Oracle of Terra

"Come on, old man, it's not that you didn't see it. If you want to say that my answer is not beautiful, it's just a click."

"No, I'll plead for you and see if he dares to click you."

"Oh, so what's the matter?"

"He does have his difficulties. It can be regarded as some compensation for your involvement in this matter. I can tell you that Tallulah's child is of great significance to Wei."

"You want me too?"

"Come on, I can't get over that old face, but I do want your help in finding the kid."

"Then you marry your daughter to me, and I will help you find it."

"Go, go, brat, I want to eat peaches. I'm just such a precious daughter. Go and ask the surname Wei to marry his niece to you. He has two."

"Come on, I'm afraid it wasn't that I was directly clicked when I said it in the past, and I didn't even have a chance."

After the old and the young talked nonsense, they finally looked at each other and smiled.

"Hahahahahahaha... Forget it! Forget it! You did a good job today, but not every time in the future, this Wei guy will be so soft-hearted. If he asks you to do something next time, don't refuse."

"Will it really click next time?"

"Isn't that right?"

"I just hope that the next time I don't go to some stupid ice field in Ursas to find his niece, then I can't bear it."

"Are you afraid of the cold?"

"I'm not afraid of it, but there are no Yan Kingdom snacks there, I'm not used to it."

"You, Sarkaz, are you used to Yan Kingdom snacks?"

"That's a must, Yan Country's gourmet cuisine is Terra No. [-], is the food in Kazdel's food for people to eat?"

Grandpa Lin thought about it, the resources in Kazdel are not so rich, and most likely there is no good food.

"Forget it, you will help Abo Dong sell fish balls recently, don't tell your fortune anymore, the old man may have some errands for you to help."

"Then, you can contact me directly when the time comes."

"Sure, here's my number."

Mr. Lin's number was added to Telles' Guard Bureau communicator.

Before he left, Mr. Lin's voice came again.

"Don't play Yuxia's idea!"

"I prefer those with lordosis and back curl!"

Sarkaz's answer made old Zarak a little bit dumbfounded. Although her precious daughter is beautiful, she is indeed not bulging.

Tsk, what does he want to do, even a cheap girl can't cheap that brat.

14. Mostima's Kazdel Adventure

Why did it become like this?

The blue-haired fallen angel was fighting in the ruins of the battlefield, surrounded by chaotic artillery fire, his staff was inserted beside him, on his left and right sides, and around him was Sarkaz who surrounded her Elite fighters.

Why was she involved in this civil war initiated by two bloodlines of the Sarkaz royal family, who upholds the belief that the messenger of natural disasters seeks good luck and avoids evil?

The time goes back a little to about 12 hours ago. At that time, she had just arrived in Kazdale, met her contact person, sent her letters, and then met an acquaintance when delivering the second set of letters.

"Is it you again?"

Those were three mercenaries called Hedley, W, and Ines.

"I didn't expect to see messengers from other places twice here in Kazdel."

Even the experienced mercenary Hedley couldn't help laughing bitterly at this encounter. After meeting Mostima, they found a Sarkaz courier again, but unfortunately, that unlucky courier died last week, so they They had to spend a lot of money to hire messengers from outside to deliver letters to Kazdale for them.

"You're not so much a Sakota, you're more like one of us, right? Fallen Angel."

The venomous W can't help but be surprised by such a wonderful reunion. After all, it is a rare situation to see the foreign messenger twice in Kazdel.

"I'm almost wondering if you're a spy."

Ines still couldn't see through the information conveyed by the angel's shadow. Her inner being was too chaotic, and there was really no information to dig out from this messenger with two racial elements, angel and demon.

She felt like a floating cloud to herself.

Every time, she had the illusion that her Originium skills were not working properly.

"Haha, I don't mind if you think so."

Smiling and handing over the letter, Mostima maintained her happy attitude towards life, and then remembered the agreement she had made with her friend.

"Speaking of which, would you Sarkaz mercenaries buy this thing?"

Mostima took out the 'trash' talisman that her friend Telles called from her pocket, and the faces of the three mercenaries changed when they saw the thing in her hand.

"Where did you get this thing?"

Especially Hedley, who has been struggling in Kazdale for so many years, is even more surprised. There are many ancient rituals in the Sarkaz race, and the technology that can miniaturize those large ritual devices lasts. Some of them are called talisman craftsmen, of course, most of them will only make the kind of talisman that makes the holder go berserk, or the last wave has a tendency to self-destruct.

It's better to say that in the current Kazdel is the mainstream.

"A good friend of mine made it for me. Can you sell it for money?"

Mostima remembered that similar items were worth a lot in Sarkaz.

"You actually know a talisman craftsman."

"The Berserk Talisman is useless."

W glanced at it and lost interest. Although the talisman was considered a luxury in a certain sense in Kazdel, but compared to this kind of suicide prop that the avant-garde would use, she, the half guard, didn't like it very much.

"W, you should learn how to identify those talismans. What she holds in her hand can save a mercenary's life, rather than attracting people to snatch it."

"Ah? Isn't it the Fury Talisman?"

W killed a lot of Sarkaz idiots who rushed up after going berserk, so she never had any expectations for things like amulets.

"No, I have only seen this thing before. It was a talisman made by an old talisman craftsman for my father. The talisman named [Life Plating] is generally an old technology, but The workmanship in your hands is still very new. Although it is unbelievable, those craftsmen who know this kind of technology are all serving the royal courts, and they will not give amulets to mercenaries, let alone a messenger of natural disasters from other places gone."

