The Servant of the Magic Marks of Transmigration

Pound and Funk were taken to the living room of Stone City to wait. Before the steward Barlow appeared, Funk was letting Pound play with his space ring.

It should be said that space rings are divided into levels.High-level interspatial rings can recognize the owner with a drop of blood, while intermediate-level ones require specific magic power to be activated, and low-level ones have no restrictions.

This funk is considered an intermediate level, and it must be opened with the fire element and the wind element. The dual element restriction improves safety, and it can actually be regarded as an advanced magic item.And Funk can use the ring freely, which also means that Funk has the magic control ability of dual elements.

However, most of the magic envoys in Cyrus Continent are single-line.Even though some demon envoys are talented and can sense magic elements of more than one element, it is not easy to cultivate the affinity of elements of a single element, and the development of two elements is considered to be a sloppy approach.

Even so, Pound was still very curious about the dual system, and some questions flashed in his head. When he wanted to ask more, Funk looked at a loss.

"You ask how to train? I don't know." Funk scratched his head, "We don't like this in the north, I just use what I can use, and this kind of ring is what Les said he must know."

"Less?" Pound heard the name for the second time, "Your teammate?"

"Well," Funk nodded, "he is the one who knows the most in our team, and he and his brother Yale are teammates. They are archers, responsible for long-range, and I am in close combat, which is just right," he said with a smile.

Pang De raised his eyes, this big guy wants to say that he is worth two people?

"Aren't mercenaries supposed to be as strong as possible? Have you ever thought about looking for some magic books?"

Funk wrinkled his face, "Who wants to see that kind of thing?" He looked like he was avoiding it.

Such a mention seems to be.It seems that Lord also has a few scrolls of basic magic training in his hand, but no one teaches them, and the difficult sentences are so abstract. It seems that there is no such concept as vernacular in this world...Thinking about Lord's slow self-study progress before, For things like magic, it seems that someone needs to teach it to be more efficient.

Pound came to a conclusion secretly, and changed the subject, "But how do you know that this ring needs to be opened with two elements?"

"There are item appraisers in the guild. You have to send weird things to see if they are worth anything."

Pound nodded, but Lord's knowledge about mercenaries was not complete. "How many things can you put in it?"

"It hasn't been filled, but I can't put this sword in it."

"So it's okay to be big?"

"No. There are quilts and tents inside, which are also very big. Shall I show you?"

"...No. I just want to know the rules. Haven't you asked the appraiser?"

"If you can put it in, just put it in, if you can't put it in, you can carry it," Fang Kexian was puzzled, "Need to ask?"

Upon hearing this, Pound silently threw the ring back to Funk.

The decision to regard funk as the guide of the world may be too wrong.

"It's a pity you can't use it," Funk put the ring back on, and added after a pause, "I'll get you one later, but I'll get the auction house in Dacheng, which isn't available here."

"The worst is fine, I hate nadon nashi." Pound didn't refuse, he was very clear about his situation.

Now he relies on funk for food and clothing, no matter what happens in three years, he can just pay off the borrowed money when he is able, at this time, being hypocritical is just asking for trouble.

"Hey, buy what you want. I still have some gold coins, wait until I pour them out and count..."

In the middle of speaking, Funk was lightly kicked by Pound.

"Sorry for the long wait." A hoarse voice came out.

***

Five people entered the reception room one after another.The leader was a middle-aged man in a black robe embroidered with complicated patterns. His face was pale and his footsteps were sloppy, as if he hadn't slept well every night. He was followed by two guards and two servants, full of style.

The leading middle-aged man is the steward Barlow.

Barlow is one of Pound's second brother Berlin's cronies. After Berlin took over Quinn City, he was appointed as the steward here.Originally, Barlow was very unbalanced, thinking that among the many cronies, why did he come to this place where birds don't lay eggs.He didn't understand that he had long been judged by Berlin as quick success and short-sighted, and it was most suitable for him to come to such a small place to make money.

Sure enough, in just a few months, Barlow fully realized the true meaning of "I would rather be the head of a chicken than the queen of a cow".Although he was far away from the power center of the capital, the days when there were no one to overwhelm the stars and the moon were really comfortable. After staying for a long time, Barlow almost became king, and he turned back to a dog in those days when he only came to inspect in Berlin.

No, look at the gold-embroidered robes, rings and jewels on Barlow's body. These are all tributes to the quarry merchants.

But the beauties mellow wine and sing songs every night, and Barlow's body is getting weaker and weaker after being entertained.

So when Barlow saw the silver-white figure beside Funk, he stared for a long time before he twisted his words, "You, are you..."

Pound stood beside Funk, looking back with a gloomy face, but said nothing.

