Inhale the last bit of red melon pulp into his mouth, and Locke touched his full belly with satisfaction.
On the other hand, the assar magician, who was not close to strangers in the eyes of outsiders, also leaned against the wooden chair. There was a red juice residue on the corner of his mouth, and several black melon seeds adhered to it. There was no temperament that an official magician should have.
"I didn't expect that this watermelon man's blood injected into ordinary watermelon can also have the effect of birth." Locke's thoughts were still in his mind. His eyes secretly looked at the magician Ashar. The magician's lazy appearance was very rare at ordinary times.
Without answering Locke's words, Ashar stretched out her tender white fingers and gently snapped her fingers. The filth on her face disappeared instantly after eating.
"Try another flavor next time." He licked his lips, and Ashar's eyes flashed ill intentioned.
Locke shrugged, neither supporting nor opposing. Outside the tree house less than ten meters away from them, a wrinkled watermelon man's body was randomly discarded there.
Watermelon people with sufficient strength and quasi Knights activate goblins. After contributing their whole body's blood essence, they gave birth to three ordinary watermelons in the wizard world. It's none of Locke's business which activated goblins assar intends to do next time.
After staying with the wizard Ashar for a while, Locke left.
The handover team from the holy tower will arrive soon. The 5000 activated goblin civilians will be handed over to the handover team at that time.
When these teams arrive, they will give a sufficient number of activation essence to several official magicians as a reward.
This is the reason why all magicians waited patiently here after the capture of grey cloud city.
As a supervisor in slave creatures, Locke was lucky to participate in this handover.
The half man high green PIA waved a whip, drank and scolded the driven activated goblins civilians below, and the green smoke burning demon hunting dogs paced left and right to look at the prey and stare at the activated goblins tied together. The kilometer long snake shaped slave team is moving forward slowly.
There, a large floating ship with a length of 300 meters is docked in mid air.
"Can you hold so many activated goblins?" With a branch in his mouth, Locke approached a magic apprentice from the floating ship curiously.
The middle-level magic apprentice with yellow hair and freckles is a rare talker who tirelessly shows off what he knows to Locke.
"Oh, it's only five thousand. Seven thousand were installed last time." The freckle magician smiled. His name was Ron and claimed to be a royal son of the kingdom of Bitelli.
The kingdom of Bitelli, Locke has never heard of it. He can be sure that it is not the Kingdom on the mainland of Messia, but the Kingdom on the other two adjacent continents.
While talking and laughing, Ron introduced to Locke how the floating ship with an area of only a few hundred square meters loaded thousands of activated goblins.
"Just put it inside. This is a structure designed by master famut himself. There are five floors in total. Theoretically, it can hold 10000 activated goblins." Said Roma.
Even if the floating ship is designed into a five story structure, Locke is sure that it must be too crowded to imagine. When these 5000 activated goblins go up and come down again, hundreds of them will suffocate because of trampling and small space gap.
The life and death of these activated goblins is none of Locke's business. He only knows that with the arrival of this floating ship, he can harvest about two grams of activated goblins.
The floating ship came and went quickly. That afternoon, after accepting all the captives of gray cloud city, the floating ship took off and flew in the direction of theater 7.
The next stop is mist city. Locke is looking forward to the upcoming battle. He feels that he is likely to reach the peak of high-level attendants - quasi Knight level within two years.
"This is your task!" In the hall, babrina handed Locke a black cloak. In addition, she also handed Locke a dark yellow spar.
A few minutes ago, babrina called Locke here and gave him a task that made him very different.
It was actually mixed into the fog city, and the black hood was the magic guide that covered Locke's identity. The dark yellow crystal stone was the spiritual translator that helped Locke communicate with the activated goblins.
Kaila and assar magicians are not here at this time, otherwise Locke really wants to ask the two official magicians if they also know the task entrusted to them by babrina.
In the end, Locke's choice is to obey. He has no right to refuse the task request of a formal magician, even though the task seems very dangerous.
After Locke took over the task and left with puzzlement and resentment in his heart, Keira and assar magician suddenly appeared in the room.
"Let him go as a high-ranking attendant, really?" Kayla in white hesitated.
"There's no way. The fog city doesn't seem as simple as we thought, and we have reported to the holy tower. We must find someone to explore it."
Fog city, because of its perennial clouds around the city, makes it difficult for the outside world to communicate with the city, and those clouds are not ordinary clouds. The spiritual detection of magicians has no effect on this.
Looking at Locke's far away back, there was not much different color under Ashar's dark eyes.
What fruit would you like to try next time? Ashar thought that the watermelon cultivated with watermelon man's blood essence that day was very delicious. Ashar then tasted several other kinds of fruit with Locke.
Ashar was not at all worried about the danger of Locke's trip.
Dressed in a black hood, Locke led the demon hunting dog and walked within the scope of mist city.
Can this cloak really help itself escape the eyelid of ordinary activation goblin? Rock does not have much in his heart. What he wants is to quickly explore and leave quickly.
Outside the mist City, countless milky white spars grow in the woods. These spars are more like some kind of plants. Locke once tried to break them. At the broken stubble position, the white juice is left, and the smell is a little similar to tree juice.
These milky spars are more like the main reason for the formation of the white fog in the fog city.
I wondered why some official magicians didn't come by themselves, or sent a clever slave creature to detect it. Locke accidentally kicked a stone off the ground.
"Who!" A strange voice came. Although Locke had never heard this language, he could clearly perceive what it meant.
The dark yellow crystal stone on his chest was slightly hot. Knowing that it was bad, Locke quickly kicked away the demon hunting dog, "run!" After giving orders to the hound.
The demon hound turned into a red light and rushed out of the cloud.