Reed took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. The silver pocket watch of the human being, lying in the big furry claws of the lion, was more like a pocket toy—a quarter of an hour before the meeting. After staying with others for a long time, he was also used to the timing of seconds, which was more accurate than the Taria carving.

The light from the dome passes through the canopy and becomes darker, and it becomes darker after nightfall. It was not like this in the past, but for the sake of the Saint Selected, the tree people are meticulous.

The big cat man looked up at the curly glowing fruit pods hanging from the trunks, and together with the fireflies summoned by the goblins, they formed the night color in this golden woodland.

This place reminded him of the holy forest in the Giant Tree Hill. While he was thinking, he suddenly felt someone bumping into him from behind. The Big Cat man turned around and happened to see three weird people wrapped around him walking past him.

"Everyone, you have lost your stuff." He spoke immediately.

The three of them turned around together. They were covered with a long cloak and a hood. They looked around with their eyes vigilantly under the brim of the hat, and found that they had not lost anything.

The three of them looked at the tall Lion Paladin at the same time, and asked dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing?"

The little girl, a naturalist near the Big Cat, looked at the former with a clear look of black and white, and then turned to the three of them. She opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't make a sound - she just took a weak breath.

The Lion Paladin was not as timid and cautious as the latter, and smiled and said, "You are all polite and upbringing, so I suggest you pick it up-"

"Damn it," said one of the three of them in a muffled voice: "Where are the lunatics coming from? You're looking for trouble, right?"

Before he could finish his words, a reflection hit him in the face. The big cat man immediately pulled out the holy sword and said in a vernal voice: "Under the witness of Marlan——"

The man in black immediately grabbed his own people and whispered: "Forget it, don't cause trouble..."

The man was also in a cold sweat. He looked at the Lion Paladin and scolded him for being crazy about these tin cans. But before Reed finished reading the lines, the three of them turned around and left without saying a word.

Jita even heard a curse coming from afar:

"These damn Rotao barbarians!"

She looked at the Big Catman, opened her mouth, and finally made a nearly inaudible sound: "Mr. Reed..."

"Don't worry," the big cat man put his sword in his hair and smiled and said, "I don't plan to act seriously with them. He is strong on the outside and on the inside. Have you seen it? Jita, you don't need to worry about these people. Sometimes you need to be brave."

"I, I know..." Jita replied in a weak voice.

Reed looked at her with gray eyes and shook his head gently.

At this time, a group leader who was not sure about the situation came over and looked at the two people who were in the conversation with a little curiously, and couldn't help but ask, "What happened just now?"

"No, just a little conflict," Reed replied, looking at the latter: "Why, are you there, little guy?"

Fang Zhu couldn't help but look at Ji Ta.

Jita's face turned red. She didn't know how to lie, but she was embarrassed to betray the big cat man, so she nodded like an ostrich.

Although Fang Yu was a little skeptical, he still replied: "They are inside, let's go there together."

Judging from the considerable consultation fees given by the Qihai Brigade, those people arrived very on time.

They sat in a corner of the hall, including Cui Ye, for a total of five people.

The poet introduced the other party very well. The four of them were the most ordinary life professionals. Three of them came from Patunan, a city in the middle of Nognes. The remaining one came from the Port of Travelers, a scholar from the Miners Association, and the Silver Medal of the Ishurien Geographic Society - but that place was actually closer to Asuka.

However, since it is the convener, this identity of Aitalia is more like a number on paper, and it is not important. Everyone can find common topics soon.

The scholar asked him curiously: "Are you the master who has been very popular on the battlefield recently?"

Fang Yu was confused: "What a great god?"

"What Cuiye told us, isn't it? Master, you are really from the top ten guilds, which guild is it?"

The poet smiled shamelessly and sent him a message: "If you don't tell them like this, I can't tell them. Such secret messages will not be revealed to outsiders."

Fang Yu glared at this guy with annoyance. This guy was just talking nonsense.

However, he also understood that everyone has learned it over the years and will not easily sell the information they have at a low price. The information that is revealed inadvertently finally becomes the key to important events.

Although they may not be able to use it, who would be willing to be the beauty of others? Even the natives learned this with the conveners.

But he was still not used to lying, so he shook his head and said:

"What kind of great god am I?"

Of course, this is worth comparing with whom. Fang Zhu thought he was still far behind Ms. Ming, Odin and others.

But the scholars are unyielding: "Why don't you count? I heard that those teams rely on your investigation to dare to fight. Without the activities you participated in, they refused to send people out of the valley. They also have combat craftsmen, but they are useless compared to the great gods?"

Exaggerated and exaggerated, Fang Yu couldn't help but blush - of course the facts were not outrageous yet. The reason why those teams did not send people out was purely because someone had ambushed the crystal outside before.

In fact, other combat craftsmen can also find lurking enemies, but they are not as accurate as him. However, this has nothing to do with reconnaissance efficiency, but simply risk control.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! But this cannot be explained, otherwise it will only become darker and darker as the plot is. Fang Yu does not want to be regarded as a public enemy by other combat craftsmen. He had to cough lightly and said, "Let's just talk about the serious business?"

Fortunately, his "identity" of a great god may have some prestige in the eyes of several life professionals, and he brought the topic back to the main topic in just one sentence.

