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 Elena was slightly surprised, and it was difficult for John to tell whether the expression was out of surprise or forced politeness. For a moment, the boy doubted whether he had accurately performed the arrogance of a down-and-out nobleman. Fortunately, the kind-hearted landlady still gave John a kind response.
 She suggested that John go to the Adventurer's Guild to submit a team application. The Adventurer's Guild established with funding from the Merchant Alliance was less than 500 steps away from her bar. Walking there wouldn't take more than a glass of refreshing beer. She also asked Tracy to help John. Add some lemon slices to the wine glass.
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 Adventurers Guild.
 The marble reliefs are painted with patterns of adventurers fighting various monsters. When you step up the steps and walk inside, there are long lines of people in front of every counter. There is an entire wall inside the guild covered with task commissions, and those slightly curled parchments have formed another wall.
 John walked silently to the end of the line. From the moment he stepped into this space, he could feel several eyes locked on him. I just don’t know if I have any “new friends” among them.
 Within an hour, John met the waiter at the counter. This female half-demon waiter with hellish blood said hello to John with a stiff smile. Her skin color was dark purple, darker than the skin color of the dark elf. John could easily ignore the interference of her skin and observed her fatigue.
 "Is there anything I can do to help, adventurer-sama?"
 "An identity registration. I'm looking for a team of adventurers. The requirement is that they must explore below the fourth floor of Optitdam."
 "Okay, Sir Adventurer!" The half-demon quickly and skillfully took out a form and wrote quickly on the paper, "I need your name, occupation, and as complete information as possible. This will help You look for the right partner.”
 "John Crenzo, warlock, veteran adventurer."
 "that's it?"
 "that's it."
 Without another word, the waiter threw back the paper with John's adventurer's information. A catman wearing the same guild uniform grabbed the registration form from the air, jumped in a few steps and rushed to the second floor where the mission registration board was. The response staff who had already prepared the glue took the paper and posted it on the commission board that was rotated on a regular basis.
 "It usually takes more than seven hours to apply for a team with difficulty level four in the dungeon. Lord Warlock, the guild will definitely notify you of any news about the team as soon as possible. Before that, if you find a suitable team in advance , you can change or cancel the team application at any time."
 "OK."
 "The processing fee is 135 gold coins." Her smile came to life, like a newly bloomed night lily nourished by melted snow water. It was like a magic force climbed up her spine and poured into her brain, making her feel refreshed. Super magic focus. This fascination reached its peak when she took the money bag, and withered the moment she put the money bag into the cashier. This waiter obviously enjoyed the process of harvesting wealth. Even if she knew the next second that the gold coin did not belong to her, she still enjoyed it.
 Regaining his dejected yet brave appearance, the waiter received the next adventurer.
 Efficient and expensive, this is the entire impression the Adventurer's Guild left on John. John would not consider himself more efficient than these professional organizers. During this waiting time, he could just handle some trivial matters.
 For example, contact the informant from the ogre gambling house.
 There are two trading markets in Grimmjow City, one in the central area of ​​Grimmjow City, and one outside the city, just outside the underground city of Optitdam. There was an endless stream of businessmen, turning the gathering area into a small camp. Grimmjow's municipal officials have thought of countless ways to suppress the adventurer camp, but none of them have worked, because exemption from the excessive transaction tax is a big temptation for many people.
 In this tent-lined camp, John took out the dirty cloth left by the troll. At the bottom of the dirty handwriting, there is a conspicuous mark of the Ogre Gambling House. He folded the cloth in half like a napkin into a small triangle, with the imprint facing out, and strolled around the market nonchalantly.
 It wasn't until John looked at the third stall and heard the stall owner bragging about the priceless antique jars he had brought out of the dungeon that John felt prying eyes. A look that was so direct and almost provocative came from the corner of the tent in front of him. John looked in that direction and saw an unkempt little boy staring at him.
 He was wearing an khaki jacket with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His exposed tanned arms were stained with a small amount of dust. His shorts were a little worn and he wore a pair of leather boots that were obviously too big.
 He was not afraid of John's gaze. The two looked at each other for two or three seconds. The boy shook his head and slipped into the alley.
 "Not even close." John said softly, walking towards the corner where the boy disappeared. When he reached the boy's spot, a red ribbon pushed through the gravel and blended into his robe.
 The shrewd boy kept an absolutely safe distance, sometimes deliberately pausing to take John around a few corners, and finally got into a relatively hidden tent. When John stepped inside, he found that he was surrounded. Three men wearing hoods and holding short swords surrounded John with horns.
 The boy with the sly eyebrows was standing outside the encirclement and asked in a high-pitched voice: "Where did that piece of cloth come from?"
 "I'm a guest."
 "Whose guest?"
