Alvin heard a loud shout, and he immediately pulled away the light shield that was trapped in Qi Yue and released all the energy accumulated in his body that had been accumulated in his body for a long time.

At that moment, Qiyue's bones and nerves were squeezed endlessly in an instant, and the universal squeeze from space. His entire face was deformed, and blood splashed out from his seven orifices. His mouth was opened exaggeratedly, but no sound was made. His upper jaw and lower jaw deviated terrifyingly. To be precise, the entire lower half of his face was slightly outward, which shows how exaggerated his mouth was at this time.

In addition, the pupils were flipping up and down, and the flesh and blood of the body were either blooming or slit. Many bones at joints were clearly inserted from the flesh and blood. The tragic situation was really unbearable.

At this time, Qiyue was completely gone.

The instantaneously lost consciousness, Qiyue fell from the air, and after a muffled sound, he finally landed on the ground.

But Alvin knew that this guy couldn't die, after all, he still stopped his efforts.

Of course, such Qiyue would not be able to get up and stab him with a sword.

Instead of running up to see her guard's situation, Theresia stared at Alvin with resentment.

The former Baron Tiffley leaned against the legs of a dining table with difficulty. Looking at the brother behind him, a trace of gratitude flashed through his heart.

Now Earl Onein was a little embarrassed. No one would have thought that this good tea party would evolve to this point.

The nobles of all sizes in the garden dodged their eyes and did not dare to look directly at the man with a flying look in the air.

As we all know, Qi Yue is considered to be the best master in the city of Neufando, no, even said to be one of the best masters in the Principality of Ber, but at this moment he was lying there like a corpse.

"What terrible strength does this mysterious young painter have? What's the matter with that cruel and weird magic?" These nobles couldn't help but linger in their hearts.

They dared not look at the bloody Qiyue, and they dared not look at Elvin. They just wanted to escape from the garden as soon as possible.

If such a thing happened, the Countess Onein and his wife would have to cook in the future.

Of course, even if Qi is beaten like this by Alvin, Earl Oneine can't blame him for anything. After all, Qi is the more he takes action, and in the fight, Qi is the first killer.

At this time, Alvin was already falling to the ground and stood still. He carried the collar behind his neck. After all, he was sweating coldly and hotly, and the shirt inside was soaked.

"Mr. Alvin, I am really not well-received today, which has caused so many ridiculous and rude things." Earl Onein came up and said apologetically, "I'll leave the rest to deal with."

Alvin nodded without saying much.

After all, in Zanzha, he, Earl Onein, has the final say.

It seems that today's tea party can only end in a bad mood.

Earl Onein winked his wife, saying that she would arrange the subsequent delivery of guests. And he had more important things to do.

Alvin walked straight back to Onian and stretched his arms to her.

Onian smiled and pulled it up, and the two of them were about to leave.

But Alvin thought of something and stopped. He glanced at Feiya not far away and smiled helplessly and apologetically.

Feiya shook her head, saying that this was not Alvin's fault.

Before leaving, Alvin took a look at the corner of the garden.

A woman in a secluded place was left. The woman was distracted all afternoon. The two consecutive lively events did not attract much attention.

"I guess this is the one who is still messy with Chili." Alvin thought to himself.

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Just as Alvin and Onion were about to return home, Count Onion stopped them.

"Two distinguished guests, I have something to say to you, and follow me." Earl Onein said seriously, and then led Alvin and the others to the second floor of the mansion and into the extremely luxurious study room.

Anyone who owns such a study room basically doesn't know how to read books.

"Sir Earl, what advice do you have?" Alvin asked with a smile after sitting on the comfortable calfskin sofa.

He fought two consecutive games, but it didn't affect his mood, and his face remained the same.

After sitting down, Onion glanced at the rows of walnut bookcases behind her, there were a wide variety of classics. In addition to the poetry and lyrics, secular novels, etc., there were a few shelves of magical magic books, which made her linger.

"I can't talk about any advice, I just want to hire two people." Onein said with a smile.

Alvin pretended not to understand Onein's meaning, looked at the furnishings in the house and asked, "Do you also lack painters? Or are you going to buy paintings from me? Are you hanging them in this study?"

"Oh, Mr. Alvin, you are really hilarious. Hire you as a painter? How many girls in the house learn oil painting? That's not a big deal." Onein was amused by Alvin. "As for buying paintings, I'll just say that. Anyone who is Mr. Alvin's work can be sold to me, and you can buy it at will."

