However, Yi Mishang had some appreciation and looked at him differently: "This man is not an ordinary person!"

In this world, adulthood comes at the age of twenty. It is rare that Mil is only nineteen, yet he is so steady and calm in the face of provocation.

Of course, Yang Lan'er knew that this had something to do with Mil's background.

It is true that he is a prince, but his biological mother's status is too low. Among all the princes of Wilbai, Mil is the least valued by Emperor Wilbai.

This trip to search for the legendary island was purely Mil's personal act. Emperor Wilber knew about it and didn't believe it, so he didn't send anyone.

The Wilbai Empire is one of the four most powerful empires in the entire Flori continent.

However, this emperor was extremely self-willed, arrogant, and had many sons. There were undercurrents in the entire royal family, and the ministers all had their own thoughts.

Mill's acquisition of the treasure this time was to increase his weight, but an emperor like Wilber was destined not to stay in the position for long.

Gary snorted coldly, but didn't say anything else. After all, Mill was complimenting him, so how could he get angry? He felt so upset that he was extremely entangled.

However, Gary knew that Mill was a good talker, so he was used to it.

"We all discovered this cave together. How should we divide it?" Gary didn't beat around the bush and stated his purpose directly.

Although he is the vice president of the Magic Guild, the Wilbai District, he cannot just kill the six princes of the Wilbai Empire, so he can only talk first.

He naturally didn't know that Mill's actions here were just a personal one, and he thought it was an order from Emperor Wilber. Otherwise, he might have had bad intentions.

Mir smiled sarcastically. The Magic Guild was still like this. They could always justify snatching things. "Master, how do you say we divide it?"

"Let's explore together. 80-20, we're 8." Gary looked so relaxed as if he was getting a great deal. I really don't know why he could be so confident?

There was a gloom in Mill's eyes. Gary thought that he was self-reliant and didn't take Mill seriously at all. It seemed that giving him 20% was alms.

Who knows what's inside? If there's only one item, how can we divide it? With a slight smile, Mil concealed his inner anger and sarcasm, and said with a hint of anticipation: "So, what about those people? Can the great magician Gary guarantee that they won't be allowed into the cave?"

Hearing this, Gary, who was still feeling somewhat proud, immediately looked up and found that there were indeed several groups of people coming from all directions.

Anyone who can fly in the air is at least a magician. Even those who have fighting spirit have to reach a higher level. At least one has to be a fighting saint to walk in the air for a short period of time.

Although there are many Fighting Saints in the entire continent, not many of them have the leisure to come here to hunt for treasures. Most of them are meditating at home, hoping to break through to the Fighting God, which would mark their arrival at the top.

Therefore, those who came from the air were basically magicians of various branches.

However, the person coming from the ground was obviously not slow, and he arrived in front of the people in the blink of an eye.

"Haha, you want to divide the loot while we're away? That won't do!" A muscular man laughed like thunder, which was particularly deafening.

Seeing this sudden chaotic scene, Yang Lan'er couldn't help but pull Monty's sleeve curiously and asked in a low voice: "Who is this person?"

Monty is a magician, so naturally he and Yang Lan'er were surrounded in the middle and were the closest.

As soon as the "God of Law" spoke, Monty immediately replied respectfully: "This person is the Sword Saint Baker, with earth-type fighting spirit. Both his attack and defense are very high. He is a newly promoted Sword Saint."

In Monty's heart, Yang Lan'er is the god of law who never appears in the world, a master who concentrates on cultivation and is ignorant of all worldly things. It is normal for her to be unaware of the usual information on the mainland.

So, Monty had no pressure in explaining, as Yang Lan'er happened to know nothing.

"Shell?" Yang Lan'er muttered, thinking of the fact that it had indeed appeared in the plot. However, this thing was very tragic. In the final analysis, it was just a cannon fodder and was killed on this small island.

To be honest, the death of a great fighting saint was a bit unfair. Moreover, he was the strongest person who died among all the characters who came this time, so he was mentioned specially in the plot and Yang Lan'er was deeply impressed.

Now it seems that it is not unreasonable for this guy to be cannon fodder. So what if he is a sword master? Maybe he overestimates himself and thinks he is invincible! For such a limelight-seeking thing, he, a person with no background and no identity, dares to use himself as a gun? Haha, it turns out that he thinks he is not dying fast enough.

Sword Saint, it sounds like a height that many people cannot reach, but in fact, in a place where masters gather, being high-profile is equivalent to seeking death! Yi Mishang understood the homonym of Yang Lan'er and couldn't help laughing: "This person is dead."

"You have good vision." Yang Lan'er nodded.

Monty was confused. He looked at Yang Lan'er and Yi Mishang in confusion. He really didn't understand why Baker was doomed.

Sword Master, that is a realm that many people cannot reach in their lifetime. At this stage, it is not easy to be killed by others.

At the Sword Saint stage, unless it is a life-and-death fight between opponents of the same level, it is useless to use a large number of people at a low level. If a Saint-level character wants to leave, no amount of people can keep him.

I just said that the Sword Master can fly short distances in the air, but Baker is better. He pushes over from the ground like a tank. The momentum is so shocking that it is impossible not to pay attention. If you say he is not a provocation, no one will believe it!

Big forces care about their reputation the most, how could they tolerate such provocation from a sword master with no background at all?

Therefore, as soon as Sword Saint Baker appeared, he brought with him an aura of hatred and attracted a lot of hatred.

Although Gary was only a great mage, one level short of becoming a mage saint, he still showed disdain towards Sword Saint Baker.

He glanced at the sensational Baker and felt bad about the people from other parties.

The Fighting God Guild, the Alchemy Guild, the Mercenary Guild...all seemed to be present, not to mention some of the individual masters around.

And the last thing that appeared was the Hall of Light with a halo on top.

A group of people wearing silver armor with mithril magic circles painted on them, shining with a soft halo from afar. At a glance, they were extraordinary, majestic, and full of momentum.

Then, there is the planner of this play, the Holy Maiden of the Temple of Light.

I saw the blonde woman in white slowly falling from the sky, her sleeves fluttering, her face delicate, cold and holy, as if even a careless glance at her would be a blasphemy to the goddess and would not tolerate any offense.

Such a scene is really pleasing to the eyes, as if the person has a holy aura, and the whole person exudes a clean and pure beauty from the inside out.