After Nuoyaji led them to deal with the group of people, they stopped in a clearing at the edge of the woods.
Sunlight leaks through the gaps in the tree crown, casting countless small, irregular light spots on the ground. The wind passes through the leaves, making a rustling sound.
The dark red crystal ball on the top of Na'er's staff was still glowing slightly. Her breathing was a little short, but her face was fine.
Chaluoke pushed the last person to the ground and patted the dust on his hands.
Nuoyaji squatted down and pulled out a copper badge from the arms of the stunned man. The pattern of the badge was a bird with its wings spread out, holding an olive branch in its beak.
Nuoyaji put the badge in his arms and stood up.
"Those guys, an organization called 'Salvation Society'."
The sound of Nuoyaji is not loud, but it travels far in the quiet woods.
"Should I say it or not, there are really a lot of messy organizations on this continent."
They are similar to Destruction and Revelation Society, but smaller and more secretive, and they have some cooperation with Silence Organization, the organization that studies ancient creature technology.
That small town was one of their experimental sites back then.
Na'er's face was not pretty, his lips were pursed into a straight line, and the vertical lines between his eyebrows looked particularly deep in the afternoon sunlight.
... Let's go." Na'er's voice was very soft.
Then, they followed the information and came to the southern city of the Karelia Empire.
It is located on a plain and is surrounded by large areas of farmland and orchards.
There were guards standing guard at the city gate, but the inspection was not strict. I just glanced at their faces and waved them through.
Nuoyaji's original plan was to find an adventurers' association, issue a commission, and then meet some "friends" by the way.
His friends are near this city. Although they are not strong, they have unique abilities and can help to a certain extent.
Then he looked at the man next to him who was covered in black robes from time to time.
"Caesar Your Majesty".
When they were about to leave, Caesar suddenly flew over and threw a creature to them, telling them that it was his clone and that he would "run a group" with them.
What the hell? Nuoyaji I can't understand this guy.
A human-shaped object made of black metal and some material he had never seen before.
He stood there like a soldier who had pressed the pause button.
It doesn't matter, just take it with you, it can be regarded as an extra high-end combat power.
So they - Nuoyaji, Chaluoke, Na'er, Yifula, and the creation remotely controlled by King Ghidorah, called "Black Owl No. 2", walked into the city together.
Yifula should have continued to stay at Gerlen City, where she would have someone to take care of her, have food, drink and a place to live, which would be safe and worry-free.
Nuoyaji told her before setting off, and she nodded and said "ok". Then when they walked out of the city gate, she ran over from behind, her white hair fluttering in the wind, and her red eyes sparkling.
She ran to Nuoyaji and stopped, looking up at him without speaking. Nuoyaji looked at her and was silent for a moment.
"Let's go." He said. Yifula nodded and followed him, nibbling on the bread.
Now she was standing next to the clone of Caesar, her red eyes glancing at the black metal bump from time to time.
Her expression was very calm, neither curious nor afraid, as if she was looking at something familiar.
The city's Adventurers' Guild branch is located on the main street of the city. It is a three-story gray stone building. The wooden sign is engraved with the emblem of the Adventurers' Guild - a shield with a sword and a staff crossed on the shield.
The door was open, and the sounds inside poured out from the door, like the buzz of a vegetable market.
Nuoyaji opened the door, walked in, took a deep breath, and shouted.
"Everyone--I want to initiate a commission!"
His voice was not high, but its penetrating power could still be heard clearly by everyone in a noisy environment, making the hall quiet for a moment.
Many people turned their heads and looked at the group of people at the door.
A young man in a robe walked at the front, with an iron sword on his waist. Behind him followed a middle-aged man in a dark gray coat, with his hands in his pockets and a calm expression.
A woman wearing a crimson robe held a staff that was taller than her body. The dark red crystal ball on the top of the staff was glowing slightly.
There was a little girl with white hair and red eyes. There was also a girl whose whole body was shrouded in a black robe, exuding an aura that made people instinctively want to retreat.
Many people can see that this group of people is not bad at strength, except for the apprentice in front.
"Hello, gentlemen and ladies."
The receptionist at the front desk is a young girl. Her voice is clear, she speaks quickly, and she has a professional smile on her face.
"If you need to entrust something, you can come here and fill in the information." She took out a form from under the counter, placed it on the table, and placed a quill next to it.
Chaluoke walked over, took out a small bag from his arms, and placed it on the counter.
The mouth of the bag was not tied tightly, and the purple luster escaped from the gaps in the bag, like tiny, glowing stars in the afternoon sun.
