Romon and Evette left the city together.

The east of the city of Apps is Pastfield Bay, which is a very beautiful place. Of course, only Romon, who once looked at the earthlings, for most people in the city, Pastfield Bay is too shallow to sail in, and the local climate is too rainy in summer, and the wet sea breeze brings abundant rain to Apps City. In this way, using the beach to dry salt has become a luxury. Therefore, for the people in Apps City, only the fish on the dining table can remind them of the beach.

Now, Romon and Evette followed the woods path and crossed a low and rolling hill, the two arrived at Pastefield Bay.

Romon likes here very much. The white and delicate beaches, the light blue sky and the deep blue sea water complement each other. The waves hit the reefs near the shore, making a rustling sound, while the seagulls roar from time to time, coordinating; looking into the distance, there are white spots of fish sails in the sky.

"I almost thought I was back on Earth." Romon took a deep breath and thought to himself. The air was filled with a salty sea breeze, which made people feel energetic.

Evette didn't know why Romon liked it, but after being hospitalized in the crowd for several years, she really had a good impression of Romon. She liked to see Romon standing by the beach. She always felt that this young man in front of her was a person with a story and past.

And it still has strong potential.

"Romon," Evette said, "I asked my father about the black market. But you want to tell me, why did you ask for this?" Her voice was a little nervous. If Romon could not give a reason to satisfy her, she would never tell the news she got.

In fact, most adventurers will come into contact with things like black markets. Just imagine, if two teams of adventurers meet in the dense forest, fight for some reason, and the last team wins, the winner will naturally make full use of the property on the loser. To use these property, the help of the black market is essential.

However, for Romon, because his property comes from a gang of thieves, the general black market channels led by thieves are less credible.

Therefore, a level 5 warrior, former adventurer, and current bar owner should have some different channels. Even if not, Romon can still ask the mage Alec, or Ferzi of the caravan, and he will always ask the way. Of course, it would be better to get news from the cute Evette like now.

"Yvette, are you caring about me?" A smile appeared in Romon's eyes.

Evette's pretty face turned slightly red. She broke free from Romon's hand and turned around: "I don't have it."

The girl's shyness made her care about her reserve all the time, but in a blink of an eye, she looked at Romon with a smile and noticed his age: "Who is shy? Romon's little brother."

Looking at the excited Evette, Romon was amused and crying. The young man who took over the body was only sixteen years old now, one year younger than her, and he was indeed too young.

"Yevite, let's talk about the serious business. This is the thing..." Romon whispered that the tax officer of Ricca Town used the thief to frame him and his counterattack to obtain a batch of supplies, and even the jealousy of the pastor Tenes.

The view on the beach is very wide, and with the whistling sea breeze in winter, Romon is not worried about what he says leaking out.

"Romon..." The girl remained silent after listening to Romon's story.

The sea breeze in winter whirred, stirring the waves into pieces. The two people on the beach were just too busy to cut them down.

"Romon..." Evette's voice awakened him who was in deep thought.

"This is how things happen in the black market..."

In Yvette's low-pitched narrative, Romon had a rough outline of what he wanted to know: Old Villen did have such a black market channel. What's more important is that this channel has nothing to do with the thieves, but belongs to another more hidden system. Of course, Yvette is not clear about this, but Romon could infer this from her little narratives. However, there are two problems to be solved. One is that the black market that Yvette mentioned is once a month, and this month has passed and will not be held next month.

Another thing, in this black market transaction, someone must recommend it. Old Weilun has good qualifications, but he may not be able to get the goods he entered the market for sale. At that time, he ransacked the thieves union and got a large sum of money, but the items were only ten new volumes of new cloth, six new sharp daggers, five cowhide storage bags, a set of basic thieves skills books, a poison production manual, a small box filled with various poisons, and tools for special lock picking.

Romon scratched his head: Fortunately, there is still about a month left to plan, so the goods that are put into the market can only be put into some effort on himself, a time traveler.

"Yvette, let's practice swordsmanship." Romon felt that the black market was a big deal and could go back and make plans. Now, it would be better to have a good match with Yvette and vent your mood.

