Chapter 112: .Poly

There is an inn called "Green Field" in the corner of the West District of Rock City near the plantation. The upper and lower three-story stone houses are built against the mountains and cover an area of ​​about 100 square meters. Apart from the green garcinia and yellow grass planted all over, they are no different from other surrounding houses. When the conference was about to open, all the hotels in the city were overcrowded, and I could not wait to change the halls into shops. The only place was quiet and quiet.
This weird situation naturally drew all kinds of speculations. There were rumors from well-informed people that a big figure with a big background had wrapped up the hotel and not allowed people to approach it at will, which immediately angered many good mercenaries. A few days ago, people kept hitting the door to ask for the opening of the accommodation, but these people went in with blushing faces and came out with white faces. They kept silent about the situation and refused to say anything. After that, no one dared to provoke them.
In the sunny living room on the top floor of the hotel, our little doctor Yuno, wearing a blue shirt and trousers with a white pattern, was silently looking at a figure wrapped in a light gold cloak. It was noon, and the fiery sun was carrying the dry gale blowing from the eastern desert into this small room. Although the green vines concealed it, it did not have the slightest effect.
The two of them stood in the golden light, but seemed unaware of the scorching heat, and they were still gambling. Gradually, the little doctor finally showed a lot of sweat on his forehead, and the ball slowly dripped down, making him feel a little itchy. He stared with big delicate eyes, looked at the face of the opposite person who was still light and sweatless, gritted his teeth, and begged unwillingly: "Let me go! I have confirmed with someone, there are team matches. ."
"Don't think about it." The thin and tall figure on the other side snorted and tore off the covered hood, revealing his handsome face with the same blond hair and golden eyes. It turned out that this person was Yuno's father, the contemporary lord of Asker, Sa Your Highness Long.
"Either you go back with me now, or wait in this hotel until the mercenary conference is over, and then go back with me." He looked at his son who was biting his lip in front of him and said nothing, but his expression was not obvious, but his heart was really angry.
Since he received the news of the completion of the S-level mission last week, he has sent people in batches to urge his son to go home. Unexpectedly, this kid didn’t know if he was in trouble when he went out. He just wanted to stay to participate in the event. I didn't care when I called. As soon as he thought of his son being trapped in this dangerous city of enemy countries, he was so anxious that he couldn't sleep well. He had no choice but to pretend to go to Rock City in person, and wanted to force him to leave, but Yunuo refused. With the current stalemate.
Seeing the tourists and vendors inside and outside the Rock City gather more and more, and the desire to leave silently and silently becomes more and more faint, how can he not be anxious? He was stunned with his son here, and no one would give in. A white-clothed guard suddenly flashed into the door, bending over and stroking his chest and reporting: "Your Highness, there is someone in the lobby asking for a visit."
"Who is it?" The lord glanced at him indifferently, but he sighed quietly because the confrontation was broken.
"The subordinates don't know, but... he has the golden sheep emblem you gave."
The lord raised his brows and felt a little surprised. After a few seconds of pondering, he suddenly seemed to realize the identity of the visitor. His eyes widened, and he didn't care about talking to his son. He waved his hand and ran downstairs.
The guard naturally followed quickly, leaving Yuno alone in the house. He stood in the silent burning light for a long time, then reluctantly pressed his grievance, and walked straight to his room on the second floor. He walked through the dark aisle, along the old stone staircase dappled by the sun, and quickly reached the door of the east guest room. He did not enter the door directly. He first stood in front of the wooden door surrounded by fluorite and took a few deep breaths, took out a cotton towel to dry the sweat on his face, and heeded the slightly wet bangs before opening the door as if nothing had happened.
The curtains are half drawn in the room, and the light is not too strong. This is a double suite with separate bedrooms on both sides, leaving a narrow space in the middle as a place for activities. There is a table and four chairs in front of the window, all of which are made of old stones, and the gaps are covered with glue and sand, which looks quite retro.
A thin young man was lying on the table with his back to him, wearing a gray cloak, holding a pen in one hand, and scratching his head with the other, and he seemed to have a word in his mouth. The man turned his head when he heard the door pushing, but it was Jie Hai, a small employee of the Song of Time Bookstore. After he saw that the person was Yuno, he immediately got up to greet him and asked anxiously: "The manager, let us When can I go back?"
