Unlike the Derei Republic, which mainly focuses on tourism and agriculture, the basic industry of the Western Empire in the West of the St. Dutch, one of the nine major countries in the Southern Europe SRAM, is steel refining and stone mining. Therefore, the capital of the Western Empire of the St. Dutch has a nickname that is more famous than its original life - the City of Steel.

Tens of thousands of tons of iron ore and burning stone were pulled into steel mills of all sizes in the city of Steel Burning by steam trains spraying with white mist. After turning into steel ingots in the furnace, it was then transported by countless steam trains to buyers from various countries in the southern Osram continent.

Because of the existence of a large number of steel mills, thousands of chimneys stand in the entire City of Burning Steel. Black smoke gushed out from the chimneys, and circling and lingering unscrupulously over the City of Burning Steel. Therefore, the City of Burning Steel has another nickname - the City of Light. Because the entire sky is covered by thick smoke all day long, there are only a few days to see the sun in Ain City in a year.

Before the founding of the Western Empire of St. Holland, the Aryan dynasty ruled this land. The Aryan royal family also used the City of Ain as the capital of the dynasty. After the Duke of the West, a new imperial city was built in the north of Ain. The West City, where the Imperial City of the Aryan dynasty was previously located, has now become a gathering place for countless nobles and wealthy merchants in the West City of St. Holland. Countless foreign nobles also take pride in owning an old Aryan Gothic building in the West City.

At midnight, in the thick fog, the already sleeping Xicheng District was filled with thick fog. On the old Central Street, there was a black pillar of stone-burning street light every ten meters. The dim street lights allowed people passing by to see at least the potholes in the stone road under their feet and not to trip.

At this time, a man wearing a black cloak was walking on the street. He was like a ghost, and it seemed that he had traveled through dozens of lamp posts in a few seconds. What was even more amazing was that Cheng Liang's leather horse boots did not make a sound every time he contacted the ground.

After a while, the man stopped at the door of a huge Gothic building. The heavy oak door engraved the name of the place: "Asra Club", and the man reached out and knocked on the door three times.

"Click!"

A small hole was opened on the wooden door, and the sharp eyes of the observer guarding the door appeared behind the hole. The man at the door felt a strange feeling of being spiked on his body as the observer's eyes shot on his body. Fortunately, this feeling did not last long. After the observer behind the hole determined the identity of the visitor, he opened the small door embedded on the large wooden door.

"Deacon Alvin, is there anything important to come so late? If not, you have to be prepared for punishment. Deacon Lei Ming has not been in a very good mood during this period."

"Thank you for your reminder, Potter, you are such a good person. It would be even better if you don't use your weird level 5 vision reconnaissance blood power on me next time." Alvin took off his cape and revealed his handsome and tough face.

"There is nothing to do, the responsibility is, but Alvin, you are so handsome that it is enviable. No wonder these noble ladies of all sizes in the West City are fascinated by you." Observer Porter said a little jealously.

"Haha, don't be jealous. I'll go find the deacon first and have the chance to have a beer together." Alvin ended the greetings with a smile and walked quickly through the lobby. At the same time, Alvin said in his heart: "Disgusting Viper."

While the observer locked the door again from behind, he also said in his heart: "A pretty little face is pretending."

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Half a minute later, Alvin was standing respectfully in front of an office desk. Behind the desk was an old man with a bald head and white beard. Although this old man didn't seem to be strong, Alvin knew that this old man with the power of a level 8 thunderstorm bloodline of the spell system only needed to move his fingers to instantly turn into a ball of coke.

"Reported to the Thunder Deacon, Jon Lucas's traces have been found. He is now in the town of Bolang, Ron Province, Derek Republic, but he was dead when he was discovered. At the same time, the body of a low-level deacon was found." Evan reported respectfully.

"Low-level deacon? Humph! I am not greedy enough, I'm bad for my big business!" The experienced Deacon Lei Ming instantly understood. The Deacon Yue should have known Jon's whereabouts for a long time, but he wanted to take the credit solely, so he did not report it to the organization. If he could tell it earlier, the matter would not have developed so hard to the present. Thinking of this, Deacon Lei Ming couldn't help but get angry, and some tiny lightning burst out around his body, making a slight explosion.

Alvin looked at the angry Lei Ming and was shocked and stood even more straight.

"Find that guy's relatives and let them reunite in hell, so that other greedy guys can see the consequences of not thinking about doing things." Lei Ming, who calmed down, said without emotion, killing the chicken to warn the monkey to serve as a warning to others.

"Yes, Deacon, I'll do it later." Alvin replied quickly.

"Jon's man died, where is that thing?"

"No information about that thing!"

"If you don't have one, go check it. You can take responsibility. If you can't find out the result, you can also meet that greedy guy!"

"Yes, the great deacon!" Alvin was so scared that he was so scared that he still agreed quickly.

After seeing Alvin's completely left, Lei Ming relaxed and rubbed his temples tiredly. The four deacons, one died and two seriously injured because of this operation, were the only one left. Facing the strong pressure from all sides in the past few days, a level 8 strong man felt tired.

