In the cold alley opposite the temporary shed.

Two men, one tall and one short, one thin and one fat, were watching all this silently.

They were wearing neat and consistent black trench coats.

On top of the head is a somewhat large windproof hood that doesn't fit the head.

At the end of the hat, a black silk scarf like bird feathers fell down, indicating their identity as the "Black Scarf Party".

The tall man coughed twice and said in a gloomy tone:

"Although it is an old neighborhood that is not in charge, it is not too unwilling to put our Black Turban Party..."

With a snap.

He was hit with a heavy punch on his forehead and even his hat was knocked off.

"idiot."

The short and fat man cursed:

"Why don't you pick up the hat?"

The tall and thin man bent down in shame and picked up his hat, his face full of resentment.

The short fat man sneered:

"This kind of adventurer who has the courage to sway the market alone is a typical IQ test machine!"

"What? Not convinced? If you dare to go over and cause trouble, I promise to see your body in the drainage channel tomorrow."

The tall and thin man grinned:

"You are too cautious!"

"Do you think I didn't see it? There was a gargoyle on his shoulder, and it was level 40."

"But as long as we call more people..."

With a snap.

Another heavy punch.

"It's really a waste, I can't pick up a hat."

The short fat man cursed in a low voice:

"I'm so fucking tall, I have to jump up to hit you in the head. I'm so angry."

"If your sister hadn't asked me to take care of you last night, I really wanted you to fend for yourself."

The tall and thin man covered his forehead with both hands and never dared to say anything again.

"Do you think the level that others see for you is the real level?"

The short and fat man lit a cigarette and his mood gradually calmed down:

"Remember to practice "insight" higher and see if the couple over there? That was the intelligence officer of the "Stone Dragon Society". The one selling fake medicine on the left was a member of the "Secret Society", and the girl who was flirting with her head was probably the scout of the "Iris Club".

"So many elite characters are just waiting and watching, who gives you the courage to go out and cause trouble?"

The tall and thin man looked around and looked at him with a fearful expression on his face.

"Sorry...brother-in-law."

The short fat man scolded:

"Don't call me brother-in-law outside!"

“Yes, yes, yes.”

"Team Leader Hans." The tall and thin man asked weakly:

"Then we just watch it?"

Hans shook his head:

"Paper and pen."

The tall and thin man quickly took out the paper and pen.

"The name, Wellington, is mostly a pseudonym.

Age 40+, suspected of having disguise.

The profession is initially speculated to be an alchemist, with a gargoyle of level 40+. It is not ruled out that the gargoyle is an elite template.

The level of oneself is definitely a disguise. The initial speculation is that the level is 45+, and the possibility of extraordinaryness cannot be ruled out..."

With Hans's extremely fast speaking speed.

Lines of information were written down.

Hans took the letter, nodded with satisfaction, and threw away the cigarette butt in his hand:

"Give the stuff to "Madame McCann."

The tall and thin man said in surprise:

"This matter needs to be reported to Floating Island No. 3?"

Hans nodded with a deep look:

"A powerful alchemist is worthy of the face of the men on the floating island."

"Move quickly, don't fall behind others."

The tall and thin man ran away in a hurry.

In the alley.

Hans was the only one who was smoking silently.

Until evening.

Wellington announced the closing of the stall, and everyone dispersed in disappointment, and there was no incident of trouble.

"It's really simple and simple."

Hans laughed dryly? Say hello to several colleagues hiding in the dark? He turned around and disappeared into the alley.

...

evening.

Roger walks on the path away from Sunrise Town.

At the beginning, several people followed.

But when they left the town, the people stayed in a very reasonable manner.

This disappointed Roger.

"The results of the first IQ test were actually passed by all the staff."

"I am sure that I am the guy who can survive in such a harsh environment."

He originally wanted to catch a wave of fish.

While killing a few gang members with justification, you can also get more monster information.

Now it seems that his layer count is low.

The low-level fishing method "Bi Bi Yao" is no longer suitable for this version.

It is different from the rural rustic bulldogs like the Hongxiu Brotherhood.

The gangs in Gem City are all old people.

One is more slippery than the other? Not fooled at all!

The good news is.

Thanks to the lucky one, the monster information of the "Red Earth Wasteland" is already complete.

It's strange to say.

Since the lucky one made a great success, the failure rate of enchanting by dotted gold and stone has risen sharply.

Later on.

Roger's weapon was almost broken at all.

After breaking six weapons in a row.

Roger decided to close the stall.

The eyes of the masses became increasingly wrong.

If this continues, he is afraid of being besieged as a liar.

In fact.

If there weren't gargoyles on the side to intimidate.
To be continued...