Heroic Death System

Situated in the south-western part of the woods, the Battle Song Camp usually deals mostly with professionals from all over the country, with the exception of local residents. On the street, bustling, trading sounds all the time.

Wearing a grey cloak, Jean walked slowly into town carrying a basket of fruit. After a short stroll, a vacant spot was found near the tavern to put the fruit down. It is best to go to a crowded consumer place to listen to the news, but unfortunately you don't have the money, you have to go back and ask for help, stay on the street, get familiar with the environment first, and earn a tip.

I just took a rough stroll and have some idea of the price here. The fruit in his basket could earn about a dozen silver coins. Of course, it doesn't matter if you can't sell it, but today's purpose is just to come out and meet the world.

The salmon fruits are very common, and you can only taste them yourself to see what makes them special. For an hour, you can do just one business and sell five balsamic fruits.

A tall figure suddenly appeared in front of his stall just as he wondered if he was going to change places.

He could look up and come close to two meters tall, a short chestnut hair, most of his face wrapped in bandages, revealing only a pair of golden eyes. Although his appearance is very different from that of the past, he was recognized at first sight.

“What are you doing here?” Don't wait to make a sound, someone ask questions first.

It's not strange to recognize him, but how did he recognize himself in the cloak from the crowd?

“Follow me.” Evie lifted up the basket, indicating she could still keep up.

Shortly after Jean-Claude left, the guy who had bought five vanilla fruits came back and saw the empty stall. He couldn't help but stifle his wrist: "MD, come one step later. Sell spiritual fruit as a regular product, no hint, deliberately, really pissed off! ”

Jean followed Evie through the alley into a small hotel. Three or three pairs of mercenaries sat in the hotel, changing cups and making noise.

Several hybrid elves were drinking with their companions, suddenly as if they were sensing something, staring at the door and looking at the cape man who had just entered the store until they disappeared at the entrance to the second floor.

“What's the matter?” Asked a fellow Mixed Elf.

“Nothing," the anomaly sensation just flashed away, the Mixed Elf thought a little and ignored it and continued drinking with his peers. Whatever happens, they can't imagine, what just passed them by is the mother tree incarnation of the Elf bloodline.

Evie will be able to take her into a room with four people sitting in it, talking about something, and seeing two people come in before she shuts up.

“Evie, who is he?” Alvin looked vigilantly behind Evie.

“Friend, Pokémon are good.” Evie put the basket down, briefly, “Alvin, Sandy, Morris, Cassia. ”

“Elves?” The four of them are looking forward to it at the same time.

Jean-Claude took off his hood and stunned them with a handsome look. Hybrid Pokémon, though not uncommon, are rare in number, possess excellent magical talents and are popular in the mercenary world. Beyond that, others are no different from humankind in general, and the appearance is so remarkable that it is rarely seen.

The Four were soothing and welcomed the arrival of Sankoh.

“What were you guys talking about?” Evie blocked everyone's sight without a trace and asked.

“By the way, Maurice heard about Ghost Jade.” Alvin had an exciting look on his face.

“Oh?” Evie looked at Maurice, who nodded silently.

Alvin added: "If the source is reliable, Ghost Jade should be in the hands of the Golden Wings of the Organ Ghost Clan. We were just discussing an alliance and a plan to capture the Jade. ”

“I'm afraid we'll need a lot of oxygen beads by then, and I don't know how many can be refined in three months?” Sandy asked.

“If the ingredients are sufficient, you can refine about 20 pieces in three months.” Evie replied.

“Twenty?” The four were disappointed.

It was a shadowy shock. I didn't expect the oxygen beads to be so hard to refine. I thought it would be easy to see him refine two at random.

Jean looked at Evie and couldn't see any emotions at all on that weird bandage face.

“Evie, why don't you teach other alchemists how to make oxygen beads? Cassia righteously said," Though you have developed the Oxygen Pearl, we should make a trade-off for the Alliance's victory. ”

"Oxygen beads can't be learned by all alchemists," Evie said faintly. ”

“One can't do two, two can't do four.” Cassia won't let go, “one out of ten will learn, right? ”

Is this woman using Evie as a cheap labor force? Let him teach as many as he can?

Slightly chilling eyes can still be swept towards Cassia.

Evie ignored Cassia and said to herself: "Taking the Jade from King Golden Wings is not an easy task, I'm afraid three months of preparation time is not enough. Besides, are you sure Ghost Jade is in the hands of King Golden Wings? ”

“What do you mean?” The four asked together.

“What is the most frightening thing about the Organ Ghost Clan?” Evie doesn't answer the question back.

“Pokémon's natural magic and oxygen elements.” Cassia replied without any hesitation.

