亚洲综合日韩第十页

Dahila was ecstatic when Zavier told her that the top brass had agreed to her joining "The Avengers". She was so excited that she jumped up and down, and then hugged him.

"I\'m so happy!" she said. "I can\'t wait to meet the others."

"I\'m sure they\'ll be happy to meet you too," Zavier said. "But I have to warn you, they\'re not all as nice as I am."

"I don\'t care," Dahila said. "I\'m just glad I get to be a part of this."

Zavier, who was the actual head of the organization, was clear that he was the only member of this organization at the moment and thought that the power of himself alone couldn\'t collect a lot of materials for potion, so he told Dahila that the organization now had a task issued to her.

He then gave her a list which contained a variety of different materials.

The list contained many rare items, such as the skin of an insect called "Devil\'s Fruit" and the blood of a monster named "Frankenstein". Zavier said these items were required to create a large potion.

Dahila was very happy, and she said, "I\'ll do my best."

Zavier said, "It\'s not just collecting materials. You have to find out what kind of potion it will be from."

Dahila nodded and said, "Sure."

"I\'ll be that one that can complete this task." Dahila told Xavier. "I need to go back to my hometown, so I can collect more material from there."

Zavier agreed to let Dahila go back to her hometown to collect more material, "I\'ll be waiting here." Xavier said.

"I\'ll leave right away. I have a lot of missions to do."

"I don\'t want anything bad to happen." Xavier asked with concern and firmly shook Dahila\'s hand after they said \'see you later\'. The moment Dahila left the house, Xavier started his own things.

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Zavier was fully aware that Dahila would struggle to collect all of the numerous goods, not to mention that his needs were greater than indicated. He knew she\'d be able to obtain the fundamentals, but he needed more.

He had to venture out on his own in order to locate some uncommon and important resources. He gathered the other six clones and sent three of them with him, while the other three hid in the shadows, to ensure his own safety.

Zavier took the three clones on a normal mission exchange to find tasks that had to do with materials for potions.

The three clones with him in the mask entered the mission exchange with their heads down and their eyes on their feet. The interior design was unlike anything else.

It was divided into two chambers, each having its own set of objects, such as various types of plants growing inside the walls. He looked about and noticed that there were no shelves or cupboards, and that everything was made of glass containers of all shapes, sizes, and contents. There was also limited storage capacity. They could never fill it entirely.

Two tables were set together in the first room. Each table was piled high with volumes that appeared to be bound in unusual materials. A second table was set up against the wall, with vials, bottles, and jars strewn about. An enormous cauldron sat in the center of the room, atop what appeared to be a bed of dried plants. Another pot close was seething with some kind of animal innards.

The chambers in front of them were unlike any of the others. The walls were a dark blue color with odd symbols and drawings on them. A dark crimson rug covered the floor. The chamber was illuminated by flickering flames positioned on the walls. It appeared like a magical laboratory from a fairy tale or a story about vampires.

They didn\'t want to make eye contact with anyone; all they wanted to do was find a chore and get out of there as quickly as possible. As they passed, a few hunters gave them strange stares, but they attempted to ignore them.

"Hey," said a voice from behind them. "I\'ve never seen you guys before." The three turned to face a young woman with dark hair and blue eyes.

She was dressed in a black tank top with the words "I LOVE POTIONS" printed in purple ink across the front.

"Sorry, we are new here," the three said at the same time. They were all eager to go as quickly as possible.

The girl gave them another strange glance before shrugging and turning around to leave. Zavier and his three clones went to the other side of the room and then through two more rooms until they reached their destination: a quest for Langing grass.

Lanling grass was a major element in the potion. It was extremely unusual and was mainly vegetated in poorly populated places where the general public would find it impossible to approach.

It was a pale green with lighter green, almost blue tips on its blades. It was short, only reaching your knee, and you had to be careful when looking for it because it was easy to overlook in a sea of tall dead grass.

Each of these plants was needed to move on to the next step in making the potion. They could only grow in a very small area that was hard to see from the outside. It took a lot of searching to find out where they were.

Zavier walked up to the "quest table," which was nothing like a table at all. Alongside it were two seats with cushions, as well as several piles of parchments with instructions on what needed to be gathered.

On the table, a solitary package was left open and unattended. It contained a range of goods, ranging from pennies to gems, all of which were concealed within. There was a substantial amount of diamonds.

A door was positioned to the far right of the quest table. When it was unlocked, it showed a completely empty corridor. There was a tacked-up map above it. There were three doors on his left and three doors straight in front of him.

There were three rooms on either side of this hallway, separated by two sets of double doors, and one pair of single doorways on the right. The ceiling was arched, and there was a large window in the middle of it that looked out over the path outside. The double doors were flanked by stone pillars on either side.

After a while, a man who appeared to be a receptionist approached me crookedly and asked, "Which kind of assignment do you prefer?"

Zavier answered, "We\'re trying to get the parts for a certain kind of medicine."

"Oh, I see what you mean; which of these categories do you require?" he asked. His accent appeared to be from another nation but was instantly identifiable. The way the man addressed Zavier reminded him of how commoners would address royalty.

Each of these plants was required for the next step in the potion\'s creation, and they only grew in a very small region that could not be seen from the outside unless carefully watched.

Zavier approached the mission table, which wasn\'t actually a table. There were two chairs with cushions beside it, as well as several stacks of parchments with information on what needed to be collected.

A tiny box was open next to the table. It contained various objects ranging from money to jewels. There were numerous jewels.

A door on the far right of the quest table opened to reveal an empty hallway beyond it. Above it was hung a map. There were three doors to his left and three straight ahead of him.

There were three rooms on either side of the hall, separated by two sets of double doors on either side and one pair of single doorways on the right. Four stone pillars surrounded an arched ceiling with a big window facing the path outside, directly in the centre, on either side of the double doors.

After a time, a man, who appeared to be a receptionist, approached lopsidedly. "Which type of work do you prefer?" he inquired.

"We\'re gathering ingredients for a specific type of medicine," Zavier explained.

"Yes, I see what you mean. And which of these do you require? "He inquired. His accent was strange yet clearly recognized. The man reminded Zavier of how people spoke to kings.

"I\'m looking for Laning grass," he explained as quietly as he could.

"Interesting. It appears that we should assemble a ragtag group."

"I\'m here for it, too," said the girl he had just met, who was clad in a black tank top with the words "I LOVE POTIONS" printed in purple ink. Her beautiful dark brown hair was wrapped back in a neat braid. Her complexion was darker than the others\'.

"You guys seem very excellent," she added, her gaze shifting between the three males. "Could you take care of this duty and lend me a hand?"

"Thank you, but we don\'t believe so." One of his clones vigorously shook his head.

One of the reasons Zavier gathered clones early was because he didn\'t think it was a good idea to work with other individuals.

It was a dangerous position if it was discovered that they were working together.

She shook her head, "So, why didn\'t you even ask? We have enough goods and experience to get by!"

"But we don\'t have enough space in our group for one more person..." Zavier felt awful. He couldn\'t tell anyone he had three clones. Especially if they end up killing themselves.

"Are you sure?" her worried countenance shifted. She then smiled wickedly.