The catastrophe three hundred years ago caused many magic to be lost, such as limited wishing, Misselli Mansion Technique, Misselli Sword, etc. These magic descendants have only heard of names, but have no entity.

As the mercenary union with the widest source of intelligence, it is commissioned by many magic towers and is responsible for collecting news about lost magic. This is a long-term mission. Any clues about lost magic can be reported to the corresponding magic tower and then exchanged for huge returns.

For example, if the mercenary union of Tonggu City really confirmed that the materials purchased by the mysterious spellcaster this time were related to the lost magic "Missla Mansion Technique", then their union would get a large amount of gold coins given by the colorless magic tower and a very precious magic equipment.

This is a huge fortune.

After Liang Lidong left the Mercenary Union, he frowned without going far. Not to mention that he is now at the master level, with a clear ear and a clear eye, he can easily find the little tail behind him. Besides, he already has 10.5 mental power. It is very simple to find someone who is not good for him, unless the other party has special hidden skills, or his mental power is comparable to him.

He turned around and took a casual look at the goods in the stalls around him. With this glance, he locked in the stalker, a thin young man with lv2. Judging from his appearance and temperament, he was mostly a wanderer.

Wanderer is a relatively versatile profession, with good combat ability, good support ability, and good at traps and stealing. If necessary, he can also be used as a scout.

But the opponent's level is too low... If you follow an ordinary spellcaster master, the wanderer is good, but Liang Lidong is a god-born nobleman, with an average attribute growth and a high overall growth, as long as the level is widened. His character attributes completely suppress all low-level professions, including any aspects. Therefore, in Liang Lidong's eyes, this wanderer with only lv2 is no different from an ordinary person.

Liang Lidong continued to walk forward, and when he walked to the street where there were fewer people, he suddenly turned around. A blue magic wave burst out from his body, then turned into an arm, and then grew a palm.

Then the hand, which was entirely made of magic, flew directly to the wanderer behind him. Before he could react, he directly pinched his neck, pulled him off the ground, and then quickly returned to Liang Lidong, throwing the wanderer who was full of horror and kicking his legs in the air to the ground.

When the pedestrians around saw this scene, they almost walked far away.

Even the most courageous ordinary people will be frightened when they see the caster "inciting" in public, fearing that they will not like them when they see them, either turning into frogs or burning to ashes in an instant.

After all, in the minds of ordinary people, the reputation of the spell caster can be compared with the devil.

"Who sent you to follow me?" Liang Lidong looked at the other party with a smile.

The wanderer was so scared that his whole body was trembling. Humans were strange animals, and the more abnormal things were, the more scared they were. If Liang Lidong asked fiercely, he was just a little scared at most, but now his smile was as bright as the sunshine in spring noon, it would make people feel creepy.

The wanderer didn't say anything, he felt something blocking in his throat and couldn't say it.

Liang Lidong continued to smile, but his eyes were now beginning to shine with a blue magic luster. It was getting brighter and brighter, and even in broad daylight, it looked like two small light bulbs.

The wanderer was even more scared. When the legendary powerful spellcaster wanted to kill the little man, his eyes would become very strange. He quickly knelt on the ground, knocked his head to the ground, and said hurriedly: "Your Excellency, please don't kill me, it was the mercenary union who asked me to follow you."

Mercenary Union?

Liang Lidong thought about it, then immediately turned around and walked towards the mercenary union method again. The wanderer was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but suddenly felt that he was being caught by something. When he looked back, he found that two blue magic palms were pulling the clothes on his back together.

He sighed long and then accepted his fate.

Before coming to the Mercenary Union again, no one dared to come up to pull him into the gang again this time. Because the caster's mental power can generally tell others about their current mood.

When Liang Lidong came before, his mental power was stable and gentle. Even a soldier could feel it and know that he was in a good mood. But now it is different. Liang Lidong's current mental power is like a circle of huge waves surging outside, beating around the things and lives, and even starting to feel distorted reality. When outsiders look at him, they are like watching circles of twisted air gushing out of him.

Seeing such a scene, even an idiot knew that the caster was extremely unhappy now, so who dared to go up and talk to him!

Liang Lidong looked at the gate of the mercenary union, smiled, and then asked the wanderer behind him who was grabbed by the mage: "Which floor is the president of your union and which room is it."

