Chapter 43: Chapter 044 - Cooperation
Robin's face was a little stony, and Blondie didn't look up, her eyes fixed on the ground, while the trio looked at Johnsan with much more complicated eyes.
Without having to ask, Johnsan knew what they had come for and said to Robin, "Big brother, I haven't eaten breakfast yet, let's find a restaurant to eat while we talk."
Several people didn't object and walked down the bluff to the street and entered a random restaurant, after ordering some food, Robin's eyes roved over several faces and said, "I'm sure you all know already, maybe we were enemies before, but from now on, we'll have to work together."
"I have no comment." Johnsan said first, raising his hand, hissing a piece of roast in his mouth as his eyes flicked to the trio.
Robin looked again at Blondy, who nodded slowly and didn't say anything.
"We don't have an opinion either." The young master's face was a bit cold.
"Well then, let's all introduce ourselves to each other first, so we can have an understanding." Robin picked up the red wine on his glass and drank it in one gulp.
Johnsan, of course, did not need to say much, but the identity of the "young master" made him slightly surprised.
It turned out that this "young master" Elvis was actually the prince of a small principality thousands of miles east of the Lance Empire. This prince is also a genius, at the age of nineteen, he broke through to the rank of Battle Master, in order to break through faster, he begged his father to allow him to go to the Scarlet Valley to train. At first, his father did not agree, and then could not withstand his lobbying, so he gave the other four notices to his side of a few highly skilled guards, under their protection, the prince was all the way to the Scarlet Narrows dusty.
This was all a father could do to help, he was Elvis's father, but he couldn't ignore other factors, a small duchy didn't have many masters, but he couldn't send them all to his son.
"A prince offended by a slip of the tongue." Johnsan's mind was open to calculations, his face unmoving.
That young girl Bertha is a senior priest, Elvis with her, one is to think if there is a companion in the battle injured, also can be healed at any time; Secondly, but Bertha is only seventeen years old, to reach the rank of senior priests, if you can be in the Scarlet Narrows to practice, I think that in the future is also extraordinary.
That wizard, Tommy, was a water magician, and was much more mellow than the impulsive Elvis and the blank slate Bertha.
Blondy is from the Bywater Empire, yet he refuses to explicitly say who he is, Johnsan reckons he must have taken the dark road to the underworld, perhaps the origin of that Scarlet Narrows notice is worth speculating on.
Robin from a small principality in the Bukhari Desert, but everyone did not see his age has been fifty-one years old, as early as more than twenty years ago Robin broke through to the battle saint rank, and then seemed to fall into a bull's-eye, how can not break through to the war god, so came to the Scarlet Narrow Valley.
"Elvis and I are both fighters, Johnsan is a summoner, Blondie is an assassin, Tommy is a magician, and Bertha is a priest, which means that Scarlet Narrows is also going to send out six people of the corresponding professions to fight us to the death." Robin held the crystal wine glass and said in a deep voice.
"I also don't know who made up this rule." Elvis frowned and said, "If someone has the intention to want us to die, they can just draw a high ranked person from any profession, not to mention just the six of us, six more would still be a dead end. Why do I feel that the Scarlet Narrows is completely different from what is described outside."
"This shouldn't be the case" said Magician Tommy, "I asked an old Magician yesterday, and he said that when someone comes out from the Scarlet Narrows side, it must be one of the worst of the various ranks. Just like our Magician side, the person who came out was also a Wind Magician."
"The Scarlet Narrows power levels vary greatly as well." Robin said, "I observed carefully yesterday, like on the warrior side, I found a dozen or so Battle Saints, and a few Battle Gods as well, but there are quite a few Grand Battle Masters and those as well."
"The assassin side is similar." Blondie, who had been silent, suddenly interjected, "I've seen the worst one, a Wind Shadow, and if there's an environment befitting an assassin's ambush, I'm fully confident that I can kill him."
Just like warriors and magicians, assassins had their own unique rank grading, Black Shadow, Dark Shadow, Wind Shadow, Phantom Shadow, Divine Shadow, No Shadow, and No Shadow and then the next level up would be the Holy Realm powerhouses.
At this time, Bertha also whispered softly, "The worst on the priest side is a senior priest, just like me." Seeing the crowd looking at her, she couldn't help but blush slightly and lower her head.
"On my side is a Summoning Saint Master who owns one level seven summoned beast and eight level six magical beasts." Johnsan had also eaten his fill by this time and took a sip of red wine and said slowly, "One rank higher than me, the number of summoned beasts is about the same as mine, and I have one more than him."
"Are you sure?" Robin looked over at him, his expression becoming more grave.
"I'm fine with that." Johnsan shrugged.
"It's useless to think about it more, everyone go back and have a good rest first, take advantage of these three days to get enough energy, when it's time to inevitably have a vicious battle." Robin said and stood up.
"Wait." Blondie suddenly spoke up, "I've asked around, and the location of the delisting tournament can be picked by any of us newcomers, and I'd like to know what everyone thinks."
"Are you sure?" Johnsan's spirits lifted and he busily asked, "What are all the places to pick from?"
"Two places, the first is that gladiatorial arena, and the second is that forest when we came." Blondie replied, his eyes glittering.
