On the east coast of the wizarding world, Pine Nut City on the edge of Hawk Bay is an important port city in the Wizarding Continent. Of course, it can't compare to Victoria Harbour www.biquge.info but it has also gained a lot of fame in the wizarding world with its local abundance of Mingbo winter pearls and diamonds and gems from the nearby mineral mountains.

Unlike Victoria Harbour, there are more ordinary people here, and wizards or wizarding apprentices are very rare, perhaps because they are not very interested in these jewellery.

Strangely, it was famous for its jewelry, but it was named "pine nut", which is said to be related to the fact that its first lord was particularly fond of raising squirrels.

Early autumn is the harvest season of Pine Nut City, and almost the entire East Coast jewelers will gather in this city, and countless people are crazy about Mingbo winter pearls. They even created the Songnut City Pearl Festival, which runs for a month, during which the city is held with a variety of festivals, attracting countless merchants and tourists, and the whole city is plunged into a sea of revelry.

When Flitton arrived at Pine Nut City in his carriage, the city gate was already bustling with people, and countless ordinary people dressed up in the costumes they usually did not want to wear were gathered here, and they were also covered with pearls, but most of them were fakes, or the worst quality. Pearl Festival, how can you not wear a little pearl on your body?

Flitton's carriage immediately lined up behind the reveling crowd.

"Young Master?" He turned around and wanted to ask for instructions, but Phil was in the middle of research, how could he care, and after saying "nothing", he continued to close his eyes and use the cactus chip to study.

Flitton was helpless and honestly lined up at the back of the line.

It took most of the day to squeeze into the city. But it was not easy to walk inside, and from time to time a large procession of costumes from a certain chamber of commerce would occupy the avenue, and countless people in strange costumes would fill every place where people could stand, and Flitton could only find those alleys with few people zigzag and zigzag, and the speed was very slow.

And in doing so, because of the unfamiliarity, relying on a rough map of the city, you will inevitably go to the dark side of the city.

It's quiet, it's dirty, adults are dressed in dirty, tattered clothes, drunk on street corners, some people walk alone in the streets, hiding their faces, and under their clothes are weapons that can kill. Everywhere are yellow-skinned children, without a trace of happiness on their faces, in stark contrast to the joy of the city's main thoroughfares.

Low houses, few shops, not to mention jewellery shops, but a number of taverns, where drinking is essential, even for wizard apprentices.

But Flitton didn't intend to stay here, they had a clear destination, and the fairy was just a way. The children on the side of the road looked curiously at the slightly luxurious carriage, but Flitton saw in their eyes the greed that almost overflowed.

There was a commotion in a tavern on the side of the road, but the children didn't look at it, which was the most common thing.

"Stop."

Flitton, however, suddenly heard Phil's order.

"Yes." He stopped, curious about his master's thoughts. It's still some distance from its destination, so why stop there?

"Go to that tavern and find a man named Torre." Phil ordered.

"Yes."

Strangely, Flitton stepped out of the carriage and walked toward the noisy tavern. He had carried out the strange order of his master's witchcraft, but he still found it very strange, how could there be someone the master was looking for in such a shabby tavern in the slums of the city, and why did the master look for this man named Torre?

Confused, he walked over to the tavern, which didn't even have a name, and pushed open the door that was almost falling apart, suspecting that the tavern's owner was hoping that it would fall, and then just in time to make a mistake.

There was a screeching sound when the door was pushed, but no one noticed it now. In the tavern, a large group of drunks are gathering around, yelling loudly, announcing their existence like mad dogs. In the middle of the crowd, they gave way to a clearing of land, and two stinking and sweaty men were tangled and wrestling with each other, looking like they had reached a critical juncture, each other's faces were flushed and bruised.

With a "bang", one of them was thrown directly into the crowd, and the people scattered in an instant, causing him to fall to the ground and smash a chair that was already in danger.

"Now, does anyone want to try it?"

The man who was still standing in the field yelled, looked around, and challenged the rest of the people.

But without exception, everyone around him was cheering for him. This man looked to be thirty or forty years old, with a full beard, and if he were an ordinary person, he was already in a period of physical weakness, but he was still as strong as ever. He's been here for a month, and he doesn't know what he came up with with the tavern owner, and on the first day, he challenged everyone to pay him a hundred gold coins if anyone could beat him or fail to wrestle!

However, in the past month, countless people have tried to challenge him, but all of them have failed, today's one is an official knight who walked out of the slums, and he is also a captain of the guard in the city lord's mansion, but he is still defeated in his hands. It's just incredible! Could it be that this guy is still a big knight? But what big knight would come to such a small place?

Now, who else can beat him?

While everyone was cheering, a man pushed through the crowd and walked in.

It was Flitton. When he saw the other party's face, he remembered who the other party was, the master had given him the information of the other party, Monro City, the Great Knight, and his memory was very deep.

"Who are you? The old guy should go home and retire! ”

Torre looked at Flitten and said, neither of them had met, and now Fliton was disguised as a fifty or sixty-year-old butler, so he would naturally be looked down upon by the other party.

The people around also booed, apparently they didn't think the old man would beat Torre either.

Fliton didn't say much, now he just wanted to complete his master's order quickly, and he couldn't wait to see Torre again in private, if he made his master wait a long time, God knows what punishment would come.

"Come here." He said.

"Do you want me to spare you, old man? It's too late, I'm going to beat you halfway! Torre said as he walked over to Flitton.

Flitten grabbed his head and slammed it to the ground.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang, which frightened the crowd of onlookers, and even the children outside were suspicious of what was going on in the tavern.

At this time, Flitten crouched down and said to Torre, who had smashed a hole in the floor and completely lost his combat effectiveness:

"The master is waiting for you at the door."

Torre, who was confused and didn't know what was going on, heard this sentence, and a cold sweat immediately broke out.