Reynold watched Gede pour the light red wine into the glass. Before Gede could do it, he took the obviously large special wine glass.

For a strong man like him with a physique of nearly two meters, the wine glass suitable for ordinary people obviously doesn't taste very pleasant.

But his attention was not entirely on the wine, and he looked at Gad by the way: "So, Gad, what can you give me?"

“It depends on what you want.”

"I want resources, I want blood, I have worked with you for many years, you understand."

Gad sighed and persuaded symbolically: "Reynold, stop, it's been so many years."

As a person who lives in Badibila, as the boss behind the Wild Grass Town, and as a former legendary master, Gad certainly has the qualifications and strength to make friends with Reynolds.

Even, their relationship was pretty good decades ago.

People often fear Reynold's reputation, but usually ignore some other things - this may also be related to Reynold's deliberate hiding.

Only a very few people know that Reynold, with his identity and strength as an "evil mercenary", converted the large amount of money he earned into resources and materials, and secretly built a village in an unknown place.

A village that only belongs to the blood-eating village.

Even Gad hadn't been there, but he knew that there was such a thing, although he didn't want to get involved.

Reynold gives money, and Gad is responsible for making connections with him, providing channels and trading parties.

It's that simple.

"Gad, you don't understand, I know, that's true, really."

Reynold responded with a shallow sip of inferior mushroom wine made from blood of various monsters mixed with underground gray dwarfs.

There have been countless conversations like this between them. Every time he meets Gad, he may have to say the last time.

"Although I don't know where your power comes from, I know mine, that comes from the Blood Ancestor, my Lord, you know, at our level, it is almost impossible for illusions to confuse feelings, and I can feel His existence."

As he said that, his eyes unconsciously showed a hint of contempt, which was contempt for those so-called blood-eating pupils.

"I am sure, Gad, I am different from those who only follow my Lord. I believe that I have gained the favor of my Lord, those who only care about seeking strength from the blood will eventually become slaves of blood and servants of my Lord..."

Speaking of this, Reynold deliberately paused, stared at Gad's eyes, and said firmly: "And I will become a believer of my Lord."

"But over the past few decades, I have collected countless blood for you, from several rare fermented dragons, golden elemental dragons, to various sub-humans in the underground world, and even helped you get its blood from the top of the Nagu Mountains from the cloud beasts... As a result, Reynold..."

"It's soon, Gad, it's soon, believe me, I can feel my Lord calling me."

When talking about the Blood Ancestor, Reynold's face unconsciously became solemn.

"Sometimes, I really don't know what you are thinking." Gad wanted to speak, and finally sighed a long time ago, "If you say it, Reynold would actually be honest in his mission and commission to accumulate wealth. I'm afraid people will only think I'm joking."

"I am a mercenary, a mercenary who gives money and work. I am different from those who only crave blood." Reynold corrected Gad's statement.

In fact, he never considered himself a cultist.

In Badibilari, and even throughout the continent, the so-called justice and evil are nothing more than fig leafs for mediocre people.

Cult?

What people fear is not the cult scriptures, but the power and destruction they have.

As a blood-eating disciple who believes in the Blood Ancestor, he must give blood every once in a while.

This blood can be own or someone else's.

But no matter what, it must be fresh.

Human beings are born from their blood.

Only fresh blood can have enough vitality, and only fresh blood can please the blood ancestor.

Blood with extraordinary aura can allow blood-eating disciples to gain power from it, and the blood of mortals is not useless - when necessary, their blood can be used to relieve thirstemia.

By reducing the concentration of the extraordinary aura in the blood, it can prevent the extraordinary aura from losing control to a certain extent, and thus prevent it from falling completely.

Reynold, who claims to be a believer in the Blood Ancestor, certainly would not admit the aura of cult. In his eyes, there is no essential difference between the aura of cult and the extraordinary aura.

Reynold always believed that indulging in the pleasure of absorbing blood would only make the Lord disgusted, after all, that would only make people slaves to blood and beasts of desire.

"Reynold, the old rules, this tower spirit is absolutely worth a lot. It is more valuable than any item you have brought before, but are you sure there will be anyone? They are just merchants, just speculative, and cunning merchants like foxes. They don't have the courage of tigers."

"I'm here only for you, Gad," Reynold raised the glass of wine in his hand and signaled to Gad, "For our friendship, I know you've been paying attention to Taling all the time..."

"I know your kindness, but I'm afraid of trouble, especially, this one."

Speaking of this, Gad's face was a little complicated, and he unconsciously looked up again.

Reynold laughed in silence, patted Gad's shoulder, and leaned into Gad's ear and whispered: "Gad, I don't believe that you have never been a person who is afraid of trouble. You and I are the same person."

As he said that, he took off the crystal that emitted an inexplicable luster and placed it in the reach of Gad. He immediately drank the bloody wine in his glass, and burped with satisfaction, "In Badibilar, only you can buy the purest beast blood wine from the underground world..."

Looking at Gad's uncertain face, Reynold added with a low smile, "Gad, I'll sell this tower spirit to you. Remember to prepare what I want. I will collect it in a while. Remember, I'll only sell it to you, and I'm afraid of trouble."

He deliberately added accent to the last sentence, and then turned around and left in the groan of the floor in the eyes of everyone.

Gad watched Reynold leave, subconsciously grabbed the crystal, looked at it carefully, and smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth.

Now, he finally confirmed.

The tower spirit of this crystal stone is indeed the tower spirit of Tuantivan, and the tower spirit he once participated in the creation of...
Chapter completed!