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Chapter 1303 The Unyielding Planner

 The act of riding two boats and placing bets separately has been a common tactic of large families throughout the ages.

But it is quite rare for someone like Quesenta to split his bets between elephants and ants.

Fran could only look at the two little mages sympathetically: Although some ants are quite ferocious, there is no meaning if the number is too small!

Although his face was desolate after being hit hard, DeVos quickly managed to deal with Luca who had started talking randomly.

When he was sure that Fran was going to take them away with the alien whale, he calmly asked for some shopping time: They were all going home, what's the use of taking the money with them back to Quesen Tower?

There are so many good things in the Aglaia store... Although they are certainly not cheap and high-quality, it is enough that Quesenta does not have them.

It's a pity that the curiosity shop is not open yet.

DeVos pondered for a while: When bidding farewell to Leonard, who lives in the alderman's house, could he ask Mr. Lynn to sell him some rare jewelry?

Although DeVos is also very sorry, he can still withstand the current blow...after all, those scrap girls don't belong to his family.

After all, unlike Lyca, no one dared to publicly abandon the future heir of the city-state.

This is thanks to his mother who had a strong marriage and only gave birth to him.

Although his family also remained silent, DeVos could understand.

Their family doesn't have to do anything, but they can't open their mouths to stop their neighbors...joining forces is enough to kill the neighbors in their city-state...from the idea of ​​making a fortune.

The only thing he didn't understand was why his teacher, Edna's biological father, also remained silent... As one of the best archmages in Quesen Tower, if he firmly opposed it, even these scrappy girls would still appear.

But at least I won’t dare to come to Aglaia publicly.

The moment they appeared in Aglaia, Edna should have understood that she had been abandoned by her father.

If Edna wasn't Mystra... Devis couldn't even imagine how painful she would be.

Otherwise, he and Luca wouldn't have dared to talk much after that, or they would have returned to normal after discovering that Edna didn't really care about them.

DeVos actually wanted to rush back and ask his teacher if he had Embry's bathwater poured into his head.

But as long as he thought that his teacher might be worse off than dead right now... Even if he could withstand the blow, Azuth's remote teaching would probably make him feel ashamed.

So the only thing he wants to do now is to buy some good things to go back to his dear mother, and thank her for preventing the DeVos family from losing everything in this huge gamble.

Luca turned to look at his friend, suddenly reached out and snatched away the ice ball floating by DeVos's forehead, slapped his own forehead fiercely, and then said calmly: "It's time to say goodbye to Leonard.

Bar?

I have to go too.

By the way, I want to ask him if the booklet recording the teammates in Edna's hand is still there."

Devis raised his eyebrows and looked at Luca, who seemed to have suddenly calmed down.

"If that goddess returns to Joseph Garden with that booklet..." Luca lowered his head and spoke calmly, his voice weak but firm, "Then the two of us can at least keep our family and the magic tower... Your family probably

It will take you straight to the top.

And in my family...my eldest brother probably doesn't have to live under the squeeze of a bunch of half-brothers.

And the Magic Tower might be directly under my name.

Phew... life!

Thinking about the guy who died at the hands of the Hubbell family, we should be lucky, right?

His city-state and magic tower seemed to have selected a red-haired female mage directly from his family because of his death, right?

I recognized him from the beginning, the one with the rouge mark on his mouth."

'boom'!

Fran, who was sitting aside and waiting for the exchange between them to end, was originally contacting Diamond from Purvi's place to ask him to come directly to pick them up. When he heard this, his hand accidentally hit the small square table at hand.

"Master Frank?" Luca was startled, "What's wrong?"

"Rouge, is that the girl who went with the Shadow Thief of Amn?" Fran reminded as tactfully as possible, "Ms. Mystra probably won't care too much about the person who is no longer there."

Luca said "Ah!" and just when he was about to speak out, DeVos covered his mouth in time: "No, little people like us can't stand the trouble!"

Think about it, how many people in your family wish your brothers would die soon, and think about it again, how many girls in your family believe in Shuni!"

Luca squeezed Devis's hand hard and struggled desperately.

DeVos panicked and tried to dissuade him from talking more.

Fran, who was silently observing this little commotion, couldn't help but say, "You even covered his nose."

Soma, suddenly enlightened, rushed forward and pulled away his little master's hand.

"Haaah~cough cough cough!" Luca, who was beating his chest desperately, let out bursts of heartbreaking coughs.

