Long Street of La Morr.

Except for the beginning of the Lighthouse War, which was a little bleak.

As the spiritual lighthouse gradually ignited.

The vitality injected by the extraordinary.

And the native transcendents are gradually adapting to the state of war in the homeland, plus there is a certain amount of oil and water to be fished for the development of the spiritual world.

The whole long street of La Morre is lively again.

Even more than ever.

More and more transcendents are coming in.

The disguised Tucker is becoming more and more at home here.

Especially in the past two days, the number of transcendents who arrived in St. Rand from outside was unusually large.

Many of them have been arranged here on the long street of La Moor.

In order to recruit these alien transcendents.

The Ramor Street Office directly hung the landing sign of the Spiritual Lighthouse garrison recruitment outside the tavern.

There are the basic conditions for the spiritual world to garrison the lighthouse, the strength assessment, and the salary and so on.

The garrison of the lighthouse cannot be completed by one or two people, four or five people.

It's hundreds, if not hundreds.

With the main lighthouse as the core, three or five satellite lighthouses are the derived vein nodes.

Confront, expel and extinguish the polluted darkness of the gloomy sun.

Fight against the possible dark creatures of the spirit realm, and even those half-werewolves, blood bats.

In reality, the layer domain of Saint-Landers is a three-dimensional structural framework, with an upper, middle and lower layer structure.

Similarly, the St. Lander Ecological Spiritual Realm of the Spiritual Realm is also a three-dimensional framework.

The difference is.

The "Treeheart City" in the Reality Layer has a thick surface layer, separating the Treeheart City from the dungeon.

In the spirit dimension, there is no such a strong layer of defense.

In other words, in the spirit realm, the place where the light of the spirit lighthouse does not shine is the front line.

Tucker didn't go to the Spirit Plane to participate in the battle, though.

But during this time, a lot of contributions have also been made.

For example, an anonymous well-meaning wealthy businessman donated 20,000 magic gold to the street of La Morr.

To reward those who fight valiantly.

A batch of top-level elite materials and ordinary materials purchased from the dwarves were also donated.

To help the transcendent in need.

Although the mysterious wealthy merchant did not make an appearance on the Long Street of Lamour.

But the legend of the mysterious rich merchant has spread in the long street of La Moor.

Today, the Crypt Tavern in the Heart of the Tree is overcrowded with people outside.

Tucker ordered a large glass of "Bloody Tooth Stone Fruit Wine", and for a moment there was nowhere to stay.

"If you don't mind, you can come and sit down here."

Tucker was about to leave the bar to find a place under the canvas umbrella outside, when a somewhat lazy voice sounded not far away.

Tucker looked sideways, and it was Carlos, who was reading the newspaper.

The duo of Amanti and Carlos, who used to like to join forces, is now only Carlos alone.

As far as Amanti's undead realm is concerned, a proper tower defense expert.

If Tucker's guess is correct, Amanti should be in the Steam Lighthouse, working on tower defense.

With Bloodtooth Stone Fruit Wine in hand, he sat down opposite Carlos.

Tucker didn't speak, savoring the freshly flavored cider.

Tucker's limited contact with Carlos as "Andre" was the last confrontation between the gun and the short knife.

Other than that, there wasn't much contact either.

Tucker couldn't greet the other party warmly, so he could just shut up.

Tasting in fruit wine.

Tucker quickly pondered the current situation.

Tucker and the Star Orbit Monks have reached a tentative cooperation.

Tucker will regularly send over to refine the perfect elite materials.

Although the parties agreed on three months.

But Tucker estimated that it would be a month, two months at most, and then he would make a request himself.

It is not a big problem to get the "free" resources promised by the other party in advance.

Even if the other party is unwilling, Tucker can afford to wait for three months.

At the same time, at that time, Tucker's extraordinary ecology is estimated to be able to complete precipitation and transformation.

Tucker figured.

