87_87643 "As you can see, beautiful miss. The merchant took them to his dwelling. It was a sturdy stone house built high above the castle of the Guise people by stone plasticity, and it looked like a warehouse on the outside, but the interior was very elegant, and some kind of unknown plant crawling along the wall of the hall grew into the shape of a shelf like a gardening project, and there were a few small pale blue flowers blooming on the edges, which immediately attracted Kairo's attention.

Jacob's fingers seem to be able to move at any angle at will, and they are like two octopuses. After pouring red wine for each of the forty-seven, he kept a glass in his own hand, and held it firmly with two fingers: "I have walked between the realms all my life, and I have carefully managed my business by abiding by the ancient precepts of my ancestors...... Mutual benefit, no deception. ”

"Travelers, I believe you, like me, are forced to stay here. Oh, and of course, the astral plane is so beautiful and mysterious, so it's not an unforgettable experience. Jacob took a sip of the liqueur, satisfied to see that he had managed to attract the other man's attention. The little girl who was trying to study the shelves didn't matter, and he could tell at a glance that she had no say in this strange trio - but the relationship between the mage and the Iron Samurai was a little confusing to the merchant. According to the table and common sense just now, the samurai should be the mage's entourage, and he didn't pay much attention to this conversation at the moment, as if he was just waiting for the female mage to make a decision...... But it doesn't seem to be quite so.

"Not long ago, I lost my caravan and my escort in a less pleasant encounter. Jacob went on to say, "They are very competent and excellent employees. It's a shame that some people have been following me for a long time. I also had to flee in a hurry and settle for shelter in the astral floating city of the Gisians...... The gods are above, and these thugs are really asking for a sky-high price, and they don't talk about business ethics at all. ”

"As far as I know," Morrill smiled lightly as he held the crystal cup, "for businessmen, profit always takes precedence over morality. And isn't there an old saying, righteousness is not good. ”

"Hahaha, I really doubt you're a good businessman too. Miss Mage. Jacob rubbed his fingers: "Indeed, there is nothing to complain about. It's all gossip, mainly because I have a reluctant request. You and your friends are probably heading to the Outer Realms, aren't you? So, before you leave the Astral Plane and embark on a new journey, can you go with me? I tell you the truth, I desperately need the protection of others now...... If someone like me doesn't have enough self-defense, in the eyes of many beings from the outer realm, they're just a piece of fat walking around. Of course. Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to hire you, I'm taking the liberty of asking for help. And when it comes to compensation, you don't have to worry about it at all. Just ask for whatever you want...... As long as you do what you can, you will not disappoint your friends. ”

Forty-seven sat on a creaking wicker chair and looked up at Jacob.

"I want something. You don't have to be nervous, it's not a coffee grind. He leaned back, and the chair let out a "quack" moan. I don't know where it broke off: "I noticed that the weapons used by the Guise officers in the city are quite special. How about getting me some?"

The smile on Jacob's long, blue face was a little stiff. He touched his gold earrings and said with a little embarrassment: "This...... I'm so sorry. It's beyond my ability. The Guise have an unusual paranoia about the objects they make, and each of their weapons and equipment has its own characteristics and names, which are kept secret, and if they are found to be in possession of them, they will immediately retaliate...... In particular, the use of the Silver Blade by the high-ranking personnel is even more like the root of life - I have never heard of anyone who can possess the Silver Blade of the Guise and be free from endless hunting. ”

"Mr. Hostenbrutz. If you're just on a whim, I'd better give up on that idea. Jacob cautiously proposed: "And in fact, the silver blade is only a weapon in the hands of the Gies, and in the hands of outsiders it is cumbersome to death." I can't use ...... at all."

"He did it on a whim, and he wasn't called Hostenbrutz. Morriel found a staircase for the merchant: "Mr. Jacob, tell me about the planes." ”

Forty-seven didn't insist any longer.

"Well," he said nonchalantly, "I'll figure it out myself." ”

Morrill glared at him, "Well, good, you'd better be like you say, 'figure' a way." ”

It doesn't matter if it's day or night—but the guards in the city force the outsiders to set a time according to their habits. There is no point in resisting, and how can the people who stay here care about it if they can endure the more excesses of the Guise people?

Forty-seven stood outside the stone house, looking at the deserted castle. The inhabitants of this place cowered after the end of their deadly work or the payment of their "rent", and thankfully another day had passed, and the Gies soldiers patrolled the walls and streets, defending their dominance, ready to "admonish" those who forgot this point with their swords. But they showed a rare tolerance to Forty-Seven, who stood there with great grin and lack of respect, as if there was always a thorn in the boarding school who would not be punished for not going to bed on time.

"Would you like to have a drink in the tavern?" he felt Morriel come to his side, and he withdrew his gaze from the glittering, vast astral void.

"Nobody is going to open a tavern on the Astral Plane, because no one really needs to drink and eat - it's just a psychological feeling. The mage shook her glass slightly: "There is no real time in the astral plane, and nothing will grow old and decay here...... Don't think this is the secret of immortality, unless you stay in the astral realm forever, time will find you at the same time as you leave the astral plane, and claim all the debts you owe. ”

"I've already agreed to that plane merchant's offering. I don't want to go out and be twenty years old all of a sudden. Morriel also looked up at the silver canopy above him, "You seem to have a soft spot for this place...... Could it be that you were actually made in the astral plane?"