"Responsible? Who will be responsible? The flames that led the mission are dead. I think you guys are jealous of my position and want to drive me, the old man, to a place where birds do not shit. How could I, Lei Ming, be the one who can be slaughtered at will?!" Lei Ming thought of the faces of some people in the organization, and couldn't help but feel anger again. The blue lightning burst out with anger even hit a small pit on the heavy desk.

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Dongcheng District, which lives in a large number of poor people, cannot erect a stone-burning street lamp every ten meters like Xicheng District. Some of the alleys are even dark and homeless, and even homeless people are reluctant to walk in.

Jasmine, who lives in Philey Alley, locked the door early after nightfall and lay in the warm bed with her two-year-old daughter in her arms.

The man at home hasn't come back for several days. Although he had been on business trips outside for several consecutive days, this time, Moli's uneasiness was much heavier than before, so that she had suffered from insomnia for several consecutive days.

"Click." The sound of leather boots colliding with the floor made.

Jasmine opened her eyes instantly and looked at the sound, shocked because she found that at some point, she had already sat alone on a chair not far from the bed.

"Ron? Are you back?" Jasmine asked in a trembling voice as she looked at the outline of the familiar cloak.

"Ron can't come back, I'll take you to see him."

A flame suddenly appeared in the black shadow's hand. With the light of the flame, Jasmine saw a handsome face.

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Alvin looked at the house covered in flames and smiled on his handsome face. If the noble ladies in Xicheng District saw Alvin's gentle smile, there would definitely be several more lovesick patients who were thinking about it all day and night.

"Deacon Alvin, the airship to Braun has been arranged and you can set off at dawn." A black shadow appeared behind Alvin and said respectfully.

Alvin nodded, turned around and left, disappearing into the thick fog.

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Isabella filled Wang Ning's purse with fifty silver coins. For Wang Ning, this was a huge sum of money. In Bolang Town, you could buy a large piece of whole wheat bread with 5 copper coins. Fifty silver coins were exchanged for copper coins, which was five thousand copper coins, which could sell a thousand whole wheat bread! Before, Wang Ning could eat one whole wheat bread in two days, and he could eat two thousand days! Of course, this was also due to the developed agricultural economy of the Dere Republic, which was such a low-priced bread.

After having this money, Wang Ning did not plan to eat whole wheat bread because the bread contains too little protein, and his muscle tissue urgently needs protein to grow. After thinking for a long time, Wang Ning decided to buy beef. The coach of the fighting class said that besides energy-rich beast meat, beef is the most conducive to muscle growth and development.

The first-class beef on the market is about 70 copper kilograms, second-class beef 55 copper kilograms, and third-class beef 40 copper kilograms. However, third-class beef contains more tendons and fatty meat than first-class meat, and the taste is far worse than first-class and second-class ones. However, even Wang Ning hasn't eaten these third-class beef for many years, so Wang Ning bought ten kilograms of third-class beef in one go.

Then Wang Ning bought a bag of burning stones at the store selling burning stones at the market entrance. In this way, Wang Ning carried ten kilograms of beef in his left hand and a heavier bag of burning stones in his right hand, and returned home staggeringly.

Although the muscle strength has been greatly enhanced, because the muscle mass is still too small and the energy intake is not enough, Wang Ning's hands and feet are already sore when he returns home. However, he still endured the soreness and hunger, lit the burning stone, and cooked about two kilograms of beef into the pot.

While waiting for the beef to mature, Wang Ning was stunned by the bag and the experiment notes.

It was these two things that brought him blood power, but now he understood that these two things must not be kept! He could not leave any clues that might have been discovered by that organization.

So Wang Ning picked up the scissors, cut the leather bag into small pieces of leather, and then put it into the stone burning stove. After a while, a burning smell of hair came out of the stove. The calfskin leather bag had been completely burned to ashes.

Then there was the notebook, which Wang Ning also pulled down page by page and stuffed into the stove. After a while, when the notebook turned into ashes, the beef was cooked.

After the beef entered Wang Ning's stomach, it was broken down into the most basic nutrient by his easy digestion ability, and then it was transferred to Wang Ning's body through blood. Most of the nutrients flowed into multiple muscle groups above Wang Ning's knees and below the chest. The muscles here are the areas that determine the size of the human body's core strength. Most of the remaining nutrients flowed into Wang Ning's back, constantly strengthening Wang Ning's back muscle groups, and then the remaining ones flowed into Wang Ning's bones and other small muscle groups.

Feeling the increase in food intake, Wang Ning's body seemed to have relaxed its absorption. After only ten minutes of two kilograms of beef, Wang Ning's stomach heard another "gurgle".

"Damn it! I'm hungry again before I even had sex with so much?" Wang Ning collapsed and hurried to the kitchen to cook meat again.

However, what Wang Ning didn't notice was that although his figure was still very thin, he seemed to have grown a little bigger when he looked closely.
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