At that time, the dwarf family, even if it didn't open the dwarf family treasure, it was estimated that they would find a way to complete the deal with Tucker.

The third-order lord-level dragon crystal that they were willing to take out must have great flaws.

Otherwise, how would they be willing to take it out?

It's possible that Long Jing is older than Tucker, so it's not good...... It's possible that Tucker's grandparents are all possible, proper "zombie" dragon crystals.

Or, the dragon's will has long been precipitated in it, regardless of each other.

The kind that will explode on the spot if you dare to take it.

Otherwise, they wouldn't want to take it out.

Leader-level harmless material, definitely a big killer.

Tucker didn't believe they could sit still.

And then!

It is the crystallization of light materials that seem to be important at present, but not as important as imagined.

If that's a material that contains the power of the Angel Sequence.

For Tucker, it may be worth more than a lord-level dragon crystal.

But if it's just a Sun Giant Eagle, it's bright, but it's also bright.

That's a trip for nothing.

But in any case, the past is bound to pass.

After all, the contract has already been signed.

When it comes to robbing with fire, Tucker is an honest man!

However, before the official launch of the operation to rob the airship.

Tucker is definitely going to do a field assessment.

The water is a bit deep, and Tucker needs to figure it out.

The worst result is just Tucker's early withdrawal.

The constraints of the demonic contract are waste paper.

Just signing a contract and getting this information is already quite a good deal.

"Not bad!"

It was almost time to drink the blood tooth stone fruit wine in the triangular Martini cup in front of him.

Tucker finally got a taste of it.

Carlos, who was looking at the Steam Daily of St. Landers opposite, shook the newspaper and folded it aside with great skill.

Carlos looked at Tucker and said in a calm tone.

"A powerful wizard like you is rare in La Mor."

"And...... I don't seem to have heard of you in La Morr. ”

Tucker smiled, and then lowered his voice.

"If you're willing to show me your newspaper, I can tell you a big secret."

Carlos raised a frown, then pushed the newspaper in front of Tucker.

Tucker shook the newspaper.

Soon, Tucker found the information he was looking for in today's paper.

"Whew!"

With a light breath, Tucker folded the newspaper back and put it away.

Tucker then looked back at Carlos and said in a low voice.

"Actually...... I'm not a resident of La Morr! ”

"Damn it!"

When Tucker said this, Carloston, who had been slightly expecting points, had a look of annoyance on his face.

"I think you should have guessed who I am." Tucker smiled.

"Yes, I guessed it, you Black River Valley bastards." Carlos slammed his fist into the table.

"I said, why can't I find your information!"

"Over here, you guys from the Black River Valley, there are a lot of people who have assumed the identities of our Lamore residents." Carlos said indignantly.

"You're better, at least know how to disguise your accent, and some guys don't even pack it."

"But it's not without its benefits. At least...... You've gained a powerful wizard from the Black River Valley. Tucker said with a smile.

"You...... Planning to fight for Lamour? Carlos raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I'm going to take part in the steam lighthouse guarding of Lamour, and become a mobile battle wizard." Tucker nodded.

"When the time comes, I'll be a brick, where I need to move!"

As he spoke, Tucker shook his [Execution], a fourth-order transcendent steam revolver with a rather intimidating caliber.

"This guy has been hungry and thirsty for a long time."

"Although I hate to admit it, you do have the strength."

Carlos asked, nodding.

"Is it today?"

"You can go to register in advance today, and when I finish dealing with the things in hand, I will pass when I have time."

Tucker said.

"To celebrate the addition of a powerful wizard to the beacon of light in Lamour, I invite you for today's drink." Carlos was a rare generous gesture.

"Then I'm going to be drunk tonight." Tucker laughed.

Someone pushed the door in, and the wind whipped up the newspaper and landed in a no-man's corner.

In the small corner of the newspaper was an advertisement for the recruitment of airship pilots.

Calm between the words.

Blood, death and calamity are quietly nurturing in it.

(End of chapter)