"Don't worry." The little doctor pretended to pat his arm calmly, "Now the city is full of people, it is too inconvenient to travel, so let's wait until the mercenary meeting is over."
"But..." Jie Hai scratched his head and stopped talking. Seeing the store manager's seemingly indisputable expression, he could only sit back at the table with his head down, staring at the thick book of "Introduction to Powerful Professional Training" in front of him. Three Thousand Questions" in a daze.
After he was rescued from the cave by the unfamiliar giant eagle shapeshifter, he followed the team back to Rock City in a daze, because he knew Yuno the best, he was naturally assigned to one action. He has never been to this legendary barbaric mountain range. When he first came, he was afraid of all kinds of fears. Within a few days, he was attracted by the cheerful festival atmosphere in the city, and even once indulged in it and forgot to mention it.
It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. With the arrival of Lord Saron, the little doctor was confined in the hotel. Naturally, he was embarrassed to go out and play alone, so he could only
go to jail
with him. In the midst of boredom, he found the shop owner and borrowed a book on cultivation methods to pass the time. Who would think that this boring so-called "professional training" made him dizzy. The only thought left was when to go home. .
Jiehai couldn't help feeling depressed when he looked at the book, but he didn't know that Yuno, who was standing behind him, also sighed quietly. Although using this excuse to save his face in front of the "subordinates", the little doctor is not willing to stay in this dark and broken hotel! It's just that if his father can't pass this barrier, he won't be able to get out of the hotel door, but how can he be willing to miss an unprecedented event like this?
He set his brows entangled for a moment, and could not think of a way, so he could only say a few words of encouragement to the small staff as usual, and then went back to his room with sullenness.
As the bedroom closes, the living room of the suite is quiet again. Jie Hai sat stupidly in front of the window for a while, not knowing what to do. After a while, several knocks suddenly sounded outside the door. He was taken aback by the sudden sound, and hurriedly turned around and asked, "Who is it?"
"It's me." Lord Saron came from a gentle voice with a majestic voice. He quickly got up and opened the door, only to find two people stood outside the door. In addition to the lord in the golden cloak, there was another man covered in white. The figure in the cloak.
He saw that the man in white was inexplicably familiar with him at a glance, and before he turned a few thoughts, he took off his hood on his own, revealing the face that made him respect and fear. He looked at the smooth and loose purple hair, couldn't help but slapped a spirit, blurted out, "Teacher!?"
Yun Xuan finally found his apprentice, he was naturally relieved, but he did not reply with a stern face, and nodded to the smiling lord beside him. Saron glanced at the ordinary boy again and left with joy. He looked at the uneasy young man in front of him, snorted pretentiously, stepped the door and pulled backhand, sat down on the stone chair in front of the window, and knocked on the tabletop ashes in the pipe before chuckling. Said: "You are so capable. If I don't come, you will be treated as if there is no teacher like me?"
"Wh... no! I miss you, but because now... can't get out of the city, otherwise, I would have gone back long ago..." Jie Hai didn't expect to see him here, as if he saw a relative in his heart. Tension and excitement, everything is uncomfortable.
The priest squinted his eyes and watched him cautiously rubbing over to make a smile. He still stretched his face. Just about to ask how he would disappear, he heard footsteps coming from the inner bedroom, the door was quickly opened, and Yuno's golden glitter came out. Little head. When he glanced at the purple-haired and white-clothed figure in front of the window, he opened his eyes and smiled, and walked forward a few steps to the stone table and said in surprise: "Brother Yun Xuan, it's really you! Why are you here?"
The priest still had a cold face, and when he saw the little doctor appear, he changed back to his usual gentle expression, nodded softly and smiled: "Little troublemaker, long time no see, I'll come and find someone."
He pointed at Jiehai with his pipe, Yunuo looked back blankly, puzzled by their relationship. Only then did Jie Hai remember that he hadn't explained his details to the little shop manager, and rubbed the tip of his nose embarrassedly and said in a low voice, "That...forgot to tell you, I just went to Teacher Yunxuan not long ago... …"
"Really!" He was interrupted by Yuno before he finished speaking. The little doctor stared wide-eyed with surprise on his face, and turned around him two times before looking left and right, before smiling at Yunxuan with You Rongyan. Said, "I knew that my vision couldn't be wrong!"
