In a dark room, a crystal ball floating on an old wooden table emits a ghostly light. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Around the wooden table sat three men, two of whom were old men with gray hair and wearing the same white robes.

The other was much younger, looking less than forty years old. He was like the leader of the three, and he could easily judge from both his heroic temperament and the reverence of the two old men. They were staring intently at the crystal ball, which showed Albert picking up the "Black Edge".

"There really are people who can make it. ”

"Yes, it's unbelievable, it's like a dream. ”

An old man spoke, and another also chimed in, expressing his inner amazement.

"Of course, two old things, do you still think I'm messing around?" said the middle-aged man with a smile.

"I still think it's just a farce. An old man insisted on his thoughts, "Although someone has successfully picked up the pile of scrap metal, what is the point of this." He shook his head, his gaze at the middle-aged man deepened, "Unless you have another reason." ”

"That's not your concern, old thing. ”

The middle-aged man shrugged, and as soon as his words fell, another old man stood up suddenly.

"Damn Adolf, whose work do you say is scrap metal?" the old man who stood up glared at the old man named Adolf.

"Alright, my dear brother, that's true. Adolf smiled and spread his hands, "Don't you often complain that it's a failure?"

"Adolf, you damn fool, I'm going to duel you. The old man stretched out his withered hand and picked up the wand at his waist.

"Are you serious?" Adolf smiled, "The Magus is challenging the Grand Magus?"

"No one can insult my work. Although the old man's tone was still tough, he sat back and put away his wand, he didn't want to be taught a lesson by his own brother. His magical talent is no worse than that of his younger brother, but his energy is limited, and he devotes more time to enchantment, and although he has obtained the achievement of an enchanter master, the price is also not small, and he misses the opportunity to become an archmage.

Adolf could feel that he was aging.

Not outward aging, but inside the body, or rather the soul, whose magic is declining.

While the two old men were arguing, the middle-aged man came to the window. He opened the curtains, and the dazzling sunlight shone into the room and on him. The middle-aged man looked directly at the sun and said in an inaudible voice, "Son of the dragon, we have finally met." ”

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Outside of Emsburg.

Joanna was carrying her bags and her face was dirty.

She's been walking for days, and she hasn't even encountered a stream during that time.

She sometimes regretted running away from home, but it was all over and she finally arrived in Amsburg.

Joanna had also gone to Blackwater Castle before, but Abel was not there, and the mercenaries of the Mercenary Guild told her that Albert was on a mission here.

"Gotta scare him. Joanna muttered, and couldn't help but smile, and wanted to show that stinky boy her current strength. The ancient magic inheritance not only gave her the power to master the elements, but also allowed her magic power to soar directly to seven stars.

She clenched her boneless fist and vowed to teach Abel a lesson, who let this kid avoid her all the time.

Excited, Joanna walked through the city gates. However, when she arrived in Amsburg, she discovered a very critical problem.

Looking blankly at the pedestrians on the street, Joanna sighed. What bad luck, where should I go to find Eber?" she thought to herself, frowning, though she was now disgraced, but she couldn't cover her perfect cheeks.

Suddenly, she remembered that Eber's mission seemed to have been issued by the Lord of Amsburg.

As long as you find Lord Amsburg, you can know where Abel is now, she nodded, and smirked her fingers.

A moment later, Joanna arrived at the castle of the lord of the noble district, and gave the few remaining gold coins to the old butler of the castle before being summoned by the lord.

"Little girl, you are here to find Albert?" Baron Jasmine had a big smile on his face and his eyes glowing like a werewolf. He had never seen such a beautiful girl, and if he could wash the dust off his face, maybe it would be even more beautiful. "Maybe you should take a shower first. He continued, taking a big gulp of saliva and his gaze swept unscrupulously over Joanna.

"Thank you for your kindness. Joanna said with a blank face, "I just want to know where Albert is." ”

She didn't tell the other that her father was the Count of Rose, and although she was eager to see how the lustful lord would react, she was running away from home.

"He's not here, maybe you can stay, and if he comes back, I'll let you know as soon as he comes. Baron Jasmine touched his chin, got up from the couch, and walked over to Joanna. "You're a great idea, aren't you?" he said, reaching out to Joanna's cheek.

"Bang!" and Baron Jasmine flew upside down and fell to the ground.

"Protect your lordship. The four guards in the hall rushed over, surrounded Joanna in the middle, and drew their swords at their waists.

"Damn little bitch, you dare to hit me!" Baron Jasmine got up from the ground, clutched his stomach, and looked at Joanna, who was speechless, "You have two choices now, either follow me upstairs and make me comfortable, or I will kill you." ”

"I'll pick the third one. Joanna said lightly, "Tell Albert where I should have done nothing." ”

"Hahaha. Baron Jasmine laughed unscrupulously and looked at Joanna with interest.

Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly saw Joanna take out a beautiful gold coat of arms from her bag, on which was depicted a blooming rose.

"Tell me, who are you!" Baron Jasmine swallowed, but this time not out of greed, but out of fear.

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The small town of Bishop is located on the edge of Auston, bordering the Gard Mountains.

Albert wanders the streets, a meeting place with his guides, and all he has to do now is find them.

His guide was a bounty hunter, a female elf, and without any more information, Blysle told him so much, not even being tall or fat.

Of course, how can elves have fat people and small people.

After questioning passers-by, Albert walked towards the Hunters' Guild, where there should be a catch.

Not many people do it, not only because of danger and loneliness, but also because it requires very strong personal strength and comprehensive experience skills, whether it is life or killing. Bounty hunters do jobs that are even more dangerous than mercenaries, and of course, they are better paid. They complete tasks for several people and don't need to share the bounty with others.

In Albert's view, bounty hunters are eccentrics of their egos.

They never follow orders and act only on instinct, like the arrogant Catherine.

Albert thought to himself, pushing open the fence gate of the Hunters' Guild, yes, the barricade gate of the tavern. Compared to the mercenary guild of the same nature, the hunter guild is very shabby, and it is not bad in a large city-state, and in a small town like this, the hunter guild will also run a tavern business.

He sat down at the bar and ordered a cold beer and a plate of peanuts.

Just as he was looking at the customers in the Hunter Guild, he suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and there was a burst of killing intent behind him.

Albert suddenly looked back and met those murderous eyes.