City of Sin: Two Eighteen Brothers

It's midnight after returning to the hotel. Richard is still unsleeping. He rearranged the magic alarms and magic traps around the hotel.

Assassin is the natural enemy of the mage, and the mage also has countless ways to restrain Assassin. For example, magic alarms and traps, as long as some High Level, can make most Assassin helpless. Many magics have soul locking and tracking effects. If Assassin is discovered by the mage, then the end is not much better. The layout of Richard originates from the dark blue, and the Faro Plane lags behind the magic level. Not to mention the ordinary Assassin, even the magic assassin can not be cracked.

If the other party has an Grand Mage above Level 14, it may take more time to clear the magic alarm of Richard. But Mage is not Assassin, it is difficult to hide its own breath, it is almost impossible to hide the nose of the splash.

Arrange the defense. Richard takes out the Rune just made and leaves for the military camp.

A campfire was burning in the barracks that had just returned to peace. Most of the camp curtains had been put down. Except for the night whistle, there was almost no walking around.

The place where people still shake is near the campfire. Tiramisu and Gangdor are sitting around and are drinking booze. Four or five empty wine barrels have been piled around the two of them, and two more have not been sealed, but obviously not enough for them to drink tonight.

An iron pan is placed on the campfire, which is cooking the thick soup that Tiramisu is best at. However, only Tiramisu put a bowl in front of it, Gangdor only has a wine tank.

Richard walked over to the campfire, sat down, handed magic seal box to Tiramisu, and said, "This is the Rune I made for Medium Rare, the standard version of Low Rank power. I did n’t expect ... just finished, do n’t use Going on. "

Tiramisu was stunned. Instead of picking up magic seal box, he said, "Master, we Ogre ... can we also use Rune?"

"All life can use Rune." Richard said.

Tiramisu still did n’t pick up magic seal box, and scratched his head habitually, saying, “But I have never heard of which Ogre has Rune. This thing is said to be very expensive and can be exchanged for many barrels of wine.”

"The power of the standard version of Primary Level, in Norland, is roughly around one hundred thousand gold coins." Richard said lightly. What he didn't explain is that the price of all Rune from his hands often exceeds the market price. This Primary Level power can sell at least 150,000 gold coins because of the bonus range.

"One hundred thousand gold coins, one barrel of ten gold coins according to High Grade ale, is ten thousand barrels of wine. If you change half of it to cattle, it is three thousand heads, oh, enough to eat for more than ten years. In fact, you can save Order, you do n’t have to eat or drink something so good, you can eat for a lifetime. "Tiramisu quickly converted the value of this Rune according to its own standards. Ogre is actually very smart, Mage is used to dealing with numbers. So the calculation speed of Tiramisu is very fast.

"It is true." Richard stuffed magic seal box to Tiramisu.

Tiramisu keeps scratching his head, looking at Rune a little strangely, as if not holding a light magic seal box in his hand, but thousands of fat cows and fine wine. "However, Medium Rare can no longer use it, master, don't waste it, give it to others."

"This was originally Medium Rare's thing, not someone else's." Richard stared at the jumping campfire, sighed, and then said, "You have been with me for so long, you have never got anything. This Rune, Even if it is a memorial to him. You can also bury it with Medium Rare according to the customs of human beings as a companion. "

"Medium Rare does not need to be buried, he will be with me soon." Then, Tiramisu pointed to the boiling pot. Richard only noticed that there is a thing in it that is sinking and floating. Although it has been reduced to one-third of its original volume, it can still be recognized as the head of Medium Rare. And its body has been turned into ashes by magical flames, and there is no longer anything to bury.

The Tiramisu took off the soup pot, disregarding the hot soup, took out the head of Medium Rare, and began to nibble. Every action of Ogre Mage is extremely serious and serious. It seems to be performing a pious ritual, and the whole person reveals a little sacred taste.

Richard and Gangdor watched silently, saying nothing.

After a while, Medium Rare only had the skull left, and the last bit of meat scraps on it was gnawed by Tiramisu. It seems that the pot of broth was cooked in a dense way. Not only the size of the skull shrank, luster is also different from ordinary bones. An azure-like color like jade.

Then Ogre Mage poured all the broth into his belly, then stretched his head into the soup pot and licked every corner of it cleanly. After doing all this, he threw the soup pot aside, patting his belly hard, and said, "Now I can feel that Medium Rare has already settled here."

Tiramisu took out an iron chain that had already been prepared, put on the skull of Medium Rare, and hung it on his neck. "In this way, when I revenge for him in the future, he will be able to see!" Ogre Mage said.

Richard look up and down at Tiramisu and say, "In this case, then this Rune should be used on you, and it should be a companion with Medium Rare."

Tiramisu didn't think much, but grinned wide and happily laughed a few times. In his mind, this Rune is indeed accompanied by Medium Rare.

The process of implanting Rune is very simple, but the area of Ogre Rune is large enough. In the end, this Rune was planted on the chest of Tiramisu, usually the skull of Medium Rare could just be pressed on it. Within a few minutes, Richard completed all the work. As for how much power Rune has improved Ogre Mage, no one will delve into it.

However, Ogre Mage is different from other races Mage. Their magical ability is slightly weaker but their strength and physique are very strong. They are the smartest Ogre, but have not forgotten the instinct to fight Ogre. When it comes to war hammer, Tiramisu is also a terrifying killing machine.

Gangdor, Tiramisu and Richard are sitting around the campfire, sipping and drinking without a muffled sound. The two barrels of spirits quickly bottomed out, but neither the two nor the Ogre were at all drunk. Their faces are very serious, their eyes are all falling on the jumping campfire, and there is almost no conversation with each other, I don't know what to think.

The wine is gone.

Gangdor turned the last wine barrel upside down and only dripped the last few points from the inside, and had to helplessly throw the wine barrel aside. He simply grabbed the giant axe and began to wipe it, while working, he asked: "Boss, do you hate Red Cossack?"

Richard showed a standard aristocratic smile, shook his head, and said gently: "Hate? No, I do n’t hate. I do n’t need to hate the dead."