 "Ogre Gambling House."
 The boy raised his hand to tell the three of them to put away their weapons, acting like a talker.
 "It's always good to be cautious. Doing business with gambling houses is not a glorious thing." But it is also very profitable. The boy muttered and took off a ring from his left middle finger. His body began to deform, his skin stretched and some wrinkles appeared, and his bones grew a little, but not too much. In less than ten seconds, the boy transformed into a halfling.
 "Charla Ed is at your service, guest." Charla, the halfling, opened his arms as if for a hug.
 "I want more detailed information about the woman Nora Sebas." John raised his hand to stop Chara's progress. Hugging a halfling was a troublesome thing because of the mismatch in height. And John would not have unprotected physical contact with a thief leader.
 Charla showed an innocent look and spread her hands.
 "All my information was traded to the gambling house, guest."
 "Come on, Charla." John narrowed his eyes, "Who would give all the information to the troll? You want to sell the information for a good price. But you also understand that it is not valuable in itself, and that woman does not have many enemies. , except for the Ogre Gambling House, I am the only one who will take the trouble to track her. And as time goes by, the information you hold will become more and more inaccurate. As long as she is here, I don't need your information. , we will be able to catch her sooner or later, it’s just a little more troublesome.”
 John stared at Chara, judged that his professional level was not high, and secretly used the spell [Charm Human].
 "Charla, you actually don't have many valuable details, right? Why don't you leave those trivial matters to me, the only buyer, Charla Ed." John's eyes turned bright red, and the aura of the spell will The two people's eyes were connected, and the annoying pink aura was not conspicuous in other people's eyes.
 "...You are right, guest." Chara compromised. He ordered the three men to exit the tent, took out a silver coin from his pocket and showed it to John.
 "Ten gold coins, guest."
 John understood that this was Chara's lowest psychological price, so he handed several gold coins to Chara and took away the silver coin. Chara showed a tangled look, but did not stop.
 John tried to find some familiar outlines on the silver coin, but there was no other impression except that special mint smell. Did Nora steal this along the way?
 "The girl suddenly appeared in the camp. No one saw how she came. A few gangsters tried to follow her, but lost her. She stayed in Rust's antique shop for about an hour, and later she and A group of strangers in black cloaks met, and I followed them until they all entered a tent together."
 "It didn't take long before the tent was empty. Some people said they saw them entering the underground city of Optitdam overnight. That girl should be in the team."
 John frowned, trying to analyze the information in the words.
 "You can't be sure she's on the team or not."
 Charla explained: "She may be there, but as long as she wears a black cloak, no one dares to take a closer look, and no one counts the number of people."
 "this is all?"
 "all."
 John narrowed his eyes and let go of his mental power to suppress.
 "No, that's not it. I know the greed of you informants. When you find a target, you will never just watch from a distance. You sneaked into the tent, at least got close and heard something. What are you hiding?"
 Chara's expression quickly distorted, reaching a threshold and actually breaking out of the charmed state, but he did not notice John's mental interference and hostility, because he was already immersed in fear and was mumbling uncontrollably.
 "No! No! I didn't hear anything! Because he will kill me! There is a monster in that tent! A...a demon!"
 John knew there were no demons, because a real demon of the abyss would just tear him apart. It might be another terrifying creature that can plunge people into terror, or an hallucination caused by a fear spell. Either way, John knew that those who seduced Nora Sebas were not good people. It's really... troublesome for such people to mix with Nora.
 Chara had not yet gotten rid of the state of fear. His eyes were rolling wildly, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he was uttering suppressed murmurs. Without John's mental oppression, Charla Ed would have screamed in terror, scurrying around like a headless fly. Then the thieves outside the tent will be alerted, and they will blame it all on me.
 John Kemp took out the silver coin and began to imagine how Charla got it.
 [She brought my Holy Emblem and just came here when she noticed an unkempt and dirty boy looking at her with dull eyes. Her keen sense will detect that the boy wants something from her. If it were in the past, she would not hesitate to see through the disguise. But she was nervous and distracted by other things, so her mind allowed motherhood to take over. She called the boy and gave him a silver coin. 】
 John sighed and asked Charla Ed: "Did you see red in that line?"
 "What red?"
 John gave the answer.
 His black robe gradually dyed red, and the fibers exploded, like a blooming bloody flower, and like a bloody mouth that can eat people.
 Charla Ed panicked at what he saw, and his fear of the tent demon was overridden. He screamed, and the men outside the door rushed in quickly, but they saw only his leader clinging to the corner and screaming, cursing.
 "Damn, he's that John Kemp!"
 "I should sell it more expensively!"
