Infinite Bloodcore

That night, Buquan didn't sleep well either.

Unlike the dragon boy, she was awakened by a nightmare.

In her dream, she returned to the depths of her memory, the most unbearable moment.

She held a middle-aged female snow elf in her arms and cried in pain and despair: "Amu, don't die to get rid of you, don't die! Don't leave me..."

The nanny who had raised her almost since childhood stared at Buquan with gentle and loving eyes: "Xiaoquan, although elves live long, they will always die."

"Our separation is just a little early."

"Don't think about revenge, never. Run away, get out of here quickly."

"You are so kind, kid. When you leave Eminem in the future, be careful not to trust others easily. You have to know that it is difficult to judge a human heart from its appearance, not even from its actions."

"People's hearts will change."

"You have to protect yourself, Eminem can no longer accompany you."

"To live well..."

The middle-aged female elf lost the breath of life in Buquan's arms.

The next moment, Buquan opened his eyes on the bed, tears streaming down his face.

Sadness filled her heart, making it difficult for her to sleep.

She reached the desk, took out an alchemy device from the drawer and started it.

A magical image of her nanny unfolds before her.

In the past, whenever she could no longer hold on, she would activate this alchemical device to draw the hope of survival and the motivation for revenge from mother's love.

"Eminem, please rest in peace."

"I have already avenged you, using the alchemy tools I gave you."

How many times had she woke up from nightmares with similar content as she did now.

But this time, recalling the scene that happened in the duel field, the sadness in Buquan's heart was no longer so strong, and there was much less pain.

Buquan closed the alchemy tools and put them back in the drawer.

There is also an alchemy tool stored in the drawer, as well as a magical image. The content recorded in this magical image is exactly the duel process between the dragon boy and Fujituro.

Buquan placed the two alchemy items next to each other.

In the other corner of the drawer is a certificate of completion.

It was signed to her by her mentor.

During her studies at the Alchemy Guild, her female mentor gave her tremendous support.

The scene of the day they parted has always been imprinted in the deepest part of her memory.

"Teacher, I'm leaving." Buquan reluctantly said goodbye at the gate of the Master's Tower.

The middle-aged female elf sighed: "Buquan, don't waste your talent, don't live up to my expectations of you."

The female mentor knew what Bu Quan wanted to do when she returned to Snowbird Port.

She wanted to say some caring words, but she knew it was best not to reveal this secret.

She was silent for a moment, and finally said: "I won't say much else."

"This is a certificate of completion. Use it to report to the local alchemy branch and you will receive corresponding support."

"Come back as soon as possible."

"No matter when you come back, the door here is always open for you."

The other apprentices behind the female mage were stunned when they heard this, and immediately revealed their envy and jealousy of Buquan.

"I remember!" Buquan choked, his eyes red, and finally left.

The memory faded, and Buquan's eyes focused on the graduation certificate again.

She gently touched the certificate cover with her fingers, feeling the feel of the frosted surface.

The nanny taught Buquan to doubt.

Her mentor taught her to always be curious and eager for knowledge.

The two combine to create the mage's heart of Buquan.

Her original plan was: after successfully taking revenge on the Bayonet Gang, she would return to the Mage Tower, return to her mentor, and follow the latter to continue exploring the vast and mysterious alchemical field.

What Buquan never expected was that the Bayonet Gang would be destroyed so suddenly and so quickly.

This surprised her, but also caught her off guard a lot.

And during the dance, the dragon boy's invitation to her made her heart beat wildly.

Her life path has reached this point, forming a fork in the road.

One leads to the mage tower, to the alchemy world that she is curious about and longs for.

On the other side stood a dragon boy, extending his hand to her and inviting her with a smile.

However, there were layers of fog shrouding the dragon boy's back.

After really thinking about it, Buquan discovered that she actually knew very little about the dragon boy.

"What kind of person is he? What I saw was just his performance in battle. What is his true character? What is his past experience?"

"Could he be another version of the Bayonet Gang? He invited me so kindly. The alchemical value of my body is probably the most important thing."

"After all, my feelings about him and his feelings about me are completely different."

"Behind the Dragon and Lion Mercenary Group is a mysterious arms dealer. I am a master alchemist, and I have many alchemy workshops under my banner. Isn't this exactly what the arms dealer needs?"

The more Buquan thought about it, the tighter his brows became.

There was inquiry, confusion, and more and more doubts about the dragon boy in her mind.

Just like Zidi's analysis of the dragon boy - when Buquan really thinks, she will get farther and farther away from the Dragon and Lion Mercenary Group.

After all, the connection between the two is very weak, and they even meet only a handful of times.

The wheels of the carriage rolled quickly on the cobbled streets, making a series of soft sounds.

