Section 3: The Palace of the Mist (Part I

"Two ......" Townsend no longer hesitated, and immediately asked: "What does this so-called qualification for participation have to do with gold coins?"

"Proof of the club's eligibility to participate this year. It's an octagonal gold coin. Sister Wen Li xiǎo said to Townsend, "Special gold coins." ”

"Well, in that case, I just got an octagonal gold coin some time ago, ting special. Townsend stood up again, and began to pull things out of his pocket again, and once again "clanged" all kinds of bits and pieces on the table—Wenli and Hazel were stunned to find that their opinion of the man was still somewhat one-sided.

At least when it comes to organizing his personal belongings, this gentleman is doing extremely badly.

"Where?" Townsend rummaged through his pockets, and threw the octagonal gold coins on the table, not fifty but thirty, but still did not find them, and could not help but be deeply suspicious.

"It can't be you, right?" In the surprised gaze of the other two, Townsend pulled out a piece of cloth with a withered leaf huā pattern from his leather armor, threw it on the table, and pointed his finger and asked, "Is it you?"

The cloth with a withered leaf pattern trembled, swelled like flatulence, and instantly turned into a fist-sized ball of withered leaves, which rolled around on the table happily, and used the tea set as a jumping benchmark, and had a great time.

"It must be you!" Townsend grabbed it, pinched and flicked: "Hurry up and take it out, sell cute fines!"

"Twitter!" xiǎoxiǎo's ball of dead leaves was pinched by Townsend and screamed, and then "poof" deflated down and turned into a ball of broken dead leaves.

+Passion "Damn! I still learned to play dead!" Townsend was angry and funny: "I'm going to play dead and throw it in the garbage heap again...... Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you, do you want this?"

Wen Li also gave up, and Hazel saw a finger-long xiǎo leaf swaying in Townshend's hand - the leaf was bright blue sè, and the leaf veins were red but arranged in the shape of a fishbone, and couldn't help but say in surprise: "Don't ......"

Before she could finish her sentence, the xiǎo leaf had been swallowed by the jumping ball of dead leaves.

The xiǎo thing seemed to be very satisfied with Townsend's feeding, and flicked it on the table, and spit out a shiny gold coin with a "cluck" sound, which was exactly octagonal in shape, extremely beautiful, with a layer of almost transparent metal on the edge, and a circle of runes in the center.

"Siren Grass ......" two sighs sounded at the same time, but the content was completely different: "Good luck gold coin ......"

"This, should I be surprised twice?" Townsend raised his head, his expression a little embarrassed: "You look at me like this, it seems that I have done something that will be blamed?"

"Feeding xiǎo pets with Kraken grass won't be blamed, at least not on the West Coast. Hazel's face was neither good nor bad: "But let ordinary adepts below the third level see it, and they deserve to be scolded so bloody." ”

"I picked it myself. Townsend remarked: "Of course, they also found it." ”

"This is a rare ability material, which is very good for improving the affinity of the ability, now you know?" Thinking that Townsend was just a junior ability, Hazel was no longer angry with him: "Then you know what to do with it in the future, right?"

"Got it. Townsend nodded: "Those who see it have a share, of course I have to share it with them!"

"You ......," Hazel's face turned bad again, as she had finally eased up.

"Or ......" Townsend said in a heartfelt manner, "I'm six it's four?"

Hazel put the teacup on the table, stood up without saying a word, and turned to leave. She felt that if she stayed any longer, she would have a good chance of demolishing the inn tonight—but she had to think about why the building should be demolished instead of Townsend himself.

Sister Wenli Xiǎo did not open her mouth to persuade Hazel to stay, she looked at Townsend with a little helplessness in her eyes - her helplessness was both, first of all, Hazel was not good at business but had to be enthusiastic to help, and Townsend was unwilling to accommodate Hazel.

Of course, Sister Wen Li Xiǎo could see that Townsend was deliberately angry with Hazel, and the scale was well grasped. Even if Aunt Hazel knew that he was pretending to be paste, the fire would not be able to vent on his head.

"Sister Wen Lixiǎo. Sure enough, as soon as Hazel left, Townsend's demeanor returned to normal: "This is the gold coin of good luck?"

"That's right, Mr. Townsend. I'm sure it's a gold coin of good luck. Sister Wen Li xiǎo nodded and said, "This gold coin of xiǎoxiǎo is the VIP voucher of the Pan West Coast Club this year." ”

"In that case, let's use it together?" Townsend suggested, "Even if you don't have the goods ready, it's better to go and see the environment." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Townsend, for your kindness. In fact, I already have a general understanding of what I should know about the club. Sister Wen Li shook her head and refused: "At least this year, this qualification is useless to me - I am more concerned about the current situation of my clan than business." ”

"I understand. Let me think. Townsend knew that the prince should have his intentions in giving this gold coin to himself - in the Battle of the Col, he showed more strength than ordinary ability masters, and it was unlikely that he would frame himself.

This hun egg is carrying a tree behind it, and the ability should be very powerful, and there is no need to use the means of framing yourself.