“So how did they seal the Fountain of Life?” Evie's tone is flat, "the Fountain of Life possesses the purest natural forces and oxygen elements in the world, and the organic ghosts dare not touch it. Even if they possess vessels that can seal the Fountain of Life, they cannot do so themselves. ”

“They can drive their own slaves. ”

“Yes, they want to seal the Fountain of Life only with the power of other races.” Evie's eyes flashed sharply, "The Fountain of Life is as deadly to them as it is to them. □ □ Do you think they will keep something so dangerous around them? ”

The four showed contemplation.

Evie continued: "The Alliance has been searching for the whereabouts of Ghost Jade for so long that it has received a lot of news about Ghost Jade, but every time it ends without disease. I think we should change our minds. ”

“What idea? ”

“Find clues from the powerful who controlled the Organ Ghost Clan back then. ”

……

After discussions, Alvin and others enthusiastically invited those mercenaries who could join them.

Evie looked at the sky and said to Jean-Claude, "I'll take you home. ”

“Hey Evie, you don't want to join us, and you can't stop people from joining us.” Sandy shouted.

“Yeah, Jean-Claude, join us. Our Bloodbath Mercenaries are also famous on the mainland.” Alvin also appended.

Bloodbath Mercenaries, just listen to the name and don't want to be a part of it, okay? Moreover, Evie was not a member of this mercenary group, and he was even less interested in joining.

Wave and say goodbye to them amicably.

Evie walked out of the hotel and suddenly paused, allowing Jean to wait a moment before turning back to the hotel.

When he comes out again, he has an extra basket of fruit.

Alvin silently looked at him and said, "But a basket of fruit, you want to be so mean? ”

"Evie, give these fruits to everyone. ”

Evie picked it up and gave each of them one with a facial expression.

Alvin: Turns out he really is such a cheap man...

Sandy: Actually, you don't have to force yourself to "cut love in pain” at all...

CA: What the hell? Throw it away!

Morris: No idea.

Evie, not concerned about their belly defamation, took Shanko to the stables to pick up a horse and left the battle song camp in the wind.

“Shh, whoever eats it.” Cassia dumped the fruit on the table.

“Eat lots of fruit and beauty.” Sandy laughed while washing the fruit.

At this point, a man walked into the room with a low head.

“Mikey, are you back?” Alvin said hello to his colleagues.

The man called “McGee” looked up and saw the vanilla fruit on the table. He immediately rushed over like a chicken's blood, picked it up and put it in his nose and smelled it, and he was surprised: "Ah, there it is! You bought it, too? Where did you get it? ”

A fog for four: “Where did you get it? ”

“This fruit! Where'd you get it? How much did you buy?” McGee pointed at the vanilla on his hand and asked eagerly.

“Ask what this is for? Isn't that wild balsamic fruit?” Sandy picked up the fruit, took a bite, and then opened his eyes.

“It's spiritual fruit! Very rare spiritual fruit!” McGee looks sad, “you think it's just plain wild fruit? ”

Alvin and others will turn their eyes to the fruit in their hands, and their expressions will be doubtful.

“It's actually nothing, it tastes just like regular balsamic fruit.” Sandy finished off the balsamic fruit and said calmly to Alvin, "I remember you never liked fruit very much, why don't you give it to me? ”

Alvin laughed and shoved the balsamic fruit into his pocket.

Sandy looked at Maurice again, who was eating with a tap.

Sandy: “…”

“I said, where the hell did you get these fruits?” McGee couldn't bear to ask again.

A few people looked at each other, and the figure of the elf appeared in their heads without a date.

“MD, Evina bastard, must have known!” Sandy scolded, “He took the whole basket! ”

Alvin and the others heard the story while raising a straight middle finger!

Ivy could have returned to the woods by nightfall.

Pokemon jumped out of the woods and hung excitedly on Evie.

Jean laughed and walked over to pick up the elf hiding behind the tree.

Evie saw another elf and couldn't help but ask, "Is she? ”

“Riley.” Railay means Flower Fairy, and hopefully she will one day get rid of the fire poison and become a beautiful flower fairy.

“… how many children do you have? ”

“Twelve.” It's ridiculous, “I'll introduce you later. ”

Twelve, twelve… This number circulates back and forth in Evie's brain.

He wondered if Jean had several wives, otherwise how could he have had so many children?

“If you don't mind, I'd like to meet the mother of the child first.” Evie said with a bandaged face.

“Cocoa.” The bubbles blinked and looked positively, "I also wanted to meet our mother. ”

Gray eyes nodded very seriously.

No words yet, these little guys, knowing that he was a father and a mother, deliberately asked, he was in debt to beat up.

Glancing at Evie, the man's eyes were vibrant and seemed to realize that there was no so-called “mother” at all.

“Hungry, go home and eat.” Evie walked lightly into their garden cottage with Pokémon in her arms.