Chapter 137: The Meeting Place

Watching Morey gradually walk away, two figures appeared in the shadows on the side of the road. They appeared very suddenly, as if they had come out of thin air.

If Morey were still here, he would have sensed a faint trace of earth magic.

"Hehe, it's ugly! It's just a matter of making up your own mind, and you're almost done. If I hadn't saved you, I'm afraid you would have been dragged to see Pluto by now!" a figure in a magic robe sneered without hesitation.

But in the end, his tone gradually became a little cold. "Smoker, if you're not good at fighting, don't give me any extra branches! It doesn't matter if you die, if it affects our plan, you will go to the grave, and we will dig you out and kill you again. ”

"Hmph, if you're so powerful, why don't you stop him, don't you watch him go to report the news?" the smoker sneered at him, giving him a gloomy look.

"Idiot, this is already the door of Pluto's house, is anyone like you? That arcane mage's spiritual power is at most three levels, and it can be solved at any time. It seems to be a little magical, but it's not a problem,"

"The biggest problem is only Pluto. The magician said. "As for why I'm not in a hurry to kill that arcane mage, hehe, smoker, do you really think Pluto doesn't know about our existence?"

"What!" the smoker stared.

"If it weren't for the smoke, I wouldn't want you to be such an idiot. The magician glanced at the smoker, then turned and disappeared. "Do your job of stalking! I didn't choose you to do whatever you wanted, and I don't care if I hum next time!"

The smoke ghost trembled angrily, but he couldn't refute anything, so he could only punch the ground with hatred, and continued to lie there, his eyes gloomy to monitor the assembly place.

But what the smoker feared didn't happen.

As soon as Morey arrived, he was immediately dragged by several people to drink, and only said hello to Pluto, who was sitting in a large chair, and then took care of himself to find a snack to eat, and did not say a word about what had happened before.

Just as Pluto was not used to seeing magicians, Morey did not see much kindness in his eyes, and naturally he was a little more wary in his heart. In addition, Morey himself is also calculating in his heart, for this unfathomable orc, how can he take the initiative to run over and chat.

While savoring the unique flavors of the pastry, Morey looked at the place seemingly casually.

A small area to the west of the temporary area is home to orcs and orcs. Pluto's territory is right between humans and orcs, and although most of the people attending the party are human laborers, there is an air of alternative barbarism in terms of layout alone.

Pleto's seat is made of animal bones and covered with animal skins, behind which stand several pillars painted in crimson oil. Strange totems were drawn on the rocks with snake blood, and then painted with an oil brush to make them look as bright red as if they had just been showered.

At this time, Pletto was carrying a large barrel of wine, drinking it with a grunt, and the wine was left from the corner of his mouth without realizing it, and he looked very happy. If it weren't for the fierce reputation, it would seem to be a bold and upright orc man.

And Gorrik was still the same as before, standing at the table and talking excitedly, and some of them listened below, not echoing and shouting. However, Morey's eyes narrowed, but he vaguely found that it was roughly divided into three parts-one part of them was the orcs, who formed a circle of their own, and said a few words from time to time. On the other hand, there were the human swordsmen, who obviously couldn't talk to the orcs, and who had the arrogance of not knowing where they came from, and who refused to stay with ordinary people.

But the other people were very happy, more than a dozen ordinary people should drink wine, eat meat and eat meat, and the atmosphere was all brought up by them. Maybe it was the unpleasantness caused by the previous two days, but when they saw Morey coming in, the eyes of those swordsmen showed a little hostility, but the orcs didn't care.

Located on the edge of the prairie, the city of Finn is generally a martial arts reverence, believing that magic is a trick learned by the physically weak. In addition, Fein City does not have any resources, so it naturally cannot attract powerful magicians, and most of the magic apprentices who stay here are self-taught, and it is normal for them to be looked down upon.

Of course, Morey didn't care about this, and he wasn't interested in dealing with the swordsmen, but sat by the campfire and feasted on himself, just like everyone else. Since he came out of Ximin Village, perhaps because of the influence of Belio's magic pattern, his physique has gradually increased a little, but the amount of food has become bigger and bigger. This kind of casual eating and drinking party is actually quite appetizing to Morey.

I have to say that the orc-style barbecue does have a unique flavor.

Although the grilling method is rude, Funn City has a special spice that is sprinkled on the freshly grilled meat and immediately melts into the hot fat for an enticing aroma. Finally, it is spread on the verdant bamboo grass leaves, and it only looks appetizing.

Morey tasted it a little, and his eyes lit up. The others chatted from there, and he stuffed the roast meat into his mouth piece by piece, which attracted the two orcs to look at him a few times.

Hey, see?

It's delicious

But that's when something surprising happened.

I saw that Pluto suddenly put down the barrel and walked in the direction of Morey, but he grinned slightly, and seemed to smile. "It's so late, did you meet a friend on the road and talk for a while?"

Even if Pluto laughed, it brought a strong depression, and the dull bass shook the cup a little.

The eyes of the people here showed a little fear, and they all gave way to make a way. Morey looked up and met Pluto's eyes, and his heart couldn't help but feel a pang.

"Well, it's a bit of a delay. ”

"I see," Pluto's huge body almost blocked the campfire, and sat down beside Morey like a hill.

Although Morey is not short, when compared to this little giant, it suddenly makes people look as ridiculous as a doll

What does he ask me for?

Morey couldn't help but feel a little surprised, but then Pluto spoke slowly. "Gorrik told me you can put a lot of things in your magical space, don't you?"

Seeing Morey nodding, Pluto continued. "Well, I was wondering, can you put the cart in?"

Hearing this, Morey was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to glance at the two or three horned ox carts, each the size of a small carriage, and the length of the light must be more than three meters. The little carts, while fine, were also two meters long and nearly one and a half meters wide.

Morey couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"You really think too highly of me, my magic level is limited, and the space I make is about the size of two small carts, if I can take them apart, I can fit three. ”

Pluto seemed to think about it, and then he had to shake his head regretfully, and said in that characteristic deep voice. "Forget it, no one is going to load or unload those things, but the space for two carts is also worth the surprise. ”

"I hope that when the time comes, you will help me more. ”

"Of course. ”

Seeing Pluto walk away, the feeling of depression finally became a little less, and Morey's spirit had been tense, and at this time he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his eyes couldn't help but show a touch of solemnity.

Although I don't have enough experience to see the strength or weakness of the orcs, the strong naturally have the coercion of the strong. Just talking to Pluto face-to-face, it makes people feel a faint feeling of breathlessness, this is something that has never been experienced before, this Pluto is probably at least the peak of the fourth order, and maybe even the fifth order.

But then again, it wasn't really like Morey trying to cheat before.

With the increase of spiritual power, the magic space has indeed become very large at this time - it is a three-dimensional space with a side length of nearly three meters.

But after all the belongings are stuffed in, all that can be used is a place as big as the toilet.

Unless you open a new magic pocket, you really won't be able to hold much. But opening the second magic pocket, the negative impact on mental power is quite large, and it is impossible to support it for a long time. However, Morey can't go so hard to this point, just saying that this seven or eight cubic space is enough to reflect his own value.

At least Pluto would never refuse to bring two more carts of treasure.