Mysterious journey

"You can just heal yourself and leave. We don't owe anyone anything." Garen replied calmly, "I only help you because you once saved me."

"That's different. I didn't save him completely back then, so I still owe you a debt of gratitude." Sixth is a bit serious in this regard.

"Whatever you think." Garen turned to look at Xingnuo, "But if you really feel that you owe me a favor, then help me train this child. Although he does not have the gift of consciousness, his own His will and fighting instinct are outstanding.”

Hearing this, Liu Liu took a closer look at Xing Nuolai for the first time. "Is this your request? If I train her out, will it count as repaying your love?"

"Yes." Garen nodded in confirmation.

"It is indeed difficult to deal with talents without consciousness, but as long as you are not completely isolated, other so-called talents are just an illusion. Most people can't do anything, but it doesn't mean that we at the inheritance level can't do anything." Sixth Weiwei said proudly. "In five years, I will have her on the path to consciousness."

As soon as these words came out, not only Xingnuo was stunned, but even Garen was slightly surprised. Being able to say such a certain thing means that Xingnuo will definitely have the hope to break through the restrictions in the future and truly become a practitioner of consciousness!

"I, I, really can...!!!??" Xingnuo stood up excitedly. She, who had been silent all the time, now looked red in the face and extremely excited.

"As long as I said yes!" Sixth replied calmly. "You don't need to question it, as long as you follow my instructions, I will ensure that you break the restrictions within five years."

"Okay, it's settled." Garen also smiled slightly. Compared to asking him to transform and transplant mutated organs, this path was naturally more suitable for Xingnuo. He was also happy for this strong girl. Moreover, arrangements have been made for this little guy so that he can study in Central City with peace of mind.

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A few days later.

Mechanic's Domain, Follower Registration Tower

The tall black tower is surrounded by faint white clouds. Above it is a light blue shield. Outside the shield are large and dense flocks of countless flying birds that cannot be seen in number.

People were coming in and out of the entrance and exit of the tower one after another. At this time, there was an exit registration office on the second floor of the tower.

In front of the black wooden table, several masters were standing in front of the table, using their fingers to write their departure time and approximate follower's stay time on the virtual light screen in front of them.

Garen quickly wrote down the planned stay time for his followers on the light screen, which was about a hundred years. The free stay time here is ten years, and the subsequent time requires ten crystals to be paid every ten years, which is equivalent to rent. .

However, although they did not expect that there would be rent here, the two hundred crystals left for the sixth and second people were enough for them to spend.

Garen finally took out his black key and stamped it on the end of the completed registration document.

With a buzzing sound, a key mark was left on the light screen, and a complex wolf-shaped pattern faintly appeared on it.

As for the contact place he left for, Garon directly filled in the capital of Nagadako.

"Brother, are you going to the Nagadako capital too?" A slightly familiar voice sounded from the side.

Garen looked over and saw that it was the chubby little fat man who came over at some point. There was also a white light curtain floating in front of him, with the words "Go to Nagadako Capital" written on it.

"That's a paradise for learning the techniques of transformers. I'm very interested in transforming myself, so naturally I want to go there." Garen nodded. "And you?"

"My home is over there. I am going back to my hometown." The little fat man scratched his head and said. He changed into a red exquisite robe and wore seven or eight gold, silver and jade rings on his fingers. He looked a bit like a nouveau riche country rich man. . The yellow hair on the top of the head is braided into many small braids, with a bare patch in the middle and top without any hair.

"Let me tell you, is this your first time going to Nagadako Capital?"

"yes."

"Then don't forget to visit Star Core Plaza!" The little fat man licked his lips.

"Star Core Plaza?"

"There are stone monuments left by the top kings there, as well as the Nilan tree left by the only Galaxy Empress in Huangdang District. The selection square under the Nilan tree is specially used to select middle and low-level people in the main city. There is an endless stream of people who are talented Mechanic Masters, and there are garrison personnel from many sects, big and small, there all year round. If you want to get the most formal and orthodox Mechanic Master education, you must join a sect." The little fat man explained in a low voice.

"Must?" Garen was slightly puzzled, "I checked from the intranet information. There should be a paid library and paid tutors in Nagadako City, right?"

"Of course there is, but how can it be possible for those skill masters who study freely to be cultivated quickly by the school? And the most important point is that only the school has the two most critical resources." The little fat man said mysteriously.

"What resources?" A nearby energy mechanic who was also filling out a form also came over, looking very interested. Obviously, these things Xiaopang said are things that ordinary people don't understand very well.

"That's the star core and supporting secret techniques!" Xiaopang chuckled.

"Star core and supporting secret techniques?" This was the first time Garen had heard of these two things.

"Most people don't know very well why most of the martial arts masters of the school have their own powerful abilities, and whether their own combat power or cannon fodder combat power is far superior to that of ordinary martial arts masters, even one versus three can be easily done. Among them, secret technique is the key.”

"What about the star core?" The energy master next to him frowned and asked in a low voice.

