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"I, I don't mean to refuse. I'll tell you the warehouse address, but can you let me go?"
"Ah."
Zhang Mu twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, raised his hand, and an ice cone emerged and pierced through Da Hei's arm.
Amid his screams, Zhang Mu said indifferently, "One minute, one ice pick, think about it yourself."
Seeing that he was screaming in pain, he added: "The screaming also counts as time."
"Turn right! Go out and turn right to the eighth house!"
Perhaps he was frightened by the magical means before his eyes, or perhaps he was afraid of the pain brought by the ice cone, Dahei's pronunciation became extremely clear and fluent.
Zhang Mu closed his eyes and scanned the room with his mental power, sensing that there were many rectangular blocks in the room. He was not lying to me.
"You can die now." He said as an icicle pierced his forehead.
The body slowly fell to the ground, and Zhang Mu walked out of the house: "If you want to rob, you must be prepared to be robbed. Similarly, if you want to kill, you must also be prepared to be killed."
He stepped over the corpse and pushed the door open to leave.
This must be the characteristic of this place. The fierce gunfire just now did not attract anyone to gather around and watch. The alley outside the door was empty.
He strode to the weapons warehouse, found the wooden door was locked, and kicked it open.
When he walked into the house and saw the long wooden boxes filling the room, Zhang Mu was like a mouse that fell into a rice jar. His eyes lit up and he desperately stuffed the items into the inventory.
After finishing the installation, he activated the shadow technique and returned to the room. A fireball turned the scene into ruins.
Then I turned around and left the city, returned to the town along the same route, hailed a car to the old Jinshan city area, and found a hotel to book a room.
Take a shower, change clothes, summon the portal, and step in.
……
In another world, in Bala City, at the Clover Tavern.
In the private room on the second floor, Frederica sat at the round wooden table, holding a crystal wine glass and sipping fruit wine.
After a while, someone pushed the door open. She looked and saw that it was Wager who came back.
"Your Highness, I still haven't purchased the magic potion and healing potion, and the shopkeeper told me,
Because the raw materials are scarce, they will not be available in the short term.”
"There's no news about Sardari and Ellie yet, but I think the result will be the same as mine."
Frederica nodded her head to indicate that she understood, and continued to sip her wine.
Seeing this, Wager was a little anxious: "Your Highness, if you can't buy enough magic potions and healing potions within seven days,
We won’t be able to enter the maze this time.”
"Then I won't go." Frederica shook her wine glass and said with a smile.
"But..." Wager didn't know what to say because of her leisurely tone. After a long while, he finally persuaded her earnestly.
"Your Highness, before we set out, the Great Elder told you that you should try to learn what it means to strive while traveling around the continent.
There is no reason to miss this maze."
"But, there's nothing we can do about the inability to buy medicine." She still looked relaxed.
"Your Highness!" Wager said anxiously, "We can go to the wild to collect herbs and ask the pharmacist to help boil them.
If that doesn’t work, we can just go in…”
"Wag." Frederica, whose face always wore a smile, was slightly tipsy. She waved her hand, motioning him to sit opposite her.
After Wager sat down, she smiled and said, "I know there are few knight skills suitable for you in the tribe. You really want to take the risk and try this maze.
But Wagner, fighting for it, comes at a heavy price.”
"It's so heavy that it could be a precious life."
Wager didn't care about her persuasion: "Your Highness, you should be more courageous in the face of difficulties. How can you give up on finding a solution?"
Being accused of being cowardly, Frederica showed no sign of being angry, and continued to smile: "The news of the opening of the maze has been brewing for several months, and a large number of adventure groups have gathered in Bara City.
Do you think it's possible to gather herbs nearby?
There may be some in places farther away, but by the time we get back from collecting them, the maze will have already ended."
"So, I've thought of all the possible solutions, and none of them work."
This was a fact, and Wager could not refute it. He muttered to himself, "I shouldn't have gone to Kas Town. All the medicine I had in stock was wasted..."
"Wag." It was still the same tone and intonation as before, but Wag understood that His Highness was angry.
"Saving lives is a waste."
"I'll go ask a few pharmacies." He didn't want to be lectured, so he stood up expressionlessly and pushed the door open to go out.
Frederica watched the box door being closed, sighed, and moved her gaze back to the orange-yellow fruit wine in the glass.
After taking a small sip, her slightly depressed mood improved. With a happy face, she held the wine glass in both hands and took sip after sip until she saw the bottom of the glass.
"Courage also requires a terrible price to pay. Learn to cherish your life, Wager."
