The Servant of the Magic Marks of Transmigration

After leaving the main city, Funk was going to go out of the city, but Pound said he had to go home (Lord's house) to pack up, so the two turned to the outskirts of the town.Lord rented a cabin next to an abandoned mining site somewhere far from the center of town.

Halfway through the journey, there were too many people who stopped and turned their heads, and Funk also noticed that he dragged Pound into a store when he passed the business district in front of the square. When he came out, Pound was wearing a gray woolen cloak; The most popular wind enchantment is attached to it, warm in winter and cool in summer.

However, the reaction of passers-by cannot be entirely blamed on Pound's face, funk is also one of the reasons for turning back.Although northerners can occasionally see them in the southern part of the empire, there are very few funk-looking vicious ones. One is gloomy and the other is clean like an elf. Such a big gap makes these two people look so good in the eyes of others. obvious.

Walking out of the busy area, Pound put on the brim of his cloak and couldn't help asking, "Since you can sense wind and fire, why don't you use a magic stone? The wind magic stone is a wind element, and you should be able to use it." Based on past thinking Mode, Pound believed that strength is security.Being stronger is naturally more powerful.

But Funk lowered his head and asked, "Is he your former master?"

The distance between Funk, who is nearly two meters, and Pound, who is about 1.7 meters, is almost [-] centimeters.

"No, the city lord is, what?"

"It's fine if you don't. He's looking at you in the wrong way," Funk frowned. "Don't like it. You're not right either."

Pound was surprised in his heart, "Your eyes are wrong?"

Pound could vaguely guess Barlow's gaze just now; Brother Ming also had this gaze when he looked at Miss Ballroom, but after a short time with him, he thought that Funk was a careless person with no intentions, but he didn't expect that he also had a keen side.

"It's a bad thing," Funk said firmly, and asked quickly after a pause, "He didn't bully you, did he?"

Pound looked a little weird, "Why do you think so?" Isn't Funk the real bully?

"He looks at you like this today, and you obviously don't like him," Funk frowned again, "He transferred you to me yesterday morning, and then..." Then his face became ugly, "Could it be that last night Are you not drunk?"

"Who told you I was drunk?" Pound carefully observed Funk's expression.

At this time, Funke Wheat's face was a little dark red, and he was also a little suspicious, "One, someone knocked on the door early in the morning and asked if someone broke into my house last night. Before I answered, they said you were missing. Maybe drunk and went to the wrong room, they are looking for you..."

Pound stared for a while before turning his gaze back to the front.

Whether or not the funk was cheating, it doesn't do any good to pursue things after they happen.You just need to know who the real murderer is.Besides, if Funk hadn't faked it, it would be even more difficult to get rid of this admission three years later.

"...That's right," Pound responded.

Hearing this, Funk's expression loosened a lot, and he scratched his head uncomfortably, "I mean, I'm drunk too... The wine here is really weird, I obviously didn't drink much, yet I'm so drunk..."

Pound stopped answering the conversation, and Funk felt that the air was a little stiff, so he insisted on talking, "But Barlow is really not right today, there is a rancid feeling around him..."

"Rotten?" Pound was also willing to change the subject, "Is this what the northerners say?"

"Probably," Funk glanced at Pound, and Nana said, "Like you, it's fragrant and a bit spicy."

"Smell?" Pang De looked back, intuitively thinking of his favorite beef noodles, "Are you a dog?"

Seeing that Pound paid attention to himself again, Funk became lighter, "What is a dog?"

"An animal with a very clever nose."

"It's not a nose, it's a feeling," Funk tried to explain honestly, "We feel the same way when we encounter wolves or a flood, but instead of smelling, something's wrong with us... Well, I don't Will say, you believe me."

Pound searched his memory, "Are you all northerners?"

"Not really, but there are quite a few. The most sensitive one becomes our priest, so he can lead the clan to escape major disasters, and even the patriarch has to trust him," Funk emphasized.

It is not unreasonable to think that the world can be balanced between north and south.Southerners have magic, but northerners have keen intuition and physical ability.And if it has both, wouldn't it be... Pound thought lazily.

After a sudden stop, he grabbed Pound, "If there is a stone like Barlow, I have it myself." After finishing speaking, he took out a stone from the ring and handed it to Pound, "If you want, there are still stones in it." There are many."

Looking at the various stones, Pound was really surprised, "Are they all high-purity magic stones?" He thought they should be very valuable.

Funk nodded triumphantly, "Of course, the more transparent the higher the purity, you can tell by looking at it. Some missions specially send this kind of stone, Lesi and the others sold all of them, but I keep all of them. I want to say that I can always use them in the future. Isn't that the end of the wait?"

"You still have a lot?" Pound couldn't help asking.

"A lot."

"How many are there?"

