Mage Joan

Joan looked at the torn index finger of his left hand, feeling a bit heavy.

As Hailar said, he is responsible for investigating enemy situations in the expedition team.

In the past, when he explored dangerous areas, Joan would always use the "mosquito finger technique" to create a blood mosquito spy and go deep into the unknown field to conduct investigations.

Unfortunately, bad luck today, the blood mosquito has been swallowed by a **** bat, and Joan will not be able to perform "mosquito finger surgery" again until tomorrow morning.

Without a blood mosquito scout, how do you go deep into the navel and explore the petrified lizard's nest?

Joan turned to look at the strong scavenger that he had conquered.

This giant worm is not suitable for acting as an agent only by looking at its bloated posture. Joan even doubts whether it can drill into the rugged and narrow umbilical cord.

At this time, Medea sitting beside him coughed twice.

Joan turned to look at the Serpent Warlock.

Medea met his eyes and smiled.

Joan immediately understood her intentions and said to Klein: "Medea is good at casting the 5th-level spell "Peeping at the Devil's Eye", which is more suitable for me to detect lizard nests than me."

"Then trouble Ms. Gauguin, we will not let you work hard, we will definitely provide you with a satisfactory reward!" Klein patted his chest to guarantee.

"Payment is not necessary, I am involved in this matter, just out of personal interest," Medea said lightly. "When you hunt petrified lizards, please don’t kill them all, just leave them alive, I want Take it home to study."

"Uh? That's fine, of course!"

After a momentary consternation, Klein cast a meaningful look at Joan.

Joan was helpless.

Everyone seems to think of him and Medea as a kind, and think they are very compatible, but this is not the case.

Indeed, both he and Medea are arcane spellcasters. Both of them are interested in petrified lizards, and both are interested in doing some research on the topic of "petrification". They are also "geeks" that are difficult to understand in the eyes of others. It does not mean that the two of them will get together.

In fact, Joan knew nothing about the origin of Medea, and once tried to communicate with her in depth, the result was not very pleasant, and even suffered a little.

Others take it for granted that the two "geeks" should have the same language or even close relationship. In fact, this is purely a misunderstanding.

Joan was embarrassed by this, and it was inconvenient to explain it publicly, so he had to pretend to be casual.

Medea didn't seem to be aware of Joan's complicated state of mind. He bumped his glasses with Hailar and drank the blood of dried crab blood in one breath. He sighed satisfactorily, wiped the corners of his mouth, stood up, and walked staggering toward the entrance to the navel.

Hailar glanced at the black tea in his glass, and then looked at the empty wine glass that Medea had put down, and couldn't help whispering to Audrey:

"How can this woman drink so much! A pint of crab blood wine, and it was poured in one go, does she have dwarf blood?!"

"To be honest, even if we are a dwarf family, including men, women and children, we can't find a few people who drink a cup of crab blood wine without changing their colors. This lady Gauguin is really a hero in wine!"

Schultz raised his thumbs and looked at Medea's slender back with his heartfelt admiration.

"Don't blow it!" Audrey was a little worried. "Looking at how Medea walks, I am afraid that she is not drunk...Is she going to cast a spell like this now, wouldn't it be too reluctant?"

Holden grabbed Joan with his elbow and encouraged: "Don't just eat, just hurry to help her!"

Joan was holding a piece of "nautical biscuit" and was chewing on the biscuit crumbs, looking puzzledly at the poet: "Why do you have to let me go? I haven't finished it yet, so I won't go..."

"Let you go, there is so much nonsense!"

Holden grabbed the cookie with a split hand and pushed him angrily.

Joan stood up helplessly and ran to Medea daringly, and whispered, "Are you all right?"

"What can I do?" Medea asked back.

Joan noticed that her white face was burning red at the moment. When she talked, she breathed out a scent of alcohol, and her consciousness was still awake. She told the truth: "They worry that you are drunk, let me come and look after you."

"Haha! Thank you for your concern, but I'm not drunk, just a little... up." Medea touched her forehead, her smile hard to hide her drunkenness.

"It's fine if you're not drunk." Jo Ann wanted to say, "I'll go back if it's okay." After all, I was still at ease, so I silently followed her and watched carefully.

Medea smiled at him, drawing a circle around his mouth with his finger.

"Long beard."

Qiao An froze for a moment before realizing her intentions, and quickly wiped the biscuit residue in the corner of her mouth.

In order to hide his embarrassment, he had nothing to talk about.

"You still have less bars in the future."

"Don't!" Medea categorically refused. "Drinking is one of my few pleasures. How can I give up!"

Joan scratched her head, thinking that she really didn't see it. The woman turned out to be an alcoholic.

"I not only like to drink, but also make wine very well. One day you come to my house as a guest, please try my own wine, including what you like!" Medea said confidently.

Joan had no interest in wine, but he found that Medea, who was in a state of little bosom, became a lot more lively and cheerful, and got along more easily.

"Then thank you for your hospitality in advance, but now it's better to concentrate on casting the spell." Joan whispered.

Medea nodded, and touched her waist bag, with a round and thin glass bead in her hand.

Some slight intoxication did not negatively affect her casting focus, and she successfully completed the casting process. Fifteen glass beads were transformed into "peeping magic eyes", which were separated from her palm, dragging streamers, and flew into the entrance of the umbilical cord.

Medea lowered her eyes slightly, as if meditating with her eyes closed.

Joan knew she was concentrating on the remote control to "peep into the Devil's Eye", assigning a different investigative route to each Demon Eye, and watching quietly on the side, lest she interfere with her spellcasting.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Medea opened her eyes, her thick eyelashes curled up, and looked forward to the entrance of the navel.

Joan also followed her gaze, and soon found that a small magic eye flew back.

Medea held the glass bead in her hand, read the glimpse of the peeping eye, and nodded thoughtfully.

Joan wanted to ask her what she saw, but now she only came back with a magic eye. It was too early to ask for information, so she pressed curiosity and continued to wait.

After more than ten minutes, the remaining 14 peeping magic eyes also returned one after another, reporting the findings on their respective investigation routes to their mistresses.

"The length of the ground navel is about four to five miles, and the exit is located in a valley surrounded by cliffs," Medea said softly.

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