"Buying paintings, don't think I'm trying to please you," Onein continued. "There are so many priests around, including so many big and small, and some are nobles who understand the market. Look at it. In a short time, some will come to ask you about the paintings you buy, and there will be no fewer people."

"Ha, that's really a blessing." Alvin was surprised that his paintings were so outstanding?

"Oh, you almost changed the subject." Onein reacted, "Let's not talk about the painting for now. Let's talk about the serious matters, and we talk about the serious matters."

Alvin smiled, and it seemed that he hadn't been confused.

"I want to hire two people to serve in my legion," Earl Onein said seriously.

"Oh, Count, you are so proud of us. How dare we go to your legion with our three-legged cats to embarrass you?" Alvin waved his hand.

"Mr. Alvin, you are too modest. Although I don't know magic, I know," Onein said, pointing out the window. "The Qiyue, who just now, is one of the best players in the Principality, was knocked down by you in a few seconds. That's not a problem?"

"Luck, just good luck." Alvin said vaguely, "Maybe it was Mr. Qi Yue, who showed mercy?"

At this time, Earl Onein cursed secretly: "I'm almost giving my life to you, but I'm still not fond of you?"

"Mr. Alvin, you are so arrogant, but you don't like my legion?" Onein said bluntly, his tone a little unhappy.

"Yes, yes, I just don't like it." Alvin really wanted to answer him like this.

"That's not." Alvin replied against his will, "it's mainly me

My wife and I are used to being idle Yun Yehe, and I really have no plans to work wherever I go."

"If you miss your wishes, don't be surprised." Alvin smiled apologetically.

"Oh..." Onein sighed, his tone softened, "Mr. Alvin, you have lived in Zanzi Castle for a while, have you?"

"Yeah." Alvin nodded.

"I believe you have heard that the city of Tyriel is becoming more and more popular, and you may start fighting with me at any time." Earl Onein said, "I really lack good players like you here."

The Count's words are really very good.

Alvin looked at him, then looked at his eyes, nose, and heart, thinking. In fact, he wanted to use silence to reject the presidency.

Seeing that Alvin didn't say anything, Onein walked to the back of the desk, squatted down and turned out an exquisite wooden box from the drawer.

Alvin and Onian were both curious and wanted to see what the count planned to use to increase the price.

Onein put the wooden box on the coffee table and slowly opened it.

On the soft purple velvet support, there was a short staff that was not as exquisite as a craftsman. The support part of the staff looked like a piece of dead wood, mottled and horizontal. At the top of the staff was a frosty gem. It would make people feel a little cool when they were close. But no matter how you look at it, you always feel that this staff was not worthy of this exquisite carved wooden box.

The Count compared a "please" gesture, meaning that Alvin could pick it up and give it a try.

Alvin knew that he was just like a layman for magical materials, so he glanced at Onian beside him and compared "please" with his eyes.

Onion glanced at him in a slight manner, as if joking: "I don't learn anything!"

She saw her slender jade hand stroked the staff at a distance of one finger. Then she couldn't help frowning, and a look of surprise flashed across her face.

As if to determine something, she sucked the staff directly into her palm and felt it again.

Alvin was also surprised when he looked around, and he thought to himself, "He was a princess and studied under Master Pilo. From her background and experience, what else can surprise her?"

"A century-old neem wood? A long stone left?" Onion still couldn't believe his judgment and asked at Earl Oneine.

Earl Onein looked at Onean, and looked surprised. He immediately raised his palms and sighed, "Mr. Alvin, your wife is such a good skill."

"That's it." Alvin immediately smiled and interrogated, and then searched wildly for information about "Centennial Melon Wood" and "Changliu Stone" in his mind. However, no matter how fast the search speed is, no matter how fast the information is, it is impossible to find out.

"The world only knows that fire phoenix bathes in flames and can be reborn." Onion said lightly, "But there is an ice phoenix that does not care about the art of eternal life. When it is time to find a hundred-year-old neem wood, a cold body fossil, called Changliu."

"Yes, Han Tianlian is good enough to live for decades, but how can one live for hundreds of years? So, after seeing this stick, most people don't know how valuable it is," said Earl Onine, a contemptuous smile flashed on his face. "There are even many people who think that this one on top is just an ordinary jadeite stone."
Chapter completed!