87_87643 Astral Plane, the Guise are unrivaled masters of sports. Forty-seven felt it, but looking at the figures of the Gies who were leading the way in front of them, they knew that this kind of Cheng dù was completely a leisurely stroll for them.

It didn't take long for the Astral Fortress of the Gis to appear ahead. It glides over the silver starry sky with considerable grace, like an island in flight. The gray-black stone tower juts out from its spire from the multi-layered parapet that surrounds the island, piercing through the stardust and mist, silent—as silent as a tombstone.

The Gies warriors in front of them began to speed up, and all of them disappeared from Forty-Seven's field of vision, proving once again that they were far superior to the most dexterous birds in the material world. Forty-seven snorted, resisting the urge to spew dragon breath to see if it could burn their butts.

A glowing shield swept over Forty-Seven, enveloping him all over. In agreement with anyone with even the slightest bit of knowledge, Morriel didn't want to approach a city full of Guise unsuspectingly. Under the influence of the wonderful energy of the astral plane, the force field shield was no longer an imperceptible transparent state, but instead the kaleidoscope-like flowing brilliance above made people dizzy. However, in this magical land of mind and magic, the effect of the spell has also been magnified a lot, so that Forty-Seven in the form of a dragon can also be taken into account.

Forty-seven flew towards the fortress. At first it appears to be a majestic ruin of an abandonment, as even the watchtowers on the periphery of the fortress are empty. But as the distance narrowed, he suddenly saw sentries holding their posts with bows and crossbows, and then flattened the rocky construction site on the edge of the floating island, and a large group of Gise warriors appeared in the square.

The existence of living organisms can only be perceived within a certain range far below the visual distance. This property of the astral plane is quite interesting.

"The Guise are a big problem in the astral plane. What do you want to do, or is there a mutual attraction between trouble and trouble?" Morriel habitually grumbled, "I don't think there's anything to be done in the Guise place...... When a woman is my age, she shouldn't expect any surprises. ”

"Cheer up, Sister Moriel!" Kyro pumped her on as he always did when he was in Rain City.

Forty-seven didn't have time to pay attention to the noise of a thousand ducks. The Giesian Blade had been left behind him for the time being, and now he had made up his mind to go up and take a spin - he hadn't seen a spaceship in a long time.

The dragon landed in the square in front of the fortress gates, its cloud-like wings beginning to fold as he descended. Morriel pulled Kyro away from Forty-Seven, who was changing form, and in the astral plane, no matter how difficult the maneuvers were that only needed to concentrate enough willpower, they looked very graceful and floating.

The light faded from the trio. Meat to meat, iron to iron. When they set their toes on the land of the Guise fortress, the normal gravitational effect returned.

It's really similar to a space station...... It's just a little dirty. Forty-seven stood at the edge of the square, ignoring the yellow eyes staring at him, and stamped his foot hard, and a stone layer of a foot square was kicked off by him, and he slid away from the fortress into the infinite silver void.

This blatant sabotage of the Astral Ship caused a commotion among the Guise ranks, which almost turned to a sword fight. Fortunately, the Gise commander raised his hand and suppressed his subordinates. Diverting attention from the heavy façade of the fortress began to admire the heavy façade of the fortress, and the ground forty-seven also stopped more vandalism.

"I am Jurad, a traveler of the main physical realm. The commander approached Moriel, and the magic armor had been carefully embellished with patterns and reliefs, inlaid with red and blue gems, an exaggerated display of how different he was—no wonder it was not too easy for outsiders to distinguish the individual from the appearance of the Guise.

"According to the soldiers, you are begging for refuge in our sacred castle until you find your way out of the astral plane?" said Jurad in dragon language. And his tone was cold and arrogant, and it was for Moriel's sake that he was a powerful mage: "So, travelers. What kind of sacrifice are you going to pay for this?"

Yes, we will ensure that your poor little fortress will not perish completely. Morriel glanced at Forty-Seven and replied maliciously in his heart.

"As you can see, I'm a mage who knows a thing or two. But on the surface, Morriel bowed slightly respectfully. In the lingua franca of his own world, he replied, "During my stay in the castle, I am willing to assist the powerful Guise in some work within my ability. ”

For the Guise people, this is a not very "reasonable" request. Because the female mage didn't come up with anything substantial, neither rare materials nor powerful magical items. Only those who have enough confidence and courage to face the army of the Gies dare to do this, and whether they can repay it depends on their true ability.

Yurad didn't think about it for long. Maybe he felt that Moriel's psychic magnetic field was very strong, maybe it was the forty-seven who was looking at the Western scenery that made him scratch his head, or maybe it was something else that only he knew.

"You may stay for a time in the subordinate cities of the inferior. Following the direction of Jurad's finger, a two-person plank path in the corner of the square stretched along the wall to the other side of the fortress: "I will give you orders if anything." Also, be careful what you say and do, travelers. This isn't the stinking Primer Plane. ”

"What did that guy just tell you?" Forty-Seven stood on the boardwalk and looked out, except behind him

Beyond the wall, the first three directions are all connected to the empty abyss

"Let's go, haven't you seen enough for so long?" Morriel poked him in the back: "He said, he is honored to have your old man here, and he is full of brilliance......

