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After Durand left Castle Breling, he didn't leave Uptown, but wandered around with some idleness for a while. His status is rather special, except for completing some tasks for the Shepherd's City every once in a while, the rest of the time is completely self-arranged. Duland's habit is to go to the Blue Spirit Fort to relax every time he returns from a mission. Before his next mission, Durand would spend his time wandering around Uptown, spending the evenings at Fort Blue and Andrea rolling the sheets.

This life sounds laid-back, even a little too laid-back, but in reality Durand is not wasting his time.

During his days in the City of Shepherds, Durand's most frequented place, aside from Castle Sappharon, was the Colosseum of Batlló, located at the very top of Uptown. In fact, Durand doesn't really like gladiatorial performances, and there is actually another reason why he goes to the gladiatorial arena so often.

The midday sun was a little lazy, and Durand walked down the wide, clean streets of Uptown, thinking to himself.

The entire Uptown is built on a hill, and standing in Duland's position at this time, you can take the downtown below the hill into view. Orderly houses spread in all directions, reaching far as the walls of the Shepherd's City. Durand could clearly see the heart of the city, the Hall of the Hunters. There, a large number of hunters are constantly coming in and out.

Seeing the busy figures of the hunters, a faint mockery actually appeared on Duland's face.

Durand is well aware of how the City of Shepherds operates, and knows a little bit about some of the internal rules. Hunters must pay an "entrance fee" to the Hunter's Hall to enter the ranch to hunt, which is the first fee; Each entry into the ranch is time-limited, and upon leaving the ranch, the city of the shepherds has the right to pick one of the prey caught by the hunter, and if the hunter is very unlucky enough to catch nothing, to pay a second fee; Then, the hunters mostly come to the Hunter's Hall and sell the remaining game to the Hunter's Hall. Although the Hunter's Hall can guarantee the security of transactions, the price offered is generally not too high, at least not as high as that of the slave traders. The difference in price can be counted as a third fee.

These three fees, combined with the sheer number of hunters, make the annual benefits for the City of Shepherds simply staggering.

In Durand's view, hunters risking their lives to enter the ranch to hunt alien prey actually cheaper than the city of herders in the end. Although every alien game can be sold for a good price, and most hunters live quite well in the city, do the benefits and payouts really match? In fact, most hunters with four stars and above will not live any worse than those nobles on the Big 6. But the real big winner is the city of pastors.

"No way, who let the city of shepherds hold the fat of the pasture in their hands......"

Durand couldn't help but think of the name "Shepherd's City", which is said to come from a dark force behind it - it is a powerful force that calls itself "Shepherd", mysterious and powerful, although it rarely appears in front of people, but its strength is probably not much worse than the domain of the Yonghui Knights, which is recognized as the number one force in the big 6.

Shepherd, that is, a shepherd.

Perhaps, in the eyes of the shepherd, the object of grazing is not only the alien races in the pasture, but also these hunters who think they are quite remarkable.

Durand didn't hang around for long, and soon he was in the Batlló Arena at the top of Uptown. He was a regular visitor to the arena and soon entered the arena through a special passageway, where he was led to a private box by a courteous attendant. Batlló's Colosseum is the most exclusive place for consumption and entertainment in the entire Uptown, with countless private rooms, and the one where Durand is located is the most exclusive VIP box of the kind.

Durand walked into the room, tossed a few gold coins and hit the waiter, then threw himself into the soft sand. In front of him was a huge floor-to-ceiling window through which a fierce and bloody battle could be seen going on in the circular gladiatorial arena. On one side is a combination of three barbarians, armed with greatswords, hammers, and axes. On the other side is a handsome sun elf. Although he was outnumbered by one, the sun elf was not afraid at all, and the three barbarians were defeated one after another. There are also more than a dozen screens of various sizes on the walls of the private room, and each screen is staged in real time to fight in this field, from different angles. In this way, the gladiatorial process can be seen in all aspects.

Durand just glanced at it casually and lost interest in the battle in the field, he closed his eyes and sat quietly, as if waiting for something.

It didn't take long for Durand to arrive. It was a fat man with a round body, and he rolled all the way into the room like a round ball, and then he came up to Duland, raised his head, and exclaimed in a very courteous and flattering tone: "Oh my gosh, guess who I saw?" - Mr. Duland! I'm going to kill you! Do you know how lonely I am in these days when you are away? ”

Durand's whole body shook suddenly, and he almost shook his hand and smashed a set of ice and fire bullets in the fat man's face.

With a black face, Durand gritted his teeth and said, "You dead fat man, are you uncomfortable if you don't say such disgusting words?" ”

The fat man obviously realized that he was too excited, but his biggest financier was standing in front of him, how could he not be excited? He smiled innocently, scratched his head a little embarrassed, and said, "This, haha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, isn't this exciting to see you coming?" What is the wind that blows you? By the way, I heard about your great performance at Lanlingke last night, I really didn't expect you, Mr. Duland, you are actually a powerful magician! You're just ...... Oops! ”

A small fireball exploded in front of the fat man, and although it was not lethal, it also startled him and he sat on the ground. He looked at Durand a little aggrieved and a little dazed, and he was a little confused for a while, completely unaware that his sycophants had been slapped on the horse's feet.

Durand snorted, reached out and pulled the fat man up from the ground, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Fat man, remember, I, Durand, no, yes, magic, magic, teacher." ”

"Huh? Not a magician? Oh...... Oooh! Got it, remembered! Don't worry, you won't forget it! ”

The fat man swore an oath, but muttered in his heart: Not a magician? Could it be that what I heard was wrong? No, now the whole Shangcheng District knows about last night, and I'm afraid the whole city will know in a few days, how can it not be a magician......

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