Count Ode was astonished and relieved when he saw Master Tob Mott.

Since he is a master of Tobu, he has the greatest possibility of designing a noodle machine, and as a smart person, whether to say the doubts in his heart or keep them in his heart, Count Odd has a very sober choice.

Moreover, Master Tob is here, Master of weapons and machinery, Count Ode knows that any suspicion is already important.

A person can be called a master, but not only can make iron and weapons, but also can make machinery for defending and besieging cities, as well as exquisite iron crafts and practical iron tools, such as tableware and agricultural tools.

A master is not only a skilled craftsman, but also represents an extraordinary creativity that has been proven in the field of ironware.

Count Ode was approachable to the common people, let alone the masters. He immediately stepped forward to shake hands and hug the master, but was interrupted by the magic mountain. Moshan stretched out his hand to stop and said, "I've seen someone, let's drink!"

*

Chiswick's head is really talented, not to mention that it is particularly large, the forehead is protruding, like a spatula, and the key is that the chin is also protruding, which becomes two spatulas.

Polivier first saw Chiswick and realized he was in love with him.

The first thing Polivier decided to do was to invite Chiswick to visit his art house. It was a room with a lot of glass bottles, and the bottles were full of wine, and there were a lot of animal parts in the wine, and there were many kinds of fingers.

Polivier felt that if Chiswick's head were cut off and made into a work of art, it would be the best art that was unique and unparalleled.

But Polivier knew that if his head was cut off, Chiswick would also die, which was unacceptable to Lord Magic Mountain, so he must not cut off Chiswick now. But you can order it first, in case someone else takes Chiswick's head first!

"My lord!" Polivier said with humility.

Chiswick stared at Polliver, his gaze like a sharp hook, few people were not afraid, but Polivier felt nothing.

Chiswick stared at Polivier without speaking.

This guy looked visibly like a sick man, but he was a knight with status and two guards by his side.

Although Chiswick's fame is not small in Lannisport, he is not a knight and does not have a surname of his own. Therefore, Chiswick is not an adult.

He stared at Polivier without saying a word!

"My lord, I want to reserve your head, your head is the most beautiful object I have ever seen, it is absolutely beautiful, it is unique, there is nothing so wonderful in the world, I beg my lord, that I will be allowed to cut off your head after my lord's death, and soak it in a large vat to make a work of art. ”

Chiswick tilted his head, staring at Bolliver, still silent. He was a little puzzled in his heart, Lord Magic Mountain's subordinates are all like this? This guy is not a normal person at all!

Polivier was overjoyed: "Your Excellency promised so happily, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Chiswick didn't say a word, but Polivier was full of joy and thought that Chiswick had agreed: acquiesce!

Mystery of logic!

"Your Excellency, you are free now, and now we are back in Crega, and I am going to take you to visit my art house. I bet you'll fall in love with it at first sight, and my art house is missing you for this rare treasure. ”

"I still have something to do! Go back and tell Lord Magic Mountain, I'll come to Cregan when I'm done. Chiswick said coldly.

"Oh, I see, you're going to a brothel. Although I am newly married, my good buddy must accompany you."

"I don't go to the brothel!"

"Go to the bathhouse, that's fine!

"I don't go to the bathhouse either!"

"Oh, I see, if you want to go to the casino, just leave!"

Chiswick stared at Polliver closely, no longer thinking that the guy was a psychopath. After the dog thought he would 'give' his head to her, he never called him an adult again.

Being called an adult does feel a strange comfort.

"Polliver Knight, I don't go to the casino, I don't go to the restaurant! ”

"Who?"

"Foul mouth"

"The guy who reported to Count Ode that got you arrested in the black prison?"

"Yes!"

"That's not going to work. Polivier said flatly, "Lord Magic Mountain has sworn to Count Ode in the name of family honor and the Seven Gods that you will not be allowed to kill people in Lannisport. But......" Polliver grinned, "to thank you for your willingness to make me a work of art, I can kill him for you, and if you want to do it yourself, it's fine, we'll just get the foulmouth out of the city." ”

"Good idea!" said Chiswick indifferently.

"There are tens of thousands of people in Lannisport, that guy must be hiding, where are we going to find him? If I were a foul mouth, I must have left Lannisport. ”

"He didn't leave, and after I was arrested, he came to see me in the black prison and said he would not leave until he saw me die. ”

"Isn't he afraid of being caught and killed by your brothers outside?"

"He's afraid!"

"But he still has to wait until the day you die, and he wants to see you die with his own eyes?"

"Yes!"

"Who did you kill him? wife, parents, or siblings?"

"I killed his boss Aegon!"

"Avenge your boss, this kind of person shouldn't die!" Polivier said in a praising tone, "Chiswick, let's let him go." Besides, we couldn't find him. Let's go back to Cregan first. ”

"As long as I get out, I'll find it!" said Chiswick coldly.

*

Syllable!

A resounding slap in the face.

The beaten boy stumbled, the cloth bag on his shoulder fell with the swaying of his body, the broken bowl gray cloak and other things in the bag were scattered all over the ground, and a fine short sword also fell out, and the cold light flashed.

The good sword was picked up by a dirty, thick hand.

"Tut-tut, what a sword. Where did you steal it?"

The young man, who was surrounded by a large group of ragged little hooligans, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and said with a faint smile: "Dog mongrel, the good sword I stole from your mother's bed, your mother was using this good sword to stick herself in at the time, and then gave birth to you, a dog mongrel." ”

The leader of the gangsters with the sword was admiring the sword, and when he heard this, he was not angry, and said with a smile: "Brothers, tear his foul mouth for me, and then rip off his pants, and I will cut off a few of his handfuls and stuff them into his mouth." ”

Ping!

The foul-mouthed young man took the lead and punched the bridge of a person's nose, instantly knocking the person unconscious, and the person who was beaten fell on his back.

So, a scuffle of more than two dozen people began.

The young man was agile, his fists and feet were heavy, and he knocked down several people in the blink of an eye, and for a while the other boys didn't dare to approach.

The boss with the short sword in his hand couldn't laugh anymore, and shouted: "Those who dare to come to my territory to beg, and dare to hurt me, brothers, Liang guy, abolish him." ”

So, the dagger and kitchen knife flashed out, and they slashed at the beggar boy together. After only a short while, the teenager who was surrounded by the core was also slashed in the chest, back, arm and lower abdomen, although several people were knocked down.

Blood splattered, and the knife edge was deep and the bones were visible!

He dodged several stabs with the dagger.

"Hack him!" roared the Boss. The gore and the brothers who were once again defeated stirred up his anger.

More than a dozen knives were raised high again, and the boy's movements were no longer agile. He laughed and said, "Hack your grandfather to death, you are still my grandson." ”

The rogue boss swings his sword and joins the warband.

"Get out of here!" a voice came.

It's not loud, but it's like falling into an ice cave.

Everyone shuddered.

Turning around, a strange-looking man with a terrible scar on his forehead walked over.

Behind him, there were three other people, one of whom was a tall, bald man with a three-dog pattern carved on his breastplate that would terrify both the wicked and the good.