Chapter 1844 Partners

When Bol saw Qin Ran, it was already more than ten hours later.

When he walked out of the "Mist" Church's reception tent, Bol couldn't help but look up at the gloomy sky.

Flashes of thunder and low-pressure dark clouds from time to time are telling people that bad weather is coming.

By this time, most people could no longer tell whether the thunder was real thunder or whether the 'God of War' was angry.

But no matter what it is, life must go on.

The plague was brought under control.

Etantinople is once again alive and well.

However, when looking at the cathedral of the ‘War Temple’, people’s eyes became strange.

Some things cannot be concealed if you want to.

Especially if there are people who are interested in adding fuel to the flames.

Is 2567 involved?

Bol asked himself.

The answer is yes.

It can even be said that 2567 should be the main force among them.

Just face the gods...

Hope there won't be any surprises.

Bol prayed silently.

He admitted that 2567 was very strong.

They are all the top people in the huge city.

But no matter how strong he is, he will never be a god.

The only one who can deal with the gods is the gods!

This is a generally accepted truth.

"If it's that guy..."

Involuntarily, Bol began to think of the woman who had put him in the predicament he was facing.

A terrifying presence.

So much so that when he thought about it, the first emotion he felt was not anger, but fear.

Subconsciously tightening his coat, Bol temporarily threw away the memory of that woman and began to think about his future path.

Complete all tasks as much as possible and follow the footsteps of 2567 and others.

Throw it away yourself.

I'll get it back eventually!

With this thought, Bol opened the tent and saw Kieran sitting behind the dining table.

The food on the table was long gone.

There were only a few empty plates left.

Cleaner than an empty plate.

Even the taste is gone.

So much so that Bol was completely unable to determine what Kieran had just eaten.

Of course, he would not be interested in what Kieran ate.

The reason why he pays attention to these is because he keenly discovered that Kieran seemed to have some changes, but Boer couldn't tell what they were.

It's like looking at a landscape for many years, only to find that they have become unfamiliar at a certain moment, but just a moment later, that sense of familiarity returns.

Very mysterious.

But he couldn't say it.

After standing blankly in front of the tent for a second, Boll realized what he was doing.

He got rid of Kieran's different changes.

He paid more attention to his surroundings.

Then, he confirmed something different: at least after eating before, there would be residual food aroma in the air.

And now?

There was no trace of flavor left.

Is it ventilated?

Bol guessed, and at Kieran's signal, he sat on the side of the table.

And just after Bol sat down, Qin Ran asked directly.

"What do you think of 'Witch'?"

The question was so sudden that Boll was stunned again.

This time, it took four or five seconds for Bohr to smile bitterly.

"If I could, I would never want to touch her in my life."

"But that crazy and cruel feeling has been imprinted on my soul. Even now, when I think of her name, I can't help but feel fear."

"not lying to you."

"I was shaking just now."

Bol said, his smile stopped and he subconsciously wanted to pick up the cup in front of him.

Even if there is nothing in the cup.

But he hopes to divert attention this way.

Unfortunately, this was not successful.

Bol shivered when his fingertips touched the cold metal cup.

He seemed to have returned to the time when he first met the 'Witch'.

‘Want to embrace death? ’

‘Want to welcome a new student? ’

'I……'

‘I won’t give it to you. ’

That voice appeared again.

Bol's body began to tremble.

His eyes went dark for a while.

A figure seemed to be looming, as if it was about to come out of the depths.

"Help, help!"

Like a drowning man, Bol, who was supposed to be sitting there, began to raise his head and stammered.

Qin Ran responded.

The flames dispersed the darkness.

Whoosh, whoosh.

Bol gasped for air.

His hair stuck to his forehead, and the clothes on his body were completely soaked. His whole body seemed to have experienced a protracted battle and was almost exhausted.

"Sorry, I'm not in the right state."

Bol said.

"No."

"It's none of your business."

Qin Ran shook his head, and then asked seriously: "I am willing to give you the status of a baron as the heir of Aitandin. Are you willing to accept it?"

"Don't rush to answer."

"Because this is related to your mission."

"Once you agree, I hope you can leave."

"Of course, all the decisions are yours."

Amid Qin Ran's indifferent words, Bol showed a grateful smile.

Bol had thought of this before coming.

Even prepared for the worst.

Fortunately, the 'Fire Demon' and 'Fire King' in front of him did not make a mistake, and moreover, he gave him a reward that exceeded his expectations.

In Boll's mind, Lord was enough.

Baron has exceeded expectations.

"Thank you for everything you've done for me."

“A pleasure to work with.”

Bol said as he stood up as best he could.

He knows that if he continues to participate in the next direction of the world, he will definitely gain more.

But he is self-aware.

The war between the gods was not something he could participate in.

"Have you brought everything?"

Qin Ran reminded him kindly.

If you complete additional main missions, the huge city will not leave more time for players.

"certainly!"

"I'm not a rookie!"

Bol patted his pocket.

Then, after a pause, Bol continued to speak.

"If you can, help me take care of Ash. He's a good helper."

"Um."

"He is my bodyguard."

Kieran nodded.

Then, Qin Ran suddenly thought of something.

"'Broker', what do you think of that guy?"

Kieran asked in a clichéd tone.

Regarding the 'broker', Kieran asked Bol more than once.

And every time, Boll would have the same answer.

"That's a treacherous, insidious, and ambitious guy!"

"Be careful when you are with him!"

When Bol answered, his expression was quite solemn.

Qin Ran nodded slightly.

No more questions were asked.

He drove the other party and reiterated again.

"Pol, will you be loyal to me and become the Baron of Etentin?"

"I do!"

This time, Bol knelt down on one knee and answered according to Etantine's etiquette.