"Ah... I'm sorry, Luca, I was too anxious." DeVos said awkwardly.

Luca stretched out a hand and waved it weakly, and said in a hoarse voice: "You were right to stop me... I will do it again next time, just remember not to cover your nose.

Or give me closed-loop breathing."

DeVos shook his head helplessly.

Watching the two young mages supporting each other and flying towards Aglaia City, Fran sighed with emotion.

After living with the undead for many years, he had almost forgotten what the inviolability of gods meant.

In the past, he used various code words to describe the god Trasil!

Fran summoned his own crystal ball... Under the sunlight, countless crystal facets instantly emitted colorful colors.

In this world, if you want the power to speak, you must have enough strength.

Therefore, even though he was happy to meet Hill in another world, he still had to take a different path from his grandson.

With Hill beside him, it would be difficult for him to see who he really was.

He is a mage and must not be blinded by illusory power.

Although, it is indeed very beautiful.

However, Fran raised his head, be it a powerful void mount or a wide demiplane, only what he finds is his true power.

He completely suppressed the wavering he felt after seeing Hill who was hesitant to speak... That child never liked to embarrass others. Although he wanted to let Fran go with him, he was unwilling to take the initiative to speak.

Just look forward to it with those big talking eyes.

Fran was indeed a little shaken, but he couldn't do that.

His life is different from Hill's.

He could only walk slowly and steadily step by step without taking any shortcuts.

Hill, who was standing in the floating castle and looking into the distance, was in a daze as he watched the alien whale slowly descending towards the Heart Lake in the sky.

"Sir, do you want Mr. Fran to accompany you?" Liszt appeared behind him and said solemnly, "Since it is a rare encounter in a different world, then..."

Hill shook his head to stop Liszt.

"Grandfather understands what I mean, but he doesn't want to. He doesn't even intend to take Purvi away. He keeps using the term borrowing." He sighed softly, "Liszt, I also want to train myself!

But luck...is something entwined with my soul. As long as I live in a world with the power of nature, I will definitely have luck.

Moreover, I am not so bored that I have to give up my greatest asset to experience a life of poverty."

"Sir, you know what you said is not suitable for others to hear, right?" Liszt could only smile.

"Ah... it's better than being cheap and being nice, right?" Hill laughed, "Why did you come to see me?"

"Mr. Linn went to hide in the town and left Mr. Leonard with a few Galls." Liszt said a little embarrassed, "They have been questioning Mr. Leonard, and they really have no suspicion at all.

Miss Dena's identity?

Questions like why my eyes are so blind.

Josani is unhappy, and now the situation is turned upside down."

"It's okay." Hill thought for a moment before saying, "Lynn probably did it on purpose. He felt that Leonard was depressed for a little too long.

That is the favor from my brother, even at the expense of his own house...We outsiders can just watch."

Liszt always felt that something was wrong, but he still understood the words "don't worry".

"The people from East and West Tethyr are about to reach Waterdeep City." He said another thing.

"Again... did anyone unexpected show up?" Hill turned around and asked curiously.

"After the caravan from Shoulong met the envoy from Baldur's Gate, there was a small conflict, and the people from West Tethyr suffered some casualties."

"Um?"

"Yes, the two sides were fighting at sea, and the people from West Tessel who happened to be passing by died."

"Who did it?" Hill asked a little speechlessly.

"On the surface, it's the arrows shot from the dragon boat, but secretly, it should be the Japanese in Baldur's Gate." Liszt said in a serious tone, "Basically, the nobles and big businessmen on the other side of Baldur's Gate are responsible.

All because of the chaos caused by Baal.

Now, almost all the decisions are made by mercenaries.

As for the magic ships on the sea... after the undead wiped out all the pirates on the Sword Coast, it seemed that there were only a few Japanese ships left.

They seem to have a way to maintain themselves in the neutral camp."

Hill suddenly smiled: "During the time I stayed in the Shoulong Empire, did I show a little distaste for the Japanese?

So…obvious?”

Liszt didn't know how to answer.

In fact, Hill's performance was not very obvious, but... He always liked to leave people a chance of survival, and he never held back when facing Japanese pirates.

"It doesn't matter." Hill said briskly, "Of course I won't let you offend me if you offend me. But... I'm not a war fanatic. When I encounter people from that country, I will shout and kill them?"

Really...I still don’t want to give up!”

Liszt didn't understand why Hill made such a judgment, but he knew that Hill had always been sensitive in this aspect...Taling was weak in this aspect.


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