Chapter 287 Mission

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Taking the last bit of red melon pulp into his mouth, Locke rubbed his full belly with satisfaction.

On the other side, the magician Ashar, who is not close to strangers in the eyes of outsiders, is also leaning on the wooden chair, with red juice residue on the corner of his mouth, and a few black melon seeds sticking to it. There is absolutely no official magician adults should have. temperament.

"I didn't expect that the blood of this watermelon man would be injected into ordinary watermelons, and it would also have the effect of giving birth." Locke still didn't know what to say. His eyes secretly looked at Mage Ashar. This Mage looked lazy, but he was usually very rare.

Without answering Locke's words, Ashar stretched out her tender white fingers and snapped them gently, and the filth on her face disappeared instantly after eating.

"Try other flavors next time." Licking her lips, Asha's eyes flashed with malicious intent.

Locke shrugged, neither supporting nor opposing. Outside the tree house less than a dozen meters away from them, a wrinkled watermelon corpse was randomly discarded there.

The watermelon man, who is powerful enough to be a quasi-knight, activates the goblin. After contributing all his blood, three ordinary watermelons in the wizarding world are born. Next time, the magician Ashar plans to do something with the activated goblin, but it is not about Locke. matter.

After staying here for a while with Mage Ashar, Locke said goodbye and left.

The handover team from the Holy Tower is about to arrive, and the 5,000 activated goblin civilians will be handed over to the handover team.

When this group of teams arrives, they will give a sufficient number of activation spirits to several official magicians as a reward.

This was the reason why all the magicians waited patiently here after the capture of Grey Cloud City.

As an Overseer-like role among slave creatures, Locke was fortunate to participate in this handover event.

The half-human-height green-pian man waved his whip and scolded the revitalized goblin civilians who were being driven below, and the demon hound with cyan smoke in his mouth paced left and right to see the eyes of his prey, staring at them. Activated fairies tied together, a thousand-year-long snake-shaped slave team is slowly advancing.

There, a large floating ship with a length of 300 meters was docked in midair.

"Can you hold so many living fairies?" Locke, holding a branch in his mouth, asked curiously to a magic apprentice who got off the floating boat.

This middle-level magic apprentice with yellow hair and freckles on his face is a rare talker who tirelessly shows off what he knows to Locke.

"Hey, it's only 5,000 heads. Last time I took 7,000 heads." The freckled magician laughed. His name was Ron, and he claimed to be a royal son of the Betel Kingdom.

The Kingdom of Bittel, Locke has never heard of it, he can be sure that it is not a kingdom on the Misia continent, but it is estimated to be a kingdom on two other adjacent continents.

While chatting and laughing, Ron introduced to Locke how this floating ship, which is only a few hundred square meters, could hold thousands of living goblins.

"Just put it inside. This is a structure designed by Master Famut himself. There are five floors in total. In theory, it can hold 10,000 living goblins." Rom said.

Even if the floating ship is designed to have a five-story structure, Locke is sure that it must be unimaginably crowded. These five thousand activated goblins will go up, and when they come down again, there will definitely be hundreds of them due to trampling and empty space. Small and suffocating.

The life and death of these activated goblins has nothing to do with Locke. He only knows that with the arrival of this floating ship, he can reap about two grams of activated spirits.

The floating ship came and went quickly. That afternoon, after accepting all the prisoners in Grey Cloud City, the floating ship lifted off and flew towards the seventh theater.

At the next stop, Mist City, Locke is looking forward to the upcoming battle. He feels that under the push of a sufficient amount of activation essence, he is likely to reach the pinnacle of high-level servants - the quasi-knight level within two years.

"This is your mission!" In the hall, Babrina handed a black cloak to Locke, and in addition, handed Locke a dark yellow spar.

A few minutes ago, Babrina called Locke here and gave him a task that made a difference.

It turned out to be mixed into the mist city, and the black hood is the magic tool that conceals Locke's identity, and the dark yellow spar is the spiritual translator that helps Locke and the activated fairies communicate normally.

Kayla and Ashar Mage are not here at this time, otherwise Locke really wants to ask the two official Mage if he also knows the task given to him by Babrina.

In the end Locke's choice was obedience, and he didn't have the right to refuse a mission request from a full-fledged magician, even though the mission seemed dangerous.

After Locke took over the task and left with his incomprehension and resentment, in the room, Kayla and the Magician Ashar suddenly appeared.

"Is it really good to let him go as a high-level attendant?" Kayla, who was wearing a white robe, hesitated.

"No way, this misty city doesn't seem to be as simple as we imagined, and we have already reported to the Holy Tower, and we must find someone to investigate."

Mist City, because of the clouds and mists that linger around the city all the year round, makes it difficult for the outside world to communicate with the city, and those clouds and mists are not ordinary clouds and mists, so the spiritual detection of magicians has no effect on this.

Looking at Locke's distant back, there was not much strangeness under Ashar's dark eyes.

What kind of fruit should I try next time, Ashar thought about it, the watermelon cultivated with the blood of the watermelon people that day was quite delicious, and Ashar and Locke later tasted several other types.

Ashar didn't even worry about the danger of Locke's trip.

Dressed in a black hood, Locke led the Demon Hound and walked within the Mist City.

Whether this cloak can really help him avoid the eyeliner of ordinary activated goblins, Locke doesn't have much in his heart. What he wants is to finish the investigation and leave as soon as possible.

Outside the foggy city, countless milky white spar grows in the woods. These spar are more like some kind of plant. Locke once tried to break it. The stubble position, the white sap is left, and the smell is a bit like tree sap.

These milky white spar are more like the main reason for the formation of the white fog in the misty city.

Why didn't several official magicians come by themselves, or send a clever slave creature to detect, Locke accidentally kicked a stone on the ground.

"Who!" A strange voice came. Although Locke had never heard this language, he could clearly perceive what the voice contained.

The dark yellow spar on his chest was slightly hot, and Locke, who knew something was wrong, hurriedly kicked the Demon Hunter away, "Run!" After giving the Demon Hunter an order.

The Demon Hound turned into a red light and rushed out of the clouds.

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