When Evette heard this, she took off from Romon's arms. She smiled and slapped the sword around her waist: "Romong, don't cry if you lose."

Evette's eyes were slender, which was exactly what the ancient Chinese called "phoenix eyes". Although her smile looked like she was seventeen or eighteen years old, she also had a strange charm.

"Yvette, when did you cry when you saw me?" Romon smiled and pulled out his sword, "swipe" and slashed in the air a few times, and gave a swordsman salute with a solemn expression.

Evette also curled his smile and waved his sword to return the gift.

"Ding!" The two men's long swords intersected gently and separated.

Evette held his sword and stood upright, nodding to signal Romon to attack first.

Romon took a deep breath, and then slid his feet before, holding the sword as he stabbed his chest as if he was storming, and shouted loudly: "Ha!"

Evette remained motionless, and Romon's long sword was already coming like a sharp arrow.

"Ha!" A trace of hesitation flashed in Romon's eyes, another scream, his wrist trembled, and the long sword turned over like a spirit snake.

A thrilling smile suddenly appeared on Yvette's face. Just when he was unable to do so, he took a step to flash left, then raised his right hand holding the sword upwards, and actually locked Romon's sword edge with the sword thigh. "Ha!" Yvette let out a clear voice, swirled his waist, raised his left hand and hit the knife.

Romon waved his head, and when the knife of his throat still landed on his right neck, Romon was dizzy and took a step back. The offensive suddenly collapsed.

"Romon, you hesitated just now." Evette smiled and took the sword back into the sheath.

Romon stood still and rolled his eyes: You stood there and didn't move just now, I'm afraid I'll hurt you, right?

Evette seemed to know what he was thinking, and smiled and kissed him: "I know you are worried about me. But with your warrior level, how about you, a level 4 warrior?"

"Yvette, have you advanced?" Romon said in surprise.

"I met my dad yesterday, and he said I had a level 4. But I haven't officially tested it at the warrior union." Evette narrowed his eyes and looked very happy: "Also, don't be alone with me, I see that your current level is probably like a level 2 warrior."

"Is that right?" Romon said in her eyes, "Without the cute Evette's teacher who trains and coaches, how could I make such a rapid progress."

This is the truth. Evette did not give any advice on his teachings. Before the fourth level, the body's reflection was very important. The same flat thorn, how to walk, how to hold the sword, how to match the sword's gesture, and how to cooperate with breathing. These things must be taught by a master by example. If a place is not in place, it will be difficult to correct it. These things cannot be learned by reading books.

Anyway, Evette is a more dedicated teacher than the team leader Richard.

"Romon, don't be proud. I'll tell you about your flat thorn just now. First of all, your steps are still too empty..." Evette said deliberately with a stern face.

Romon quickly listened carefully and gestured according to Evette's narration.

Evette gradually became serious.

One of them teaches and the other learns, and time passes quickly.

Looking at the sunset, Romon, who was dyed with a golden color on his body, was practicing the flat thorn he taught him yesterday. Under the shadow of his nose that could not be shining with sunlight, the boy already had a sense of a man's determination.

Evette suddenly became a little confused. She reached out and held her hair that was chaotic by the wind, thinking: If it was just a curiosity to invite him to the bar at that time, then he would really impress himself because he practiced martial arts meticulously like in front of him.

Originally, he agreed to practice martial arts with him just as fun, but his seriousness seemed to be on the path of a warrior in the future. Druids may only be considered half a spellcaster, but the druid apprentices in the city still prefer spells.

Yvette remembered his father's comment on Romon: "Romon, this little guy may be a duty druid. You know, druids are not just medicinal herbs in the field and animals in the cage."

"Go back, that's all for today." Evette shouted softly.

Romon took his sword and saluted Evette: "Thank you, teacher."

The two of them smiled and returned to Apps City under the golden sunset.

"Romon..."

"Um?"

"Miss Alini...I mean, Miss Alini in your town, she is very beautiful and very good, isn't she?"
Chapter completed!