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Chapter 156 A Manifestation Before the Public

The plaza on the west side of Sky City is completely different from the quiet and oppressive atmosphere of other areas of the city.

This place is full of the vibrant, bustling atmosphere of everyday life.

A large number of robust and energetic civilians gathered in the wide stone-paved square.

They wore coarse cloth short jackets or old leather armor, and gathered in small groups to talk.

The air was filled with the smells of sweat, cheap tobacco, and barbecue.

These people were not native slaves of Sky City; they were adventurers and merchants who had risen from Treasure Island through various channels, even paying exorbitant tolls at great expense.

They represent the group of people on the isolated island who aspire to upward mobility, filled with a strong desire for wealth and status, and brimming with enthusiasm.

But in the eyes of the celestial beings, they are still just low-class laborers who can be hired with money.

A temporary platform was erected in the center of the square, where a recruiter in a smart uniform stood and shouted loudly.

"The Clement family caravan is recruiting guards to clean up the courtyard!"

The recruiter's voice echoed across the square, carrying a hint of barely perceptible impatience: "Listen carefully, this is not an ordinary moving job."

The area has recently been sealed off by eerie black carnivorous plants and turbulent magical currents; several of the family's guards who went there were severely injured.

What we need are warriors who can fight in that environment, professionals who have truly mastered combat skills or magic, not just laborers who can only do manual labor!

Of course, the Clement family isn't stingy either. If you have real skill, we'll settle this with Philosopher's Stones!

In front of the recruiter was a huge black stone lock, its surface engraved with a circle of magical runes that emitted a faint blue light.

This is not only a test of strength, but also a test of whether the subject has a professional magic circuit within them.

Only those with great strength or those whose internal magical energy circulation is stable can hold it up for more than half an hour.

Several burly, muscular men, skeptical of the superstition, thought that their muscular physiques were enough to give it a try.

The leader rubbed his hands together, shouted, and gripped the handle of the stone lock tightly with both hands, trying to lift it up.

The veins on his arms were bulging, and his legs were digging into the ground.

However, the stone lock seemed to be rooted to the ground, remaining completely still.

The blue runes on the surface of the stone lock flickered, and a gentle yet irresistible force rebounded from the burly man's arm, pushing him back three or four steps until he fell to the ground with a thud.

This strong man was definitely quite strong; even on Treasure Island, he would be considered a capable worker.

However, lacking the immense power granted by the job advancement, he couldn't break through the suppression of the magical runes' rules with pure physical strength alone.

The next few people also failed.

Although they are proactive, the barrier that can only be overcome by changing jobs keeps the vast majority of people out.

Seeing the test takers retreat one after another, the recruiter put away the roster, frowned, sighed, and showed obvious disappointment on his face.

The little snail stood on the periphery of the crowd for a long time, and basically figured out the rules.

He turned and winked at Xiaoyu, then pushed aside the crowd and walked straight to the platform.

The recruiter looked at the young man in front of him, who was dressed in a simple white T-shirt, carrying a bag, and had a fairly strong build, and was about to repeat the rules again.

The little snail didn't give him a chance to talk nonsense; this was the perfect opportunity to show off his abilities in front of everyone!

He walked up to the stone lock, without even bothering to put on a show of strength, and simply bent down casually, grasping the handle of the stone lock with one hand.

The little snail used its mind to sense its attribute panel and took the opportunity to quickly allocate the remaining ability points.

Player ID: Climbing Snail Level: LV.35

[Class]: First Job Advancement - Warrior [Strength]: 147

[Agility]: 40

[Intelligence]: 4

Luck: 4

[Core Talent]: It turns out that the unknown level had already reached the level requirement for the second job advancement. It was a miscalculation.

The little snail thought to itself, "I really should have gone to the Warrior's Tribe to complete my second job advancement before setting off."

The strength value in the panel operates silently in the background, and the basic strength attribute, combined with the unique class determination mechanism, takes effect instantly.

The blue runes on the surface of the stone lock had just begun to glow faintly, attempting to release repulsive force, when they were forcibly suppressed by the power within the little snail's body.

The rune's light quickly dimmed and eventually faded into silence.

With a flick of his arm, the little snail effortlessly lifted the hundreds-of-pounds-weight resistance stone lock with one hand.

He weighed it in mid-air, tossed it up casually, caught it steadily, and then it slammed onto the ground in front of him with a thud.

The marble floors were immediately smashed and several cracks appeared.

The sound of the impact momentarily silenced the surrounding conversations.

The recruiter's previously indifferent gaze immediately brightened.

This young man, holy crap!

This is absolutely a treasure!

This is not over yet.

Just after the little snail performed its miracle in front of everyone, Xiaoyu led George out of the crowd.

He walked to the edge of the platform, raised his staff without saying a word, and gently touched the tip of the staff to a puddle filled with rainwater.

Ice-blue magic flowed down the fairy staff.

The cold air spread along the ground, and the puddle froze into a hard, transparent layer of ice in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, George cooperated by lowering his body and letting out a very intimidating bark.

A warrior with sufficient strength, a mage who has mastered ice elemental magic, and a well-trained war beast.

This mature and efficient battle group configuration is exactly what the recruiters have been searching for at Labor Square today.

The recruiter's arrogance vanished. He strode down from the platform, enthusiastically pulled a parchment contract from his briefcase, and presented it to the little snail with both hands.

"Two outstanding adventurers, the Clement family welcomes you to the family."

The recruiter's tone became very polite. "This is an employment contract, lasting for half a month. The compensation is twenty standard-quality magic stones per person."

If you are satisfied, please sign your names. The caravan's horses are just outside the square; we can depart at any time.

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If it were a typical undercover player, they would probably sign the contract immediately upon receiving it, since infiltrating the noble caravan would be considered the completion of the initial infiltration mission.

But Little Snail is, after all, a veteran player who has frequented various online games for many years, and he has that kind of mentality of "being as frugal as possible."

The ruthless bandit's nature of "maximizing profits".

He knew that he now had complete control, and the other party was more eager to get the person than he was.

The little snail took the contract but didn't rush to pick up a pen.

His gaze swept over each line of the parchment, and after reading it, he rolled up the contract and gently tapped his palm.

"Twenty magic stones, that sounds good."

The little snail looked at the recruiter, raised its eyebrows, and said, "But there's a big loophole in these terms."

Since you're only picking those who can fight, then high-intensity combat will inevitably be accompanied by severe equipment damage.

The contract didn't specify who would bear the cost of weapon repairs, nor did it mention who would be responsible for medicines and supplies.

The recruiter paused for a moment, then explained, "According to convention, these are usually considered personal expenses for the guards—"