"Oh, like gold coins, I want to count..."

Pound immediately looked around and found that they were only a few minutes away from Lord's hut. Without any more nonsense, he pulled Funk and walked quickly to the hut.

***

The hut that Lord rented was next to the mining site. It was a temporary house built with leftover materials. It used to be a simple liaison office. It was dilapidated and small, and it could only shelter from the wind and rain.Funk stood in the room and had to bend his waist slightly, and finally just sat on the floor.A room is almost full after he sits like this.

Pound ignored the pity that was about to drip from Funk's eyes, and asked Funk to take out all the magic stones.

No wonder Pound was curious. Lord's progress in learning magic by himself was so slow. Pound didn't think he would be any better than Lord with no resources. Now that there was a ready-made method in front of him, Pound would be willing to try it.

After Barlow talked about the application of high-purity magic stones just now, Pound also remembered that this method seemed to be recorded in Lord's scroll of basic magic.The high-purity Dharma stone has a more academic name called "Pure Dharma Stone", which made Pound not connect the two for a while.

It is written in Lord's magic scroll that the magic stone with element attributes can assist the magician of this attribute to sense the elements in nature, whether it is condensed or released.Beginners can use them to condense elements from outside the body, while advanced ones can use them to circulate and expand the affinity of elements in the devil's body.In nature, there is also a kind of pure magic stone with all attributes, but it is hard to come by, and the specific function scroll has said that it does not need to be introduced in the basics.

I saw Funk sitting on the floor obediently taking out handfuls of stones of various colors and placing them on the ground.

Each of them is at least the size of a palm, with a strong and pure color, crystal shaved, some are polygonal crystals, some are round like pebbles, and some are strangely red with gold, and blue with green.The most peculiar thing is that three of them are only the size of a thumb, showing a golden color different from yellow, and the flashing light inside has colorful colors.Pound glanced roughly, there were hundreds of them, and Funk was still digging out.

Pound looked more and more surprised, "How long have you been a mercenary?"

"Almost four years, I was out of the clan when I was 15 years old." Funk replied.

"Fifteen?...You are nineteen now!?" Pound's expression cracked.

Fang Ke paused, seemingly displeased, "You also think I'm thirty? Mena always said that before..."

Pound opened his mouth, unable to think of words, and asked dryly, "You can receive so many stones in only five years?" Was this magic stone not as valuable as expected?

"How could it be so good?" Funk put on a look of disgust; it was revenge for Pound's previous surprise, "Half of this was found in a certain dungeon. Our task at that time was to find an ancient rubbing , The employer said that we can take anything other than rubbings. We stayed in the city for seven days and found a lot of things in several darkrooms inside, these stones, some armor, and this ring.”

"You can take the master of the dungeon?" Pound couldn't help picking up the golden stone to observe.

"It's dead long ago. The owner said that the dungeon must be at least 800 years old, and the fire-eyed poisonous spider can build a nest there." Funk grabbed another handful of rocks, looked around, and decided to put it on the bed. There was not enough floor space.

Pound stopped Funk's counting operation, "You pick out the fire-type stones, and let's try the method Barlow said."

"Just try it," Funk shook his head, "All the magic stones are reserved for you."

"I need you to teach me, if you succeed." Pound put down the stone, "I'm an earth type, but I don't know how to detoxify. If you want me to join the team, you have to let me practice first."

"No!?" Funk stared, "But, Barlow said..."

"No matter what Barlow said, I really won't," Pang Deweidu said tentatively, "Of course you can go back on your word, and I will return the 1000 gold coins to you, but it will take some time, and you can wait until then to transfer my magic pattern .”

"Transfer?" Funk's eyes widened, looking angry, "To whom!?"

"Nobody wants a heel rope around their neck," Pound looked at Funk calmly, "I want to untie it."

Funk stared at Pound, with a rare and complicated expression, and then scooped up Pound with his long hand. The room was small, and Pound fell on his lap easily. He said flatly, "Let me help you." Then he rubbed Pound with his chin , added in a low voice, "You don't need the gold coins, anyway, what's mine is yours."

Pound froze in Funk's arms for a moment, wary of more movements, and finally found that Funk was just rubbing against himself; like a big bear holding a fish and refusing to let go.Pound wasn't disappointed, but he didn't want to discuss these anymore, so he stuffed a rock into Funk's hand, "Try the rock."

Funk looked down at Pound.The drooping eyelashes of the boy in his arms have covered those sky-like blue eyes, and his unsmiling lips are as soft as flower petals.More beautiful than Mena, but just as unhappy as Mena.

Frustration flashed through Funk's heart, and he couldn't help rubbing his hands again, making sure that Pang De stayed in his arms obediently.

This time, he will try to make him know that he will be the best and the best for him.