In the dark, I don't know how long it took.

Anglie slowly opened his eyes.

A cacophony of noise reached his ears.

Surrounded by clean streets, people come and go, and there is a lot of traffic, and he is standing in the middle of the street, and his body is bumped by passing pedestrians from time to time.

The bright sunlight dyes the entire street golden. Around the street, there are gray-and-white buildings.

Wow.

In front of Angliel on the right, a potion shop guy was throwing waste water on the ground with a basin. A few passers-by avoided it slightly.

The greenish waste water poured on the gray floor tiles, and in an instant, the ground was wet and blackened.

The man looked strangely at Anglie, who was standing on the street in front of the shop, and went back with the basin.

"This is," Angliel frowned and looked around.

It is surrounded by pure European-style buildings, and there are also European-style oil tank street lamps on both sides of the street. Passers-by were also dressed mainly in linen and silk cloth, and occasionally some mercenary-looking men and women could be seen wearing leather armor and hand-woven rattan armor.

"Hey, what are you doing?" a smirkling red-haired man slapped Anglie on the shoulder. "Why are you standing here stupidly? Hurry up and report to the union!"

Angel looked at the man in front of him in a daze.

The red-haired man shook his hand in confusion and shook it in front of Angele's eyes. "It can't be stupid, right? As soon as I came back from the ruins, I was like a pig, and I fell asleep. The leaders are still waiting for us in the union, hurry! Don't bother!" he nudged Angele.

"Oh. Angele's eyes flashed and he nodded.

The two of them went against the flow of people and turned towards the street to the south, and as they walked, the red-haired man talked endlessly about the great gains and experiences of this expedition, and he looked proud that he had all the credit.

Angel had not yet figured out the situation, so he could only listen to the man in silence. He scrutinized the red-haired man.

Brown leather pants and leather boots. A brown soft leather vest that highlights the muscles that are strong. He has a handsome face and a small scar on the right corner of his eye. Pair it with a striking short red haircut. It's completely like a young mercenary with little experience.

"Before the commander could shout, I was ready to pounce! I saw a flash of red light, and I heard a shout from behind me: 'Lockton!!' I knocked the berserk bear to the ground, and Gris rushed up and struck the bear on the head. The last of the berserk bears was finally completely solved! At that time, I could clearly see the regimental commander smile with satisfaction and appreciation. I bet it was definitely the best time of my life!" a hint of intoxication flashed across the red-haired Lockton's face, amid his gushing bragging. The two of them finally walked to a two-columned, white-stone building.

The door of the building was open, and most of the mercenaries who came in and out were fierce, and the two stood inconspicuously in the crowd.

Only then did Anglie notice that he was no longer wearing a red robe, but a set of brown close-fitting soft leather armor, five silver and black-tipped daggers tied to his waist, and he was shirtless. He wears two black-gray metal bracers on his wrists.

Walking into the hall of the building, there are round tables crowded inside, like brown round mushrooms.

On the wall is the counter, and behind it stands a waitress in a white dress and black sleeves, and from time to time a waiter comes out from the side of the counter with drinks and food. Sent to the round table.

At the table, there were mercenaries of different styles, some of whom were drinking and bragging. Some fiddled with the maps on the table and frowned. There are also people who have fun with their legs crossed and holding cards. Of course, the most are the type that buries their heads and eats hard.

After a cursory glance at the hall, Angel was dragged by the red-haired Lockton to a round table.

"Hey Captain, Lockton and Saladin are back!" the redhead laughed twice, and pulled Anglie to sit down on the empty seat at the table with a hippie smile.

There were also two people sitting at the table, a man and a woman, the man was gloomy and draped in a black cloak, and his face was hidden in the shadow of the hood. The woman wore a hard black leather armor, as if she was wearing a heavy metal armor, and sat in a position, with a strong momentum, leaning on a palm-wide broad-edged sword, the blade of which showed a faint rusty red.

On one side of the wall, there is also a beautiful woman with long black hair behind her back, the woman's black hair is softly draped over her shoulders, one hand is playing with a curved dagger, and the other hand is pillow behind her and leaning against the wall, giving people a lazy and calm temperament.

The woman's gaze swept over the redhead and Angele, her brow furrowed slightly.

"Saladin hasn't recovered yet, and he was slapped on the head by the berserk bear, and it seems that he is indeed having trouble recovering. Then this mission will be arranged by Marindo. ”

"No problem. The woman in black full-body armor replied in a deep voice. "But why is it so urgent to ask us to go on a mission this time? It's only been two days since I came back, and my tomahawk hasn't been repaired yet, and it's a little too urgent. ”

"It's okay, the situation has been a little tense lately, and this frequency is normal, after all, the remuneration is much higher than before. The black-haired woman said lightly, her gaze moving to the gloomy man. "Waldo, how's your potion ready?"

