Chapter 14: No profit, no early gain (this chapter is free)

It is said that many time travelers will immediately get a serious disease called "Beauty Syndrome" after traveling through time. The common symptoms of this disease are that time travelers will experience nosebleeds and petrification after seeing the beauty, which will lead to a sharp drop in IQ. In the days that follow, they will bow down for the beauty, they will live and die for the beauty, and they will kill the whole family for the beauty... In short, even if this woman lies with him and insults him, he will still pursue her without hesitation and coax her to forgive her!

But unfortunately, An Ruoran did not intend to circle around the woman. Looking at Vivian's disappointed expression biting the tiger's teeth, although he was a little sympathetic, he still politely refused: "This matter is too risky, and I have no reason to get involved. And on the other hand, I also have my own things to do, and I'm afraid I don't have time to play the 007 game."

"Wait a minute, I will give you enough reward!" Seeing that An Ruoran wanted to get up and leave, Vivian quickly grabbed his arm. An Ruoran sighed helplessly, patted her shoulder gently and said, "Listen to the little girl, the reward I want is not gold coins... Oh, what's your expression? Do you think I'm going to want you?"

Perhaps because she misunderstood An Ruoran's meaning, Vivian actually covered her chest with pale expression, her eyes full of contempt "You are a pervert". An Ruoran patted her forehead with tears in her eyes, reluctantly explaining: "Okay! If you have any way to make me a holy caster, then it's okay to ask me to fight with the Great Devil! But it's a pity that you can't help me, so..."

"I have a way!" However, before he finished speaking, Vivian suddenly had a bright light in front of him and he blurted out. In An Ruoran's astonished gaze, she took off a piece of purple jade from her head and neck and swayed gently: "Uncle, if you are willing to help me, I will give this to you!"

"What?" Looking at the jade that seemed to have the fragrance of a girl, An Ruoran seemed confused. However, a few seconds later, a memory suddenly surged out without control, causing his expression to change suddenly. Almost at the same time, Naya suddenly looked with his eyes slammed and hummed loudly: "Soul Stone? Is this really a Soul Stone?"

The so-called Soul Stone is a holy-level material used by the demon casters, which is extremely precious. But if it is just like this, An Ruoran and Naya will not lose their composure. The real reason for them is that Soul Stone has unique uses. Simply put, soul casters like Victor and An Ruoran can directly improve the soul fire by melting the Soul Stone and then increase the casting level. Although this kind of improvement cannot reach the sky in one step, judging from a Victor's early experience, its effect is far better than his hard work for several years.

But this material is extremely rare, and Victor only had one experience and never had a chance to obtain it again. So when An Ruoran was studying the improvement of the soul fire, he naturally ignored this shortcut. However, when he was not expecting anything, this soul stone appeared in front of him. But then again, Vivian seemed to know the wonderful use of the soul stone for "soul casting technique", and where did she get the information?

"Of course I will know that I have spent a lot of effort to play Master Victor well!" Hearing An Ruoran's inquiry, Vivian couldn't help but show her little tiger teeth and patted her chest proudly. As if to increase her persuasion, she gently swayed the Soul Stone and coaxed her in the tone of coaxing the kitten: "How about it, as long as I'm willing to help me, I'll give this to you!"

An Ruoran narrowed his eyes slightly, still a little confused. Naya jumped onto his shoulder lightly and whispered as if nothing had happened: "An, there is no one here anyway, so why not let's kill someone and rob someone first and then kill him..."

"Jie, do I look that bastard?" Looking at Vivian with a normal expression, An Ruoran directly blocked Naya's mouth and whispered in a low voice: "Idiot, since she dares to take it out, she must have a killer move. And use your pig brain to think about it, are you going to force her to transform again?"

Thinking of the horror scene after Vivian transformed, each person and the pig shivered at the same time and gave up the idea of ​​robbing obediently. Looking back at the soul stone, An Ruoran still felt it was difficult to resist this temptation. It was a cheating tool equivalent to a few years of casting, and it could also make him go home several years earlier. After a long silence, he finally shrugged helplessly and sighed: "Okay, I admit that I was moved by you! But whether it is successful or not, this soul stone will be given to me later. There should be no problem with this!"

