I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages

The bartender's answer made Roger's heart jump.

But he quickly grasped two key words in the other party's words.

"Floating island" and "flooding."

There is a lot of information hidden behind this.

As far as Roger knows.

The people on the floating islands are all six "families" who are the true rulers of the gem city.

The many gangs under the floating island are just the external manifestations of the intertwined forces of the six major families.

This group of people holds the core power of Gem City in their hands.

That kind of power is magic.

That's right.

Today's gem city floating island is the legacy of the "Ethere Society" era.

The people of the six major families inherited the authority of the Ether Society.

The "Truth Society" was established in the style of the old age.

The Truth Society represents the highest magical attainments in the gem city and surrounding areas.

It is said that the number of extraordinary wizards in it exceeds double digits.

This is a very terrifying force.

And in this case.

"Etheric Food Dragon" can actually flood the floating island...

Reminiscent of the scene when Roger marked the etheric food dragon, not only did the opponent not avoid it, but instead charged over aggressively.

It is not difficult to guess the following results:

The etheric eater has a very high spell resistance, and it may even be magic immune!

At the same time, its own physical defense is high enough.

In this case, it dares to be so arrogant.

As for why he was slapped to death by Roger.

It is most likely the cause of "qi".

"The Smashing Palm is indeed a weapon to eliminate demons. After all, I am still a disciple of the Red Spring Sect."

Roger thought proudly.

...

"But I advise you not to think too much."

Before you know it.

The bartender said more, he looked at Roger seriously:

"Last week, several people wanted to use this to board the floating island, but they were thrown down."

"Instead of being you, how would it feel to be thrown off a floating island nearly a kilometer away?"

Roger nodded in agreement:

"That is indeed a terrible thing."

The bartender nodded in satisfaction:

"So, don't think about reaching the sky in one step."

"I think you look good. I have a few other jobs you can try."

Talk about it.

He quietly pushed a small note over.

...

"Urgent Move: Strong Man/Gentle Guy/Butter Niche"

"Working location: unknown, mostly floating island lady salons"

...

"Ah, thank you for your kindness... but I won't consider these for the time being."

Roger declined the gracious invitation from the bartender.

This is no wonder.

The new human skin mask he put on is a bit lighter in temperament, but it looks really good.

After the change, his charm directly improved by 2 points.

In terms of appearance and value, it may add more points.

After being rejected by Roger, the bartender's attitude immediately became cold.

Roger was not upset, and after paying a tip as promised, he was about to leave.

Who knew that the bartender took the initiative to talk to the girl in the black dress behind Roger:

"May I know your name? Beautiful lady?"

The girl in the black dress was stunned for a moment and looked at Roger.

The latter blinked.

She knew immediately, and said charmingly:

"My name is Woodpecker."

Her lingua franca is newly learned, a little stumbling, but it has an indescribable style.

"Ah, Woodpecker! What a poetic name!"

The bartender immediately hummed a song. After humming, he looked at the black skirt girl affectionately:

"Can I buy you a glass of wine?"

A quick glance at Roger's leaving back.

The woodpecker smiled shyly:

"of course can."

...

late at night.

A single room on the third floor of the Scavenger Inn.

The little girl in the black dress who just came back put a large bag of information on the table.

Roger asked casually while flipping through the information:

"How is the wine?"

The woodpecker said tenderly:

"It sucks."

Roger frowned and said, "Use a normal voice."

"Understand, Master, it sucks."

A low male voice sounded:

"The human being drank more and got more excited, and then took me to his residence, where these things were found."

Roger nodded:

"And then? Did he find out your identity?"

The woodpecker frowned:

"This is the bad point."

"After he found out, he became more excited."

Roger coughed sharply, almost choking himself.

"And then?"

He asked gossiping.

"I killed him."

The woodpecker said concisely:

"The errand he tried to introduce you to was a trap during the day."

"The so-called work content is not to serve the ladies at all, but to become a human experiment for a certain mage on the floating island."

"According to my inquiries, more than 20 people have been fooled since the beginning of this year, and they all ended up miserably."

Roger nodded slightly.

This did not exceed his expectations.

When the bartender was working on sales, the sixth sense felt malicious.

I just didn't expect it to be such a thing.

"It's really hazy everywhere on the floating island."

Roger couldn't help but snorted.

He thought quietly for a while, and exhorted:

"In the next period of time, you ask Ugu to take others to find an abandoned farm and wait for me to notify you of the next move."

"The money is enough for you to spend, but be careful and keep a low profile."

The woodpecker nodded repeatedly.

"What about you, master?"

She couldn't help asking more.

"Go to the floating island."

Roger gently tapped on the document extracted from the pile of intelligence in his hand.

...

"Task: Recruiting experienced masseurs"

"Description: Ms. Shar from Floating Island No. 4 suffers from cervical spondylosis and hip pain. Now she is recruiting senior masseurs from all over the Jewel City area with an hourly salary of 200 copper orders."