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 Warlock John Kemp, this believer of the alien god has been collecting the blood of warlocks. After another harvest, he returned to the Dark City where he settled. When he just analyzed the harvest, he found that his treasure was stolen. In order to get back that thing, the magician followed the vague guidance and embarked on an adventurous journey again...
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 Travel through a world of fusion novels. 
 Xu Beiwang couldn’t help but complain: 
 “Why do other people wear the protagonist, and no matter how bad they are, I’m just a dazed king, but I’m just a little loyal to the female villain?” 
 However, he soon discovered that it felt really good to bully others, anyway, the black pot was carried by the female villain. 
 Ever since, Xu Beiwang went farther and farther on the road of overpowering others… 
 Besides, he also activated the Looting System. 
 “Son of Destiny? Well, your treasure is mine!”
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 Sun He became the first male captain of a Starfleet with only female soldiers after time travel.
 Poor and outdated starships, poor living conditions, and the plight of the fleet's imminent disbandment.
 No starship?
 Then let's make it ourselves!
 From star frigates to star destroyers and star battlecruisers, build what you lack.
 An interstellar battleship with giant ships and cannons, entry is killing!
 There are also interstellar aircraft carriers and starships that lead drones and interstellar fighters to gallop across the star sea! Bring you a taste of despair.
 What the known universe is currently researching is T4 technology? Excuse me, we just commissioned ten T4 technology starships.
 living environment?
 The female soldiers of our Qingyuan Fleet are treated the best in the entire galaxy.
 Five meals a day, full control.
 Weight loss or something is not allowed!
 Female soldier: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu of three months.
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 About the mechanical empire starting from Naruto: War and Peace Flesh and Steel Chaos and Order I will bring war to thousands of worlds, establish peace I will expel the land of chaos, establish an empire of order I am the mechanical master, the guardian of order, the mechanical empire owner.
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 When he woke up, Ling Tian found himself transmigrated into the world of the novel,
 Seized the body of the Sacred Land villain ancestor,
 Disdainful of the offspring offending the destined protagonist for the sake of beauty,
 In a few years, the other party will attack the sect?
 The next second, the "Many Children and Many Blessings System" was successfully bound.
 Take a concubine and give birth to a new heir, and you can get high rewards!
 This system is so cool, Ling Tian immediately put it into practice!
 "Congratulations to the host for taking a concubine and the destiny protagonist Qingmei. Reward: ten times the speed of cultivation!"
 "Congratulations to the host, the empress of the concubine dynasty, the reward: the Ancient Sacred Body!"
 "Congratulations to the host of the Concubine Demon Sect Saintess, the reward: the Supreme Double Cultivation Method!"
 "Congratulations to the host for taking a concubine..."
 A few years later, I saw that all the beauties I liked had transformed into the shape of my ancestor.
 The protagonist of Destiny has a mental breakdown!
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 “By pushing light into darkness, I obtained incredible power. By sucking the essence of life, I became an immortal monster.” 
 He was dressed in a sacred cloak. Singing commands to the horde of demons. 
 “Yes, even if this might be my fall, I’d die either way!” 
 He was merely a child who became a s*ave. Powerless and abandoned. Never once did he hesitate to do anything to overturn his doomed fate. 
 After all, a God is above all moral values. 
 This is the story of a man who has succeeded in evolving his mortal body and soul into that of a God.
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 Fick, who transmigrated over to a world of magic, and was tied to a godly choice system at the very start. Henceforth, he would have to choose from three choices in everything he did, with each choice being rewarded generously.
 When he was mocked by a prodigy for his poor talent during entrance exams…
 “Ding! Please take a pick, Host.” [1: Retort (Reward: super magic crystal)] [2: Ignore (Reward: super fire-element strengthening potion)] [3: Retort, and agree to a duel (Reward: Pinnacle talent of the nine magical elements)]…
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 Chu Mo traveled through the fantasy world and worshipped the Holy Land of Absolute Beginning.
 I thought that this was the rise, but who knew that the talent was mediocre, and that he could not make an inch after practicing for more than ten years.
 Just when he was about to be expelled from the Holy Land, he awakened the ability to view the script of his life.
 "I turned out to be a little villain who was destined to be slapped in the face by the protagonist?"
 "And the little maid who brought me the foot wash was actually the reincarnation of the empress, and she also had the fate of a prosperous husband?"
 Chu Mo was shocked.
 "and many more……"
 "I seem to be able to see other people's opportunities!"
 ...
 Along the way, he made good friends with the female emperor and various destiny heroines, and slapped his face to cut off the opportunity of many children of destiny. Before he knew it, Chu Mo had already stepped on the top of martial arts, turned his back to all living beings, and overlooked the heavens.
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 Twenty years ago, Prince Zheng’s beloved Afang Nu gave birth to a son who died.
