I’m Really Not Targeting the Mages

Roger's heart skipped a beat at the bartender's answer.

But he quickly grasped the two key words in the other party's words.

"Floating Island" and "Inundation".

There is a lot of information hidden behind this.

As far as Roger knows.

People living on the floating island are people from the six major "families", and they are the real rulers of Gem City.

The many gangs under the floating island are nothing more than the external manifestations of the intertwined forces of the six major families.

This group of people holds the core power of Gem City.

That power is the spell.

That's right.

Today's Gem City Floating Island is the legacy of the "Aether Society" era.

After the members of the six major families inherited the authority of the Aether Society.

The "Society of Truth" was established in the style of the old days.

The Society of Truth represents the highest level of magical attainment in and around the Gem City.

It is said that the number of extraordinary mages inside exceeds double digits.

This is a very terrifying force.

And in this case.

"Ether-eating dragons" can actually flood the floating island...

Then think of the scene where Roger marked the ether-eating dragon, not only did the other party not dodge, but rushed over aggressively.

It is not difficult to infer the following results:

The Aether Eater has extremely high magic resistance, maybe even magic immunity!

At the same time, its own physical defense is also high enough.

In this case, it dared to be so arrogant.

As for why he was slapped to death by Roger.

It is most likely the cause of "Qi".

"The Crush Palm is indeed a sharp weapon for eliminating demons. In the final analysis, I am still a disciple of Genzheng Miaohong Qingquan Sect."

thought Roger, rather proudly.

...

"But I advise you not to think too much."

Unknowingly.

The bartender started talking more, and he looked at Roger seriously:

"Last week, a few people tried to board the floating island, but they were thrown off."

"If it were you, how would it feel to be thrown off a floating island nearly a thousand meters away?"

Roger nodded in agreement:

"That's a really scary thing."

The bartender nodded with satisfaction:

"So, don't think about reaching the sky in one step."

"I think you look good. I have several other jobs here that you can try."

Say it.

He quietly pushed a small note over.

...

"Urgent move: strong and strong man/gentle boy/butter boy"

"Working location: Unknown, most of them are salons for ladies on floating islands"

...

"Ah, thanks for the kindness...but I'm not thinking about that for now."

Roger declined the bartender's gracious invitation.

No wonder.

The new human skin mask he put on is a bit light in temperament, but its appearance is really good.

After the change, his Charisma directly increased by 2 points.

In terms of appearance, it may add more points.

After being rejected by Roger, the bartender's attitude immediately became cold.

Roger was not annoyed either. After paying a tip as promised, he was about to leave.

Who knew that the bartender took the initiative to strike up a conversation with the little girl in black skirt behind Roger:

"May I know your name, beautiful lady?"

The little girl in the black skirt froze for a moment, then looked at Roger.

The latter blinked.

She understood immediately, and said delicately:

"My name is Woodpecker."

Her lingua franca was newly learned, and she stuttered a bit, but instead carried an indescribable charm.

"Oh, Woodpecker! What a poetic name!"

The bartender immediately hummed a song, and after humming, he looked affectionately at the little girl in the black skirt:

"Can I buy you a drink?"

Quickly glanced at Roger's leaving back.

Woodpecker smiled shyly:

"sure."

...

late at night.

In a single room on the third floor of the Scavenger Hotel.

The little girl in the black skirt who just came back put a big bag of information on the table.

While flipping through the information, Roger asked casually:

"How was the drink?"

The woodpecker said delicately:

"It sucks."

Roger frowned and said, "Use a normal voice."

"Understood, master, it sucks."

A deep male voice sounded:

"The human being got more and more excited after drinking, and then took me to his residence, where these things were found."

Roger nodded:

"And then? Did he discover your identity?"

Woodpecker frowned and said:

"That's the bad point."

"After he found out, he became even more excited."

Roger coughed violently, nearly choking himself.

"And then what?"

he asked gossipingly.

"I killed him."

Woodpecker said succinctly:

"The errand he tried to introduce you to during the day today was a trap."

"The so-called job content is not to serve the ladies at all, but to become a human experiment for a mage on the floating island."

"According to my inquiries, more than 20 people have been fooled this year, and the final fate is very miserable."

Roger nodded slightly.

This did not exceed his expectations.

When the bartender was selling the job, his sixth sense detected malice.

I just didn't expect this to happen.

"This floating island is really full of haze."

Roger couldn't help but snort softly.

He thought for a while quietly, and said:

"For the next period of time, you let Ugu lead the others to find an abandoned farm to stay in peace, and I will inform you of the next move."

"The money is enough for you to spend, but be careful and keep a low profile."

Woodpecker nodded again and again.

"What about you, master?"

She couldn't help asking one more question.

"Up to the floating island."

Roger tapped lightly on the document he had pulled out from a pile of information in his hand.

...

