There are no decent carriages in the town.

The last time Magne rented the carriage to the players, it turned into a pile of broken copper and metal after the players' fierce operation, which caused him to never bring the carriage back to the town after buying the carriage again, and basically stopped at the inn near Lancaster......

Fortunately, there were some carpenters or something in the town, and they managed to make two sleigh cars that could be used together.

The real problem is the animals pulling the cart.

In addition, after Sivi turned on the taming system for pets and mounts, there were always players running into the forest and coming back with a bunch of messy beasts. Although less than a tenth of them were domesticated, considering the base, there were actually many domesticated beasts in the town.

It's just that it may be because these beasts live on the edge of the Valley of the Vain Dead, and have been affected by the Valley of the Vain Dead, so that they all look like that.

"I mean, isn't there a problem with the aesthetics of players like you......" Angela couldn't help but ask Edward after a long pause.

"On that note, you can take a look at the post I wrote yesterday on the player forum." Recently, Goudan, who has been obsessed with writing strategy posts, suggested to him: "The title is "About the recent changes in the sanity and aesthetics of the sea holy envoy who took the 'deep diving' route", and I also took a lot of pictures to ensure that there are dry goods. ”

"Because I always feel that my mind will change after reading this post, so you can tell me the conclusion directly." Angela hesitated for a moment, but finally didn't dare to click on the post, but asked directly.

"To put it simply, the Sea Emissary who has taken the deep dive route will have a harder time restraining their thoughts, and the aesthetic will become a little strange with the effects of the battle tending to summon tentacles that can be resurrected from death, and because the concentration of the above two situations will make their behavior seem a little rude, so I will refer to this situation as Cthulhu for short." Godan explained his research results simply and directly: "And the teammates of the Sea-dwelling Holy Envoy will also be affected, and there will be a slight tendency towards Cthulhu." But don't worry, it won't be a problem, and you'll think they're pretty handsome after looking at them for a long time......"

Angra, who didn't think those twisted creatures were handsome at all, picked them for a long time, and finally found two deer that looked like they had bone growth, ugly and ugly, but they were much better than other types that were twisted to the point of affecting the city's appearance.

In addition to Edward's team, there was also a fat and thin team of two people who finally took over the escort mission, because Angela had a little impression of these two people and remembered that they seemed to be lucky, so he finally brought them with him.

When the two deer carts were driving in the snow, Edward quietly found Alina, who was eating candy, and asked with some curiosity, "What did the lord tell you to make you agree to participate in this mission?" ”

He said, "Alina's little face was serious, and Edward was sitting upright, waiting to hear how the lord knew how to be emotional, and the girl said very seriously, "At the banquet, milk pudding, enough." ”

Edward:???

Lady Alternate, are you too good to turn around......

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Duchy of the Silver Eagle, Tunaya City.

This is the capital of the Principality of the Silver Eagle, and the residence of the Grand Duke of the Silver Eagle is the most central part of the city, standing like an eagle with wings outstretched.

Almost the entire city is built around the Silver Eagle Castle, and the wide Yarabe River runs through the city and splits into two streams around the Silver Eagle Castle to form a natural moat.

It is said that there was once a hill in the center of Tunaia, but the founding emperor of the Varla Empire remembered the exploits of the ancestors of the Duke of Silvereagle, so he sent people to dig up the mountain, and built the masterpiece Silver Eagle Castle on the original site, and divided this land to the ancestors of the Silver Eagle, which became the private land of the Fatt family from generation to generation.

"Only when you see this kind of castle can you realize that you are also a nobleman, my lord......"

Edward sighed as he looked at the magnificent castle from afar, which could be seen even from outside the city.

"So you didn't think of me as a nobleman before?" Angela disgruntled.

"Well, you see I used to be just a village chief's child, and the biggest nobleman I've ever seen is the dog-like declining baron among the tax collectors when paying taxes, and that's why he often looks at us with his nostrils." Edward shrugged: "In my original impression, the greater nobles should look at people with their navel eyes. It's like you, who often go to the town to observe the building addresses in person, and can mingle with people like us. ”

"Your perception of the nobility is too biased...... "Angela retorted, "there are good people among the nobility, and isn't it a monster who looks at people with his navel eyes." ”

Originally, Angela wanted to cite a few chestnuts to prove that in addition to himself, there were good people among the nobles, but after thinking about it, he couldn't find positive chestnuts, but there were a lot of negative teaching materials for exploiting the people and acting recklessly.

Then Angela suddenly realized that, in fact, with his original way of thinking, he could not realize that those who arbitrarily levy taxes for the sake of their extravagant life, conscription and duel for the sake of a little will, and drive and massacre the displaced people at will are wrong; It is precisely because of this period of time that I have had too much contact with players who are born in the lower riba people, and my way of thinking has also begun to become a bit player-oriented...... No, maybe it would be better to be more objective.

It was only at this time that he realized that there was so much filth and filth hidden beneath the opulent surface of the nobles who were usually high up.

Before Angela could calm down and think about it, there was a noise outside the carriage.

"What's wrong?" He asked, looking up.

"There's a convoy with us," Vera poked her head out and asked a little before coming back, "scrambling for a spot in line to get into town." ”

Angela frowned, and walked out of the carriage to see who the other party was, but saw Joe, who was carrying the 'giant's toes', in front of the other party's coachman, and his strong chest shook left and right in turn, demonstrating to the other party, and even the giant sword behind his back continued to shake with his movements.

As a warrior, Joe doesn't seem to be very afraid of the cold, and his clothes are relatively thin, but it also makes his movements visually stunning because of this. The coachman's brain on the other side, who was about to be shaken by Qiao's face, was completely down, and he didn't know what to do.

In the end, it was the master of their carriage, a girl about fourteen or fifteen years old, who poked her head out to look at it, and said to Joe with a blank face, 'You have big breasts, you go first' to end this pointless fight.

And when Angela saw the other party, he subconsciously hid back in the car.

"How is she? It's a bit of a hassle now......"