He was also happy for the little clerk he had selected. He looked at the embarrassed young man holding his head, and looked at the smiling "young man" on the stone chair. Suddenly a thought flashed in his mind, which made his eyes sparkle. With a tremor, he leaned forward and grabbed the priest's arm and asked, "Brother Yun Xuan, when are you going to leave?"
"We have to wait... the mercenary conference is over before we leave." The priest took a cigarette casually, remembering the agreement he had just made with the cunning business woman at Carlo Workshop, and sighed in his heart: I knew it was so easy to find. I promised her...it was really troublesome.
Yuno didn't know what resentment he was feeling in his heart. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows with joy: "Brother Yunxuan, since you are not in a hurry, why not take us to the conference! I heard that there is a team competition. It must be very interesting to participate in teams of 5 people!"
He knew that the priest liked the most interesting things and watching the excitement. He thought of ways to pull in this direction, and he turned around and grabbed Jiehai and pulled to his side to testify: "Right Jiehai, you didn’t practice with them the other day. Isn’t it interesting?"
"Uh...this..." The little clerk has a little bit of unfamiliar strength, but he never thought about participating in the competition, so he couldn't tell why.
Looking at the almost substantial desire in Yuno's eyes, Yun Xuan couldn't help but be surprised, wondering why he was so persistent to the mercenary competition. He was a bit nasty, and the more people asked, the more he didn't easily agree to it, but in a blink of an eye, he saw his new apprentice look stupid and unknowing. When he changed his mind, he had a good idea.
He closed his eyes and smoked for a long time, and waited until the little doctor almost thought he was out of action, he coughed slightly and said slowly, "Well... since... you all want to participate, I will... …Reluctantly..."
Before he could finish his words, Yuno, who finally found his backer, couldn’t wait to interrupt him loudly:
Great! I’m going to talk to my father!
He couldn’t take care of his graceful posture in a hurry. He rushed out of the door like the wind, leaving only the stunned master and apprentice with big eyes.
The living room was quiet for a while, before Jie Hai dangled to stand by the table, not knowing what to say, so he smiled and politely said to the teacher: "First... Sir, you, have you eaten?"
Yun Xuan didn't answer. He dangled his pipe and looked at the apprentice who seemed to be ordinary, but in fact there was something mysterious. The corner of his mouth showed a little arc of a smile.
After exiting the gate of Yancheng and heading south, it is the airship distribution platform, the most crowded transportation hub.
Due to the huge flow of passengers in and out of Rock City in recent days, in order to ensure the order of the platform and the safety of personnel, your Excellency Admiral Salerno had sent someone to build a high wall fence nearby, sent additional guards, and issued a notice to the major servants. The Corps recruits co-managers and counts as additional contributions. This easy task of earning points naturally attracted everyone to fight for it. After some bargaining, the big guys decided on the order of taking points in turn. Today, the "Ghost Wing" mercenary group is on duty.
It was just after the scorching sun at noon, the hottest hour of the day, but there was still a constant flow of people at the fences outside the platform, one after another. The mountains around the desert were already rainless, and when the wind was blown, the sky was full of yellow sand, sticking to the sweaty people's heads and faces, crowded together in misery.
The people of Yancheng are the most straightforward and hospitable, so naturally you can't neglect it when you encounter such a situation. There are a few mercenaries who distribute gifts everywhere. Don’t care who it is. First hand a bamboo tube of iced tea, point to a shady resting place, then laugh and say a few words of apology, even if there is resentment, you have to subtract three. Minute.
A black leather eight-sided tent was erected right next to the exit of the city gate, and the blood-red flag floating on the top was embroidered with a silver skull with double wings—this was the commanding tent of the Ghost Wing Mercenary Corps. Inside the tent was dark and gloomy, only a dim fluorescent lamp was on, and a big bald man stood beside the wooden table under the lamp. He was tall and fat with a horribly cracked face. One leg was actually a fine iron prosthetic, but it was just what he called it. Gao Ge, the "poison head" of the think tank in the ghost wings group.
He stood at the table without speaking, staring blankly at the newspaper on the table, his eyes seemed to have a hundred emotions surging. This newspaper comes from the south and is called "South Island Weekly". There is only one newsletter written on the front page, and the black letters are several times larger. It opens and closes vertically. It is shocking to read: "This Newspaper: Original The'Mrs. Lovena Farewell Concert' scheduled to be held in Baigang in the middle of this month has been confirmed to be postponed. The specific reason is unknown. However, according to relevant sources, Mrs. Lovena has a sudden illness and is still somewhere in Star City. Receive further treatment..."