"Star core? That is a necessity for entering the inheritance level." Xiaopang raised his finger and shook it, "Without this, no matter how talented you are, you will not be able to enter the inheritance level of the energy master. This is a natural resource that can only be controlled by In the hands of the sect, and for the ordinary folk weapon masters, if they want to enter the inheritance level, there is only one way, choose the sect to join."

He reached out and patted Garen on the shoulder.

"Brother, look at the immature expression on your face, go to Zhuxin.com and check the information carefully."

After saying that, he turned around and left, and the list in front of him had already been filled out.

The energy mechanic who also looked unclear about everything looked at each other and Garen, and both of them obviously decided to go back and go to the Heart-killing Network to check for relevant information.

When Garen came back from the registration tower, he did not go back to the bunker, but directly entered the supernatural space.

And finally, the message he sent to Xilin through the supernatural space finally got a reply. Everything was fine with Xilin. The main family thought that she was aware of her increasing talents, so they took her away from the Black Pan Territory in advance and avoided it. The chaos started later, and Nuonuo's parents and sister were also taken away by Xilin using his authority, avoiding the chaos of the current war in the Black Pan Territory. It was a great blessing among misfortunes.

After quickly replying a letter, Garen informed the other party of his whereabouts and told her that he was about to go to the capital of Nagadako.

Then it’s time to sort out all your preparations.

There are still a hundred crystals on the body. There is no way to improve the Secret Martial Arts without red malachite, so I will put it aside for now. It will take a long time to reach the fourth level as a weapon master, so there is no hope in a short time. The only thing that is better than other weapon masters now is close combat and the enhancement of marked creatures by twisted seeds.

For the same creature, Garen was able to use the twisted seed to strengthen it to three times its original size. Everything else about him is about the same as the average Mechanic Master of the same level, and even far inferior to many wealthy Mechanic Masters. However, the ordinary cannon fodder creatures that have been strengthened three times are enough to upgrade the elite creatures that can only be produced as a test bed. This would give him a huge advantage. If used well, you should be able to quickly accumulate a large amount of resources.

Following the little fat man's suggestion, Garen went to the website called Zhuxin.com, which mainly deals with assassin missions and intelligence missions. It is very easy to access through the internal network of the Nengmai Master, but the external network cannot. There was a lot of information on it, so Galleon purchased some of what he needed at a low cost, only using a dozen crystals.

Everything is ready and there are no more temporary worries. Garen sent a message directly to Mingjia.

More than ten minutes later.

In front of the pure white light door, Minga crossed his hands and put them into his wide sleeves, standing quietly and looking straight at Garen.

"Are you all ready?"

"Well, everything is ready."

"When you go there, you have several ways. One is to find a way to participate in the trials and find opportunities to join the school, but this is too early for you now. The second is to find a place to work first and earn living expenses in a big city. The cost of living is very high, so you have to be mentally prepared. And once you go, it will not be easy to come back." Mingjia warned.

"I understand." Garen nodded. He must go. If he hangs around here, he may not be able to return to his original fifth-level peak strength in a few years. If he doesn't go to a big place, he won't have more resources. Wanting to kill the Seventh Wind God General and Fila can only be wishful thinking.

"Then, I wish you all the best." Minga finally whispered. He stepped aside, gently took out a pink crystal in his hand, and gently threw it into the white light door.

boom! !

A fierce white light swarmed out and turned into an illusory white shadow, gently swarming towards Garen in front of the door.

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In space, on the surface of a desolate yellowish planet.

Tall brown volcanoes stand on the surface of the planet. Each of these volcanoes is metallic in color and is thin and pointed. White beams of light were continuously sprayed upward from the top opening, reaching straight into the sky, like white pillars.

On the ground between the dense volcanoes, large tracts of brown-yellow buildings are piled up like messy goods, irregular but dotted. Some high-rise buildings with square pillars stand tall, and there are also many buildings with sickle-shaped roofs scattered sparsely. There is also a sky above. Airships of various sizes were floating up and down, or sailing slowly.

Throughout the city, white light spots were flashing everywhere. Every time the light was lit, a person disappeared or appeared.

A large number of people poured out of the landing spaceship, and some also walked out of the elevator at the bottom of the volcano. As soon as they came out, they were swarmed by a large number of taxi drivers waiting on the street. Each then got into a different vehicle.

On the spacious light yellow road, cars carrying passengers levitated and flew away, and new taxis were constantly added to unload the passengers who were about to leave.

At the bottom of one of the metal volcanoes, inside the huge arched yellow door, the black door like a water curtain suddenly poured out a large wave of new visitors.

These visitors were dressed in different clothes, much like a large number of extras walking together without changing their clothes. Some of them looked like wealthy businessmen, some looked like students, some looked like workers, some looked like soldiers and officers, some looked like housewives, and some even looked like beggars.

Among them, on the left side of the crowd near the main door, was a strong young man wearing a white pilot's tights and shoulder-length black hair. The eyes between his hair were constantly carefully observing the surrounding movements.

His hair covered most of his face, and he looked slovenly. As he walked along the flow of people, he was soon spotted by a taxi driver.