Hedley, who was once from a big family in Sarkaz, was well-informed, allowing him to recognize the value of the objects in Mostima's hands, but Mostima narrowed his eyes even more.

"A friend of mine did it for me."

By the way, he still calls this thing... trash?

"Friend...then that friend of yours should be from the royal family or an ancient craftsman family, which is also a very rare workmanship in Sarkaz. If you plan to sell this amulet, I can consider buying it , can be used by Ines.”

"Hedley, you are really partial."

"Ines is a warlock, she needs this talisman more than you."

"Wait, wait, don't be so anxious, Mr. Hedley."

"Well... That's right, this talisman is extremely valuable, if you don't plan to sell it, Ms. Mostima..."

"Why don't you consider one for each of you?"

The blue-haired fallen angel smiled, and took out two more amulets from the bag he was carrying.

Hedley also raised his eyebrows when he saw the two talismans of the same type.

"That's right, you know a craftsman, mass production is not difficult."

However, Hedley remembered that this thing represented honors or medals awarded in the long past, but in the current era, it is regarded as a trade item.

It seems that Kazdel has indeed declined.

"But it's really a well-made amulet, and it should have been regarded as a collectible in the past."

"So this really isn't the Fury Talisman?"

W looked at the black talisman that was sent to her hand. The pattern and workmanship on it were indeed much better than those violent talismans she had seized, but based on the idea that everything would be bad, W would rather believe that this thing is fake. products, and I don’t want to believe that a fallen angel knows the Sarkaz craftsmen who serve the legends in Hedley’s mouth.

"W, if you don't believe me, you can try it."

"How to try?"

Among other things, W still has curiosity about novelty gadgets.

"Shoot me a shot."

--boom!

Even before Hedley finished speaking, the howitzer ballista in W's hand was shot out.

"I've been wanting to try this for a long time!"

"Wow..."

Even Mostima, who has always been indifferent to most things, couldn't help being surprised at the 'unity' of the Sarkaz mercenaries.

"Although I have confidence in the effect of the amulet, your decisiveness in firing still scares me."

"You asked me to drive."

Seeing that Hedley was fine, the curiosity of those gadgets in W's opponents became much stronger.

"This is really a good thing."

"Well, as I said, it can give you a life."

Hedley narrowed his eyes as he felt the reduced energy inside the talisman because of W's swipe.

Not only the workmanship, the maximum effect of this talisman should be able to sustain about one or two fatal attacks, which can probably allow Hedley to get one or two more knives in battles of the same level.

"If possible, I'd like you to introduce the talisman craftsman to our team."

"I can introduce you, but he is in Longmen, far away."

"Flame Kingdom?"

Hedley's expression became a little strange again, because it is impossible for the talisman craftsman to leave Kazdel, and it is impossible for the kings' courts to let the talisman production technology go outside, but if what Mostima said is true , then this talisman craftsman is a craftsman who is not recorded in the records of the royal courts and has the ability to make ancient talismans.

Unfortunately, they are infected.

"Forget it, there may be a chance to meet each other in the future, but for now, let's complete this escort mission. Thank you, messenger, your amulet has given us a good security."

"It's just a fair trade, don't thank me, in fact, I still have 2 left, do you want more?"

"................."

In addition to the two talismans he used, Mostima sold a total of 3 to the Sarkaz mercenary trio, leaving two 'junk' talismans. As for the high-level talismans Telles gave him, She didn't even dare to take it out.

After all, she was a Lateran, even though she was a fallen angel, the way that Miss W looked at her was indeed dangerous.

In the end, Hedley didn't buy the two talismans, but he also proposed a good plan for Mostima. Together with his escort team, when the escort is over, he will introduce the talismans in her hand to him. The employer of the time, the other party should be interested in this ancient amulet produced only by the royal courts of Sarkaz.

Of course, the premise is that nothing happens during this trip.

So time goes back to the present...

"Ah, selling things is really a skill, maybe it's time to ask Croissant for advice in the future."

A magic missile blasted a rushing Sarkaz warrior into a Yuanzu Gundam. Mostima raised his eyebrows when he sensed the elite Sarkaz being surrounded by them.

"Is there something wrong with these guys?"

At least she doesn't think these Sarkaz are mercenaries. Their well-trained level reminds her of the white-clothed troops of the Lateran Holy See Tribunal. Those are elites who have undergone systematic training, and these demons can fight against comparable to.

Is it reasonable for a mercenary team to encounter these people?

"Forget it, it doesn't make any sense to think about it."

Fortunately, she brought a lot of attack-type amulets, and the spells she stored along the way were enough for her to deal with these terrifying elite Sarkaz fighters.

"Although I don't know why there is Sakota on the battlefield, but since I am with them, I can kill them."

"You Sarkaz would talk nonsense with the target? This is the first time I know, it's really unprofessional, [Lock of Desolate Time]."

"Varied..."

The staff was activated, and the Sarkaz elite warrior who had drawn out his saber stopped there. Seeing the strange stop of his partner, the other warriors also stepped forward, and Mostima took out his friend and gave it to him without fear. talisman.

"Lock of Desolate Time, deluxe ten-shot version."

The staff was stored, and the amulets filled with left and right hands began to throw out spells that stopped their consciousness continuously.