"Contact: Old Locke (you can find him near Black Hawk Square or Ruins Bridge

...

The next afternoon.

On Black Hawk Square.

A frivolous young man with a black coffin on his back quickly walked past, attracting many people's attention.

But in the gem city.

There are people who wear all kinds of fancy clothes.

In the eyes of many people, the coffin is just a decoration.

The Orioles on the periphery of the square blew their whistle one after another, and the young boy kept winking, but the latter ignored it.

"You are Ah Ba?"

A corner of the square.

The gray-haired old Locke joked:

"Don't be so nervous, going to the floating island is not going to die."

"Of course, if you can't satisfy Ms. Shar, she may throw you off the floating island, and this coffin is useless. Why don't you sell it to me cheaply?"

Roger raised his eyebrows and said proudly:

"I am a martial artist, this is my practice props."

Old Locke nodded in relief:

"Yes, I have seen your self-introduction, from a martial artist in the mountains of "Thunder Heights". "

"Perhaps what Ms. Shar needs is someone like you."

"We have to move faster, otherwise it will take more than two hours to wait for the next float."

Roger was silent.

Just follow Old Locke to the depths of Black Hawk Square.

After 20 minutes.

They are standing on the deck of a medium-sized floating boat.

In the huge roar of inferior media stones.

The floating boat took off slowly.

When the wind hit, many people on the deck involuntarily supported the wooden poles at hand.

Roger didn't help, and he saw a lot of wind in the sky.

Wait until the airflow gradually stabilizes.

Old Locke spoke:

"Don't be too anxious, the floating boat flies very slowly. Today it was just the turn of the floating island No. 4 to rise to the highest orbit, so it will take longer."

Roger was surprised:

"With such a low transportation efficiency, aren't the gentlemen on the floating island too slow?"

Old Locke smiled:

"Someday if you join the six big families, you won't have to take a floating boat."

"Your travel tool will become "Ethereum Gate." It is a very powerful transmission technology, which was left by the ancestors of the old age. I heard that the masters of the Truth Society have been working hard to restore this technology, and I don’t know when it will be successfully promoted. Let us also enjoy the convenience. "

Roger heard the temptation in his words and gave him a vicious look.

The latter chuckled and stopped talking.

...

The pontoon came to shore slowly.

Old Locke led Roger through the clean and tidy city, and finally came to a secluded villa outside.

After knocking on the door, a butler will naturally come to receive him.

Old Locke completed his mission as a broker and left without looking back.

The serious-faced middle-aged housekeeper led Roger all the way to the living room, but left after only a few words.

Roger put down the black coffin and sat down on his own.

The decoration in the living room is extremely luxurious.

A whole piece of pure white marble on the ground.

Citrine chandeliers with intricate patterns are suspended from the dome and are seven or eight meters long.

The eyes are full of magnificence.

Even the handle of the chair where Roger sits is inlaid with two white marbles.

Just missed the word "rich" on the furniture.

suddenly.

There was an itching sensation on the back of his hand.

Roger looked down, and he was instantly happy--

An etheric food dragon appeared from nowhere, and was clamoring and dancing on the back of his hand at this moment!

Roger smiled slightly.

The backhand is a slap.

...

"You killed an etheric eater"

"You got 1 point XP"

"Your reflection speed has been slightly increased."

...

"Comfortable."

Roger is so happy!

"what are you doing?"

A curious voice came.

Roger looked up.

What caught my eye was a long fiery red hair.

big eyes.

Long eyelashes.

Melon seed face.

Explosive figure ~www.NovelMTL.com~ At this point, Roger no longer looks down, because the other party is only wearing loose pajamas.

On the data bar.

...

"Sixth sense: You met the sorcerer Shar, her level is between 36 and 41, and she is suspected of having a demon blood."

...

"Sixth sense: You see that the Sorceress Shar is not wearing..."

...

Roger quickly looked away.

The sixth sense is too keen.

He had to restrain himself.

"It's just an annoying bug."

Roger calmly held the body of the ethereal dragon in his palm, and then asked:

"Can you start treatment?"

Shar gave a thoughtful look at the black coffin beside him, and yawned lazily:

"of course can."

"The ugly words are at the forefront. If you can't satisfy me, you'd better bring a flying scroll with you."

After speaking, she turned and walked inside.

Roger quickly followed.

...

10 minutes later.

In a dimly lit room.

There were three incense sticks burning in the corner, and the scent of the mixed essential oils filled the air, with a somewhat delicate flavor.

Shar lay on the long water bed and urged:

"fast."

Roger put his right hand on her hip without hurriedly.

A lot of Qi gathered here.

Under Roger's efforts.

It penetrated little by little.

...

"Hint: You use "Qi" to treat the target locally"

...

"what?"

Shar, lying on his stomach, made a surprised voice.

It didn't take long.

There was a continuous hum of joy from the female warlock in the room.

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