Everyone was the convener, and Fang Yu didn't need to exchange greetings. He went straight to the local area and asked about the situation at that time.

He learned some details from Cuiye in advance. Several miners said they had met those people, but the key was whether what they both believed was the same group of people.

He must identify this from the details.

The scholar was the first to speak. He thought for a while before answering: "...We can't remember clearly whether it was in the middle of July, whether it was the sixteenth or seventeenth day."

"It was seventeenth day," but another miner replied firmly: "I remember it very clearly that the day before we found a large piece of soil source crystal, that day. At that time, we were looking down along the canyon for a better mining area, and then we saw those people in the crack below."

At this time, another person nodded: "It should be so. I also remember the situation at that time. At that time, we were still a certain distance from them, and they did not find us at the first time. At first, Ten thought they were people from the expedition team, because there was still an unopened area below. For safety reasons, life professionals generally would not go down. Old Ten and others were going to say hello to those people, but I stopped them."

Fang Yu couldn't help asking: "Why?"

"Because I am a little cautious, I feel that those people are not the same as us. The expedition team is also from other guilds. We know most of their battle suit styles, but those people are different. And they carry weapons, and I worry about getting into unnecessary trouble."

"Then what?"

"We didn't plan to cause trouble, but we didn't expect them to stop. At that place we continued to move forward, they would probably find it, so we had to stop. After they stopped, they seemed to be talking-"

Fang Yu asked again: "What are they talking about?"

The man shook his head: "It's too far away to hear it clearly. But then they seemed to have arguing and their voices became higher, so we heard a few words clearly. One person said, "Rolin is just not enough to make trouble." I remember this sentence very clearly, because something like the dark dragon invasion happened to happen to Varik at that time, which caused a lot of controversy. I remember one of them named Rollin, and I don't know if it was the same person."

Fang Yu frowned and instinctively told him that this Luolin was Pi Luolin, and he was a Dragon Worshiper. He calmly continued to ask, "Is there any?"

"They also mentioned the Door, Idus, the substitute, but they couldn't hear it clearly. They didn't discuss it for too long and then left."

"In what direction did they leave?"

"On the other side of the crack, there should be an exit leading upwards. We didn't follow us, and we didn't know if anyone else had seen them."

"You haven't seen these people again since then?" Fang Yu asked.

Several people nodded together.

Fang Yu asked again: "Have you ever told other people about this?"

The scholar replied: "We told the leader once that the leader reported this matter. He sent someone to search for these people at that time, but it was left unresolved. After that, not many people cared about it, because there were many free candidates below, and it might be that we had admitted our mistake."

"Okay," Fang Yu took a breath, feeling that there would be no mistake. Regardless of whether the other party was a Dragon Worshiper or not, he was definitely a dark believer. He thought for a while and said, "Do you still remember that place?"

"Of course I still remember."

"Then can you draw a map for me?"

The few people looked at each other and nodded.

But the scholar among the four was about to speak. Suddenly, Jita, who was sitting beside him, stood up from his position and looked around with a serious expression.

Fang Yu was slightly stunned and couldn't help asking, "Jita, what's wrong?"

"I feel like the ether flow in the air is a bit abnormal, Brother Ed, someone is gathering elements."

Several miners were stunned for a moment, and people could still feel the flow of ether? This was the first time they heard this novel statement, and the scholar pondered slightly, opened his mouth and looked at Jita: "You, you are...Bo,Bo..."

“Here?”

Jita nodded slightly.

Fang Yuran suddenly raised his head and looked around. The big cat man's claws also pressed on the hilt of his sword. The gathering of elements means that someone is casting spells. As the ancestor who dismantled the spells, naturalists are very sensitive to the flow of all spell energy. However, Ji Ta felt that this way, most of the time it would not make any mistakes.

The killer magic accounts for more than half of the elemental spells. What else can someone chant such a spell in such a dense place in the ‘safe area’? What else can I do if someone chants such a spell in such a dense crowd?

However, it is better than the ability to detect the Big Cat Man. A target quickly emerged from his silver-gray gaze. The man was wrapped in a tight cloak, holding the elemental staff in one hand on the edge of the table, and lying with words in his mouth.

Although Reed could not feel the flow of ether, he could not understand what was happening when he saw these three "acquaintances".

He immediately spoke, "Ed, Jita, over there."

Jita looked over and saw the three people, and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Jita," Fang Yu ordered: "Demolite his spell."

The naturalist lady nodded, held her hands and a big silver book appeared in her hands. When the scholar saw this book, he didn't understand Jita's profession and stood there immediately.

A naturalist comes from the noble profession of Yingang, the top of the scholar's ivory spire. On the day he became a scholar, he listened to his mentors' troubles in mentioning the inheritance of this profession.

There are also legends about them circulating above the community, and the top candidates walking in this ranks, but he has never seen them before.

Until today—

The elemental messenger was still unaware of it, but his spell had reached its end. He suddenly stood up from his position, held his elemental staff and pointed to a certain direction in the hall of the tree.

A flame-colored crystal appeared in the air and whistled there under the other party's instructions.

But the fireball in the imagination did not appear. After the crystal cracked, it turned into a less obvious flame. The flame rolled out and swept over the heads of everyone.

The element made his face look dumbfounded. He looked at his left hand and thought he had remembered the spell wrongly.
To be continued...