Vivian breathed a sigh of relief and nodded quickly. The two of them immediately sat down by the stream and briefly discussed the plan. According to Vivian's idea, An Ruoran should first attend the recently casting competition held in the north as Victor, and try to show off as much as possible to attract the attention of Duke Stan. The reason why he did not take the initiative to see Stan directly was because of Victor's arrogant personality, not to mention that you would send it to him personally when you were looking for Victor. This is a coincidence!

But because the casting competition is about to be held, An Ruoran has no time to follow the caravan to the imperial capital. Although he is reluctant to part with these new friends, considering the pros and cons, he still instructs Vivian to wait for him in the wild, and then return to the camp to say goodbye to Vijay and Bathir.

"What, are you leaving now?" Hearing his resignation, Weiya, who was sucking coffee, was slightly stunned, and her wrist was trembling slightly without notice. Bathil frowned deeply and pondered: "Mr. An, can't you wait until you arrive in Andorra? To be honest, we hope to get along with you for a while."

"I don't want to leave you, but I heard that the North is holding a casting competition, so I want to visit and learn from it." An Ruoran unlucky spread his hands and half-true and found an excuse. After all, they have heard of this news, and for any magic casting master, this competition is very attractive.

"Then, I can only look forward to seeing you again in the future!" After a long silence, Weiya finally accepted the reality helplessly. With an unconcealed loss, she smiled and stretched out her slender hand to An Ruoran: "If you plan to visit Andorra, please be sure to come and see us old friends."

Holding the slender hand gently, An Ruoran could feel the soft and boneless temptation. But he still suppressed the random thoughts in his heart and joked: "Of course, maybe I will borrow money from Miss Weiya, so don't say I don't know me at that time."

"The gods are above. If that is the case, I will definitely pretend not to know you." Weiya replied a few words, and the three of them smiled at the same time. After a few simple conversations, An Ruoran was afraid that Weiya would be furious and turned away. Weiya and Bathir personally sent him to the exit of the camp, watching his figure disappear into the vast night...

The night wind blew, bringing the cold that pierced the bone marrow, but Weiya was still sitting quietly at the exit of the camp and staring silently into the distance. After a long silence, she suddenly sighed softly and murmured: "Teacher, why do I always feel that we don't have the chance to see him again?"

"It's very simple, because care is messy..." Bathir smiled slightly, his plain tone with indescribable meaning. He took off his robe and put it on Weiya, but gently hugged her shoulders, comforting softly, "We will see him again, because there is no city that is more suitable for the development of the casting master than Andorra. So, let's put aside your love problem for the time being, how about we talk about something else?"

At this moment, Bathil's expression suddenly became awe-inspiring. Weiya, who was originally slightly flushed due to the teasing, immediately calmed down her shame and anger, and turned to reveal a bit of coldness and said, "What, did that Speaker do?"

"According to our information, she has been very interested in the magic casting master recently and sent a decent messenger to hire super-level magic casting masters everywhere." Bathil stroked his short beard and murmured in a low voice, "In addition, her daughter Christine will also participate in this magic casting competition as a high-level magic casting master."

"Since when did our Speaker suddenly care about the demon casting industry?" Weiya frowned slightly, obviously unable to understand the strange behavior of the Speaker of the Northern Alliance. In the past few years, although the Silver Star Chamber of Commerce tried every means to lay out spies around it, it still could not obtain comprehensive information. It seems that the Speaker is deeply alert to everyone, even including her confidant.

"Maybe, she is trying to cast weapons, such as some powerful weapon." Bathil was silent for a moment and gave an explanation that he didn't even believe in. Weiya shook her head helplessly and pondered: "No matter what, we must master her actions and intentions. This is related to... Teacher, add twice the activity funds for the Northern Intelligence Network. I don't care how much they spend or how many people they die. I ask them to enter the Speaker's organization, and at least one person must become her confidant!"

"Yes, follow your order!" Bathil bowed and took the order, revealing his determination in his solemn expression. Weiya sighed softly, but suddenly closed her hair on her temples and said in a slight surprise: "By the way, you just said that her daughter was also going to participate in the casting competition? Then, that is to say, Mr. An is very likely to meet..."

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