Chapter 2014: It is difficult to shape the bones of the gods and chant the spirits
"Come on, come on, come and try these jars of fine wine!"
"You must have heard that just a few days ago, the elves living in seclusion in Twilight Camp sent a batch of thousand-year-old wine."
Shacklewinton, the son of the new city lord Martin, is the Knight of Glory. Back to a few hours ago, Shackleton held a banquet at his home as usual and invited a group of friends to eat and drink.
However, his friends were either descendants of nobles or businessmen, but there was no ordinary person. Shake Wington's face turned red and he seemed to be a little drunk.
"Shak Wington, the only ones who can stand here are all my buddies, so don't try to pretend to be fat!"
"That's right, who doesn't know that those elves chose to join Liuguang City because of Huating? They don't know you, the son of a consul who is not even a top powerhouse!"
"If this thousand-year-old wine can be supplied stably for a long time, it will be profitable, but... I think we should just drink wine!"
However, the dandy boys present didn't really buy it when they heard what he said, and actually started to laugh or ridicule him. This is because Shake Wington has always looked like a good guy since he was a child, or he is too honest and honest. p>
Therefore, even though his father held the position of consul, a group of friends often ridiculed him and did not give him any face.
Shakewinton was not angry after hearing this. On the contrary, he took the initiative to change the topic, highlighting his "coward" character to the extreme, which naturally made all the friends laugh.
On the surface, this was just an ordinary social interaction. But when Shakewinton glanced at his father's trusted servants, a glimmer of sparkle flashed through his originally drunken eyes. p>
"I understand. It just so happens that I also plan to pay a visit to those seven adults. After all, I will have more contacts in the future."
"You should return to the palace to take care of my father. It seems that this dinner party will end early. It is really a pity to think about my jars of elven wine."
Shavinkton and the close servants of the new city lord Martin were hiding in the corner and whispering. The former changed his usual modest and weak appearance, but his tone was unquestionable.
After hearing the words, the trusted servants turned and left, and the dinner party came to an end. There was no words for the night. When the first ray of morning light came the next day, Shake Wington put on a brand new brocade robe and walked towards the flower pavilion.
"I have met Lord Surut and Lord Longinus!"
"I didn't expect that there would be two people guarding the flower pavilion today. I think we are all natives of Liuguang City, so we shouldn't make things difficult for me."
Shakewinton felt that he was very lucky today. After all, the former "Streaming Light Iron Triangle" trusted Flowing Light City more. As for the other five peak experts, they always looked up to Boom and his team.
This is not a situation that Shacklewinton wants to see. After all, the Lord of Flowing Light City is the real owner here. Although the other party is powerful, he is just a passer-by. And the so-called "passer-by" means that he will be there one day in the future.
Leave, the outsiders who cannot protect Flowing Light City forever.
"I have met Lord Shakwington, the son of the consul and the Knight of Glory. May I ask why you came here? Don't say that you intend to provoke Huating. That is tantamount to seeking death."
Surut, the holder of the Eight Blades of Light, a natural druid, an elf bloodline, and a ring of protection (a ring engraved with a life circle).
Surut is considered the gentlest among the Eight Blades of Liuguang. In addition, he is an aborigine of this place and has known him for many years.
Therefore, he vaguely reminded the other party that this was the end. If he really offended Boom and his party, no one would be able to protect the son of the consul.
"Shak Wington, if you want to die, get away and don't take me with you!"
"This is also a place where you, a glorious knight, can come. Huating is the hermitage of seven adults. If you know the truth, get out immediately, otherwise don't blame me for taking action!"
Longinus, the eight-edged sword, a natural berserker, orc blood, and the holder of the skull-crushing ax (two-handed axe). However, compared to Surut's gentle personality, Longinus has a hot temper. p>
He paused the skull-crushing ax (two-handed axe) in his hand, and a wave of air swept towards the opponent. But the strange thing is that Shavinkton, who is only a knight of glory, only has a messy hair, and his hair is a little messy.
But I didn’t take a step back.
"It's shameless, right? Well, well, well, when did the glory knights dare to show shame to the most powerful people? Do you really think that your consul's father is so powerful?"
Seeing that the opponent was so ignorant, the berserker Longinus suddenly swung his skull-crushing ax (two-handed axe), and a five-meter-long fighting spirit slash was instantly blasted out. In the end, this fighting spirit slash destroyed more than a dozen shops.
, completely absorbed by the dome of magic pattern petals.
"Hasta, go and see what's going on. There's no need to take action."
"I don't think anyone in Flowing Light City would be stupid enough to take action against us, so let's just wait and see what happens."
Boom said with a frown, but his brows furrowed. He hated being disturbed by outsiders, especially during breakfast time, but his good mood throughout the day was ruined.
Hastur nodded when he heard the words, and then he flashed and disappeared, but he used the shadowing technique to its extreme.
"Although I am just a knight of glory, I am still somewhat sure of my own defense capabilities."
"First of all, I came here today to see all the adults in the flower pavilion. The old city lord John died of illness last night, and my father Martin succeeded to the throne."
"Secondly... I hope to meet Lord Rikka and become my teacher! After all, we all live together in Liuguang City. Instead of fighting each other, it's better to communicate more."
"I heard that Rikka-sama is still single, have you ever considered the issue of heirs? After all, inheritance is indelible. Even ordinary people are like this, let alone the perfect Rikka-sama."
As Shakwinton spoke, he took off his brocade robe. Under his brocade robe, he saw an old leather armor with scratches on the surface.
Others may not be able to understand it, but Surut and Longinus, as peak experts, understand that these are the marks left by the other party's years of hard training.
The two peak experts were a little at a loss. After all, the identity of the other party was too special, but it was difficult to kill them directly. But while they were hesitating for a few seconds, Hastur's voice suddenly sounded.
"As the 'Eight Blades of Flowing Light', why are you two standing here? Can I regard this as betrayal?"
"Outsiders are outsiders after all. I will truthfully report everything that happened today to Mr. Rikka."
The two afterimages finally collapsed, and Surut and Longinus, who were guarding the flower pavilion today, also paid a heavy price for their hesitation.
I saw the two flying backwards for more than a hundred meters, vomiting blood, and their chests were sunken, but they had lost their ability to fight. Looking back at Hastur, he was staring at Shake Wington, with no expression on his face.
"I have received your message, please leave now. If you are not ordered not to take action, you have no right to look me in the eye."
Hastur dropped these words and disappeared again. He was now extremely furious. If Boom had not decided not to attack the opponent, he would have cut the opponent into pieces.
How dare you covet Lord Rikka, let alone a small knight of glory, even King Ogu has never thought about such a thing.
Having experienced so many hardships together, Hastur, no matter how idiotic he is, understands that the heart of Rikka is only Boom.
"That's good. Maybe we can start the plane journey early and save time wasting in this world." Hastur thought this way, and finally returned to the depths of the flower pavilion and recounted what he saw and heard.