However, Garcia's doubt did not last long, but she heard the screams of the two thick wooden baffles behind her being pushed away roughly.

The sound was so loud that it completely suppressed the slightly noisy noise of the tavern, making everyone unable to help but look at the visitors.

He was a blonde man, nearly two meters tall, and even standing in the door frame that was deliberately widened by Gad, he did not look very thin at all.

Even, in order to get the giant sword behind him to pass through, he had to arch in slightly.

Standing in everyone's scrutiny, he had no feeling. He just glanced casually, pressed his malicious eyes one by one, and then slowly walked towards the wine table.

His clothes were very simple, with his upper body casually covered with fur from an unknown beast, while his lower body was wearing trousers with metal chains hanging on them, and he walked jingling.

However, he and the giant sword behind him seemed to be incredible in weight, and you could always hear the creaking moans on the floor from time to time while walking.

Looking at his blonde hair, Garcia always felt like a lion walking slowly, parading the territory.

"liquor."

He walked into the wine table, but did not sit on the table and chairs, but just stood and said to Gad.

The extraordinary person who was still noisy on the side was now as confused as an eggplant beaten by frost. He did not dare to say anything, so he left quietly.

"Rynold, why are you here?"

Gad seemed to know the strong blonde man, and smiled and pulled out a black pine wine bottle with fire paint from behind, and greeted him casually.

Garcia's breathing stagnated and subconsciously looked at Reynold more.

He is Reynold?

The Reynold Crier, who is known as the "evil mercenary"?

In some people's eyes he is notorious, but in others he is faithful and reliable.

Of course, in the eyes of more people, he is a symbol of Badibila, or a representative figure of Badibila.

Mercenaries always use money to do things, and as mercenaries walking in Badibila, their responsibilities are far more extensive and practical than those in other places - killing people, using money to kill people.

As a representative figure of the Badibilari mercenary, he is also a symbol of strength. If no one dares to accept a dangerous commission, then it should be right to find him.

Whether to accept it depends entirely on the employer's commission and his mood. But to this day, he is still the strongest group of mercenaries on Badibila and the entire continent, and the group of mercenaries that most reassure the employer.

By the way, he is also a devout blood-eating disciple.

Feeling Garcia's gaze, Reynold gave him a calm look.

Although it was just a glance, Garcia clearly felt like some kind of beast roaring in his ear, shocking his mind.

He has been struggling in death since he was a child and has never heard such a terrifying beast roar, and even his heart beat vaguely accelerated a little.

"I'll show you something good, Gad, I don't know if you're going to take it." Reynold finally spoke, his voice low, with a vaguely unique accent, which sounded like a beast howling.

As he said that, he deliberately glanced at Garcia again.

It was not until this time that Garcia realized, grabbed the gold coins from the wine table and hurriedly left.

Without Gard's sign, this time, the front seats retreated much silently, even farther from those boundaries, almost emptying half a tavern for Reynold.

It has to be said that sometimes humans who are forced to burst out their potential.

"What?" Gad activated the barrier, looked at Reynold, and sneered, "You know my identity. Do you think there is anything else that I can like to see?"

Reynold's mouth raised, and he carefully took out a crystal about the size of a fist and carved with inscriptions from the hanging animal skin. With his huge body as a cover, he carefully placed it in front of Gaid's eyes.

"This is……"

Gad only glanced casually, but his eyes froze in his mind. He subconsciously wanted to reach out to grab it, but was stopped by Reynold.

"Gad, the old rules can only be seen, not touched."

"Is this... some kind of seal?"

Gad frowned and leaned over to look at the crystal in front of him, trying to find clues from the inscription of the talisman.

"Yes, I think you might want this thing, so I brought it here."

"What?"

"Taring." Reynold said calmly.

Gad suddenly looked up, looked at Reynold deeply, looked down and checked again, looking around, making sure no one cared about the movement here, and then whispered: "You're crazy."

The tower spirit is the supreme creation of the scepter-type mage, and it can also be considered the highest achievement created by the scepter-type supernatural beings imitating the gold coin system so far.

Through the combination of illusory inscriptions and various spiritual materials, the mage will eventually become a virtual soul with some judgment ability and comparable intelligence to a teenager and even adults.

Tower spirit is an indispensable part of the mage tower, and even most of the spiritual materials needed are for the creation of tower spirits.

Without the tower spirit, the power of the mage tower will be reduced by at least half.

Even if Reynold is a beast-blooded man from the Golden Skills, well, to be precise, it is impossible for him to forcefully demolish the mage tower and obtain the tower spirit.

No matter how simple the mage tower is, it is a huge increase for mages. Even if it is just an incompetent golden-level mage, it can crush Reynolds with the assistance of the tower spirit.

Where did this tower spirit come from?

What's more, Gad seemed to vaguely feel the familiar aura, and he seemed to know the origin of this tower spirit...

"You are really crazy, Reynold, why are you going to mess with Tuantivan? This is his tower spirit, hell!"

Gasing in a breath, Gad spoke quickly to Reynold, his tone of dissatisfaction.

"I remember you told me that you were interested in tower inspiration."

"Yes, I said it, but do you know when? That was a hundred years ago! Where did you get it? Why didn't I get any news?"

Gad looked at Reynold suspiciously, "When did you go to the wizard tower of the Tuantiwan family?"

"How much do you think this thing can be sold?"

Reynold shrugged and staggered the topic.

As a mercenary, he obviously cares more about money.

"Money? Are you going to take action on me?" Gad was stunned, and then his face became complicated.

"Otherwise? Do you think other places dare to ask for this tower spirit?" Reynold smiled and carefully stuffed the tower spirit back into his close pocket.

"I remember, you tried to study Taling a long time ago, and now, are you not moved?"
Chapter completed!