The wanderer pointed upwards.

Liang Lidong took out a gold coin from his space backpack with a smile, and then bounced his fingers hard. A huge golden light beam penetrated directly through the entire Mercenary Union building, leaving a huge round hole.

Next to the entrance of the round hole, the president of the Mercenary Union was still drinking water. He was processing documents upstairs. A golden light passed by his eyes, smashing half of his study to pieces.

He was stunned and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

What happened! This strong question kept echoing in his mind, making his thoughts unable to turn.

In fact, it was not only him, but almost everyone in the mercenary union was scared. For the mercenary union, the mercenary union had a very strange position. On the one hand, the mercenary hated the mercenary union's high commission and blood-sucking behavior, while on the other hand, they had to rely on the late mercenary union.

They both felt that the mercenary union was dark, and they thought that the mercenary union was incredibly powerful. They never thought that the mercenary union would be attacked, and it was a single horse, and directly shot the mercenary union with magic at the door of the mercenary union.

In everyone's surprised eyes, Liang Lidong threw down the floating technique scroll, jumped directly into the broken hole, and then walked to the president of the Mercenary Union.

At this time, the president finally came to his senses. He plucked his hair and removed a lot of wood chips and dust. Then he finally understood what was going on, and his face suddenly turned dark: "Why are you attacking our mercenary union? If you don't give me an explanation..."

Liang Lidong waved his hand: "You should tell me first, why do you want someone to follow me? I just bought some more valuable magic materials, so you sent someone over here, wanting to be shady?"

"How could our mercenary union do such a thing?" The president slapped the table hard: "You will give us a suitable explanation now, otherwise!"

Generally speaking, when a dispute occurs, the party with a strong tone and a heavy tone always has some aura advantages, but that refers to ordinary people. Liang Lidong is a professional, and he is also a player, and he is praised by NPs as the moody son of gold.

A long sword flew out of the space backpack and pierced directly into the president's palm, wearing his palms together with the beautiful black wood hard desk.

The red blood flowed on the table, and the leader screamed in pain.

"Otherwise, what's going on?" Liang Lidong smiled: "It seems that I have a bigger advantage now."

"Why are you still standing there? Come up and help me kill him." The president shouted to the mercenaries downstairs: "Whoever kills him, I will reward him with one hundred gold coins."

For the mercenaries, money is life. When someone was about to get ready, Liang Lidong released his mental power and then expanded suddenly... Within more than ten meters around, everyone felt a sudden pain in their heads, as if they were hit by a big hammer with force.

Many casters can do the mental power, but use their mental power to directly attack... This is one of the symbols of master-level casters.

Humans are different from elves. Because humans have too short lifespan, very few humans can reach the master level. Even if there are, they are generally middle-aged people or white-haired old men. Therefore, master-level professions are already considered very powerful people in the human world.

Moreover, it is even rarer to be a spellcaster master as young as Liang Lidong.

Master-level spell casters generally have their own power. Mercenaries lick blood from the edge of the knife and are the group of people who know how to seek profit and avoid harm, because people who do not know how to evaluate the situation generally cannot live long.

Suddenly all the mercenaries downstairs dispersed, and even if someone wanted to watch, they were still far away.

Liang Lidong pulled out the long sword from the table and smiled and said, "Okay, you can tell me now why you sent someone to follow me?"

The president stared at Liang Lidong hatefully. As a master, he rarely was humiliated like this. Even Greenton would not be presumptuous in front of him.

He held the injured right hand with his left hand. Because of the pain, both hands were trembling constantly, causing blood from the wound to splash everywhere.

He just looked at it hatefully, unwilling to answer.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to answer." Liang Lidong didn't have the awareness of "doing evil" and smiled quite sunny: "I can go outside and ask, for example, how many people are in your family, whether there are any cute granddaughters or something. I think they will definitely welcome me to visit."

Looking at the caster who smiled gently, the president was finally scared: "You demon, don't touch my family. Otherwise I will fight you."

"I told me why I was following me, so I wouldn't go to trouble them."

The president gritted his teeth and said, "The various magic towers commissioned us to investigate the news of the lost magic. The magic materials you bought in our union just now, and we suspect that they are exactly the same as the materials needed for Misla Mansion Technique." (To be continued.)

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