Starts With Fusing Devil Crystal

Reg was stunned. He did not expect Mrs. Qiangwei to ask him such a question. He answered subconsciously, "Madam is very powerful. How could she fall into such a predicament?"    

    

Mrs. Qiangwei shook her head and sighed, "There are too many powerful people in this world. They are far more powerful than what we have seen. I know much more. With my strength... Although it is not low, it is someone who can defeat me. There are simply too many, who can guarantee that they will not have to worry for the rest of their lives... Just take it as an assumption."    

    

If Mrs. Qiangwei were to fall into such a situation, would he go all out to save her?    

    

Reg fell into deep thought. Mrs. Qiangwei quietly waited, but her eyes were not disappointed that Reg did not answer immediately. Instead, there was a look of anticipation.    

    

The scenes of the time he spent with Mrs. Qiangwei quickly passed through Reg's mind. Mrs. Qiangwei carefully taught him how to concoct pills in a soft voice. She was generous enough to give him the map, but when she ran away, she did not forget to bring him along.    

    

"If one day, Madam is really in trouble and needs help, Reg will definitely do everything he can to help her."    

    

Reg's tone wasn't high, but it was very serious.    

    

Mrs. Qiangwei's eyes suddenly became more spirited. She had been with Reg for a while and had a good understanding of Reg's character. Naturally, she could tell that Reg's words came from the bottom of his heart and were sincere.    

    

"Alright. I will definitely help you with this." After Mrs. Qiangwei said that, she smiled and said, "If Gale Heavenly Devil's strength did not decrease, it would be really troublesome. However, he was injured by the deputy captain of the Odin Sword Sect law enforcement team and his strength had regressed. It is not difficult to deal with him. "    

    

Hearing Mrs. Qiangwei agree to help, Reg was overjoyed. As long as Uncle Tadlin was still alive, with Mrs. Qiangwei's help, he would definitely be able to save him.    

    

"Thank you, madam, for your help."    

    

Mrs. Qiangwei smiled and shook her head. "You are my student. How can I watch you die? I still hope that you will shine in the future."    

    

"Let's find a place to stay first. You take off your mask and go to the Mercenary Association. I will not be with you. Let's see what tricks they are playing."    

    

After settling down, Reg took off the mask, changed his clothes, and walked towards the Mercenary Association alone.    

    

The Mercenary Association of Fire Cloud City was located in the central square of Fire Cloud City. Reg had just walked to the street corner of the square. These people all had the standard expression of an observer on their faces. They were talking in a low voice, but their eyes were looking at the center.    

    

Reg never liked to join in the fun, but these people blocked the entire main road. This made Reg very helpless. He could only stand outside the crowd and see what was happening inside.    

    

In the circle of the crowd, a tall and sturdy middle-aged man fell to the ground. His body was hunched, and his face was full of pain. Blood kept flowing out of the corner of his mouth.    

    

The middle-aged man had fiery red hair and fair skin. His tall nose and blue eyes did not seem to belong to the Burning Sun Empire. He should be someone from another country. Judging from his attire, he didn't seem like an ordinary person. He just didn't know why he fell on the street.    

    

The surrounding people didn't seem to have any intention of helping. Reg frowned and hesitated for a moment. He decided to ignore this matter and go to the Mercenary Association as soon as possible.    

    

Reg squeezed into the crowd and followed the inner circle to the opposite side. Just as he was walking, his feet suddenly tightened.    

    

Reg looked down and saw that the middle-aged man had extended his right hand. He grabbed his ankle and his eyes were filled with inexplicable hope. The surrounding people looked at the middle-aged man grabbing Reg with gloating eyes.    

    

Reg sighed in his heart. If this was the case, it would be too inhumane for him to ignore this matter.    

    

Squatting down, Reg helped the middle-aged man up and asked, "Do you have any relatives or friends nearby?"    

    

The middle-aged man's eyes were confused, as if he was thinking, but in the end, he still shook his head with effort. Reg saw that the middle-aged man was already injured and could not be entrusted to others. Looking at the hand that tightly grabbed onto his ankle, Reg bent down. He picked up the middle-aged man.    

    

When he picked him up, Reg found that the middle-aged man was very tall and sturdy. He was at least one head taller than ordinary people, and he was very sturdy. Luckily, Reg was a Fighter, and the Cold Iron Greatsword he usually held was not light. Holding the middle-aged man at the waist like this, he did not feel that it was heavy.