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Misha Sara frowned slightly: "Tiefling?"
The adventurer shuddered. "I don't understand what you are saying!"
Misha Sara: "Don't be afraid. When I was in the Savior Team, the captain was a guy who liked to collect strange species. The last time I heard from him, there were already a lot of strange species in his team."
The adventurer was silent.
Misha Sara decided to ignore her identity question: "What skills do you have?"
"I am a mystic."
Misha Sara's eyes widened in surprise: "So you can use divine and magical spells at the same time? This is a very rare profession."
Adventurer: "Take me with you, I can help!"
Misha Sara said in a serious tone, "This is not just an ordinary adventure. We may be involved in a major event that affects the entire world. As I said just now, I was once a member of the rescue team, but I left the team temporarily because I wanted to find my tribe and inform them of the impending danger."
The adventurer was stunned: "Huh?"
She raised her head, which had been lowered in surprise, so that she could vaguely see the tiefling's horns under the hood.
Tieflings have demonic blood, so they have horns. In most places in Gralia, tieflings are despised and persecuted, so they all like to cover their horns with hoods.
This girl is probably not particularly used to traveling in the human world.
Misha Sara pulled her hood down and said, "You better be more careful. Let's go."
"What did you say about the rescue team just now?" The adventurer asked in confusion. "I was confused by you just now. I didn't really listen to you... I mean, I heard it but it didn't enter my mind."
Misha Sara: "When the Savior Team became famous, I was a ranger in the team, but I wanted to find my brother. He is now the leader of the tribe and is nomadic with the entire tribe. I want to tell them not to use cheap healing potions casually, not...
"Anyway, I want to inform them that only I can do this. No one can track the cat tribe unless the tracker is the tribe's original hunter chief."
Tiefling: "So, between saving the world and saving your own relatives and your own tribe, you chose to save your own relatives?"
Misha Sara: "I had my reasons. After all, there was a very powerful wizard who said that the world would be destroyed in five years. I thought that after notifying the tribe, I could rush back to participate in the world salvation war. Who knew that I would chase the tribe for half a year, from the World Mountains all the way to the Lado Plains.
"According to my plan, I have already informed my brother and went back to look for Her Royal Highness the Princess and the Captain. But... Humph."
The tiefling was about to reply when he noticed that they had now reached the town's gate.
There was no need for inspection when leaving the city, but the guards at the gate still made the tiefling nervously pull down his hood.
Misha Sara: "Don't worry about it. People here don't like tieflings, but there is no law that prohibits tieflings from entering the city. What were we talking about just now?"
"Speaking of which, according to your plan, you have already turned back to look for the rescue team."
"Ah, yes."
As they were talking, the two of them, along with the medicine seller who was held hostage by Misha Sala, left the city gate together.
The guards at the city gate had apparently received the news and shouted to Misha Sara: "Throw this liar away, big cat!"
Misha Sara: "Don't worry, little brother~"
After leaving the city gate, the tiefling asked, "Why do you want to meddle in other people's business now?"
"This is not a trivial matter." Misha Sara said worriedly, "If the water here has begun to be polluted, I'm afraid my tribe will also be affected. At first, it's just a few scales growing. We cat people have a lot of hair and probably won't notice the scales. But later..."
Misha Shala shook her head.
"I have seen monsters transformed by abnormal powers. They can no longer be called human beings."
The hair on Misha Sara's ears stood up as she recalled what Mark had become.
"They should have killed a lot of these monsters," Misha Sara continued, "I hope they can still eat every day."
Just as the tiefling was about to answer, the restrained medicine seller pointed ahead and said, "There is a beast path over there. If you follow the path, you will reach the stream where I get water. It will take about a day to walk there."
Misha Sara released her grip on him and said, "Don't run away. I know how to treat the scales on your body. If you run away, they won't be cured and the scales will gradually grow all over your body."
The medicine seller nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
**
At eight o'clock the next morning, after a night of trekking, Mishashara and Tieflin arrived at the source of the stream that the medicine seller had mentioned.
Misha Sara looked down at the grass by the stream: "As a hunter, didn't you notice that the grass had changed?"
Tiefling squatted down and looked at the grass: "It seems... too lush?"
"This is a more terrifying mutation than that. Grass doesn't usually have such a thick root system. This is the root system of a tree. There's something wrong with this water, 100% wrong!"
Just as he finished speaking, a hare was frightened, came out from the bushes, ran away and disappeared.
The tiefling girl covered her mouth and said, "There are flowers on the rabbit's ears?"
Misha Sala said seriously: "It looks more like a parasite growing on its ear. Damn it, nature has begun to react. The experiments of those evil guys have begun to affect the world!"
Misha Sara didn't know that the rescue team has now identified the target as the Blasphemer and the impending disaster Ragnora.
Based on the intelligence she had obtained previously, she also believed that the Savior Team was trying to stop a group of lunatics doing experiments from destroying the world.
Misha Sala stood up and looked at the nature around her that had begun to become alienated.
