Chapter 1268 Section 190 Help Me

Chapter 1268 Section 190. Do me a favor

Wilson omitted many details. It was not that he did not want to mention it, nor that he did not want to open the scars, but that he really could not remember how he spent that muddled time.

He lost the person he cared about most in his life twice, but he did not collapse. This was already a tempering experience for Wilson from the stories of many guests.

Wilson locked himself in the empty tavern for a long time before he recovered.

The Black Reef Tavern resumed business. It had been closed for many days, and the business had long been divided up by nearby taverns. Wilson was too lazy to run it, and stayed behind the counter where Guang could not find it all day, rotting and stinking.

At this time, a man who claimed to be Adele's confidant appeared at the door of the tavern.

He said that Adele knew about the betrayal of his men in advance and told him: "If I die, you can take people you can trust to the Black Rock Tavern in the Golden City to find Wilson. You can rely on him as much as you rely on me, trust him as much as you trust me, and die for him as much as you can die for me."

Wilson burst into tears and fainted. When he woke up again, he decided to accept Adele's trust and bring all of Adele's men over.

They wanted to avenge Adele and die with the great lord.

Wilson, who cheered up, said that they rushed to the Golden Palace just to cause trouble to the cleaners who cleaned the floor tiles, so they should be patient.

Wilson rented a warehouse next door and placed them in it. Just in case, he secretly hired several rangers to go to Adele's camp and the vicinity of the Golden Palace to inquire about the news.

The news that Adele was skinned alive made him lose his mind, and the news that the "rebels" suffered heavy losses made him silent. When he learned that the betrayers had all received retribution, he laughed happily.

Is there anything more ironic than that the betrayers who betrayed Adele were betrayed by their new loyalists?

Wilson wanted to keep these survivors out of the limelight, give them some money and leave the Broken Mountains forever, and never come back, but...

A few days later, on a hazy rainy night, Wilson, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by the coolness that splashed in. He got up and wanted to close the window, but saw a silhouette standing in front of the window.

"Who are you? Why are you in my... Adele...?"

"Don't turn on the light, don't come over, don't see what I look like now..."

Wilson resisted the desire to rush up and hug him, and whispered: "Are you still alive?"

"Will the skinned people will be alive?"

"Adele"'s words made Wilson silent.

"Are you dead already..."

"Death is not terrible, Wilson, nor is pain. The real terrible thing is that you want to break free from your bondage, but you can't break free."

The mercenaries around were listening attentively, forgetting to quarrel.

This was the first time they heard their boss talk about such a thing.

"I asked her, did you come to me to tell me something? She answered me, yes. She said, 'Wilson, promise me not to let the people of Broken Mountains suffer the same fate as me. They are human beings, like everyone in the city, even the nobles'"

"So the next day, I asked them to register with the Mercenary Guild, get a formal identity, take on missions everywhere, and train themselves. I also asked them to believe in Adele."

Finally understanding this past, Annan was silent for a while, and said, "I need your help."

Wilson took a deep breath, suppressed the sadness of the memories, and asked seriously, "Please tell me."

"I'm looking for a blue dragon."

"Blue dragon... the wanted dragon?"

"Yes, she is my partner, and I am sure that Lord Raymond's wanted accusation against her is groundless. So I need to find her."

Wilson pondered and said, "We have no other skills, but we are idle enough. At most three days, as long as she is in Broken Mountains, we can find him."

"No, the great lord will hold a public trial in three days."

"We will try every possible way." Wilson could only promise this.

Annan nodded slightly, and without paying the deposit, he walked out of the tavern in Wilson's excitement.

He was a smart man, and he should have guessed his intention.

"If you dare to bite me, you're dead!" As soon as they reached the door, the mercenaries started acting again.

Annan walked out of the tavern, pretending to be uncomfortable with the light outside, squinted his eyes, quickly scanned the streets, and left the tavern with Black Widow.

"Do you want to help them?" Black Widow asked not far away.

"If they are willing to help me."

Annan said so, but everyone could see that Annan gave them a chance.

As long as they grasped it, Annan would lend a hand.

"They are destined to be useless."

Black Widow's sudden words attracted Annan's attention.

"I'm not saying we can't help him, but the gods won't respond to us anymore, even the magic web..." Black Widow raised her hand, and the magic elements gathered in her palm like elves, "They are gradually becoming obscure due to the loss of maintenance."

"What is magic...oh, that."

Annan is not particularly unlearned, at least he knows about the magic web.

This has to start with the three changes that magic has experienced.

The first time was when the ancient wizards who manipulated magic realized that magic was difficult to control, and every wizard needed terrifying talent and wisdom to take the step from apprentice to wizard. And no matter how much you teach by words and deeds, there will always be some loss in the process of knowledge transmission.

This made wizards at that time even rarer than warlocks today.

So the ancient wizards wrote spells into books, so that later wizards did not need to explore and control magic by themselves, and could release magic according to the guidance of the spell book.

The second time was when the arcane masters found that as their strength increased, they needed to learn more and more spells, and even a common illumination spell had dozens of magic nodes. No matter how smart the spellcasters were, they would make mistakes, and mistakes meant death in battle.

So the arcane masters launched a large-scale spell simplification activity and established corresponding spell models. Let the new arcane masters read the spell model several times to master the general casting process.

The third time was the reform initiated by the new God of Magic, Misgema.

As the successor personally selected by the former God of Magic from among mortals, He did not live up to the trust. A hundred years after raising the divine fire, He summoned dozens of legendary wizards and forged the magic net with them - as the name suggests, the magic net is the magic net.

The logic is that as long as the wizard constructs a spell model, he can memorize it on the magic network. When he wants to cast a spell, he doesn't have to worry about spell failure due to mistakes and nervousness. Even an elderly wizard with Alzheimer's disease can use the "lock picking technique" to solve the trouble of forgetting to bring the key when going out - provided that he does not forget the "lock picking technique".