Accidentally provoked the whole world

Chapter 72 Touching the Hand of the Elder

John followed Azwar down the stairs, passing a room full of people, mostly young people.

These young people are wrestling cracklingly, practicing fighting, and they are getting punched to the flesh. They are really ruthless.

Azwar looked back at John: "Remember the good memories?"

John's predecessor also practiced like this back then, practicing desperately, but now that he has been possessed by a system after transmigrating, he no longer needs these to improve his strength, just touch the corpse and extract the experience that the opponent has already trained.

Some things don’t make you reach the top if you work hard. The ugly duckling can become a swan because its parents are swans, and it has something that ordinary ducks don’t have.

The system is John's ultimate barrier. With it, he can enjoy the harmonious life of the capital plane with peace of mind and harmony.

John followed Aizwar and continued to walk forward. There were more ballerinas dancing hard in front. If they want to step into the upper class life, they have to put in several times the effort of ordinary people.

Aizwaal provided them with a platform, just like John's predecessor, the stage was given to him, and how to perform was up to him.

Now, Aizwar will put all his eggs in one basket and provide John with the last platform, allowing him to touch the platform of the illusory Council of Elders.

She led John into a room, then tore off the cross necklace, and said to him: "I have accepted the ticket, please follow Aldridge into the front door, and your journey to hell will start from there." start."

Although John didn't understand the meaning of Azwar's words, but she had already decided to help, so as long as he did what she wanted, he would definitely be able to find the elder.

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For the next few days, Aldridge has been arranging John's itinerary, following him first by car, then by boat, then by plane, then by car, then by boat...

Day and night are reversed, jet lag reciprocates.

Often it is still day here, and it is already night there.

After 72 hours, the fishing boat carrying John landed at a pier.

Aldridge: "Mr. Wick, your journey is over, good luck, goodbye."

"Wait a minute," John called to him who was about to turn around and board the boat, "what the hell does this mean?"

The pier was full of people wearing white headscarves, both men and women, much like the Arab countries. They traveled almost half of the world in 72 hours, and John still doesn’t know where he is.

This guy just threw himself here and let it go, which is really a bit irresponsible.

Aldridge turned around, "Mr. Wick, what Ms. Ezwar revealed is very clear. I believe that with your intelligence, it shouldn't be difficult to guess her intentions."

John shrugged, "Okay, thanks."

You can't let someone hold a spoon and feed it to your mouth. Where you should do it yourself, you still have to do it yourself.

Aldrich gave a courtesy, turned around and boarded the fishing boat, and left first.

John walked into the town, and there were more people in the town, almost touching each other, just like when they went to the market in the previous era.

There are sellers of fish, fruit, vegetables, clothes, and all kinds of local products. There are even sellers of weed openly, and they also give away pipes.

It's like doing all kinds of business, as long as you can get money.

The whole town took on a kind of morbid prosperity.

It also shows once again that capital is always supreme in this plane.

All people on this plane are working hard for money, no matter what.

Therefore, John only spent a few dollars to find out the situation of this place.

This is Western Sahara, with the sea on one side, Morocco next to it, and the vast Sahara Desert on the other.

"Since Azwar asked Aldrich to bring me here, then the elder's whereabouts must be related to this place. I don't know if there is a branch of the Intercontinental Hotel here... The hotel branch is responsible for collecting local intelligence, the branch The management of the company may have information about the Elderly Council... I'd better ask the adjudicator about the situation of the hotel."

John walked into a mutton restaurant, ordered a whole lamb with one hand, and a pot of goat milk. While eating and drinking, he took out his satellite phone to contact Beggar King Bowery.

John: "Bowery, we are going to bother my dear adjudicator again. I give you a task to find out the address of the InterContinental Hotel near Western Sahara in West Africa, as well as the management there... Also, be a gentleman, don't always treat women Be rough, don't let her stop cooking until I come back."

I'm still waiting to reap my experience. If I get burped to death by that old bastard, I won't lose a bit or two.

Bowery's wild laughter came from the phone: "Old man, I am a civilized person. Although I am a beggar and a stinky beggar, I am also learning to integrate into the upper class society... Don't worry, your baby will be fine... ...You must be tired from the long journey, find a place to sleep, and when you wake up, what you want will be on your bedside."

After hanging up the phone, John thought about it too. He was in the lead and Bowery was in the back. There was nothing to worry about.

So he ate with open arms, ate half a sheep, drank a pot of milk, and only paid more than 100 dollars. After that, he found a hotel and fell asleep.

After sleeping until evening, John got up contentedly, refreshed, and had already recovered to his peak.

He picked up the cell phone next to the bed, and sure enough, he saw an unread text message inside.

Click to open.

There is a branch office of InterContinental Hotels in Casablanca, Morocco, and the manager is Kay Sofia.

"Kai Sophia? This name is familiar... Wait... The name on the back of the Blood Pact badge that Winston gave me seems to be her..."

John took out the badge, and the English name engraved on the back was Kay·Sofia.

"I didn't expect that she has already become a manager... My predecessor fought back and forth and worked hard for 30 years. She is already fifty and still has achieved nothing..."

John shook his head clutching the badge.

The predecessor of this woman, Sophia, saved her life by chance many years ago, and the blood contract badge was signed at that time.

Everyone is in the same company, and those who eat this bowl of rice are inherently dangerous. One more friend and one more road can be done with little effort.

Unexpectedly, many years later, this blood contract badge would be used.

"Since the management of the local hotel is Sofia, then things will be easier..."

John put away the badge of the Blood Pact again, ate and drank enough, slept soundly, and it was time to do business.

John left the hotel, spent twenty dollars and successfully hired a camel cart, a cart pulled by camels, and rushed to Casablanca before dark.

The dusty climate here is relatively serious, and if the distance is not very far, ordinary scooter is not as stable and efficient as camel cart.

(End of this chapter)