Chapter 113

In the cold alley opposite the temporary shed.

Two men, one tall, one short, one thin and one fat, silently watched all this.

They wore neat black windbreakers.

The top of the head is a somewhat large windproof hat that doesn't fit the head.

At the end of the hat, a silk scarf painted black like a bird feather fell down, indicating their identity as "black scarf party".

The tall man coughed heavily twice and said in a gloomy tone:

"Although it's an old street with three cares, it doesn't put our black turban party in..."

A snap.

He got a heavy blow on the forehead and even his hat was knocked off.

"Fool."

The short fat man cursed low:

"Why don't you pick up your hat?"

The tall and thin man bent down and picked up his hat with a sullen face.

The short fat man sneered:

"This adventurer who has the courage to swagger alone is a typical IQ tester!"

"What? Unconvinced? If you dare to make trouble in the past, I promise to see your body in the drain tomorrow."

The tall thin man bared his teeth and said:

"You are too cautious!"

"Don't you think I can't see it? He has a gargoyle on his shoulder, with a grade of 40."

"But as long as we call more people..."

A snap.

Another punch.

"What a waste. It's not easy to pick up a hat."

The short fat man cursed in a low voice:

"His mother is so tall that I have to jump up to hit your head. I'm so angry."

"If your sister hadn't begged me to take care of you last night, I would have let you live and die."

The tall and thin man covered his forehead with his hands and dared not make a sound any more.

"Do you think the level others show you is the real level?"

The short fat man lit a cigarette, and his mood gradually calmed down:

"Remember to practice your" insight "higher. Do you see the lovers over there? That's the intelligence personnel of the" stone dragon society ", the member of the" secret society "who sells fake drugs on the left, and that, the flirting woman, nine times out of ten, is the Scouts of the" iris collection. "

"So many elite characters are just watching. Who gives you the courage to go out and cause trouble?"

The tall and thin man looked around, and his face showed an expression of fear.

"Sorry... Brother in law."

The short fat man scolded:

"Don't call me brother-in-law outside!"

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Team leader Hans." The tall and thin man asked weakly:

"Then let's just watch?"

Hans shook his head:

"Pen and paper."

Tall skinny quickly took out the paper and pen.

"The name, Wellington, is mostly a pseudonym.

Age 40+, suspected of cosmetic surgery.

The class is initially speculated to be an alchemist, with a gargoyle at level 40+. It is not ruled out that the Gargoyle is an elite template.

Its own level is 33, which is definitely camouflage. It is preliminarily speculated that its level is 45+, which does not rule out the possibility of transcendence... "

With Hans' extremely fast speaking speed.

Lines of information were written down.

Hans took the letter, nodded with satisfaction, and threw away the cigarette end in his hand:

"Give it to Mrs. McCann."

The tall and thin man was surprised and said:

"This matter should be reported to No. 3 floating island?"

Hans nodded with deep eyes:

"A powerful alchemist deserves the admiration of the old men on the floating island."

"Hurry up, don't fall behind others."

The tall and thin man hurried away.

In the alley.

Hans was alone, smoking silently.

Until evening.

Wellington announced the closing of the stall, and everyone dispersed in disappointment, and there was no trouble.

"What a simple folk custom."

Hans laughed dryly? Say hello to several colleagues hidden in the dark? Turn around and disappear in the alley.

evening.

Roger walked on the path leaving sunrise town.

At first, several people followed.

But when they got out of the town, those people stopped with great discretion.

This disappointed Roger.

"The result of the first IQ test was that everyone passed."

"It is worthy of being a guy who can survive in such a bad environment."

He was going to catch a wave of fish.

While killing several gang members in a fair way? You can also get more demon intelligence.

Now it seems that his level is low.

"Huaibi swagger" this low-level fishing method is no longer suitable for this version.

It is different from the rural ground beetle of the red tea brotherhood.

The gangs in gem city are all old Youzi.

Greasy one by one? Not fooled at all!

The good news is.

Thanks to the lucky man, the demon intelligence of "red earth wasteland" is complete.

Strange to say.

Since the lucky man made a great success? The enchantment failure rate of the touchstone rises sharply.

Later.

The weapon Roger handled was almost broken at one point.

After breaking six weapons in a row.

Roger decided to close the stall.

The eyes of the masses are getting more and more wrong.

If it goes on like this, he is afraid of being besieged as a liar.

in fact.

If it weren't for the Gargoyle's deterrence.

Maybe someone did it.

When he left.

The sixth sense sensed that someone was doubting that the lucky man was his trust.

This made Roger laugh bitterly.

He had a feeling of being plucked.

Fortunately, in these days? Except for the consumption of the touchstone? Roger still earns a lot——

Net profit approaching 20000 copper orders!

This does not include the demon intelligence value as the threshold of enchantment.

"It seems that strengthening weapons is really a good deal."

Think so.

Roger felt a little more grateful for the dead Wellington.

The next day.

Family representatives from the six Floating Islands came to sunrise town one after another.

As the gang leaders judged.

Alchemists who are good at enchanting are highly valued on the floating island.

But the problem is.

Wellington disappeared!

As quietly as he came.

There was no news when it disappeared.

This is hard for all guild leaders.