"There is no way to replenish the paralyzing potion in a short time, but the bursting potion and the highly poisonous potion have been prepared. The other recovery potions are far from sufficient, so you can only buy some refills from other places. It's just a bit of a hassle at this price. The gloomy man whispered, "You also know that the situation has been tense recently, and the price of such consumables has been rising layer by layer, which is too expensive for us to carry out tasks. ”

The black-haired woman frowned, and whispered about the other supplies in Lower Waldo, and the two of them asked and answered, extremely fast, and seemed extremely concise.

Anglie sat to the side and listened quietly.

From the moment he entered the place, he began to observe the world around him cautiously.

Judging from the flow of people on the street, Anglie quickly judged that this was a barren world similar to the West Coast, and the energy elements in the air were pitifully weak. The people here are also pitifully weak.

After entering this mercenary-like hall, he glanced at everyone present. Among them, the strongest people were the three white-robed people sitting in the left corner, with fluctuations of about three levels.

Then there was a middle-aged woman behind one of the counters, probably fluctuating at the second level of crystallization.

In the end, there were almost three people, all of whom were second-level liquefaction. One of them was the dark-haired woman standing by the wall. They are now the leaders of this small group.

"Saladin?Saladin??Hera is asking you?Saladin?" The redhead began to reach out and shake in front of Angele's eyes again.

"Oh what's the matter?" said Angle. Regarding the current situation, he vaguely had some guesses and plans.

The black-haired woman frowned and said, "The material identification of our Blackbird Regiment all depends on you, your identification skills were promoted last time, what is the current situation?"

Angel was slightly stunned, not knowing what to say. He had no idea what discernment was, and it looked as if he had taken the place of one of the Blackbirds.

"It's okay," he replied vaguely, feigning a dizzy look. Anyway, I believe in his knowledge and database. Coupled with the scanning judgment, it should be no problem to identify the materials.

"If only it worked. The black-haired woman then began to discuss the mission at length with the rest of the group.

Anglie sat on the side and listened quietly, and after a while he had a general understanding of his surroundings.

He belongs to the Blackbird Regiment. I do the work of identifying various materials and precious items. He is an indispensable member of the regiment.

The Blackbird Regiment is a mercenary group with a little fame in this Qunhui City, specializing in some expedition and patrol missions issued by the nobles in the city. This time I just came back from outside the city. I didn't expect to go out again to continue the mission.

Anglemo rubbed the brown wooden cup in his hand, the rough texture on it was slightly rough, and he picked up the wooden cup and gently sipped the wine inside, only a faint taste of wine, and the rest was a strong sourness.

His elbows rested on the wooden table, his bare skin pressed against the damp tabletop, and there was a faint hint of cold touch.

Got the general idea. Anglie didn't bother to listen to the conversation of the people around him, and his eyes wandered around the hall.

In front of the counter, two slender young men and women, dressed in a traveler's gray robe, were leaning on the counter and the waiter had a cliché. Maybe it's a set of intelligence.

On the gray and white walls on the side, there are three black metal plaques engraved with fine text and some delicate badge imprints. It seems to be documents such as business certificates and licenses.

On the left wall is a set of trumpet flower models, made of green diamond-shaped crystals, with a glimmer of green light flowing from time to time.

Time passed slowly, from morning to noon.

Hera, the head of the female group, ordered a few food plates, and everyone quickly settled lunch together, and then ordered the disbandment and set off again in the evening.

Anglie and the other members chatted a few times, said hello, and then left the hall alone.

Standing at the gate, looking at the continuous flow of people and vehicles in front of him, Angli frowned, a little puzzled by his situation.

"Where the hell is this? Even the scorpion girl bloodline at its peak can't sense the existence of other dimensions. Could it be that independence belongs entirely to the world of the Infinite Ancestors?" he stood by the door, his back against the wall, and for a moment he lost his thoughts.

"So what is the significance of my entry into this world? If the information of the Thousand Headed Bird is correct, it is very likely that this is the world of the Infinite Ancestor himself, or more likely, an independent world shaped by his memories. So what do I have to do to comprehend the rootless source?"

A large amount of information kept flowing through his brain, a large number of logical guesses were instantly generated and eliminated, and the chip kept collecting data samples from the surrounding void, but the conclusions obtained were all meaningless parameters.

"A source without roots, a source without roots, I don't even know what a source without roots is. Anglie felt irritated.

Yes!!

Suddenly, there was a scream from the street ahead. Anglie looked up.

A white and silver-rimmed carriage was rushing towards a young boy in the middle of the street, and a middle-aged woman screamed in terror beside it.

The boy seemed to be stunned, and stood in the middle of the road in a daze, not knowing how to dodge.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed.

Boom!

The black shadow and the little boy were knocked out more than ten meters together, lying on the ground, and the red and sticky blood slowly lay out from under him.

The crowd immediately gathered around.

"It's out of gas," a gray-haired man stood up and shook his head. The onlookers were all in pity.

The carriage had already accelerated to flee by this time, and was nowhere to be found. (To be continued.) )