Aalto looked at Bart weakly, and suddenly his mouth froze: "Oh my God, Emily would like an old man!" What should I do? The expression that came out of tears as he spoke.

Bart was confused when he heard it, and hurriedly waved his hand: "Stop, stop!" Who does Miss Emily fall in love with? How did I not know? ”

Aalto hesitated for a moment before he spat out a name, and Bart's eyes widened and he exclaimed, "Lord Wood? Oh, my God! ”

Aalto looked at Bart with a sad face and sighed, "yes, how can this make me happy?!" ”

Bart was stunned for a while, then suddenly hugged his stomach and laughed wildly, his overly arrogant behavior attracted Aalto's angry eyes, Bart laughed for a moment, and finally barely held back, but there was still a mocking expression on his face.

Looking at Aalto, whose face was about to explode, Bart finally explained, "Aalto, you don't know much about Lord Wood's superhumanity! Do you know how many years an ancient knight walked Oslo? ”

Aalto shook his head blankly.

Bart stretched out three fingers and stood up in front of him: "According to records, there was an ancient knight named Kate, who once lived in the sight of people for three hundred years!" ”

Aalto looked at Bart in astonishment: "Three hundred years? This...... It's too long, isn't it? The average person lives to be 120 years old! ”

Bart shrugged, spread his hands and said, "This is the excellence of the ancient knights!" Their amazing strength makes their lifespan much higher than that of ordinary people, and no one knows how long the Kate ancient knight I just talked about has lived, but he suddenly disappeared, and no one can find him anymore, maybe he is still alive and well somewhere off the beaten track in Oslo! ”

Aalto was already scared.

Three hundred years old? Isn't that almost the same as the lifespan of a half-elf?

"So, don't look at your sister Miss Emily now, maybe she's an old woman, and Master Wood's appearance won't change!" Bart smacked Alto triumphantly, "And even if Emily falls in love with Master Wood, that's not a bad thing. An ancient knight's uncle, I'm afraid that few people in Oslo dare to mess with you with this identity! Are you still dreaming?! You should pray to God that Master Wood will really like Miss Emily, or else...... You should be an honest commoner in your life! ”

A haze flashed in Aalto's eyes.

What the hell! You don't need to sell your sister in exchange for any identity!

Besides, the terrifying black-eyed Aojin people on the wind and snow tundra are not necessarily worse than this Wood Knight, this mountain with hundreds of thousands of Okin people standing behind it, no matter how you look at it, it is more stable than an ancient knight inheritor.

Bart didn't know what Aalto was up to, and he gushed out his contempt for Aalto and his admiration for the ancient knights—thieves and knights were natural enemies, but the ancient knights were beyond the realm of ordinary knights, and even the thieves gave them the respect they deserved.

At this moment, Panta also stepped into the hall, completely ignoring Barth's excited speech, and grabbed him by the neck and dragged Barth's thin body over: "Bart, bring the wine!" ”

Bart: "Ah?!! ”

Panta carried Bart and squinted at him and said, "You old thief didn't fill me with garlic, yesterday you walked in the front and secretly carried the real fire wine sent by the Emerald Star in your arms." Hmph, be honest and hand it over, don't think you can hide it from me with a space bag! Tell you, I can smell the real fire wine even if you hide it in the space ring! ”

Bart............

After a while, he obediently took out a bottle of real fire wine from his bosom and handed it to Panta. The situation is stronger than people, this Panta launched a madness, no one except Wood could stand it, Bart naturally didn't want to suffer any more, and besides, the wine was originally given to Panta by the woman in gray, but he intercepted it first.

Having the real wine, Panta threw Bart away, and sat down on a chair with a thud, taking a sip of the wine - as his breakfast usually did.

Bart didn't open his mouth after being hit, and his heart was extremely aggrieved: When did a dignified high-level thief be forced to spit out stolen goods?! Shame on you!

The invincible figure also appeared at the door of the hall at this moment, looking at the three people sitting in different postures in the hall, he couldn't help but smile: These are a few living treasures! With them, life is really a lot more interesting.

Seeing Bart's somewhat dejected appearance, Invincible said, "I'm going out, who's with me?" ”

Bart didn't answer, he still felt sorry for his real fire wine! Instead, Panta lazily raised his eyes and asked, "Where are you going?" ”

Invincible replied with a smile, "Perlman! ”

Before Panta could speak, Bart stood up with a slur: "Perlman Auction House?!" I'm going! Panta replied, "I'll go too, and see if I can meet any rare wine!" ”

Invincible looked at Aalto, and Aalto replied in a low voice: "I'm not going, I feel a little unwell today!" ”

Invincible nodded: "Then you remember to tell Emily later, we are out!" With that, he led the way out, and Panta and Bart followed suit.

Walking down the road, Bart looked with some distress at the huge ass that was writhing back and forth in front of him, scratching his head as if he was going to tear off all his hair. After a while, he finally couldn't help but walk around the huge ass, walked behind the invincible and whispered, "Lord Wood, look...... Why don't you just get on a nightmare horse? This is in line with your noble status as an ancient knight! ”

Invincible eyes wandered away from the bustling streetscape on the street, as if he replied casually: "It's so well-behaved, don't pay attention to it!" Bart was speechless and retreated, only to slash at the fat pony's ass with resentment!

This is an invincible mount, he doesn't have the courage to drive it away, but this nightmare horse is like a superb sycophant, closely following behind the invincible, occupying Bart's ideal position. If Bart wanted to step forward, he had to face the fat horse's buttocks, or Panta, who walked comfortably and without the slightest scruples.

Bart cried out in grief: he was a high-ranking thief, but now he followed the horse's ass like a groom. Such a shame, I don't know if there will be no one in the future of high-level thieves, but it must be unprecedented!