Welcome To the World of Power Supremacy

Baby Emilia stroked the crystal on her palm and carefully placed it in her arms.

"There are only two of us left, don't think about anything strange, I can do magic."

Even so, Emilia's attitude was not vigilant at all. She seemed to have attributed Igarashi to a good person, and Igarashi smiled honestly.

"What is the strange thing?"

"you!"

Emilia snorted angrily, and then stepped forward not to look at Igarashi.

"I'll go to the front. You are alert to the rear. If something happens, call me immediately."

Igarashi, who felt that he didn't need to waste any more time, manipulated the law to let a guy who was sneaking around here come over, pretended to describe the blond dwarf, and got his name and the location of the loot from the guy's mouth. intelligence.

"The owner of the loot warehouse will not give you things honestly. Even if you are the owner of the stolen things, you have to rely on negotiating skills to buy them back."

After that guy said that, he left with Igarashi's tacit approval.

And hearing his words, Emilia looked troubled.

"It's obviously here to ask for something stolen, why do you have to pay for it..."

"Since you are a victim, or a powerful victim, you don't have to abide by the rules set by the thief and his party, just show enough strength to get it back."

Emilia seemed hesitant about Igarashi's words, but she still followed Igarashi to the loot store.

The loot storehouse is located in the deepest part of the slum and occupies a large area. Although it is a bungalow, it is much higher than the average bungalow. It is also a rare building in the slum.

"This is the corner of the royal capital. Before we knew it, we walked from the center of the capital to the corner. I didn't expect it to be so big."

Seeing the high wall behind the loot store, Emilia blinked in amazement. Are there so many poor people in the capital?

"Then, Emilia, the person who manages the loot bank, or even the guy who stole your stuff, may be in it. What attitude do you want to enter?"

"Just go in righteously, just say we have something stolen, let's go inside and find it, and if we find it, give it back to us."

"If the other party doesn't want to, will you do it?"

"Eh?!"

"Forget it, leave it to me."

Seeing Emilia's unexpected appearance, Igarashi shook his head helplessly. He was innocent and kind. As Emilia's identity, it was not a good thing.

Chapter 713 Greed

The doors to the loot vault are heavy, closed from the inside, and generally cannot be opened from the outside.

"Open the door."

Igarashi stepped forward and patted the door a few times. The door panel groaned and the hinges began to deform.

"I don't know the password and password, are you here to find fault?"

The crack of the opened door revealed an old face with a very good complexion. The gaze looking at Igarashi was definitely not friendly. Judging from the position of his face, it was a tall guy.

"Felute stole our things. You have to understand that it's not wrong to find fault, but unfortunately it was Feilute who found trouble first."

"You guy..."

The old man's tone was very low, as if he wanted to turn around and take some weapon, Igarashi said again.

"Going to fight? With your size, this loot vault will be destroyed with just a few moves, right? Are you betting the entire loot vault to try to get rid of us? Think carefully, the cause of the incident is just a stolen item, Stuff is important, but it shouldn't be as important to you as your entire loot bank or even your life."

Emilia felt the hostility of the old man, and ice crystals appeared around her. She was an elf warlock, and after signing a contract with the elf, she was able to use magic.

The old man, who was about to turn around to take the weapon, squinted, looked at Emilia's clothes, looked at Igarashi again, and sighed deeply.

"It looks like Felt got into trouble, please come in."

As soon as you enter the counter of the loot store, there are fixed seats for customers. Unfortunately, the seats, counters, and other furnishings are all shabby.

"You can call me Mr. Rom, please sit down and see your extraordinary behavior. If you think you won't like my drink, you won't be embarrassed."

The old man who claimed to be Lord Roma walked behind the counter and poured himself into the dirty glass.

Igarashi wiped the seat, wiped off the barbs and dust caused by the disrepair, sat down and looked at Lord Rom and said.

"In the past, the owner came to ask for the lost property, how did you deal with it?"

"Let the owner offer enough money."

Lord Rom answered quickly, and then drank a glass of wine on his own.

"But this is a slum after all, and the people who come here can't possibly have real powerful nobles or strong people. I also told Feirut to avoid the kind of guy who doesn't look simple, so the former owner, I can handle it.”

Having said this, Lord Rom smiled bitterly and looked at Emilia.

"She is either a superb elf warlock or a magician. She is someone who should be avoided. If it is not a last resort, I will try to avoid fighting."

Another meaning of Lord Rom is that if Igarashi continues to force him, he will not be cowardly.

At this time, there was a knock on the closed door of the loot storehouse. Lord Rom walked towards the door as light as a swallow, and asked with his ear pressed against the door panel.

"Dealing with big mice?"

"Use poison."

"Dealing with Moby Dick?"

"Use a hook."

"To deal with my noble dragon?"

"Go eat shit!"

The last sentence, go eat shit, is actually a fixed code, which is really tasteless.

"I made you wait for a long time, Lord Rom, the other party was unexpectedly difficult, and it took me a lot of time."

A blond girl walked into the booty vault while boasting of her victory, and then she saw clearly in the booty vault, people other than Lord Roma——Igarashi and Emilia.

"The owner has already come to the door?"

Feirut subconsciously covered his chest with his hands, and wanted to hide the badge there. Emilia lost the badge that represented the identity of the heir to the throne chosen by the dragon.

"Aren't you going to sell me?"