fat fat was like pieces of mud and wandered around with the shaking of Lord Hank, a pair of small eyes were completely covered by the fat on his face, but even so, when Birmingham and the others walked into this recruiting station, the eyes the size of a mouse still burst out with indescribable brilliance.

"Oh, welcome, welcome, are you here to recruit into the army, I'll just say, that damn Will made a bet with me that no one would be coming, it's not early in the morning that so many people came, one, two, 、....." Lord Hank's short fingers like turnips skimmed over the heads of several people in Birmingham, but because he was sitting, but when he counted to three, Lord Hank saw the figure behind Birmingham no matter how wide he opened his eyes.

Reluctantly getting up from his chair, Mr. Hank had no choice but to give up his intention to count the number of people, and laboriously picked up a few bronze badges from the table in front of him and threw them into Birmingham's hand.

"Oh, honorable adventurer, forgive Lord Hank for eating a little too much today, mainly because my damn mother-in-law made delicious pork meat with kindness today, these badges, a few of you can divide them, and after they are divided, you can sign the contract, and after that, you will be the direct servants of the great Viscount Jester. Hank's greasy lips snapped up and down, and Birmingham, who was relatively close, could see the splashing spit like flying insects, buzzing around, and subconsciously took a step back, Birmingham looked at the badge in his hand, which was actually an iron disc, and the family crest of Viscount Jester was engraved on it, but this badge was not even polished with raw edges, and it was quite prickly to the touch.

"Don't you need anything else, like background or something, identity verification or something. Birmingham was puzzled by the conscription's improvised enforcement.

"No, everyone who comes here is sent to death, why do you want to be so troublesome. Master Hank waved his hand indifferently, ignoring the strange faces of Birmingham and the others, "By the way, get the badge and hurry to the tomb, so that you can finish everything in one day today." ”

Although there are still questions about all the things Birmingham and others, but it is not difficult to think that it should be their own future, no wonder the son of old Gülen was buried so soon, it turned out to be a one-stop service, old Gülen was angry at the sloppiness of the conscription, but after Birmingham signed it, he still had no choice but to follow Birmingham out.

Seeing the departure of a few people in Birmingham, the chubby Lord Hank began to lie comfortably on the double chair again, and closed his rice-like eyes with an inexplicable smile, the alchemy tomb, what an idiot, no matter which whimsical viscount is good, or these people who are sent to death, no one can compare to their great master, in the empty room, Lord Hank's low muttering is no longer known.

Birmingham and the others, who left from the conscription, came to the entrance of the alchemy tomb very smoothly, this entrance is still very conspicuous, after all, a big notice board is marked with eye-catching red The alchemy tomb goes straight for three hundred meters and turns right, Birmingham is a road idiot also knows the location of the tomb, but the eye-catching notice is not the main one, but according to Logan, the tomb in the forest does not have the feeling of entering the woods at the moment, because it is all a road to here, and even paved with bluestone.

A wooden arch much larger than the sign stands on this road, "Alchemical Crypt Hypermarket." After reading the words on the arch word by word, Birmingham paid his sincere respect to the merchants of the small town of Hellein, and there was no one else with this kind of business vision.

Stepping through this arch, the road of just three hundred meters is lined with all kinds of vendors, bottles and cans, weapons and armor, and even coffins and flower baskets, compared with the number of vendors, there are few adventurers who come here, only one or two adventurers in their forties and fifties hurried past Birmingham with sad faces, and after whispering a few words to a coffin seller, they turned into the right-hand direction at the end of the road, which should be the entrance to the alchemy tomb, Birmingham thought, but soon the sound of a few hawkers chatting attracted Birmingham's attention。

"It's dead, the entrance to this tomb is very simple, and the sewage inside is not drained clean, and the old ranger will definitely die when he goes down. ”

"Alas, different people have different lives, I heard that Lord Viscount personally entered the tomb today, but through another passage, which is much safer. ”

"If you like to complain so much, I'll go to confront the Viscount, but I've heard that this morning, Lord Logan and the Viscount got into a fight, and that scene, tsk, a lot of people died. ”

Hearing these conversations, Logan subconsciously lowered his head and hid his face in the shadows, it seems that this morning's matter has spread, but it's not too late, Logan's wanted notice hasn't been posted here, but the hawker's discussion has let Birmingham know some information, it seems that he can't meet the viscount for the time being, but it's okay, it saves a lot of trouble.

Get rid of the sales pitch of several hawkers, Birmingham and the group walked for a little time, the stone road under their feet does not look too long, walking only about 300 meters, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, the lush vegetation began to appear, the hawkers' stalls also became scattered, the wide avenue began to shrink, and when everyone came to the end of the road, the stone road had disappeared. In its place was a thin trail on which the vegetation had long since disappeared, revealing yellow-brown soil, on which there was still a fresh footprint, which seemed to belong to the old ranger, and on both sides of the path were towering trees that shaded the sky and the sun, and the green canopy completely blocked out the sun.

Birmingham and the others had some difficulty shuttling through the path, and the branches that popped up from time to time continued to hinder everyone's progress like hooks, I don't know how long it took, Birmingham obviously felt that the heat of the sun could not be transmitted at all, and the dense trees began to disperse, and a small open space appeared in front of the trail, and when Logan stepped out of the path for the last time, the scene in front of him suddenly disappeared, some were just dense adventurers and elite guards armed with spears, and there was a portal more than two people high, and the blue light flashed from the portal from time to time, compared to the last journey, this portal was already very newIt was as if nothing had changed.