Frederica put down her glass, stood up and went to the bar on the first floor to pay the bill.
Chapter 60: The Magic Family of Bala City
Frederica is an extremely rational elf.
No matter how difficult the situation is, as long as there is a solution, she will be able to get through it no matter how bumpy the road is.
However, if she is sure that it is a dead end that she cannot get over, or that she needs to sacrifice her life just to get a chance to climb over the wall, she will give up decisively.
Even if the "treasure" behind the wall is extremely precious and it costs a lot to reach the wall, she will still accept the failure calmly and turn around and leave without hesitation.
She practices this style of behavior based on the principle of "cherishing life".
The tribesmen said that she was cowardly and lacked the courage to break through the difficulties, but Frederica did not agree with this assessment.
It’s not that she denies it because she feels she is being ridiculed and belittled, but rather, she believes that life is precious.
Being alive, you can walk, run, jump, laugh, cry, feel happy, and be angry.
This is an ordinary ability that every living being is born with, just like breathing, an instinct that you would hardly pay attention to unless you mention it.
But these instincts, which are so ordinary that everyone has them, are the "divine authority" that stones never dare to desire.
Without any external force pushing it, the stone can only stay on the river bank for thousands of years, forced to look at the surrounding water and trees, whose appearance is almost engraved in the mind's mind.
If only I were lucky.
If a stone is caught by an eagle's sharp claws and brought to the top of a mountain, the scenery will change.
If bad luck.
A landslide buried the stone into the bottom of the soil. The poor stone could no longer see the scenery that made it feel like vomiting.
Therefore, Frederica rarely feels sad and always has a smile on her face. She is good at making herself happy.
See, a stone can't taste the delicious wine like I do. Even if you tilt the glass, the wine will just slide down the stone surface.
The traces of water on the surface of the stone will soon be evaporated by the scorching sun.
Thinking of this, the depression brought about by Wager's indifference to life faded away.
Frederica left the tavern with a smile, muttering to herself, "Learn to cherish life."
She wandered out of the gate of Bala City, took out a pitch-black bow from her storage bag, crossed the undulating grassland, and entered the forest.
There's nothing to do in the hotel anyway, so why not try your luck in the forest? Maybe you can find some herbs that others have missed.
Acting alone, she had no intention of going deep into the area where monsters were active, so she just circled around the periphery.
Sadly, after a whole day of picking through the bushes on the outskirts of the forest, until the blue sky turned blood red under the sunset glow, I still didn't find a single herb leaf.
A day wasted.
Frederica brushed off the dead branches and weeds on her shoulders and hair and smiled, "I'm so lucky. I haven't been attacked by any wild animals after staying here for a whole day. Let's go back to the city and have a glass of fruit wine to celebrate."
After tidying up her skirt which was a little messy due to climbing up and down, she turned and walked towards the city of Bala.
"Sorry, sorry!"
"Dear wizard, we didn't know this was the land of the Berg family...ah——"
"Uncle Kiya!"
A faint plea for mercy was heard from the left, ending with a scream and a little boy's shout.
Frowning, Frederica gripped her bow tightly, trotted past some sturdy trees, and saw what was happening.
In a small open space covered with weeds, a middle-aged man with a trough nose was lying on his back, with bloodstains coming out of his ears, nose and eyes, and his chest was not moving.
This is the cause of death caused by a mental needle piercing the brain.
The shouting little boy collapsed on the ground, looking up with fear at the two magicians opposite him, a man and a woman, who were about thirty years old.
"How dare you sneak into the Berg family's forest and steal herbs?
The herbs here were all stolen by you lowly poor people!
This magician couldn't find a single herb!"
Frederica roughly understood the whole story.
The magic fluctuations of these two magicians are very weak. They should be practicing meditation and have not yet been promoted to magic apprentices.
He is about 30 years old but is already in the magician reserve. The magic family will not pay attention to a member with such poor talent, and naturally will not provide many resources to him.
They could only find ways to collect herbs themselves and ask pharmacists to prepare them.
The two reserve magicians were so weak that they didn't dare to enter the depths of the forest where the herbal resources were relatively abundant.
As for the periphery, even all the dead leaves might have been turned over by the large number of adventure groups that gathered in Bala City.
When I was feeling frustrated and depressed after a busy day with no results and had no way to vent, I happened to meet two ordinary humans, and then this scene happened.
Here, the little boy really thought that the other party had misunderstood him for collecting herbs, and hurriedly dug out the pocket lining of his linen top and shorts:
"Master Magician, I didn't steal the herbs!"