He stared at the words "sudden physical discomfort" with a sullen gaze, unconsciously he showed a sense of nostalgia, but after hearing the sound of footsteps outside the tent, he immediately turned into a black iron Icy.
"Boss, he's here." The visitor picked up the curtain and walked in, with white eyebrows and white hair but young and handsome. He wore a black and white robe with a snow pattern long sword on his waist. He looked quite a bit. Aloof and arrogant, but with eyes closed between eyebrows, and there seems to be an unquenchable resentment.
The poisonous head didn't say a word, he grabbed the newspaper and stuffed it into his pocket, turned his head and waved his hand, limply walked out. The white-haired man with a bitter face kept his distance, and slowly walked out of the tent with him, stood on the edge of the brick avenue and stared at the passageway. After a while, he saw the tall figure carrying the huge sword appear in the crowd.
"Your Excellency J!" Gao Ge tried his best to make his ugly face bloom in a gentle arc, but it was more like a vicious mockery that people looked at. He raised his hand and drew a mercenary salute to the swordsman, laughing. Said politely, "I finally waited for you, hard work along the way!"
Eamon was still wearing the tight leather suit that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, with a large thick cloth package in his left hand, and the horse-cutting giant sword against his shoulders. Under the scorching sun, his complexion was indifferent as usual, not even a bead of sweat was seen. The passers-by were afraid of being accidentally injured by the shining big sword, so they avoided him far, so that there was a big circle in the crowded crowd.
He turned his head and glanced slightly when he heard the shout, and without replying, he continued to walk towards the city gate blankly, as if the other party had admitted the wrong person. The poisonous head naturally knew his temperament, and he didn't take it to heart, and he leaned forward with a smile. The crowd saw the iconic prosthetic leg, because the notoriety he was spreading all around avoided daring to approach it, which made him stand in front of Eamon with ease.
"Your Excellency J, seeing that the conference is about to open, I don't know if you are interested in participating in the team competition this time?" In this hot day, there are many people in the street, and the poisonous heads are not nonsense, and they explain their intentions straightforwardly.
The Great Swordsman was not angry when he was blocked by someone. He paused and glanced at the iron prosthetic leg, then glanced at the snow pattern sword on the waist of the white-haired young man, stood silent for two seconds, and walked away without saying anything. It doesn't matter if the person in front will stop it.
Of course, the poisonous head did not dare to touch him. He took his subordinates to avoid him, but tried to follow his slow and ill footsteps, and kept persuading him: "Your Excellency J, the points and rewards of the team competition are for individual competitions. Several times, as long as you are willing to join hands with Mi Tuan, not only all points can be transferred to you, but Mi Tuan will also thank you."
He talked about rewards for benefits, but looked at the other party but didn’t respond. He turned around and said,
I heard that you just completed the S-level mission. It’s really gratifying. I think you have reached the level of an S-level mercenary. One paragraph is missing, but..."
He deliberately prolonged the sound to arouse Eamon’s curiosity. He didn’t expect that the swordsman would still have a face like iron, not trembling at all. He could only laugh and continue saying:
It’s just that the championship points of this tournament are not bad. Much higher than the S-level mission. You also know that the "Ice Bear"...will definitely participate in the team competition. If you let her win, you want to get the first person of the S-level mercenary Title, just some..."
He left half a sentence without saying, and shook his head pretentiously, looking anxious. Eamon seemed to be touched by his words at last, then stopped and turned his head slowly, staring at Gao Ge's neck without making a sound.
The poisonous head thought he was about to take the bait, and the joy just came out of his mouth, with a faint "roll" on his head, and he choked back into his belly the suggestion he wanted to say. He twitched his cheeks, looking at the tall figure with the same pace in front of him, he was stunned for a long while without speaking, but the white-haired man behind him couldn't help but whispered: "Boss, do you want to inform'over there?"
"No hurry... No hurry." The poisonous head turned around in an instant, regained his sharp triangular eyes and swept around carefully, seeing that no one dared to look at him, and then silently led his subordinates back.
Although he didn't hold much hope at first, Eamon's unsympathetic refusal made him feel slightly unhappy. At the moment, he can't tell much energy to add twists and turns, but...
"It's a pity..." He murmured almost inaudibly, and then pressed his mouth tightly, drooped his eyes, and limped towards the black hole tent.