The owner of the spire, who was also a mage, was the one who made Johnny feel adoration and fear from the depths of his heart. Johnny didn't dare to recall the experiments that had happened to him, and the countless potions and immature trials and spells that had been used to enlighten his wisdom that had led him to transform from 'it' to 'him'.

The myriad of potions and spells was not a gift or an honor to the test subject.

Johnny was only one of the lucky ten of the hundreds of test subjects, after all, he survived.

And the rest of the two-headed ogres, swamp green devils, wilderness salt demons, and fellow goblins who can't count like Johnny have become dementia, who don't know anything.

The only fate of this untested failure is to be fed to the beasts in a mysterious room inside the spire.

Johnny hadn't seen the beast with his own eyes, but he was sure it was a real beast, not the farmer's dog who had chased his eldest brother.

As for why a mage wanted to research potions and spells that would open his wisdom, Johnny vaguely learned from the words of the puppets who served the mages that the mysterious mage was looking for a shortcut to casting spells that could be used to rival the effects of the Beamon Sacrifice Soul Battle Song.

"It's exciting to let mages have a magical beast that is accompanied by life and death and has a heart and soul, and to solve the mysteries of the soul. "That's what the adults always say...

Johnny shook his head, struggling to retrieve the distant memories and continue to sift through one task after another.

Choosing the right task is a basic task that requires both patience and a lot of knowledge, and is usually judged by the most knowledgeable experts in the team.

Although Johnny was a goblin who had produced qualified wisdom, thanks to his unbearable time in the Spire, he was allowed to read a lot of knowledge and information that only a mage could gather. That's how he became the most knowledgeable member of the Rose & Wine team.

Choosing a suitable task can not only obtain greater benefits, but also best reflect the cooperation and trust and ability between team members, and at the same time, spend the least amount of money and time in exchange for the maximum reward.

Some adventurers take risks to gain money, some adventurers take risks to obtain resources, some adventurers take risks to gain abilities, some adventurers take risks to satisfy their hearts, and some adventurers take risks in exchange for fame.

Instead of recklessly accepting the mission and returning home, it is better to choose the mission carefully and continue to grow, and one day, the young boy will also become a warrior of vicissitudes.

A sudden burst of whispering from his fellow adventurers drew Johnny's attention away from the task board. He raised his head, and looked at the gaze of a Pompeii man with a tuft of pigtails on the back of his head according to the habits of the Pompeii Empire, and saw the focus of the conversation of the surrounding crowd ~ a team of six led by an elven mage.

The elven mage wears a pale blue hood with two pointed ears that are beautifully curved around the brim of the hood. Johnny also had a pair of pointed ears, but they were not beautiful at all, and some were just twisted and hideous.

"The wings of the Smythian swan are far more beautiful than the wings of the Valentine bat ~ that is the glory that the gods give to the angels. ”

The elven mage's neck intermittently showed some cyan tattoos, indicating that the elf was most likely from the Southern Cross Forest, and must have some unexplained relationship with the druids who lived in the jungle.

The team of six did not stop after entering, and entered directly into the blue light curtain in the center of the hall. After that, the countless adventurers around him invariably made all kinds of envy, sarcasm, and admiration.

Only mercenary squads of high enough rank and extraordinary strength can enter the blue light curtain to select missions.

I've heard that the task in that is the real interpretation of what is high risk and high reward.

As for the high-level mercenary groups, is it better for them to only do business with princes, nobles, and royal ministers? and even participate in local skirmishes waged by the principality and the empire. Others are basically the publishers of adventurous quests, and most of the quests in the lobby are just leftovers that have been leaked from other people's hands.

Johnny remembers hearing the name of the mercenary squad as "vulgar".

Maybe one day, I can also enter that light curtain in the complex gaze of the people around me. While drinking the delicious wine delivered by the beautiful maid, you can slowly choose the right task according to your own heart. Johnny thought quietly to himself.

But there is more important work to be done.

If the next mission doesn't bring a good reward to "Roses and Wine", let alone calla lily Monroe's golden rum, I'm afraid that even rye beer will require everyone to pool money to drink a drink, then it will be a real shame.

Johnny shook his head at the thought of this, trying to get rid of his previous thoughts and prepare to continue his previous work, but at this moment, the entire hall went dark, and the countless magic lights on the walls of the third floor hall of the mercenary guild were extinguished.

The mysterious blue curtain of light in the middle of the hall also disappeared, revealing a group of stunned and powerful mercenaries inside.

A blue-white bolt of lightning suddenly appeared from the void, silently walked around all the lights, and then streamed on the task board, and then the lightning remained in the shape of a thorny vine, rose into the air, and finally inexplicably returned to nothingness.

The whole process seems to last only for a split second.

But this was not the case for Johnny, who had almost separated himself from everything present in that brief moment, and almost everything but his consciousness froze, and the sense of loss that had been locked into the abyss almost made Johnny think that he had fallen into a rift in time, the mysterious space and time of the legend.

When the control of the power returned to him, Johnny at first wondered if it was the strength of the golden rum at noon that came up at this moment, so that he was dazzled for a short time.

But the clamor of the surrounding adventurers like bees quickly dispelled Johnny's doubts. It seemed that he was not the only one who had seen the strange scene in the hall just now, Johnny thought to himself.

Not only that, but those adventurers and mercenaries who were wearing and carrying various enchanted equipment were all shouting at this moment.

All enchanted equipment and weapons are no longer valid, leaving only the properties of the original material itself. Everyone took out the lighting tools they brought to light up the hall one by one. ()

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