As night fell, Boom and the other three temporarily stayed in the Troll City of Weapon Halberd. Except for the occasional curious glances, everything seemed to be back to normal.
The cleaned dried meat swelled in the wooden basin, but in the next second it was cut into pieces by Rikka. Because of three consecutive battles, today's dinner naturally seemed a bit casual. However, Boom and Christine
But she still ate with praise, which made Rikka, who had transformed into a little cook, beam with joy.
Night falls quietly, and the noise in the city of Weapon Halberd becomes more and more harsh. This is the habit of the trolls. The trolls who have been busy all day will release their nature at this moment, and the ale and the roasted dried meat will naturally become
The best companion.
Boom actually did not do any training, but sat alone in the room, sometimes looking at the map of the Elf Continent, sometimes frowning. The female contract beast seemed to be slightly depressed and sick because of the excessive exertion previously.
Lying on the ground.
As for Rikka and Christine, nothing seems to be out of the ordinary. Although the former fought a battle with the troll king, the two sides only touched each other and did not cause any damage to each other. The latter was even more overwhelming.
Win with the advantage, and there will be no abnormal situations.
Chirping, joking and playing, two worlds existed in the small courtyard at the same time. Boom and the female contract beast were quietly in the room, while Rikka and Christine chatted until late at night before falling asleep.
In the afternoon of the next day, Rikka, who was planning to go out for a walk, was stopped by Boom. Although she was very unhappy about this, Rikka also understood her brother's good intentions. Therefore, she could only watch Christine leave alone, even if the other party promised
Will bring back delicious snacks.
But as Christine stepped out of the courtyard, the smile on her face disappeared instantly, replaced by her formulaic expression. Walking slowly in the Weapon City, as time passed little by little, Christine finally
Make sure there are no trolls following you.
"I didn't expect the trolls to keep their promise. Maybe this is the reason why they have survived to this day." Christine threw two gold coins to the stall owner, and then put a pack of plum-flour dried meat into the storage bag.
Compared with the trading area of Shimmer Forest, the City of Soldiers and Halberds appears more rough. It is a trading method that can be called "simple" or "chaotic".
Because in the City of Weapons and Halberds, it is not the sellers who bid, but the buyers who are the first to speak. If the bid is high, you can naturally get something, but at the same time, you cannot lower the price because of this, or even turn around and leave. If the bid is low, the merchant can refuse, and
Most of the time, there are also some harsh words attached. The buyer cannot be angry because of this, but can only blame himself for being cash-strapped.
But this ancient custom, let alone thousands of years ago, cannot restrain all trolls even now. Therefore, fights often occur. Although no one is killed, chaos is inevitable.
Christine knocked on both sides of the fight, and then looked at the Troll City guard who was rolling his eyes. She shook her head with a wry smile, and could only choose to leave and not participate in these things.
Moon above the branches, Christine finally walked into a certain bar, and had a rare experience of ordinary people's life. A few plates of side dishes, perfectly braised dried beans, and of course a small jar of warm ale.
.Sitting in the corner by the window, Christine was enjoying her private time while listening to the trolls shouting.
But at this moment, inaudible conversations came from the shadows behind her. Christine listened more and more intently, and even put down her wine glass.
"Although you are an outsider, you are also a magician. A strong person should look like a strong person. You should listen to my advice."
Hypatia, a middle-level ogre witch doctor, is kind-hearted and loved by everyone. In this city of Halberds, although Hypatia is not a troll, and her strength is mediocre, many trolls prefer to find her.
Cure.
Because Hypatia will think about solutions from the patient's perspective, instead of being an unscrupulous vendor who simply sells magical potions, or even a liar who falsely claims that the disease can be cured.
Therefore, the other party came to Hypatia, and this so-called "treatment" lasted for three full years. However, during these three years, Hypatia only prescribed a few prescriptions at the beginning.
From then on, she could only smile bitterly, shake her head and sigh.
"No! I'm sick! And it's still a terminal illness! Will the troll witch doctor be at a loss? It seems that I should go to Udun City. Maybe those orc shamans can cure my disease!" p>
Mason, a wandering magician and water mage, left his hometown just now due to the betrayal of his friend in the early years and came to the Sun-Chasing Plains of Halberd City.
However, it is precisely because of this that although he is powerful, he still resorts to drinking to drown his sorrows. Only in that trance can Mason reunite with his lover again and continue the long-dissipated love affair.
As time passed, Mason's strength also convinced countless trolls, and he also gained friendship. Under the persuasion of his friends, he just approached Hypatia, hoping that she could cure his "terminal disease".<
/p>
But three years passed by in a flash, and Mei Ling felt that she had not changed at all. She would still feel sad in the dead of night, and she would still practice until the critical moment, with that haunting silhouette appearing in her mind.
"But I can cure your 'broken heart' disease. But if I take action, you will naturally suffer some pain. Are you willing?"
Christine took a sip of her wine, and although she didn't turn her head, the sound rang in the ears of the two of them. Hypatia's expression was stagnant, and then she looked around in confusion. Because with her mid-level cannibalism
The identity of the magic witch doctor naturally cannot lock Christine's location.
However, Mason seemed very surprised. He raised his head and drank the ale in the cup, then stood up and walked to Christine.
"With this unfathomable magic power fluctuation, you are at least a magician, or even the rumored peak powerhouse."
"Senior, if you have any good ideas, I will pay any price. Even if I become your servant, I only need your nod."
Mason bowed and saluted. Fortunately, the three of them were in the corner of the bar, otherwise it would have been another unprovoked incident. Hypatia heard some differences when she heard the words, but the messages from the previous two days immediately appeared in her mind.
"Little girl, your treatment methods are very appropriate. The problem is not with you, but with this useless trash!" After Christine said this, her expression suddenly became cold. She did not offer the wand of annihilation, let alone use it.
The pressure of the poisonous miasma, but just the purest fluctuation of peak magic power, directly knocked Mason out of the bar.
"Only when you are alive can you have everything. Instead of feeling sad for a bastard, it is better to pay attention to the people around you."
"This is my treatment method. If you haven't recovered yet, I don't mind doing it again!"
"But next time I will break your hands, and the next time I will break your legs. If you are still alive in the end, then I will break your neck, one by one!"
As Christine spoke, she threw the money bag to the bar owner. In the end, she only gave Hypatia a meaningful glance, and just because of this glance, Hypatia blushed. <
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"Emotion is something that can be encountered but cannot be sought. If it doesn't belong to you, you won't have it no matter how hard you try."
"Cherish your life, and then use that grateful heart to discover the other half that already exists."
Christine's voice slowly floated over and fell into the ears of everyone watching. But her figure had long since disappeared, as if blending with the darkness.