Starts With Fusing Devil Crystal

Reg smiled and nodded. The matter was settled. The man took out his mercenary badge and went to the front desk to start the process of accepting tasks. Because all the missions needed to be handed over and the names of the people who did the missions needed to be recorded. If the mission was completed well, the level of the mercenary could be increased, but if the mission was not completed well... Or if the mercenary was not responsible in the middle, or even had bad intentions towards the employer, they would be demoted. They would even be hunted down by the Mercenary Association.    

    

As an intermediary organization, the Mercenary Association was also responsible for the employers of all the bidding missions. If there were mercenaries who were interested in money, or if they did not follow the mercenary missions, then... The Mercenary Association would punish the mercenaries to a certain extent, and the most serious punishment was, of course, to kill them. The Mercenary Association would not take any responsibility because before every Fighter or mage became a mercenary, they had to sign a Mercenary Agreement. There were more detailed terms to deal with various things.    

    

Of course, if you followed the rules and did what you should do, then these terms would be useless. However, if you violated them, these terms would become the basis of punishment, or even the death god who sought your life.    

    

After completing the procedures, Reg and Afar agreed on a time to meet the next day. He walked out of the Mercenary Association alone and felt relieved. With the help of these five people, he could kill the Fire Lizard and collect the Blood Grass. He believed that it would be very safe.    

    

There was still some time before the sky turned dark. Reg started to stroll around the Fario City. There were many famous snacks and strange things in the Fario City, which attracted many people to come here.    

    

Reg walked on the streets of Fario City and looked at the streets that were completely different from Holy Light City. He had a different experience. For Reg, who had been living on the small island at the border, every city was different.    

    

The Burning Sun Empire had a vast territory. There were dozens of big cities like Holy Light City across the country. There were at least a hundred cities like Fario, not to mention those small cities. There were small towns, and outside of the Burning Sun Empire, there were dozens of big and small countries. However, these countries were located in relatively remote and barren places, which could not be compared to the Burning Sun Empire. There were millions of people in the larger countries, and even a few thousand in the smaller ones.    

    

Reg did not care about these things. What he was interested in were the cultivators in the world. The Fighter Sword Sect, the magic school, the various strange professional cultivators, the hermit family that stayed indoors, the Eight Great Sacred Lands, and so on filled every corner of the world. This was a super huge world.    

    

In this world, the strong were respected, and it was not a lie at all. As long as you had enough strength, even His Majesty of the Scorching Sun Empire would be respectful to you. His Majesty was a powerful Fighter. After all, he was the ruler of a country. As long as he opened his mouth, he would obediently hand over any high grade Battle Qi Spell. What kind of miraculous pills and medicines were not inexhaustible? This kind of cultivation... Even a pig would probably reach a super powerful level.    

    

Not only did His Majesty take the lead to cultivate, His Majesty also sealed the Hongmeng Sword Sect and the Fire Spirit Sect of the eight holy lands as the Sword Protector Sect and the School of Magic Protector. These two holy lands fought one devil, and there were countless experts. Who would dare to disobey?    

    

As Reg strolled around, his mind was thinking about the world that Uncle Lang had told him about. His heart was filled with pride. Judging from Uncle Lang's tone, this Cold Ice Spell was definitely not simple. It must be a very powerful Battle Qi Spell. As for how high its grade was... He wasn't sure, but judging from what Uncle Lang said... He didn't know either. To be more precise, he didn't know much about it.    

    

Uncle Lang knew how powerful this Battle Qi Spell was, but he didn't know what level it was. Therefore, he kept reminding Reg to be careful in his cultivation and not be targeted by others.    

    

Just as Reg was thinking about this, the crowd in front of him suddenly became chaotic. A figure jumped out of the crowd and ran towards them like a nimble fish. Behind him, a few men with weapons were quickly chasing after him. A young man was gasping for breath as he anxiously shouted, "Whoever helps me catch that thief will be heavily rewarded."    

    

Reg fixed his eyes on the young man. He couldn't help but laugh in his heart. Sure enough, it was a rare occurrence. This young man was the young man in the carriage that he had met on the way to Fario.    

    

Looking at the anxiety and anger on the young man's wretched face, Reg found it very interesting. He didn't know what had been stolen...    

    

Just as Reg was about to walk to the side of the street, the man in front of him stumbled and bumped into Reg because he was running too fast. Reg subconsciously reached out his hand to support the man's shoulders.    

    

The man used Reg's strength to stand up. He quickly looked up at Reg and said in a low voice, "Thank you."    

    

Reg finally saw the man's face from a close distance. He was wearing a hat. His face was black. It was unknown what dirty things he had smeared on his face. His eyes were black and white. Reg let go of his hands. The man quickly ran past Reg and disappeared into the crowd behind him.    

    

Reg took back his hands in surprise and rubbed his fingers. He frowned. He had just grabbed the man's shoulders. He felt soft. When he raised his head, Reg saw that his neck was very flat, as if he did not have an Adam's apple.    

    

This thief was a woman?