Ride and Cut

"It's so prosperous." As the chariot slowly moved forward on the street, Elizabeth had already froze.

The commercial atmosphere in Frisian is very strong, and there are peddlers selling goods everywhere on both sides. Under the warm and courteous appearance, there is a heart that vows to take advantage of the crowds of stupid and wealthy guests, and ruthlessly slaughter him for a fat year.

What I saw and heard all at once was the bustling commercial atmosphere.

Although Elizabeth had a longer life expectancy than everyone present, her experience was pitifully short. Where have I seen this kind of human fireworks, I don't even know where to put my eyes.

"what is that?"

"Most of them should be local specialties. After all, it is difficult to attract other things to other places..." Annie finished speaking absent-mindedly, and then looked in the direction she pointed.

"Huh?" The half-elf blushed suddenly.

At first glance, it looks like a ready-made clothing stand, and there are indeed many colorful and bright clothes hanging on the shelves. But all of them are poorly made of materials. At first glance, they look more like cloth strips, and the intention is self-evident.

The stall owner has a big mole on his face, displaying his products vividly. Attracted a group of dog-like guests, all of them looked very wretched.

"What a fucking genius!" The lord laughed wildly like a firecracker.

He put the cat-head statue controlling the chariot beside Anne, said "I'm going to see Master Dupont.", and jumped out of the car with two followers and Sinclaire.

During the coronation ceremony, the city of Frisian had already issued an air ban.

This kind of ban is not achieved through magic, and it is simply unrealistic to impose a magic ban that can cover the entire city.

Instead, it is purely restraining people with order—as long as there is no problem with their brains, guests from all over the world will give the Pompeii royal family this face.

Of course Li Cha was not prepared to break the rules, so he had no choice but to walk. I bought a large handful of sizzling kebabs with two silver coins at a roadside stall, shared the spoils with Gunther and Sinclaire, and walked away while eating.

And Carlos blushed, and quietly left the team alone with a bag of gold coins, shouldering the task of going to the ready-made clothing stand to buy for his lord.

After eating the meat skewers, I happened to walk outside Du Peng's ordinary small building.

Before they could knock on the door, a gust of fresh air had automatically opened the door for them.

"Master, long time no see." Li Cha's lips were greasy, "I didn't even have time to eat, so I came to see you."

"Grandpa Du Pont." Sinclaire, with a rare and well-behaved look, slightly bowed her knees. .

Gunther followed in, and the originally not-so-spacious living room suddenly became cramped. He burped with one mouth, and the smell of rich spice mixed with barbecue lingered for a long time.

"Little girl, are you still used to living in Alpine Castle?" The fat old man didn't even bother to look at Li Cha, and asked Sinclair directly.

"I'm used to it. I'm trying to learn swordsmanship from my teacher." The little lion nodded.

"Master, didn't you say that you want to introduce a distinguished guest about the Dragon Knight to me, what about you?" The lord rubbed his hands and eagerly scanned the living room, but regrettably found it was empty.

"Don't worry too much, I'll make an appointment with them at night." Du Pont signaled them to find a seat, "But I heard that you killed three titans and brought their heads back?"

"Yes." Li Cha made a gesture to take out the ring, but was quickly stopped by Du Peng, he didn't want to make his living room bloody.

"I also want to ask you this time, the bones of the Titans should be good alchemy materials, right?" The lord was planning to manufacture a few alchemy props.

Last time, the core of Bakers Fortress was desperately slow to work. It claimed to be able to strengthen the castle, but it has been several months and no results have been seen.

This time, no matter what, he had to get a few powerful ones to be worthy of his status as a titan.

"As the most powerful magical creature in history, there is no doubt that the Titan's skeleton contains powerful elemental power, and of course it is an excellent alchemy material." Du Pont's chubby face showed a bit of embarrassment, "But..."

"OEM fee? That's easy to talk about."

"It's not about money." The fat old man couldn't laugh or cry, "It's because of..."

A strange and old voice continued to answer for him: "Because not using the bones of intelligent life as materials is one of the basic principles of alchemy, which involves some ethical issues."

A small man wrapped tightly in a black cloak walked into Du Pont's drawing room from outside the door.

Sinclaire, who was distracted at first, suddenly raised her head in disbelief when she heard the voice, and stared at him without blinking.

"I see." Li Cha's face was full of conviction, thinking that this was not pure nonsense.

Top monsters have intelligence not inferior to humans. The Balrog encountered in the lava lake below can even use fire elements to spell words in the air. In terms of grammar accuracy, it is much better than ordinary people.

Since they can also think and have feelings, why are they not intelligent beings? When it was time to use it as an alchemy material, no one hesitated.

"Master, forgive me for coming uninvited."

"You don't have to be so polite." The obscure and powerful elemental fluctuations in the other party won Du Pont's respect for him

The little man slowly loosened his cloak, revealing an elegant tuxedo and a slightly contradictory face. The cheeks of the sharp-billed monkey are peaceful and intelligent, and there is a sleek brown tail behind it.

Li Cha had done some research on the half-orc genealogy, so he recognized him as an otter at a glance.

At this moment, he was looking at Sinclair with extremely complicated eyes, "Little Lion, it's really you, I'm relieved that you are still safe."

"Igne!" Sinclair's eyes turned red all of a sudden, her mouth half-opened like a fish suffocating out of water.

"Why!" Her chest was heaving violently, and big drops of tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, "Why did you murder father with Warwick!"

"Sigh." He was obviously a strong person, but at this moment Igne seemed to be extremely helpless when faced with an ordinary girl's questioning, and he seemed to be someone with a story.

"Maybe you don't believe it, but we really...really have a reason to do this..."

"Liar!" Sinclair yelled and stood up abruptly and was about to draw her sword, when a light blue halo fell on her head, immediately making her limp and fainted on the seat.

The great shaman of Igne and Richard turned their gazes to Du Pont at the same time. For them, the source of spellcasting was as obvious as a street lamp at night.

"Why do you look at me like that?" The fat old man shrugged with an innocent face, "The Sleeping Curse, a trick that is completely harmless to health."

"You should be Sir Richard from Gaoshan Castle, right?" Igne asked suddenly.

"That's right."

"Great, I also have some things to ask you."