Douluo's war angel

One day later, outside Notting City in the Fasnuo Province of the Tiandou Empire.

"Hey~" Lin Mo, who was dressed in a simple robe, stopped his horse outside the thick city wall. Not far away was the gate of Notting City, where many people were waiting to enter the city.

"Everyone is ready. The handling fee is three copper coins for each person and five copper coins for each horse." The soldier guarding the gate shouted loudly when he saw another group of people coming.

This request immediately caused a commotion in the crowd, and many people had dissatisfied looks on their faces.

"This is the border of the Tiandou Empire. There are many rogue bandits around. It is very difficult to defend the city, so you have to pay a fee to enter the city." When the soldier saw everyone's reaction, his eyes widened:

"If you don't want to pay, get out. If you are killed by bandits and you live longer, Notting City will not be responsible."

"He's just a robber." An old man beside Lin Mo shook his head and took out a few copper coins from his tattered pocket.

Although three copper coins are not a lot of money, they are worth a meal for many poor people. It is indeed unreasonable for such a small city to pay such a fee. It is most likely that some of the city defenders The rules set by the junior officers were to use this small trick to embezzle some drink money.

Lin Mo silently dismounted, covered his face with a large cloak, and found eight more copper coins in his hand.

He just came here to complete the system's tasks, and everything had to be done in a low-key manner, and nothing extraneous was allowed. What's more, the management of a city was not something he could interfere with.

There were indeed many rogue bandits near this city. Lin Mo had seen the remains of several caravans that had been massacred and looted on the way there, but fortunately he was lucky and did not bump into so-called rogue bandits along the way.

Perhaps it should be said on the other hand that those bandits were lucky not to bump into him, otherwise Lin Mo would have let them know what real robbery was.

After obediently paying the money, the soldiers guarding the city immediately became amiable and let Lin Mo into the city without any nonsense.

Not long after, Lin Mo stopped his horse and looked up at the majestic building in front of him.

It was a huge brown dome building. The width of the front alone was more than 20 meters and the height was [-] meters. It was divided into three floors. A gorgeous long sword sign hung high above the front door. Two people stood in front of the door. A heavily armed warrior.

Of course, Lin Mo would not be fooled by the Wuhun Branch Hall in Notting City, so he went all over the city to find some soul master academy. He went directly to the Wuhun Branch Hall in the center of the city, and naturally he could get any news.

"Stop!" The two guards at the door saw Lin Mo dismounting and walking straight to the gate of the Wuhun branch. They quickly raised their spears and shouted.

"Well" Lin Mo realized at this time that this was not the Spirit Hall, and it was really not in line with the rules for him to walk directly in like this.

Lin Mo subconsciously wanted to take out the Judgment Order to show his identity, but he found that there was no trace of soul power fluctuations in the bodies of these two warriors. They were obviously just ordinary people. Let alone the Judgment Order, even if they threw out the Pope's Order, they They may not even know each other.

The scene was very embarrassing.

"I want to see the head of your branch hall." Lin Mo coughed and said.

There are many levels of Wuhun Palace on the Douluo Continent. The largest is the Wuhun Palace located in the Holy City of Wuhun, which includes the Pope's Palace and the Douluo Enshrinement Palace. The lower one is located in the capitals of the two empires. Each of the martial soul temples has a Contra-level red archbishop in charge.

The next lower level is the Wuhun main hall in major cities, each of which has a black-clothed bishop of the Soul Saint level. The third is the Wuhun child hall, which is set up in some second- and third-tier cities. From Soul Lord to Soul King There are various priests in charge, and the worst is the Wuhun branch in such a small city. The managers here are not even worthy of being called priests, but can only be called principals.

"You, a poor kid, actually dare to talk so shamelessly to the master of the branch hall." Before the two guards could open their mouths, a slightly shrill female voice suddenly came from the side.

"I've seen Miss Lily." When the two doormen saw the person coming, they quickly saluted to show their respect.

"You are." Faced with such harsh words, Lin Mo was not annoyed at all and looked at the visitor calmly.

It was a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a light green dress, with slightly thin lips, but a hot figure and a bit of beauty.

Seeing Lin Mo's gaze, the girl raised her head arrogantly: "I am the granddaughter of the leader of this martial arts branch hall. Tell me, why are you looking for my grandfather?"

"I can't tell you, just lead the way." Lin Mo's eyes darkened. This woman is really annoying. Doesn't she know the common sense that people who talk too much will die quickly?

Seeing that the girl's face turned green and was about to explode, the guard quickly tried to smooth things over:

"How about you, little brother, show your soul power. As long as you are a soul master, you can enter the Wuhun Branch Hall alone. As for meeting the principal, you have to specifically ask the staff inside."

"Hahaha, this kid from the Resurrection Master looks like he ran out of that poor corner to beg for food." The girl still held a grudge against Lin Mo for his cold attitude towards her just now, so she sarcastically said again.

"Soul power?" Lin Mo sighed, and with a thought, two white soul rings slowly emerged from under his feet.

The pupils of the "Great Soul Master" girl and the two guards shrank suddenly, obviously extremely shocked that such a young child could be such a strong person at this level.

"It's just two white-ringed trash." The girl snorted coldly and said in a sour tone: "Who knows if it was upgraded using some heresy."

At the same time, two soul rings, one white and one yellow, rose under her feet.

The girl on the left and right is actually a second-level soul master. From the perspective of ordinary people, she has a good talent. But in Lin Mo's eyes, this level is just that of ordinary people.

At this moment, because of the movement of the two people's martial arts being released, many people gathered to stop and watch.

Lin Mo frowned and wanted to scold him. He came here to ask for directions and didn't want to cause trouble, but this unruly girl repeatedly made things difficult and attracted so many people's attention. Did he really think that he was a fool?

"Ahem, who is making noise outside Wuhun Palace?" At this moment, an old voice came from inside the palace.

"Meet the steward." The two guards looked back and quickly knelt down on one knee to salute.

"Grandpa, you have to make the decision for me when she bullies others." When the girl saw the old man, she immediately became jealous, as if she had been greatly wronged.

"Are you the Master of the Wuhun Branch of Notting City, Matthew Nuohun?" Lin Mo ignored this stupid woman with big breasts and no brains, lowered his head slightly to show respect, and then asked politely.

"It's me. My granddaughter is unruly because of my poor discipline. I apologize to you here." The old man looked almost seventy years old with white hair and beard. He looked very amiable. Then he asked with a smile:

"You kids are here to apply for the Great Soul Master certification."

Lin Mo didn't talk nonsense. A blood-red token suddenly appeared in his hand. He stood proudly and raised the token in front of him, letting Chief Mathieu Nuo see clearly. As the chief of a branch temple, he had no reason not to recognize him. this thing.

Matthew Nuo squinted his cloudy eyes and finally saw the token clearly. The next moment, his body trembled violently, as if he had seen a ghost in the day, and as if the end was approaching. After a few moments, he finally came to his senses, In front of everyone's horrified eyes, he knelt down on one knee and shouted respectfully:

"Matheno, the head of Notting City, pays homage to Lord Death"