Astral Apostle

Zhou Jing was bewildered.

He would not be surprised to see this in the main world, but he was on another plane. He couldn't understand why something from his main was here.

The first thing he could confirm was that he did not bring this item in. This pattern was Hein's national emblem.

Hein was one of the "Seven Pinnacle States" of the Interstellar Joint Government. As for Zhou Jing, his nationality was in the Scarlet Nation, unrelated to Hein.

The emblem of Hein had appeared in the Mutant World, so someone from the main world must have been here before.

The question was, in what way had it been there? Had someone crossed over in history? Or was it something else?

He didn't know if the main world knew about this or which people were aware of this secret.

In any case, Zhou Jing was certain that he had never seen anything related, even after surfing the Internet for so many years.

What's going on?

Zhou Jing could not calm down.

What kind of mechanism is the Astral Travel Interface to locate this world?

Did I get here randomly… or is the mutant beast world entangled with the main world?

What was the connection between my world and this plane?

A flood of questions flooded his mind.

Zhou Jing had thought that he was the only outsider in this dimension, but now, he suddenly realized that the Astral Realm seemed to travel deeper than he had imagined.

Originally, he was still wondering if he should move the knowledge of his main world and make some technological reforms, but now it seemed that this idea had to be put aside.

Before he figured out his situation, he could not mess around.

Thinking of this, Zhou Jing suddenly felt that he had lucked out.

It had not been long since he obtained the Astral Travel Interface, but fortunately, he was used to keeping a low profile and silently developing towards his goal.

He controlled his own desires and did not act arrogantly in an unfamiliar world because of this opportunity.

If he was fearless, something unpredictable might have happened, seeing that there were others in the same world…

At this moment, Griff noticed that Zhou Jing had been staring at the badge. He asked curiously, "Jason, do you recognize this badge?"

Zhou Jing immediately reacted. His mind raced as he looked away and shook his head.

"I can't identify it either."

He did not know what the situation was, but he did not intend to expose the information he knew about the main world.

Although he was not using his main body now but the body of an Astral Apostle and was covered in an invisible cloak, he still planned to be careful.

"Since no one knows about it, I'll leave it alone for now."

Griff shrugged and threw the emblem back into the spoils.

Zhou Jing turned to look at the pile of spoils, his eyes flickering.

Putting aside how it came to the Mutant World… how did this get in a Subterranean nest?

Did this group of Subterraneans kill some guests from the main world? Or did someone in a caravan collect this badge? Or did the Subterraneans just pick it up?

Zhou Jing's thoughts raced. Then, he looked at the burning nest and felt a little helpless.

All the Subterraneans were thrown in for cremation, and none of them could be questioned.

Tsk, everyone was too fast…

All that was left in the field were the corpses of two Violent Tooth Dragons. These were mutated beasts, after all. If they were sent to the hunting workshop in White Plains Town, they could still be sold for a sum of money.

As for the Violent Tooth Dragon that Barong and Weiss had dealt with, it had not been killed. It had lost its treasure and its fighting spirit. It was lying on the ground the whole time after the battle, whimpering.

A living Violent Tooth Dragon could be sold for more money. Seeing that it had lost its masculinity, Weiss did not kill it and planned to ride it back to White Plains Town to sell it.

Moreover, a neutered mutant beast was easier to tame… Weiss's combat style was not only a personal hobby but also economical. It was the result of his careful consideration.

Anyway, Weiss felt that his playing style was quite the smart trick.

When the nest was almost burned down, everyone had already sorted out their spoils of war and collected the corpse unlucky soldier who had his head blown off. They then pulled the corpses of the two Violent Tooth Dragons and set off on their way back.

Zhou Jing followed everyone back.

He was silent on the way and looked like he had something on his mind. Everyone thought that he was still immersed in the emotions of revenge for his brother, so they did not disturb him.

...

Two days later, everyone walked out of the Black-Clothed Forest. By the river, Frostwood Village came into view.

Seeing the familiar scene, everyone subconsciously relaxed.

"We're finally out."

Barong was in high spirits.

Not only did he take care of the Subterraneans to avenge his companions, but he also found the battle-ax that he had used for many years. At this moment, he was feeling extremely pleased.

At this moment, Weiss leaned in front of him and rubbed his fingers together. The meaning was obvious.

"Are you in such a hurry?" Barong laughed. He took out his money bag and threw it to Weiss.

Weiss didn't need to open the bag to know that it had two hundred Terra silver coins. He beamed as he received it.

"Hey, the thing I like about you the most is that you give money readily… even though it's my money to begin with."

"In any case, thank you for help this time." Barong nodded in thanks.

Although it was still considered a sort of mercenary job, Weiss had agreed to it more or less out of consideration for his feelings. After all, hunters weren't lacking in money. Barong wouldn't think it was right for others to help him just for money, either. The simple concepts of this world were not so prioritized by money.

"It's a small matter. Actually, whatever you gave Jason is enough. He's already so strong. I'm just here to help out ."