In a sense, Lord was killed by Barlow. If Lord was still alive, he would have gritted his teeth in hatred.But Pound didn't want to act too much and make Barlow think about it.Now is not the time, and when he is able, Pound doesn't mind asking Barlow to settle the score.There is a loan and a repayment. I borrowed Lord's body and repaid his murderous revenge.

At this time, Barlow was still immersed in shock, unable to recover for a long time.

The skin is like creamy fat, eyes are like shining stars, the perfect facial features are exquisitely carved, and the graceful neck, back and waist are all so just right!How can a person change so much in just one night?Barlow tried hard to recall the situation when the guards forced the youth to drink aphrodisiacs last night.

Yes, at that time, the boy had puffy eye bags, dark cheeks, dark and big lips, and his eyes were almost covered by long hair, so it was all a disguise before?If he knew this earlier, he would have known this earlier...Why should he obediently obey Berlin's orders! ?The Mageweave Envoy was already unable to stand up, and Berlin only went south for a few days a year...

Barlow sighed.The most beautiful boy I've ever seen in my life... could have been my own!

As he thought about it, his breathing became difficult, and his sight was blocked by a tall figure.

"Barlow? Mr. Barlow!" Funk frowned, "Are you okay? You're not feeling well and go to rest, but give us the stone first, we have to go. Where's the stone?"

"Of course," Barlow returned to his senses, his slack jaw trembled, "someone, bring something."

Hearing this, a servant behind Barlow took a step forward holding a box, opened the box and showed two thumb-sized gray stones inside, and then handed the box to Funk.

"This is the wind magic stone from this city. Look carefully, there are few impurities and good purity. It's not common in other places." Barlow put on a haughty expression.

Funk didn't look at it, grabbed it and put it in the ring. "Got it, let's go, happy cooperation."

After speaking, he turned his head and grabbed Pound's shoulder, turned his head and walked towards the door.

Barlow hurriedly said, "Wait, I haven't finished yet..."

"What's the matter?" Funk turned sideways, but also stood between Barlow and Pound.

"I still have three of the highest purity wind magic stones in my hand. As long as you accept another mission from me, they will also be yours!" Barlow's mind was running fast, and he wanted to keep him in the city no matter what.

This kind of freelance mercenary running all over the continent may be three or five years later after leaving the city. If he wants to take that silver-white boy as his own, Barlow has to take the savage in front of him before he goes far. kill.

Because the master's dead master's magic pattern servant will enter a deep coma, which is a kind of coma caused by the magic pattern. Only after connecting with the next new master, the magic pattern servant will wake up again.This mechanism is also to prevent the magic pattern servant from returning to the master after connecting.

It's just that Barlow has a problem. He is not a magician himself, so he can't connect the boy to himself.After killing the savage, how to keep the boy by his side?Maybe find a magician to cooperate and share this boy together? ...seems feasible, but he would really like to have it all to himself if possible...

Obscene thoughts came one after another, and Barlow's plan was completed in an instant, before he was about to speak, Funk had already waved his hand.

"No, we're rushing out of the city, anyway, no matter how pure the stone is, it has to be ground into powder..."

"Grind into powder!? You savages!" Barlow stared at the words, his emotions were somewhat real, "High-purity magic stones can be used to temper one's own magic power! Aren't you also a magician, don't you know that this is a giant good stuff?"

Pound's heart moved, and his body moved slightly.Funk seemed to feel something, and asked, "How to exercise?"

"Because of the pure mineral structure, high-purity magic stones can release the magic power smoothly. The magician can use this kind of magic stone to continuously output the magic power and then retract it, forming a cycle, allowing the magic power to continue to flow in the body. In this way, the affinity of the elements can be improved," Barlow said, "Affinity is directly related to the amount of magic power that the magician can mobilize from!"

However, after a hundred or so cycles of a magic stone, the structure inside the mineral will gradually change, forming a blockage, and eventually it cannot escape the fate of being ground into powder.To be honest, this kind of magic stone is still a consumable, not as magical as Baroqua's.

After listening to Funk, he still shook his head, "I'm not interested," he hooked Pound's shoulder, turned his head and walked towards the door, completely disrespecting Barlow.

Here, Barlow was slapped in the face before he even said his plan, his jaw was shaking with anger, but he was helpless.

Although he could use the guards, he didn't dare to block people openly.After all, he only reported Funk to Berlin last night, and if he stopped Funk at this time, Berlin would definitely be able to easily find out his ulterior motives.Beauty is important, life is even more important.Therefore, Barlow's original plan was to throw out a dangerous mission, and then find someone of his own to form a team with Funk, and assassinate Funk during the mission, which would be perfect.

But he didn't even have a chance to speak.A savage is a savage, so ignorant!

Barlow thought gloomily, it doesn't matter, it's just a little troublesome... He still has a way.