Forty-Seven moved his fingers under his cold, fine nail skin. Thousands of strands of energy flowed like blood in capillaries: "So to speak. But it's not exactly what you think. ”

"Yes, it's the war stories that shatter the void and destroy the miè plane. ”

Drink the wine in your glass: "Sometimes I think...... I'm a second teacher, but my body is older than a god. It's kind of ridiculous, isn't it?"

Forty-seven crossed his arms and gave her a strange look.

"Ancient? I don't think I'm old. Could it be that you have switched to archaeology?"

The mage raised her eyebrows: "Archaeology?, yes, I have a hunch that I will soon be covered in rust as I follow you everywhere to collect the remains of your ancient kind." Speaking of which...... What are you going to do with them? Boost your strength? Do you want to have two more arms?"

"A goal is nothing more than a goal. Forty-seven looked at Moriel, who seemed to be smiling, "When you were trying to learn a new kind of magic." Do you think about what you can do after you have learned? It doesn't matter what the goal is or what you can do, what matters is the storage of the goal itself. Otherwise, what's the difference between us and salted fish?"

"Is it just a target...... "Morriel seemed to suddenly have some meaning.

She dangled the cup from the railing to the railing—and as soon as she let go, it tumbled down the steep rock wall and shattered on the roof below.

"Sure enough, it's the way of thinking about constructing creatures. Morriel looked at the sparkling fragments: "Jacob said that after a while, they can use their race's innate spell-like abilities to find the portal out of the astral plane...... Go ahead and admire the stars! ”

Forty-seven is unknown. So he shrugged his shoulders and really continued to admire the stars—and I don't know how long, until he saw several Guises walking towards him.

Morriel?...... That's right. Mage Morriel. Jurad stood in front of the mage, still with the same gray and ugly face, gorgeous and exaggerated armor. In addition to her, Forty-Seven, and Kairo, there were also some residents of the vassal city, who seemed to be some powerful people, including the Teflin who called himself Gehr.

"I hope you haven't forgotten the promise you made when you asked us for asylum. Jurad's tone was like that of a debtor: "Now, the time has come to fulfill his promise." ”

Then he turned to the others: "Listen, if you poor creatures under the fence are of some use." That's now! According to our reconnaissance, we found a huge floating rock in front of the city! Your task is to climb the rock and figure it out inside and out. Then come back and report to me! If this rock is hard enough to be used, our great city will be able to expand again! And you guys will have a little more room to let the wind out, and whether or not this qiē will become a reality depends on your appearance!"

"There is no reality in the astral plane. One of Morriel's fellows muttered under his breath. The movement is very light. Even Morrill could only faintly hear it—but Jurad's gaze immediately swept over, and a fierce light burst into his two yellow eyes, "What did you say?"

The mouthy guy swallowed and frothed at the mouth and lowered his head deeply. But Yurad didn't let him go.

"What are you talking about, you inferior billet?!"

The roar of the Gise commander was tinged with a terrifying energy that pierced people's hearts. The sound waves were so loud that Morrill even felt as if a boulder had just been thrown by a trebuchet grazing his sideburns. The unfortunate man who came out of his mouth was suddenly struck down by this invisible blow, his eyes rolled white, his mouth was wide open, and he collapsed on the ground as if all the bones in his body had been shattered.

"Throw it away!" said Jurad, as two soldiers ran over and dragged him to the edge of the plaza and tossed him out—he too slowly drifted away like garbage, seemingly with a lot of scrap wafting out of his dull body along the way.

"Who has an opinion? Say it out loud!"

No one spoke, and Morriel took Forty-Seven's hand.

"There will be a team of our warriors following you!" Jurad waved his hand, "Now, let's go!"

"You're so stupid, Lord Horseenbrooke!" "Kylo walked around Forty-Seven like a fish, grimacing as he flew, "Don't always try to walk on your hands and feet!

"You only walk with your hands and feet...... Stinky girl. You shouldn't have followed!" Forty-Seven was rather clumsy as he moved through the void, not at a faster speed than when he was constructing the Wyvern state, "Why do I have to be like this?"

"You're not really in such a hurry to be a shield for someone, are you?" Morriel came to him, "whatever the Gise say about that rock...... Since these guys who know everything about the astral plane are still asking us to do this kind of low-level exploration work, then I'm afraid things are not so simple. ”

The Guise soldiers and other recruited adventurers were no longer visible, and the three of them were the only ones left under the white starry sky.

"We're just passers-by in the astral plane, and we don't have much friendship with the Guise...... I don't plan to stay here for long. Because Forty-Seven was indeed a bit slow, Morriel began to drag his shoulder armor and fly: "The astral plane is no better than the main material plane, God knows what strange things will be. I'd like to hope there's nothing ahead of us now, and maybe Jacob will be able to take us away after a little turn. ”

"You really don't have the spirit of exploration. Forty-seven simply lay down comfortably, and made a very provocative gesture to Kailuo: "Okay, then find it, you can't find it." ”

However, it seems that when it comes to subconscious desires, craving to happen is always more effective than wishing to happen.

Kairo was the first to spot it: "Sister Moriel, look!"

The mage and Forty-Seven looked in the direction of her finger, but there seemed to be nothing in the void.

"Where?" Forty-seven turned over, and with a hard stroke of his hands, he really rushed forward a few feet: "Don't lie, child, haven't you heard the story of 'The Wolf is Coming'—"

Suddenly, he seemed to be pulled by something. He swooped and fell in one direction, like a free-falling stone.

"Hell, gravity-like zone, catch me, Kyro!" Then an invisible but irresistible force captured Morrill and Kyro, dragging them together towards a mysterious area hidden in the shining starry sky