In the free wizarding world, gun battles happen every day

Entering his room, Weston did not rush to add points, but started his daily required course, cleaning the gun.

Cleaning a gun is a hard and meticulous job, and Weston devoted himself to it and was meticulous.

Just as Weston was wiping his gun, there was a knock on the door.

Weston didn't want to interrupt his great work of cleaning the gun. He didn't get up and sat there to ask who was outside.

The person who answered was the hotel staff. He said that he had people from the Discipline Department with him and he had a few questions to ask the people living in the hotel.

It was about the black dog of the Ministry of Discipline, and Weston could no longer sit still.

If he hid and didn't open the door, he was afraid that in the next second, the black dog from the Discipline Department would break in and talk to Weston.

Moreover, the hotel will charge Weston the cost of repairing the door that was kicked in.

They don't have the guts to go to the Discipline Department to cause trouble.

Weston, who was full of pistol oil, pushed open the door. As expected, there stood a hotel attendant and an ordinary member of the discipline department wearing a black uniform.

When Weston heard that it was the black dog from the Discipline Department who was looking for him, he thought it was Lan Hua who was looking for him.

I didn't expect him to be an ordinary member of the Discipline Force.

The hotel staff opened the door and left.

Weston quickly let this member of the Discipline Force into his room.

Unfortunately, there wasn't even a chair in the small room.

This member of the Discipline Force had obviously already understood the layout of the hotel room, so he stood in the open space at the door, looked at Weston who was sitting on the bed beside the small table and continued to clean his gun, and asked questions.

This ordinary member of the Discipline Force was obviously not in the same team as Lan Hua, the leader of the Discipline Force.

The questions he asked were all about other people in the hotel.

After Weston arrived, he was busy downloading dungeons and training every day. He didn't interact much with other people in the hotel, and couldn't give him much help.

However, the other party was very interested in Weston's two trips to the secret realm dungeon at the bottom of the garbage dump.

Asked in detail about the time and people traveling with Weston to set off the copy.

After interrogating for a long time, Weston finished cleaning his guns, and then the guy left.

After sending him out for no apparent reason, Weston hung a sign outside the door that said he was meditating and refused to be disturbed.

This black dog is obviously investigating the matter of the Dragon of Destruction sacrifice in the garbage dump at the bottom.

Weston was already deeply involved in this matter, and he didn't care if he was covered in mud.

Anyway, if this little black dog is checking his own, Lan Hua must have looked through it already.

Weston is not afraid of being investigated again.

The sky is big and the earth is big, and the strength is the greatest.

The most important thing for Weston now is to continuously improve his strength.

Weston has only been a first-level combat wizard for more than ten days, so it is impossible to achieve the meditation practice required for wizard advancement overnight.

Weston can only dig deeper into his own golden finger of the Borderlands Gunslinger skill system.

Although he listened to the words of Martha in black, he should pay attention to the training of combat skills.

But this does not mean that Weston will relax the in-depth strengthening of Goldfinger's abilities.

Now that you have skill points, of course you need to add them to the skill tree as soon as possible to strengthen your strength.

Sit down on the bed and place all kinds of food at hand, especially the twelve bottles of high-energy nutrient solution placed beside the bed.

After everything was ready, Weston opened the skill interface.

As per the old rules, this time the skill is still focused on the iron-blooded warrior.

Level three iron-blooded warriors can increase their maximum health by 12% and restore their health by 0.3% per stick of incense.

After struggling for most of the night, with the help of powerful high-energy nutrient solution, Weston survived the physical strengthening that increased the upper limit of his health.

Weston is now more and more convinced that he will never be able to get rid of the nickname of the hungry wolf.

One person ate a lot of messy food and six bottles of high-energy nutrient solution.

These are all crystal coins!

Weston, who was once again sad for his poor wallet, tidied up the messy room and threw the garbage into the trash can outside the room.

Go back to the bed in the room, take out the small incense burner, and light a piece of incense used as a meditation aid.

Enter deep meditation with the light fragrance.

No matter what path you take, success is inseparable from the essential element of hard work.

Even if it took me most of the night to click on the skill tree.

Weston didn't want to go to bed directly and give up today's meditation lesson.

This kind of thing is the same as coding.

If you don’t persist for one day, you may be disconnected in a month.

By the time you muster up the courage to sit down in front of the keyboard, you may have forgotten what you should write.

Don't make excuses for yourself. Excuses are like a woman's cleavage. There is always some cleavage if you squeeze it.

Once you have decided on what you want to do every day, you must stick to it every day.

Becoming a true spiritual wizard also starts with meditating every day.

While Weston was meditating, several ordinary members of the Discipline Department gathered here in the private room belonging to the owner of this hotel.

Their captain, on the other hand, was sitting in the hotel owner's armchair, looking at the various clue stickers on the wall in front of him in trance.

"Captain, I met the resident of Room 208 today. I think that guy is suspicious."

In the evening, the member of the Discipline Force who had asked Weston asked his captain.

"What's wrong? He has an impression of the mysterious old man who bewitched the newbies and mutilated himself in the garbage dump at the bottom to sacrifice to the evil dragon?"

The captain of the Discipline Force looked at the various clues on the wall and still didn't look back. He just asked calmly.

"That's not true. This guy's testimony is similar to the others, and he has no impression of the mysterious old man."

The Discipline Force member shook his head, but continued.

"But he's a little too...calm...

Other people in the hotel will be very nervous when being questioned, and will ask around afterwards what happened!

As for the man in 208, he was very calm when he answered my questions, and he kept sitting there cleaning his gun. After I left, I didn't bother to ask others, I just hung up the do not disturb sign and stayed alone in the room without coming out. "

"Clean the gun!"

The commander of the Discipline Troops turned around and saw an ordinary middle-aged uncle with gray hair.

Wearing a wrinkled black uniform of the Discipline Department, he looked through the files of 208 residents handed over by the team members.

"It's interesting. No wonder he became the only survivor of this evil dragon sacrifice incident."

The captain raised his head and looked at the team members in front of him and said.

"There is no need to check this person. Lan Hua has already said hello to me, and he is following up on this person."

"Captain, if he is really suspected, we can't leave it to Captain Lan Hua and the others!"

The team members misunderstood the captain's meaning and argued anxiously.

"He is not the murderer of this incident, but the victim of this incident."

The middle-aged captain explained to the team members.