What followed was pretty uneventful. With a heart on Amathe, Belica didn't care that she was offended, and she even forgot who Bane was in front of her.

With a wave of her hand, the rich widow bought the one adjacent to her carriage and drove Amacer and the two belated guards back to the Crystal Palace. Captain Steve, who survived the disaster, took a group of brethren who had escaped death to drink, and this rest day was too terrifying, and he needed alcohol to numb himself.

Fortunately for him, the old man who had lost the crystal card did not ask him for compensation when he heard that he had blown up Berica's carriage, but fled with his tail between his legs - it seems that it is okay to describe an Ambrie werewolf like that.

This made Steve breathe a sigh of relief. Although the rusty water chaebol in Wadan City protects all the wealth of customers, the handling fee is also surprisingly high, since that card has such advanced anti-theft technology, it must be expensive, and on the premise of not catching the thief, he can't escape the involvement, if the other party insists on holding him accountable, the group of guys in the bank who can't squeeze out a gold coin must put the responsibility on him.

He didn't think about whether there was a connection behind these coincidences, and these headaches should be left to the security team, he was just a patrol captain.

……

On the other hand, despite Berica's repeated requests, Amacer decided to stay outside the carriage. He used jerky Heru to express the meaning of "slaves cannot share the car with their masters", and appropriately expressed cringe and fear, which made Belica feel a little more distressed about him in addition to disappointment.

What kind of dark past has my little cutie experienced...... It's unimaginable!

The first time he saw this phenomenon, Quinn felt a little novel, and at the same time he was very grateful to the slave. If it weren't for the other party, he would have been "promoted" to a glorious nursing home, guarding the gates of the Crystal Palace and bidding farewell to the colorful nightlife of Vadan City.

He thought so, what about the field captain Neo this time? This guy was already very nervous on the way out of the arena, and after listening to Quinn tell him everything that happened during his late arrival, his legs were even more weak, and he even made a line with his fellow wizards, and as long as Belica asked, he said that the pair of men and women inside were too tricky, and they were not on par with them, so he delayed time, and did not say a word about all kinds of anomalies that happened in the battle, such as spells that can drain the magic power, and the flashes of wizards even though they are swordsmen.

However, this was obviously too much to consider, and Belica only casually asked about the result, and after hearing the "tie", she also thoughtfully increased the equipment subsidy for the escort team.

"You can use this money to replenish your equipment, and don't embarrass me next time you come out."

Neo touched the warm crystal card in his hand and felt a little dreaming.

"Next time? Next time...... Next time! He kept repeating the phrase, happy as a fool.

"And 'next time', which means I'm fine...... I'm fine! ”

Then his eyes became more and more intense when he looked at Amacer.

He can also see that this turnaround is all because of this slave.

Amacer felt the two fiery gazes behind him, and couldn't help but want to laugh a little, but when he thought about it, he still had to stay in the Crystal Palace for a few days, and if he didn't betray Idriel and be "as good as a jade", he wanted to cry a little......

O Merciful Sorinari (Golden Moon)! Save your child!

……

While Amath wanted to laugh and cry, the other actors and behind-the-scenes workers gathered in the Sherlock family's underground warehouse to eat and drink, exchanging acting skills and experiences with each other, and looking happy.

This was originally the place where Sherlock was going to shape the body of the outsider slaves, but when everything was ready, he lost his life when he only owed the soul, but it was also convenient for Mu Yan and them.

Our chief screenwriter, Mr. Eric, is asking the actors one by one about their experiences, and collecting the audience's reactions to compare them with the original plan to see how much they deviate and whether they will cause special directions. Because of the soul body, he and Grace can only stay here and wait for good news, and experience a difficult wait.

Halfway through the comparison, Mu Yan suddenly called out to him.

Eric took the pen off his ear and asked rhetorically as he turned.

"Why don't you 'delve' into it with your Miss Susie, what are you going to do with me?"

Mu Yan smiled and ignored this guy's teasing.