Townsend was silent, the good luck gold coin tapped on the table, and the round body of the withered leaf ball rolled back and forth between the teapots and cups, and after three or four laps, he was tired of playing, so he looked at the opportunity that Townsend didn't pay attention to, followed the yin shadow of the teapot, and moved towards Sister Wen Li Xiǎo little by little—and then turned himself into a pancake shape, "flowing" onto Sister Wen Lixiǎo's knees.

Sister Wen Li xiǎo smiled and picked up the withered leaf ball, and patted its "top of the head" with her other hand, the action was like holding a xiǎo cat to play.

"Well, I've decided to go," Townsend quickly made up his mind, "I wonder if it's still too late?"

"There are still 13 days to go. If you don't bring commodities, you should have time. Sister Wen Li Xiǎo estimated the distance: "Ten days is enough time for Mr. Townsend to rush to the trade venue." I've got a map here, you can keep it. ”

"In that case, I'll take two days to arrange it, and I'll leave in two days. Townsend unceremoniously took the map: "I'll be faster when I come back, then it won't take more than twenty days." If it's convenient for Sister Wen Lixiǎo, in twenty days, we will still meet here?"

"Good. I just need some time to arrange the affairs of the Fengwei Huā Chamber of Commerce. Sister Wen Li xiǎo nodded in agreement: "If we leave together, it's too eye-catching." ”

"More than two hundred miles away from Wakale, there is a forest xiǎo town, which was built on the thorns and roses. Townsend said to Sister Wen Lixiǎo, "I will tell them about the Fengwei Huā Chamber of Commerce." If there is anything, Sister Wen Li xiǎo can Jiāo replace them, or go there to stay temporarily. ”

"Thanks, I made a note of it. ”

"Twenty days later, we'll see you again. Townsend stood up and moved, and with a "whoo" sound of the withered leaf ball, Sister Wenli's palms jumped, and she fell into Townsend with a faint fragrance.

"I look forward to Mr. Townsend's return. Sister Wen Li Xiǎo stood up: "I wish you all the best." ”

"Never let Sister Xiǎo down!" Townsend smiled and waved his hand as he strode away.

To the southeast of the West Coast, the Queensmassa Ranges, the highest peak in the south-eastern section.

For thousands of years since records began, the West Coast has been the West Coast and has been separated from the mainland for most of the time because of the Queensmassa Mountains. In the north, it has a branch called the Ronda Mountains.

This huge mountain range starts in the northwest of the continent and winds all the way to the southwest of the continent, with a trunk length of nearly 10,000 miles. It is like an unattainable wall that completely separates the west coast from the interior.

The whole mountain range, not to mention the main vein peaks towering into the clouds, and there are many vertical and horizontal branches, when spread out, like a giant centipede crawling - if you can really stand on the sky and look down, you will find that the shape of the mountain range is much more complex than you expected, in fact, it is more like a twisted big centipede with a nest of twisted xiǎo centipedes.

With the Queensmassa Mountains, there is today's West Coast, and only then does the West Coast style of wildness and barbarism.

The mountains are thousands of walls, and only a few areas will show under the clouds, but even below the snow line, it is often dense and deep in the snow, the environment is difficult and dangerous, and the climate is harsh. Normal people and ordinary people don't want to cross it.

But there are some unusual people who like to live on the peaks of Queensmassa.

Even if they lived on it, they also built villas, and they built villas as lavish and vast as palaces - this kind of work usually required the whole hill to be flattened, and the bricks, floor tiles, mén friezes, and columns had to be transported up from the bottom of the mountain.

There is no way up the mountain at all, everything has to be transported by air, and the cost of manpower and material resources is unimaginable to ordinary people.

No one has been able to count exactly how many such palaces and villas there are in the entire Queensmassa Mountains, but based on various clues, people still know the approximate range: more than thirty, less than fifty.

The Palace of the Mist is one of them.

Located at the southern end of the mountain range, the Hazy Palace is the most luxurious and beautiful building in the vicinity. Although it is not well-known among the people, it is a very mysterious force for some forces on the West Coast, especially the Dawn Council - the territory developed by the Council on the West Coast is most likely to be buried in the hands of the Haze Palace, but they always don't know the details of each other.

They were miserable and had been suppressed by the Hazy Palace for hundreds of years.

It would be wrong to say that the Dawn Council did not have the strength to fight, and it would certainly be wrong to say that the Dawn Council did not have the strength to fight. But no matter what tricks and plans the Dawn meeting will come up with, it will only be deflated from beginning to end...... After being fooled for so long, they couldn't even find the exact location of the Mist Palace, let alone call Mén.

The only thing they knew was that for hundreds of years, the owners of the Mist Palace were all young, and they were all called "Young Masters".

This kind of encounter with the Dawn Council is not unique at all, on the contrary, it is a very common phenomenon. Because for the vast majority of people, the misty palace is the huā in the fog, and the young master is the moon in the water, both of which are extremely mysterious and unpredictable.

No matter how mysterious, the Haze Palace is not out of this world. So at this moment, it must be shrouded in bright moonlight......

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