Heimarian Odyssey

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update to the latest chapter of the Cavaliers Journey!Lifting a giant container onto the conveyor belt, a parrot-like bird World of Warcraft sideways its head, curiously watching Locke busy outside the cage.

"Rock! It's time for lunch!" Harris's voice came from the side of the mountain-like cage.

"Well, I know!" Locke said with a throat and walked to the cage holding the Parrot Warcraft. Before the beast reacted, Locke pulled the three pink spikes on his head and pulled down two. .

"Goo~Goo~" The World of Warcraft that lost two heads was as if it was hit hard, fluttering its wings and hiding inside the cage away from Locke.

"Two crimson feathers." Locke took a small book from the space ring, secretly wrote it down, and put the crimson feather into a wooden box.

The work of the transfer area is a dirty and tiring job for others, because they have to face countless Warcraft and exotic creatures all day long, but for Locke, this is simply a paradise for him.

After a little packing, Locke put on a clean dress, went out to find Harris, and went to dinner with him.

His little actions don't talk about others, Harris and Jasmine just look at them. Locke is not a stingy person. If he earns a point, he won't treat his own person badly, and it's blocking their mouth. .

The staff of the transfer area take advantage of their duties to find benefits for themselves, and there are very few completely clean people. Locke can only say that he is bigger than anyone else.

After all, those who dare to take their organs in the sober state of Warcraft, here is how he, a high-level knight, dare to do so.

The strength of the red parrot, intermediate Warcraft, even if it was branded with a soul, it is not something that magicians can act on. It must be sprinkled with various weakened magics before they dare to get started.

"Where to eat?" Locke put his arm on Harris's shoulder and laughed. These days they have been familiar with each other. Harris, who is an intermediate apprentice, is obedient to Locke.

"Go to the second floor of Santa College," Harris suggested.

"OK!" It seemed that thinking of the secret warthog leg on the second floor of Santa College, Locke licked his lips.

Santa's welfare treatment for its internal magician is so good that Locke, the knight, is looking at it with jealousy.

Not to mention the package accommodation, every meal provides free ingredients below the intermediate Warcraft level, the focus is on unlimited, for the big stomach king like Locke, it can't be better.

Locke, who has become an experimental assistant to Master Ashaal, is now a layer of qualifications to enter the Santa at will, and he can enter and leave the Santa.

Locke can now put on a robe of a magician and act as a fake student.

The work in the operation area is mainly busy in the morning, because the new slave creatures will be delivered in the early morning, and most of the registration work in the afternoon, Locke will not go, and Harris and Jasmine are enough.

"I have to go to Lord Ashael in the afternoon, and I will hand it over to the side of the operating area." Locke wiped his mouth with a napkin and said to Harris opposite him.

"Go ahead." Harris nodded. Both he and Jasmine knew that Locke was now an assistant under a formal magician.

"By the way, what is the name of the official magician?" Harris asked curiously, and Locke hadn't spoken to them before.

"It's a female magician named Ashaer." Locke replied.

"Who?!" Harris choked on the caviar in his throat. "Cough, you say it again?"

"Master Ashaer, what's wrong?" Locke asked doubtfully.

Harris did not answer him, but gave Locke a pitying look.

"Good luck." Harris spit out a no-brainer.

"What the hell is going on?" Rock asked, grabbing Harris' sleeve collar. Master Ashael is well-known among magic apprentices.

"This adult Ashaer is said to have not accepted apprentices so far, only recruited experimental assistants." Harris said, "And those experimental assistants of the apprentice level have rarely persisted for two months."

"Why? Is Lord Ashael too harsh?" Lock asked.

"No, because they can't stand being transformed into freaks," Harris replied.

"An unlucky guy once had his legs cut off by Master Ashaer and transplanted the roots of an ancient tree. It took only half a month for the guy to die." It seemed that he remembered the miserable situation at the time, and Harris also Having no appetite to eat, put down the spoon with caviar in his hand.

Suddenly Locke had some scalp tingling, and he remembered what the master wizard said to him when he saw the magician Ashaer, "Experimental materials?" Locke fought a cold war.

"Does the holy tower matter?" Even if the formal magicians squeeze the value of magic apprentices, the holy tower will never ignore it if it involves human life.

"Why don't care, I heard that Lord Ashaer was fined a lot of energy spar after that time," Harris said.

The life of a magic apprentice is actually equal to the mineral such as energy spar. It has to be said that it is very ironic in the real world.

"Admiral Ashael's strength is at the top of the first-level magician, and there are some privileges." Harris looked very open. He had been studying in the Santa for almost ten years. What kind of things did not happen? I've seen it, and I've seen it before.

Even Angelina didn't expect that the work she introduced to Locke would be so dangerous. Originally, she thought that Ashaer was the sister of her mentor, so she took over the task with the mentor.

Locke, who had eaten lunch, didn't stay too much, and went to the 82nd floor of the Santa with his own things. Since he already knew that this adult Ashaer was so bad, how dare he be late.

Lord Ashael’s door key Locke had one in his hand, which was given by Master Ashaer when he left that night, but that’s all. Locke’s scope of activity was limited to the living room, whether it was an alchemy laboratory or a meditation room. , Or the element pool and other rooms, he is not qualified to enter.

As soon as Locke entered the door, Ashaer, who was meditating mentally, had sensed it.

"It's early, did you bring something?" Still in a black robe, Ashaar came out of the meditation room.

"Bring it!" Locke hurriedly bent over to take out most of the materials in his space ring, some of which were requested by Lord Ashar before, and some were Locke's own possessions.

No way, in the face of life and money, Locke chose life, money can be earned without money, and nothing will happen if life is gone.

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