At this moment, her ears twitched, and she turned her head and shouted, "Who is it?"
Several people dressed as villagers rolled out from the grass: "Calm down, calm down! Grandpa Catman!"
"I'm a woman!"
"Calm down, cat-man grandma! We are just here to fetch water, just water!"
The cat man then discovered that these villagers were carrying many leather water bags, and some were carrying carrying poles and wooden barrels.
Misha Sala: "Didn't you notice that scales would grow on your body after using this water?"
The leading villager replied: "Just scrape it off. The wounds left by the scales can be healed by washing them with water!"
Misha Sara was speechless, and could only utter: "Wang, what are you doing?"
**
Wang sneezed loudly, and his snot sprayed onto the drawing in front of him.
Rosalie asked with concern: "Have you caught a cold? You can't fall ill, this is when we need you!"
Wang waved his hand: "Don't worry, it's probably someone who is scolding me."
It has been three days since Wang returned from the monastery. He has finally completed the design of a device to extract the leader's memory from the brainwashing device left behind by the leader.
He looked at the blueprint and suddenly shook his head: "What's the point of extracting the leader's memory now? There probably won't be any useful information in the memory designed specifically for brainwashing."
Rosalie: "You don't have anything else to do anyway, so you can't make the fire glue yourself, right?"
The king curled his lips and asked, "How is the supply of Blazing Fire Glue?"
"Enough to blow up the defenders of the capital of Pingyisongzuo," Rosalie replied.
The king nodded, "We will reach the capital of Isonzo in two days. I wonder how many hostages they have and how many we can save."
Rosalie patted the king on the back and said, "Don't worry. Every death of a hostage will increase our justice."
Wang nodded slightly without expressing his opinion.
Chapter 383: I didn't feel sad for a moment about the passing of Quan Qin.
There was something different this morning in the capital of Isonzo.
For an ominous shadow is rising from the north.
In fact, the shadow could be seen several days ago. After all, it was quite bright at night and it was impossible not to see it.
It is said that this terrifying floating island captures lightning and uses it to provide the intense light that can turn night into day.
These days, because of this terrifying floating island, the number of people converting to the Catalan state religion in the capital of Isonzo has increased dramatically.
Now, the floating island that always emits a terrible light (that is, the light) and screams from time to time (the dwarves are responsible for this) has arrived in front of the capital.
Ever since the floating island appeared, everyone who could run had already run away, and now those who are left are those who cannot run.
The state religion from Catalonia started selling a pill early that morning. It was said that when the evil on the floating island launched an attack, as long as the pill was taken, Lord Ragnola, who was worshipped by the state religion, would come in person to protect the believers.
At first, Maru required five gold coins to buy, but later, as the floating island got closer, Maru started to be given away for free.
On Watson Street in the capital's Brune district, a furtive cloaked man knocked five times on the door of shop number 13. The first three knocks were short, light knocks, and the last two were heavy knocks after a while.
The small door on the side of the shop opened, and a young man holding a loaded crossbow stuck his head out. He looked around the street to make sure no one was following him before gesturing for someone to come in.
The cloaked man entered the shop and immediately pulled down his cloak, revealing a head of curly brown hair. He glanced at the young man with the crossbow.
Young man: "In the basement, go under the pickle vat."
"You should exchange the secret code first." The brown curly-haired man said unhappily, "So what's up with the newcomers lately?"
"The code is wrong because the person who knows the code has been arrested. He didn't have time to tell us the code. I don't even know if the rhythm of your knocking is right. We are just gambling. We don't want to become monsters, you know?
"If you want to believe us, then believe us. If you don't want to believe us, then you can leave."
The young man said so.
The brown curly-haired girl frowned, "Old Jack has been arrested?"
"Yes, but my father apparently successfully took the potion and turned into an idiot, so this place has not been discovered yet. So do you want to go down? There are two adults like you down there, and they choose to believe me and my brother."
The brown curly-haired girl sighed, "Stand guard at the door, and the next person to come remember to exchange the secret code. You can ask, 'Did you enlarge a portrait of your cousin?' If he answers, 'No, I deposited three portraits of my aunt,' then it's correct."
The young man nodded and pointed to the door leading to the basement: "There is a staircase under the sauerkraut jar."
The brown curly-haired girl nodded, said goodbye to the young man and went into the basement, glancing at the child who was guarding inside with a spear.
The child looked nervous, but his eyes were bright.
Curly asked, "You don't want to become a monster either?"
"I don't want to, I'm going to marry Jiminy someday," said the child.
Curly: "Then you should bring her here too."
"She was taken to church by her mother." The child looked a little sad. "Will I ever see her come back?"
The curly-haired man didn't answer, but took out a piece of paper from his pocket and stuffed it into the child's pocket: "Cry, you can still cry at your age."
After saying that, he crawled under the sauerkraut jar, and sure enough, there was a staircase behind it. After going down the stairs, there was a secret room with a few old acquaintances inside.
One of them was hiding in the shadows, on guard, ready to rush out and wipe Curly-haired's neck at any time.