Almost as soon as the voice fell, Boll's whole body glowed with a faint light. Ten seconds later, Boll disappeared with a smile on his face.

For the first time, Qin Ran saw outsiders returning to the huge city.

Mimosa you say?

That one doesn't count as an outsider.

The next moment Bol disappeared, a superior evil spirit walked in in the form of Simon.

"He's more important than we suspected."

"At least, the protection aspect is very strong."

"I could sense his emotions."

"You can't peek into his memory."

"Not at all."

The upper evil spirit spoke very quickly and frowned.

Obviously, the recent smooth sailing has made him unable to accept such a helpless result.

But Qin Ran looked calm and indifferent.

"He has returned."

"It's in the past tense."

"We should focus where we can."

"And him?"

"Of course some people will continue to pay attention."

Qin Ran said slowly.

"Boss, are you not worried at all?"

The upper evil spirit couldn't help but ask when he thought of his boss's plan.

You must know that this is a cooperation without communication.

"do not worry."

"Because, that guy will definitely be fully prepared."

"Besides, do you think Rachel and the others will really not respond?"

Kieran said with certainty.

Then, he stood up and walked directly outside the tent.

The upper evil spirit thought for a moment, shook his head and followed his boss out.

Things are a little more complicated than it seems.

But what the hell?

It just needs to follow its Boss.

…

In the familiar feeling, Bol came back to his senses again.

He could confirm that he had returned to the giant city.

Simple room, safe enough.

Without hesitation, Bol just lay down on the mattress.

call!

He let out a sigh of relief.

In the dungeon world, he has tried his best to adjust, but the feeling of fatigue is still there. Anyone who is nervous will be like him.

He firmly believed that even the 'Demon of Fire' was no exception.

Of course, just as the 'Fire Demon' will keep his promise, so will he.

He wants to buy Lawless a drink.

By the way, sell some unused things and buy some necessities.

Although the communication market for newcomers on the channel is very good, Bol firmly believes that there will be better ones in the Harvest Tavern.

After a short rest, Bol packed his bags and pushed out the door.

After a smooth journey, Boll entered the Harvest Tavern.

Perhaps it was the wrong time to come, as there were very few people in the entire Harvest Tavern.

The feared landlady is not here.

The familiar Hans, Cole and others are not here either.

On the other hand, the 'loner' Levin was there. He was holding the cat as usual, staring at the door in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

However, none of this matters.

Bol saw the tall, muscular Lawless.

At this moment, Lawless was wearing an apron, holding a bucket and mop and mopping the floor hard.

Just like what he had seen several times before.

"Hey, Lawless."

Bol greeted.

"Hey, Bol."

"Want a drink?"

"If you order a drink worth more than 20 points, I think I can take off this apron for now."

Lawless let out a hearty laugh.

"I'll order two drinks."

"One drink for you."

"Just like I said before."

Bol also smiled.

Lawless took off his apron and ran into the bar. Although he didn't have Rachel's bartending skills, he could still make basic bartending.

20 points is right at the limit of this category.

Five minutes later, Lawless walked to the small table where Bol was sitting, carrying two glasses of wine.

"I like guys who keep their word, and..."

"Congratulations!"

Ding!

Glasses clinking.

Amid the crisp sound, Bol smiled even more happily.

Not only did he fulfill his promise, but also because he completed the most difficult beginning.

In the days to come, in three to five dungeon worlds, it will be difficult.

But definitely not sad this time.

Therefore, Bol is delighted with the 'congratulations'.

"These harvests are left to you."

"The fees are based on market prices."

Bol gave Lawless whatever was not needed in the harvest.

Since the reputation of the 'treasure hunter' spread, more and more people have come looking for Lawless.

In this regard, Lawless did not refuse.

Because these people are his friends.

He will not turn his back on friends.

And the cost?

Basically it is slightly equal to nothing.

For friends, Lawless will always think of other ways to compensate.

"Do you need to buy anything?"

"I can find a way to find anything that's not too exaggerated."

Lawless asked.

"I need to……"

Bol talked about his shopping items.

Then, after having another drink with Lawless, Boll got up and left the tavern.

When it was time to return to his room, Lawless had fulfilled his promise.

Standing in front of the door, checking his harvest, Bol, who was in a good mood, hummed a familiar tune.

However, soon, the little tune stopped abruptly.

A familiar person appeared behind him.

"What's up?"

"Ms. Bella."

Bol asked this member of the 'rebel' simply.

Although familiar, the voice was cold.

Because Boll could sense the other party's ill intentions.

It wasn't like this the first time we met.

But it happens every time.

"Our boss wants to see you."

Bella said matter-of-factly.

"Your boss?"

Bol's voice rose higher.

The mysterious, unknown boss of the rebels wants to see me?

The alarm bell in my heart was ringing crazily.

"is that so?"

Bol's tone was long, his hand had already grasped the door handle, and he was about to push the door open and enter.

However, Bella was faster.

In other words, those who ambush are faster.

A cloth bag appeared from the void and trapped Boer in it.

When he was trapped, Bol completely lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he was already in a room.

Sitting in front of him...

'broker'!

It wasn't because of how familiar he was with the 'broker', but because of the 'registrator' Zoel beside him.

The other party as a follower.

It can only appear next to the 'broker'.

Suddenly, cold sweat began to break out from Boll's forehead and back.

The 'broker' is the boss of the rebels?

What does he want to do?

These thoughts came to Boer's mind all at once.

"very good."

"It seems you know my identity."

"Then you should know... No, no, it's not you."

"2567 should have guessed my purpose."

Ignoring Bol's panic and silently checking some of the remaining breath on Bol's body, the 'broker' couldn't help but laugh.

The laughter was light, but there was indescribable confidence in the laughter.

after all……

That was the 'partner' he selected among countless people!