They mobilized a lot of manpower to search, and some even secretly used the power of divination, and the information they got was still just a scratch.

This matter caused a flurry of excitement in sunrise town.

It took a long time to regain the calm of the past.

It's just in the drain outside the town.

Another pile of disfigured corpses.

And Roger naturally didn't know all this.

As early as the day after the Intelligence arrived.

He embarked on a new road of making friends.

Three days later.

Lateritic wasteland.

The sun is blazing.

On a raised Rock Hill.

A Warthog that had been dead for a long time lay quietly in the shadow.

Roger buried himself in the gravel and was waiting for a predestined person.

Two days before entering the lateritic wasteland.

Roger didn't find a demon.

Soon he found the root cloud of the problem——

The demons here seem to have something to do with purgatory? The pedigree of hornlike demons suppresses their status.

As soon as I smell the smell of the fierce boy, all the demons run away.

Who else would like to say hello to Roger.

Today he chose to act alone.

"I hope it can open."

Roger squinted ahead.

In the mouth of Warthog not far away? There is a bright bead.

Beads contain semi-solid and semi liquid objects.

That's a new prop developed by Roger after half a year of seclusion.

"Thunderstorm beads: ultra high concentration of Lei Yuan polymer"

"Magic abundance: 14"

"Throw / detonate: within the effective explosion radius, the explosion will fix the damage of 480 and make the target fall into a continuous state of paralysis."

"Producer: Roger and his forever brother Ben leilong"

"Production materials: Roger's tail scale and the bladder lining of benleilong"

The production process of thunderstorm beads is endless.

In short, one day Roger was surprised to find that his second form of tail scale was somewhat special.

Pull out a piece and grind it into powder.

By adding a little of the reconstituting agent of Lei Yuan, it has a more terrifying blasting ability than the hand tumor bomb.

Roger was overjoyed by this discovery.

He gleaned his wool happily.

After rigorous testing.

He found that the bladder lining of benraptor was the best packaging material.

So another great prop was born.

Half a year later.

He saved more than 1000 thunderstorm beads.

Enough to start a small-scale war.

In the process of "Thunderstorm bead" research.

Roger also found out the value of the galloping dragon eggs that were originally considered waste——

After simple fire baking, the substance in the dragon egg will solidify into a paste.

This kind of dragon paste has extremely high combustion value? On this basis, Roger developed "dragon fat fire".

"Dragon fat fire: inflammables"

"Magic abundance: 6"

"Characteristics: extremely high combustion efficiency after ignition? The flammability index of items soaked in dragon fat fire +20"

"Remarks: bone crushing and ashes lifting kit +1"

The above two items are the minor contributions Roger made as a pharmacist during his health preservation.

When dealing with human beings? They may not be so convenient.

But when dealing with demons, it is extra handy.

For example, the present.

"Sixth sense: a multi legged earthworm is approaching"

Roger held his breath.

The soil under the stone mound creeps slightly.

Suddenly.

A behemoth broke through the earth? One bite at the delicious Warthog!

Bang.

Before the violent explosion.

Roger, who was quick in eyes and hands, smashed the evil mark out of his hand!

"You killed a multi legged earthworm"

"You got 17 XP"

"Your hair's softness has been slightly improved"

"Gan!"

Roger te spits out the sand in his mouth.

This is the first mark he has painted since he entered the lateritic wasteland!

But this attribute

I can only say that my luck is not very good.

Looking at the fragmented body of the multi legged earthworm? Roger didn't move? Chose to continue lurking.

At dusk.

The dark shadow drilled out from under the stones and rushed to the body of the multi legged Earth Dragon.

Roger had a kind smile on his face.

He seized the opportunity patiently.

Wait until the multi legged Earth Dragon's body is completely covered by the shadow.

He made a decisive move!

A bottle of dragon fat fire was lost.

A little spark lit up.

The ground is ablaze with flames!

The shadows are evaporating at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"You killed a giant ant"

"You got 1 XP"

"Your kidney metabolism has been slightly improved."

"Barely make do."

Looking at those giant God ants struggling in the fire, Roger silently ranked them at the level of "meeting by chance".

It is about equal to the brother of bone dragon and the brother of water ghost.

Just as he was about to get up and clean up the mess.

The sixth sense suddenly sprouted.

In chaos.

He noticed an extremely ugly insect and swaggered into the fire.

After a while, he grabbed a large piece of charred meat about the size of its body and flew out.

"Insects that are not afraid of fire?"

Roger became interested and conveniently marked the "Hunter's mark".

He's going to tail this bug!

Who knows, as soon as the hunter marked his hand, the insect dropped the meat and flew fiercely towards Roger!

Roger dared not neglect and slapped him.

Smash palm!

Slap.

The insect was patted alive by Roger and died on the ground.

"I thought I was so ugly and arrogant..."

Roger was wondering.

New tips are uploaded to the data bar.

"You killed an ethereal dragon"

"You got 1 XP"

"Your reflection speed has been slightly increased"

"Reflection, reflection?"

Roger was so excited that he quickly pulled the "bug" out of the mud.

"It's actually reflection! This is an attribute at the same level as toughness!"

His eyes lit up.

Suddenly.

He felt that the insect on his hand became beautiful.

"Is it..."

"Is this the same at first sight?"

Roger thought silently.