"There are a few places where I still have doubts, let me talk to you."

"Come on, Director." Eric spread out the manuscript in his hand and threw the pen on it, instantly in high spirits. When it comes to creation, it's as if he's a different person.

"About Amacer's opponent in the final—"

"Wait," Eric interrupted suddenly, "Surya won't hold a grudge against me like she did last time, will she?" ”

About two days ago, that is, the day after Mu Yan interviewed Glazer in the middle of the night, Surya was very dissatisfied with his behavior of throwing him away, plus in those two days, in order to reshape the body of Amacer and them, he soaked with Eric and others all day long, and the two like-minded writers chatted for a day and a night, and almost did not leave a minute for Sulia, which undoubtedly made her even more dissatisfied, and even looked at Eric for several days with a look in his eyes.

Fortunately, Mr. Writer was not as slow to respond as someone else, although the discussion with Mu Yan on the "Hibiscus God" had not yet ended, but he still "let go" him out with interest and avoided a man-made bloody disaster.

Hearing the other party's question, Mu Yan pointed to the corner, where the two ladies were whispering, their eyes constantly glancing to this side.

"I was the one who was abandoned this time."

"That's amazing." Eric sat down with a smile.

Mu Yan scolded with a smile, and then began to speak.

"I made Mr. Ricky bleed a magic mark on Saru, the opponent of the Amatho final, and guess where it is now?"

"Where?"

"It's very close to Amacer, almost one after the other to the Crystal Palace." Mu Yan said: "And at the last moment of the final, Mr. Ricky said that Amacer's sword that should have been fatal was deliberately missed. ”

"Deliberately?" Eric was in the mood.

As the human being who was set up as the number one favorability by Amacer, he naturally knew his best friend very well. Amacer is more than two hundred years old this year, although he is young as an elf, he also has more than forty years of mercenary experience, many of which humans died under his sword, and he is definitely not a soft-hearted guy. According to his temper, there must be a reason why he can save his opponent's life at the last moment.

Coupled with the fact that Salou, who fell into a coma, was transported to the Crystal Palace, the relationship is very intriguing.

"I have two ideas," Eric Mo said, rubbing his chin, "The first is that he figured out his identity by things like Saru's mark, so he wanted to leave a favor." The second is that he felt that the battle was unfair, so he stopped at the end and did not kill his opponent. ”

He wrote the name Saru on a piece of paper.

"As I thought, Saru is Belica's man." Mu Yan nodded: "It turns out that Belica is indeed very partial to Amacer, and it is normal for her not to let Saru play well." But have you ever thought that since Salou, who reached the final, is from Crystal Palace, what about those players in the past? ”

"You mean ......"

"Smack", a pile of materials was thrown on the table by Mu Yan.

"Thanks to the wealthy Boss Ricky, we have this roster detailed, which details the twenty-five players who have made Berica a lot of money in the past ten years." Mu Yan flipped through a few pages casually, and saw that Eric's eyes gradually sharpened, and his mouth opened wider and wider, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

As a mystery writer, this guy's reaction and imagination already made me wonder if he knew the answer in advance......

Eric thought he was flipping through the roster too slowly, snatching the roster and doing a quick look through it from beginning to end, his eyes shining brighter.

"What we said before, that the materials for reshaping the body are monopolized."

"That's right," Mu Yan shrugged, "Now it seems obvious where these things are going." ”

"Looking at these orc-like faces, I have doubts about the origin of the Ambri people." As if suddenly a new train of thought had been opened, Eric scratched his head, grabbed the pen and wrote quickly on the paper, muttering words in his mouth as he wrote.

"What if...... Ambri and Orcs...... Tallinn people and elves? No, no, no, I think they're better suited to dwarves...... What else? Styx? Hengduan Mountains? Regardless, they look a lot like ...... Niverheim? Hmm, the Endless Sea? It's good, you two are a couple......"

Mu Yan next to him still had the idea of having fun at first, but then his expression gradually became solemn.

This guy ...... How does the brain grow?