"Mission: Recruit Senior Masseurs"

"Description: Ms. Shar from Floating Island No. 4 suffers from cervical spondylosis and hip pain, and is now recruiting senior masseurs from the Gemstone City area, with an hourly salary starting at 200 copper rings"

"Contact: Old Locke (you can find him near Black Hawk Square or the Ruin Bridge)"

...

the next afternoon.

On Blackhawk Square.

A frivolous young man carrying a black coffin walked by quickly, attracting the attention of many people.

But in Gem City.

There are people in all kinds of fancy clothes.

In the eyes of many people, the coffin is just a decoration.

The wandering warblers on the periphery of the square whistled one after another and kept winking at the young man, but unfortunately the latter ignored it.

"Are you Ah Ba?"

A corner of the square.

The gray-haired old Locke joked:

"Don't be so nervous, Shangfu Island is not going to die."

"Of course, if you can't satisfy Ms. Shar, she might throw you off the floating island, and this coffin won't come in handy. Why don't you sell it to me cheap?"

Roger raised his eyebrows, and said a little haughtily:

"I am a martial artist, this is my practice tool."

Old Locke nodded in relief:

"Yes, I have seen your self-introduction, a martial artist from the deep mountains of "Thunder Heights". "

"Perhaps someone like you is what Ms. Shar needs."

"We have to move faster, otherwise it will take more than two hours to wait for the next floating boat."

Roger was silent.

Just followed Old Locke to the depths of Black Hawk Square.

20 minutes later.

They were standing on the deck of a medium-sized pontoon.

In the huge roar of inferior media stone.

The floating boat slowly took off.

When the strong wind hit, many people on the deck involuntarily supported the wooden poles at hand.

Roger didn't help, he had seen a lot of wind in the sky.

Wait until the airflow gradually stabilizes.

Old Locke said:

"Don't worry too much. The floating boat flies very slowly. Today is just the turn for floating island No. 4 to ascend to the highest orbit, so it will take longer."

Roger was surprised:

"With such a low transportation efficiency, don't the gentlemen on the floating island think it's slow?"

Old Locke smiled:

"One day, if you join the six major families, you won't need to take the floating boat anymore."

"Your mobility vehicle will become an 'Aether Gate'. That is a very powerful teleportation technology left by the ancestors of the old age. I heard that the masters of the Truth Society have been working hard to restore this technology. I don’t know when it will be successfully promoted. Let us also enjoy that convenience. "

Roger recognized the tentativeness in his words and gave him a stern look.

The latter smiled awkwardly and stopped talking.

...

The floating boat slowly docked.

Old Locke led Roger through the clean and tidy city, and finally came to a secluded villa.

After knocking on the door, a housekeeper naturally came to receive him.

Old Locke completed the broker's mission and left without looking back.

The middle-aged housekeeper with a serious expression led Roger all the way to the living room, and left after only a few words of confession.

Roger put down the black coffin and sat down on his own.

The decoration in the living room is extremely luxurious.

The ground is paved with a whole piece of pure white marble.

A series of complicated citrine chandeliers hung from the dome, seven or eight meters long.

The eyes are full of gold and jade splendor.

Even the handle of the chair Roger is sitting on is inlaid with two pieces of white marble.

I almost didn't type the word "rich" on the furniture.

suddenly.

There was a itch on the back of his hand.

Roger looked down and was immediately happy——

An ether-eating dragon appeared out of nowhere, and was clamoring and dancing on the back of his hand at the moment!

Roger smiled.

A backhand is a slap.

...

"You killed an Ether Eater Dragon"

"You gained 1 XP"

"Your reflection speed has been slightly increased"

...

"It's comfortable."

Roger was so happy!

"What are you doing?"

A curious voice came.

Roger looked up.

What caught my eye was a head of fiery red hair.

big eyes.

long eyelashes.

Melon face.

Explosive body.

At this point, Roger no longer looked down, because the other party was only wearing loose pajamas.

on the data bar.

...

"Sixth Sense: You met Shar, a sorceress, her level is between 36 and 41, and she is suspected to have demon blood."

...

"Sixth Sense: You perceive that the sorceress Shar is not wearing..."

...

Roger quickly looked away.

The sixth sense is too keen.

He had to restrain himself.

"Just an annoying bug."

Roger held the body of the ether-eating dragon in his palm calmly, and then asked:

"Can I start treatment?"

Shar glanced at the black coffin next to him thoughtfully, and yawned lazily:

"sure."

"Ugly words beforehand, if you can't satisfy me, you'd better have a flying scroll on you."

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked into the room.

Roger followed quickly.

...

10 minutes later.

In a dimly lit room.

Three sticks of incense were burning in the corner, and the smell of mixed essential oils permeated the air, somewhat charming.

Shar lay on the long water bed and urged:

"quick."

Roger unhurriedly pressed his right hand on her hip.

A large amount of gas gathers here.

Under Roger's efforts.

Seeped out little by little.

...

"Hint: You use 'Qi' to treat the target locally"

...

"Huh?"

Shar, who was lying on her stomach, made a surprised sound.

Not long.

The sorceress's continuous joyous humming came from the room.

...