What is half a day? That's what I've watched for the first half of my life.

The entrance to the vassal city is much shabby, and it is a dog's hole compared to the majestic and majestic main entrance with its own square. The Giesian sentries on duty at the gatehouse had apparently been notified, and after a few rough glances at them with cloudy yellow eyes, the iron door was raised. Judging from the fact that the other two Gis warriors dragged a bloodied guy out of the doorway like a dead dog, and then threw him into the astral space, causing him to spray blood all the way into the distance, maybe the door wasn't exactly opened to greet the forty-seven.

"now, and if I see a trail of blood on the ground when I get back, you idiots will be just like that guy!" the warrior turned and roared into the city at the onlookers, who at once dispersed silently, leaving only a few halflings of short stature who hurried out with buckets and brooms full of sand and began to clean. One of the halflings suddenly found a gemstone ring in a crack in the stone in the middle of the large blood stains, probably the place left by the hapless dead ghost, and he immediately picked it out with great dexterity and held it in his hand. But this did not escape the eyes of their companions, who immediately gave up their work and gathered around to argue in a low voice about the ownership of the ring, until a tall warrior came back and snatched it away by breaking the halfling's fingers, and in order to achieve this he "had to" break the poor halfling's arm.

The Gies soldiers don't care about that. They continued their patrols, leaving only two embroidered backs - there was no blood on the ground when they came back anyway.

Witnessing this atrocity, Kairo exclaimed in a low voice and turned his head in reluctance.

Morrill frowned as well. She bypassed the bloodstains. The footsteps did not stop for a moment. But as he passed the halfling who was sitting on the street and weeping in pain with his twisted right hand, he had an ivory wand the thickness of a pen tube in his hand and touched it lightly on his shoulder. Soft and abundant positive energy poured into it, and he advanced along the arm, resetting and treating the broken bones and damaged muscles along the way, and by the time each fingertip of the halfling shone with a faint white light, his injury only needed a few more days to fully recover.

The halfling, who was probably enjoying the taste of a healing wand for the first time, looked up in surprise for the good Samaritan, and saw that Kairo turned around and grimaced at him, and then was kicked to the other side of the street by Forty-Seven, who thought he was in the way—but with the pain in his ass. Nothing.

"Hi, good morning or good afternoon, beautiful lady of the main material world. A thief who had witnessed this qiē quickly followed them. Coming to Moriel's side, he walked briskly backwards and accosted as he went, and there seemed to be two inconspicuous protrusions on his forehead shrouded in the shadow of the cloak hood: "You are so kind. But in such a place, good intentions always bring bad luck...... Beware, ladies. ”

Morrill wasn't very interested in him. She continued to walk forward with a blank face: "Doom? Are you introducing yourself?"

"Haha, you're so funny. All right. First of all, I will introduce myself, my name is Gehr, an adventurer who has been trapped here just like you...... "The thief has eyes in the back of his head. Easily avoiding obstacles and pedestrians: "Interested in trading? I have some good stuff here—"

Gehr lifted his magic cloak. The leather armor on his body was a little shabby, but it fit very well, and a short sword in a black leather sheath hung from his waist, and the emerald on the hilt was of great value at first glance. He also had two wands in the inner pocket of his cloak, but that wasn't what he was going to show the mage.

"Look, this is a hard currency that is popular in any outer world!" Gehr pulled out a dirty purse with some dark stains on it, which was uncomfortable to look at.

He mysteriously pulled out a coin from his money bag - not any of gold, silver and bronze, this coin was dark red all over, and there were a few hints of jet black in the middle, which looked like a piece of solidified blood: "Magical blood coin! Let's whisper, this is produced by the dark mint run by the great devils in the depths of the Nine Hells, and the craftsmanship is magical and unique! Legend has it that the Lord of the Nine Hells used it to pay his army! Miss, have you ever heard of the Heaven Coins produced in Platinum Heaven? That light can simply blind people! If we ignore the other boring factors, the blood coin can be said to be the heaven coin of hell!How about it?Interested in making a business?In the first few adventures, my items and equipment have been almost spent...... And you look like you have just set foot in the outer realm! There must be abundant resources, just look at your entourage!"

Gehr tossed the money bag full of blood coins between his hands as he retreated: "Alas, I originally planned to save this money to invest in the City of Ten Thousand Gates. But whether I can get there alive or not with my current state is two words...... I don't have the right to be too careful, a blood coin should be converted according to the value of a main material gold coin! Will you cut your healing wand? Anything else! What can't you use? Magic wands, potions, enchanted items, trade with me, you won't lose!"

Morrill stopped.

She stared coldly at Gehr, who was smiling: "This is indeed a price that you can't go anywhere."