"Forest?" Johnsan couldn't help but be happy, aliens were best suited for sneak attacks and assassinations, if he could pick a forest to fight in, he had a few more points of certainty.
"Aren't they afraid that we won't be able to fight and escape?" Elvis suddenly asked a rather idiotic question, and as soon as the words were out of his mouth he regretted himself a little and buried his head.
"It's useless." Magician Tommy sighed and said, "The entire Scarlet Narrow Valley, including the forest when we came in, has all been blocked off by the Boundary Domain, and no one can enter or exit unless they are a Saint Domain powerhouse."
"I choose to be in the forest, what about you guys?" Blondie gazed over at a few people.
Johnsan nodded in agreement and the trio eyed Johnsan in unison as Elvis said, "Aye."
Robin nodded and said, "Then it's decided, it's best for everyone to rest and rejuvenate for the first two days, and on the third day we'll meet once more to discuss how we'll work together then."
With no further objections, the crowd walked out of the restaurant and separated.
"Two plates of roasted meat and three bottles of red wine for four hundred gold coins, it's simply an expensive mess. Would a Holy Realm Magician value money so much?" Johnsan thought as he walked, his heart getting more and more confused.
Not long after returning to the row of caves where the summoner lived, Johnsan but found silence, not a soul in sight, idly walked to the next door to knock on Gourry's stone door, and for a long time there was no response, obviously he was not inside.
Bored, Johnsan didn't want to rest and returned to the streets to go around, which also seemed to be at its busiest at this time of the day, and there were a lot of people on the hundreds of meters of streets.
Seeing that there was a stall on the side of the road selling magical beast pelts, Johnsan was surprised for a moment in his heart and couldn't help but go over and turn it over with his hands.
"Haven't seen you before, new here." The stall owner, a middle-aged man wrapped in tiger skin, greeted Johnsan with a smile on his face and enthusiasm, "I still have the fur of a level seven magical beast here, if there is a need for it I can count it cheaper for you."
Johnsan casually picked up the fur of a level seven magical beast, the Brute Force Giant Scarlet, and asked, "How do I sell this one?"
"Fifty thousand gold coins." The middle-aged man raised his palm.
"You're not blackmailing me." Johnsan grinned, "Grade 7 magical beast pelts are a bit more precious, but they don't cost this much gold."
"Little brother, I just saw you come out from inside the restaurant, you should have eaten, how much is a meal?" The middle-aged man asked with a smile.
Johnsan stuttered, if compared to that four hundred gold coins breakfast, this magical beast pelt wasn't really expensive.
"Where did you get this Wraith pelt?" Johnsan took it in his hand and stroked it, it was smooth to the touch.
"Hunted by myself." The middle-aged man said as he pointed towards the mountains behind the Narrow Valley and said, "There is a large forest there within the boundary field, so you can hunt magical beasts and collect some medicinal herbs to sell in exchange for supplies and living expenses."
According to this kind of high consumption in the Scarlet Narrows, after staying for a long time, I'm afraid that people with even more money will run out of money one day.
Johnsan thought in his mind and was about to pull out his magic crystal card to let the stall owner transfer money, when a sudden cacophony of noise came out from a hotel next to the street, and a woman in waiting ran out and quickly ran towards the stone room where the black-clothed guards in the street were staying.
"Another person is going to be unlucky." The stall owner sighed, his eyes looking towards the dozen or so black-clothed guards that walked over with the maid and shrunk his neck.
Johnsan has the intention to go over to the onlookers, see passing pedestrians are busy avoiding, the hotel entrance is empty, it is not good to go over. A dozen black-clothed guards have gone in, only to hear a few shouts inside, not long before two black-clothed guards dragging a shriveled old man out, straight to the depths of the valley.
"What's going on?" Johnsan asked the vendor.
The stall owner looked around and whispered, ''That man is Fibitch, who has been here for more than forty years and has been hovering at the rank of Great War Master without rising. The money he brought with him when he came here has long been used up, and he is a drunkard, so he even sold his weapons to the weapon store a long time ago. I guess I was caught today because I was drunk and ran in to drink and didn't have the money to pay the bill."
"And what will be his punishment." Johnsan watched the dozen or so black-clad guards disappear at the end of the Narrows and turned his head to ask the stallholder again.
The stall owner shook his head, looking slightly panicked, and refused to say any more.
"Are you buying or not?" The stall owner was getting a little impatient.
"This is a magic crystal card with a deposit of one hundred thousand gold coins." Johnsan pulled out a magic crystal card and held it in his hand, whispering, "Just tell me what punishment he'll receive and it's yours."
The stall owner froze, followed by his face brightening and darkening, shaking his head and turning to look at them for a while, seeing that no one was paying attention to them, before crouching down next to Johnsan and lowering his voice, "He'll have his soul refined by Mr. Donald."
"Refining souls!" Johnsan was startled and said sharply, "Mr. Donald is a black magician?"
"You keep your voice down." The stall owner tugged hard on the Wraith pelt in Johnsan's hand and glared at him.
"Deal." Looking at the stall owner's annoyed expression and the fearful panic in his eyes, Johnsan knew that he wouldn't be able to say anything if he asked any further, so he handed the stall owner the magic crystal card and walked back towards the stall with the magical beast pelts.
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