 This son was later deduced by the Yin-Yang family as a person who was punished by heaven and was cursed.
 King Zhuangxiang of Qin, in order to protect the villages and crops of the Jiangshan Mountains, secretly executed him without the knowledge of the son’s government order.
 That night, the imperial killing god Bai Qi sneaked into the National Teacher’s Mansion and took out a baby…
 Twenty years later, the six kings are completed, and the four seas are one.
 When Ying Zheng dragged his slightly tired body, he ascended the tallest building in the Epang Palace.
 With the vast Qin territory under my feet, there is always a trace of unspeakable regret in my heart…
 On this day, a highly respected old man surnamed Bai died.
 At the same time, the 20-year-old Bai Ze obtained: the Daqin slaughter system.
 The Daqin killing star fell, and the anti-Qin forces from all sides were ready to move.
 But no one thought that the empire would have a more ruthless Jagged Man Tu!
 Ding!&nbsp;You killed 30,000 Huns and got 8,000 Great Snow Dragon Riders!
 Ding!&nbsp;You destroy the Mojia government city and get the two-sleeved green snake!
 Ding!&nbsp;You behead the traitor Zhao Gao…
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 Lin Wudao has traversed, and there is an invincible corpse collection system.
 As long as you collect the corpses for the strong, you can get the things they owned or touched as rewards during their lifetime, and the obtained items are still strengthened.
 Lowest, ten times stronger!
 [You collected the corpse of the great emperor Jiang Taichu, and gained ten thousand years of cultivation! 】
 [You collected the body of your fiancée Jiang Qingxue, obtained the Zichen Sword, a humane spirit weapon, and after strengthening it ten times, it was upgraded to become an extreme spirit weapon, the Xuantian Ancient Sword! 】
 [You collected the bones of an immortal, obtained a ray of immortal origin, enhanced it by 100,000 times, and upgraded it to become the original origin of Hongmeng. After refining it, you can be promoted to the immortal emperor! 】
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 Since obtaining the invincible corpse collection system, Lin Wudao has embarked on an invincible road that can push through the ages and suppress the heavens.
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 What? The mimicry model experiment in the fantasy Nine Thousand Worlds failed, has Xiao Yan become Emperor Yan? No, there is no such good thing. It is not the Emperor Yan of the Fighting Qi Continent, but the Emperor Yan of the Horse Qi Continent in parallel time and space. In the era when human warriors had not yet tamed the magical beasts, this continent was civilized by the fact that everyone could turn fighting energy into horses to move around. Yes, everyone in the duel said, "Dou Di ahead, do you dare to dismount and fight?" 
 What's even more tragic is that, to be precise, Xiao Yan is not Emperor Yan, but Xiao Yan, who has just come back from the dead. 
 This Xiao Yan didn't lose his fighting spirit, didn't break off the engagement, didn't feel aggrieved and helpless, he was just beaten to death! Well, Xiao Yan thinks Xiao Yan is more willing to be aggrieved and helpless~ 
 However, now that I am here, I have to reconstruct my life, focusing on a legend who is pushing towers all the way and has extraordinary talents: 
 The magic circle determines life and death, and the elixir determines the universe. 
 The storm started from itself, and the strange fire extinguished the ghosts and gods!
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 The samsara space descends.
 This is a world composed of various dungeons, as long as you conquer the dungeons, you can get rewards.
 Everyone has ten chances to choose a novice dungeon. The more scripts of the same series and the higher the difficulty, the richer the rewards will be.
 The person who sent it saw the most difficult Resident Evil script among the novice scripts, and chose it without hesitation.
 "I am too familiar with Resident Evil, this must be the highest difficulty."
 "I've watched this movie countless times, and I remember every detail clearly."
 However, after entering the copy, I found that the script was completely different from the movie in my memory.
 "Where's Alice? Who's Rebecca?"
 "Isn't the first one in the hive? What the hell is this mansion."
 Only Han Yue looked at the photo with Ada in his hand, lost in thought.
 Isn't this the plot of the game?
 His identity in the dungeon is actually the director of the research institute, and he also has a girlfriend named Ada Wang.
 So my identity is Ada's boyfriend in Biochemistry No. 1?
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 The formless ancient world was infested with despicable demons. They hunted and feasted on mankind, keeping the human civilization constantly in a weak and suppressed state.
 During the first known year, a magical mountain descended into the world from the realm of the Gods. Carved on this enormous mountain was a message: ‘Heaven Prevails’…
 After the Grand Descent, a name that was given to the descending of the mountain, the Three Great Sages made their ways to Mystic Mountain where they learned to harvest what we now call magic, establishing the Mystic Cults and eighty-one sacred shrines to help aid mankind with the cult’s mystic powers against the eternal fight to the death with demons.
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