The hall was quiet again.
"Shall I go... gem?" An adventurer sitting in the corner couldn't help but whisper.
"A bag of gems? So--"
"This is the reward." Nuoyaji's voice came from in front of the counter. "My mission goal is to find the real culprit of 'Silent City'."
Everyone was stunned for a moment.
Then they started whispering. "Silent City? Didn't you say it was caused by a natural disaster earlier? No, the empire said it was man-made."
The adventurer paused, "What's that one called--"
"Chaluoke." The person next to him answered.
"Yes, that's the name. It is said that he is a near-legendary mage who once defeated the famous Southern Continent strongest magician in Bolundeng country, and became famous in the mainland at that time."
The adventurer's voice became smaller and smaller. "Looking for him? Isn't that asking for death..."
Everyone discussed, but no one took up this task.
No matter how much money you have, you have to spend your life, and it is difficult to find people. It has been so long since that incident, and Chaluoke has long since disappeared from the sight of all the countries in the mainland.
Some said he was dead, some said he was living in seclusion, some said he was assassinated by a mysterious organization.
No one knew where he had gone, and no one dared to look for him.
Someone stood up.
Angnade, a platinum-level adventurer, is the only one among the Adventurers' Guild in this city who wears the platinum-level mark.
He was tall with broad shoulders, wearing a shiny leather armor, and a broad-bladed dagger at his waist.
There is an old scar on his face that extends from the tip of his eyebrow to his cheekbone, making his face look a bit fierce, but his eyes are gentle and brown, like two stones washed by a stream.
He walked over from the corner and stood in front of Nuoyaji, looking down at the young man who was half a head shorter than him.
"Hey, what's your name for this--?"
"Nuoyaji." Nuoyaji's voice was calm.
"Okay. Our team has accepted your request. Now, do you want to go over there and sign the contract?"
Angnade raised his chin towards the counter.
"Okay." Nuoyaji nodded. He walked over and quickly signed an agreement with Angnade.
He wrote the contents of the commission on parchment - to find the truth of the "Silent City" incident and find out the real culprit and the organization behind it.
The reward is a bag of gems.
The agreed time is one week, starting from today, it will be completed within seven days.
"Okay." Angnade folded the parchment and put it in his arms.
Members of his team stood up one after another from the corner - a young swordsman wearing chain mail, a mage wearing gray robes, a young woman wearing leather armor with two short knives on her waist, and an elf carrying a long bow.
Nuoyaji They walked out of the door of the Adventurers' Guild.
"By the way, why are you going through so much trouble to fix it?"
Walking out of the door, King Ghidorah controlled the creation to open the door.
Black Owl No. 2's voice came out from the blue gap across the face, with a metallic and slightly trembling tone.
Nuoyaji paused for a moment.
"Your Majesty, well - because the main purpose of coming here is to attract some people's attention, and then let the news spread.
Salvation Society's people are definitely not found by adventurers alone, unless they are legendary adventurers.
We paid a large price and spread the news. Later, the news that "we have solved some members of Salvation Society" will also be sent to some black markets. Then Salvation Society should come to us on his own."
"It's all about gambling, I thought you would have a smarter approach." Black Owl No. 2's voice.
"Ha..." Nuoyaji's voice was filled with a hint of helplessness.
"However, it should be more than what you said, right?" Black Owl No. 2's voice.
Nuoyaji was silent for a moment.
"Yes. As expected of your Majesty." His voice was a little lower. This... because I have a few "friends" nearby.
Although they are not strong, they have unique abilities and can help us to a certain extent.
Next, I'll probably put you in a pub, and then I'll go out and find some friends.
"A very honest boy."
"Ha... ha." Nuoyaji laughed twice.
He doesn't dare to be dishonest. When the opponent can defeat the super boss who destroyed the world in his previous life with one move, or even destroy the "world" of Evil God, you'd better not lie.
Yifula was walking beside him, still eating the snacks Na'er had just bought.
It is a round snack fried with flour and sugar, with sesame seeds sprinkled on the surface. Her cheeks are bulging and the corners of her mouth are stained with crumbs.
She would glance at the black guy next to her from time to time, then move away and continue eating.
"Then - stay quiet." Black Owl No. 2's voice.
"Yes."
In a small room in the city, there were no windows and the light was very dark. There was only an oil lamp dancing on the table, making the shadows on the wall become longer and shorter.
Several people were sitting around an old wooden table. There was a map spread out on the table, with several crosses and lines drawn with charcoal on the map.
"Speaking of which, isn't something wrong lately?"