"You think I'm stupid, Mr. Gehr?" the mage sneered mercilessly, "just because I look like a noble lady who doesn't know anything, and runs away from the house because she believes in fairy tales' fantasies?" you're going to trade with me for blood coins, but it looks like your money is dirty...... Can we find a place to clean them? Maybe they don't need it, just put it on the stone and grind it for a few more minutes. Tell me, Mr. Gehr, where else would anyone like to take a blood coin other than a few coppers in Hell?"

The thief's face darkened. He tucked the money bag into his cloak, and the little horn on his forehead seemed to be a little more pronounced: "It's not interesting to say that, miss." If you can't buy or sell, can you still be friends? Do you think you're too strong to need the friendship of others? This is not the main material realm. Even if it's a single help, you can be generous enough to heal a worthless halfling slave. Why don't you make a tacit alliance with me?Miss, you need to know ......."

Forty-seven, who had been on the sidelines, was pleased to see the bilateral talks break down.

Gehr's words flowed back into his stomach because of the iron hand that choked his throat, and the whole person was lifted up and pressed against the outer wall of the simple stone house on the side of the street, knocking out a cloud of dust.

Forty-seven methodically tightened his fingers, watching the thief try to break free in vain, his eyes gradually bulging and congested: "Am I here to make you happy?

Morrill glanced left and right - he didn't see any of the guys who meant to be upset.

While it didn't matter if the liar was dead or alive, the Gies soldiers didn't know when they would return from patrol, which could cause unnecessary trouble. Actually, it was mainly Kylo who was watching from the sidelines...... It's not good to be too violent.

"Forget it. Teach him a lesson. Let him fuck off. Morrill said, and walked forward with Kyro.

"Ears, eyes, tongue, or...... You seem to have a bit of bone growth, how about I take care of it for you?" Forty-Seven held up his other hand. The tip of the index finger changed into a sharp hook, slowly extending towards the angular protrusion on Gehr's forehead.

Gehr stopped struggling. He stared at the cold and glistening iron hooks that gradually pierced him, and a slightly strange expression appeared on his face that was strangled purple.

A cloud of black smoke smelling of sulfur suddenly enveloped the thieves. Forty-Seven felt his palm loosen, and the ground he had restrained turned into a fluid blur in the smoke, along with his cloak, dagger, and blood coin—slipping out of his hand like a melted snowman.

"Again?" Forty-Seven clenched his fists as he casually looked at the fleeing black smoke between his fingers. The knuckles become red as a soldering iron.

The smoke took the shape of a snake and flew to the far end of the street, coiling up to reconstruct Gehr's body. It was clear that it was not easy to dismantle himself and then regroup, and his face was sluggish. Half of his face is also a little crooked like a stroke. The thief stroked his neck and stepped back, but Forty-Seven didn't look like he wanted to chase after him.

"Come on...... It's a long time coming. Gehr retreated into the crappy brick-like jumble of stone buildings and left a message.

"Coming tomorrow? Maybe we shouldn't be like the trumpeting bird and putting off everything until tomorrow. Forty-seven scratched his chin and muttered to himself, but when he turned his head to look, he found that Moriel and Kylo had been stopped by a very tall blue-skinned creature - what was the matter? Could it be true that foreign movie stars are prettier than locals?

"Hello, mighty samurai. "That creature is much more knowledgeable than Geral. Slowly and gracefully, he raised his hand and greeted Forty-Seven, who came over: "Nice to meet you, I'm Jacob, an ordinary businessman. ”

"I'm Horsenbrutz, a great thief. Forty-seven found that even he had to look up at him, and was even more upset: "Hand over your coffee grinder, boy." ”

"Hmm?...... Coffee grinding?" the merchant named Jacob wore a ridiculous hat made of several conch shells, and his dark blue silk robe was layered on top of each other, and he crossed his hands on his chest, and the spider legs were as slender and flexible as many knuckle fingers were entwined with each other, and the magic ring glittered in between.

He leaned forward and asked tentatively, "I don't have any of this right now." ...... if you need it"

"Leave him alone, do you think he looks like someone who can make his own coffee?" Morrill had a nice attitude towards Jacob: "Mr. Jacob, you just said you were a plane merchant?"

"Oh, of course, of course. Sensing that Forty-Seven's hostility was not so strong, Jacob turned back again and squinted at the female mage with his slender eyes, "Travelers, I am deeply impressed by the wisdom and strength you have shown in your communication with Teflin Half-Demon Geb. Can I have the honor of welcoming you to the Humble House? You must have been a tiring journey...... Please, please enjoy it, Mr. Hostenbrutz. ”

Kyro glanced at Forty-Seven suspiciously, "Oops...... When did you change such an awkward name?"

"It's not just me who changed my name. Forty-seven bared his teeth at her: "You will call your Morriel sister Archmage Tswakellman in the future...... By the way, I have to make mashed potatoes for her every day. ”。