At this time, there was an alchemist sitting in the carriage, who had the same curiosity and worries as Buquan.

"What kind of person is the captain of the dragon suit? He can actually defeat and kill a gold-level person with a silver level!"

"What kind of organization is the Dragon and Lion Mercenary Group? Is the Mercenary Group just their superficial identity?"

This alchemist mage is called Zhongyong. The mage level is silver level, and his professional title reaches the level of alchemist.

His body is covered with blue fish scales, his head is a fish head, and his eyes are yellow with a hint of green.

He was not tall, his back was broad, and his fins on his back shone with a touch of gold.

This is the characteristic of the fish-man race - the blue-goldfin bloodline.

The magical talent of the murlocs is very poor, but the blue-gold fin bloodline is a relatively rare magical bloodline among the murlocs.

Zhongyong's luck is also very good.

The concentration of the blue-gold fin blood in his body was not low, supporting him to practice all the way to the silver level, and then he reached his limit.

Zhongyong was surprised by the achievements of the dragon boy.

Although he is a mage, he is also an extraordinary person. Zhongyong understands how rare this achievement is.

Zhong Yong already felt a pressure on the leader of the dragon uniform who he had not yet met.

"A person who can create such a record must be extraordinary. It is understandable why the family transferred me to him."

Zhongyong is willing to obey such a strong man.

What he is really worried about is - can the Dragon and Lion Mercenary Group provide him with a good working environment? Can you provide him with sufficient alchemical materials?

You know, a mercenary group is different from a family.

The mercenary group often travels around, but Zhongyong has long been accustomed to it and enjoys the life of safely dispensing medicine in the family base.

Zhongyong never thought that his life, which was once the same, would undergo such drastic changes the day before yesterday.

His personal will was easily ignored in the face of the family plan.

Zhongyong, who had been trained by his family since he was a child, did not even say a word to fight for himself, although he was unwilling. Because he always understands his position.

He is a fish-man, an alchemist trained by his family, and now he is an important bargaining chip for the family.

"The most important thing is my salary."

"My annual salary in the family is 260 gold."

"The normal market price is 300 gold per year."

"We will negotiate with the Dragon and Lion Mercenary Group later. Please ask for 500 gold first to facilitate bargaining."

"Both mages of the Dragon and Lion Mercenary Group were assassinated. They urgently need alchemy mages, and they have the support of a mysterious arms dealer. Maybe they will agree to the condition of 500 gold!"

When the carriage arrived at the dock, the sky was still dark.

In the distance, where the sea and the sky meet, there is already a white light.

It was dawn.

The fish market has begun, and the sounds of buying and selling are gradually increasing.

Zhongyong got off the carriage, stopped at the pier, and saw the ship of the Dragon and Lion Mercenary Group.

"Why are there only three ships?" The fish-man mage was disappointed, "Even the flagship is only a black iron-class one?"

Such assets are a bit shabby.

What Zhong Yong didn't know was that before he came to the dock, Zong Ge had already led a group of people to drive out of the harbor for military training.

During this period of time, most of the people in the Dragon and Lion Mercenary Group lived on the boat and did not even set foot on the dock.

After the Bayonet Gang was destroyed, Zonge finally got a chance.

He endured it for another day until the dragon boy returned from the dinner party and was finally sure to be safe.

Early the next morning, he couldn't wait to lead a group of people and ran away.

According to what he said, these guys need training, a lot of training, in order to make up for the time wasted in the previous period!

The fishman mage expressed his intention to come, and the mercenary on duty immediately went to report.

Soon, the young dragon man disembarked from the boat to greet him in person: "Hello, Master Zhongyong, I am the dragon suit, welcome you to join my mercenary group."

Zhongyong quickly saluted, showing gratitude.

The dragon boy stood in front of him, and his burly figure and unusual demeanor made him feel like a strong man.

"You are so young."

"The person in front of me is defeating the strong with the weak and killing a gold-level existence!"

"But now, he has come to greet me in person."

Zhongyong had a feeling of being valued, and at the same time he was more determined to stay on the carriage.

"It seems that the Dragon and Lion Mercenary Group is in great need of alchemists. An annual salary of 500 gold is very possible. As long as I persist..."

Zhongyong was thinking, but the next moment, the dragon boy did not board the ship with him.

A female human mage came to Zhongyong: "Hello, Master Zhongyong, I am Yaoma, silver level. Please get on the boat first."

Yaoma is Zidi’s new identity.

Zhongyong was surprised: "Isn't the group leader coming with us?"

"No, he is waiting for an important guest!" Zidi explained with a smile, "We just got the news."

Only then did Zhongyong realize that it turned out that the dragon boy was not here to greet him!

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