In the next few days, Boom completely replaced Rikka, either walking into the market area in the morning light, or hiding in the kitchen all day long without a trace.
Although her cooking skills did not improve at all, Rikka was very happy with her meal. During this period, the dark elf Christine from across the street also came to visit, but after tasting Boom's "private cooking", she never showed up again. Liuhua had a very happy time during this period, because she was far more familiar with Highgarden than Boom, so how could she not know how difficult it was to purchase food?
But even so, Boom would bring back a piece of sugar cake every day. No matter the rain or the sun, this situation has never changed.
Rikka's dependence on Boom became deeper and deeper, and even late one night, the petal magic pattern appeared on his forehead again, and the fusion of their souls became closer.
At the same time, there was a roar somewhere in the Nightingale Grassland, and a goblin airship comparable to the size of a blue whale was slowly hovering in the sky.
The airship finally collided with the ground, making a harsh sound. The huge double-blade propeller stood still, and several short figures appeared inside the iron door.
The leader looked at the Cisse cavalry coldly, without a trace of panic or respect. He saw him climb straight into the carriage, and the carriage quickly returned to the High Court.
Arrogant! This is the most straightforward feeling of the greeting officer. However, his duty is to escort the guest to the palace safely, so he has no choice but to swallow his anger.
If it were another time, he believed that he would never tolerate this arrogant attitude and would stab the thin sword at his waist into his neck no matter what.
In this atmosphere of mutual dislike, the speed of the carriage was increased to the limit, and it took only half an hour for the group to arrive at the gate of the palace.
"Everyone will get out of the car and be inspected. Those who resist will be treated as assassins. We will not repeat this." The captain on duty stood in front of the carriage and shouted coldly.
"My time is limited. If the Principality of Xisai is a place like this, then we should go back." The voice floated out from the carriage, full of sarcasm.
Arrange! Draw your sword! The thin sword of the Cisse cavalry reflected the moonlight, and a dozen magic waves seeped out from the shadow. However, a two-meter-high figure fell from the sky, and the huge scythe behind it shook slightly.
"Let this person in, this is the Grand Duke's order." Aguero's voice echoed in the air, the palace door opened, and the carriage slowly drove in.
The carriage was silent all the way, and finally the carriage stopped under a certain stone tower, but Grand Duke Grylls had been waiting for a long time. Seeing this, the short goblin not only did not apologize at all, but walked into the stone tower on his own.
The same study, the same murals, the same fireplace, the same Grand Duke Cisse. But today the other person is not Ragnar from the tundra continent, but a goblin.
"Welcome, warrior from the Alchemy City of the Rusty Plains." Grand Duke Grylls filled the wine glass with his own hands and said loudly.
"Ah, Grand Duke Grylls of Cisse, King of the Two-Headed Dragon." However, the goblin seemed a little uninterested, neither taking the wine glass, nor showing the least respect.
Aguero, the captain of the inner court guard standing outside the door, snorted coldly, then stretched out his hand to the Blood Scythe and turned to stare at the door in front of him.
"You go and wait outside first, and you will be punished accordingly." Grand Duke Grylls smiled and then spoke again.
Dong-dong-dong! The sound of heavy footsteps gradually faded away. Tsk-tsk-tsk! The remaining power of the fighting spirit leaked out, piercing through the floor. When the guards saw that their superiors were driven out, they clenched their rapiers even more viciously. p>
"He is not an outsider. He has such a personality, so you don't have to mind." Grand Duke Grylls nodded slightly, which was quite different from his usual behavior.
"It doesn't matter. Haven't you, the Principality of Xisai, always looked like this bird? It's not surprising." The goblin spat lightly, and then sat down in the leather chair.
Time passed slowly, and Grand Duke Grylls finally explained what he meant, but the goblin envoy still maintained his indifferent look.
"The magic cannon is a deal between us and King Aogu. If you become King Aogu one day, you will naturally get those weapons. But now, you, the Principality of Cisse, are not worthy of it."
Silence, even an experienced king like Grylls was rendered speechless by the other party's arrogance. Once upon a time, anyone who was so arrogant would be cut into pieces.
But he knew very well in his heart that if he wanted to seize the so-called hope, he must get the support of Alchemy City. Even if the two sides do not help, it can be called a victory.
"Do you think so little of Cisse, or do you think so highly of King Ogu?" Grand Duke Grylls sighed, a hint of fatigue appearing on his brows.
"We goblins will not participate in human wars, whether it is the sacred war in the past or the future." The goblin took a sip of wine and replied with a smile.
"Furthermore, selling magic cannons privately is a violation of the contract. Although we don't care about that bullshit contract, we will not destroy our own brand." The goblin raised his hand and poured the wine in the glass into the fireplace. Suddenly, white ash was everywhere, and the fire was fierce and intense.
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At this moment, there was no sound except the crackling fire in the stone tower. Grand Duke Grylls lowered his head, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.
But the goblin envoy was still unaware of this. Not only did he still waste the wine, he even threw his fork against the wall, ultimately destroying an ancient oil painting.
"Is it fun? If it weren't for the sake of Biluodis, I would have pinched you to death." An old voice suddenly remembered that there was nothing wrong with Grand Duke Grylls, but the goblin envoy looked around hurriedly. "What are you looking at? You, who are worse than shit, are you still trying to detect my location?" The night was torn from the middle, and at the same time, the Twin Towers in the High Garden rang out bells. "Little baby, who gave you this courage, the Goblin King Sal Apollo?" Aguero, the captain of the inner court guard, bowed and saluted, and the anger in his eyes subsided instantly.
"Then, I will give you another chance now, think about it before we talk." A phantom appeared out of thin air in the stone tower, which was constantly exuding terrifying pressure.
Hercules, the great neurological magister of the Principality of Cisse, is the master of the Wand of Proverbs. Although he is usually crazy, his strength is unfathomable.
"The goblins will never sell magic cannons to anyone other than King Augu. This is the king's will, but... I can reveal some transportation routes."
The goblin messenger replied tremblingly, but he still did not change his original intention. Because if he promised Grand Duke Cisse, he would definitely be killed even if he could return to Alchemy City alive.
"That's it, you can leave." The shadow of Hercules glanced at the two of them coldly, but in the end he waved and threw him out of the stone tower.
The roar of the goblin airship sounded again, and the huge black shadow quickly shrank until it completely melted into the night. Grand Duke Grylls bowed and saluted, his face full of smiles.
"I didn't expect you to be here. I thought..." Grylls had just finished speaking, but he held it back.
"Do you still think I'm crazy? How did you become the Grand Duke? Apart from smiling playfully all day long, you have no achievements at all. It's a waste!"
The shadow of Heracles slowly disappeared, and calm returned to the stone tower again, leaving only the sound of drinking.