Chapter 8: Roma's Den

Although it had been a few days since he arrived in the royal city, Ling Yu couldn't find his way, so he could only follow Emilia.

"Speaking of which, Ling Yu doesn't seem to know much about Lugnica!" Parker said as he looked around Ling Yu.

"Because I'm not from this country, it's my first time in this country! So I don't know much about things here," Ling Yu said awkwardly.

"I see! Is Ling Yu on a world trip? Emilia said curiously.

"Yes! I want to travel through this world, I want to see the excitement of this world" Ling Yu said with a smile, of course, I had to travel all over the other world when I finally came to another world, otherwise wouldn't it be a trip in vain.

"Traveling all over the world, this kind of journey must be fun!" Emilia sighed. Because of his appearance, he will be disgusted wherever he goes, so he rarely goes out, and he yearns for the outside world.

Before you know it, you are in the slum. The destination is dilapidated low-rise houses, stolen goods piled up haphazardly on the streets, and lifeless scattered residents. The unidentified smell wafting is tolerable. But the sluggish expressions on the faces of the inhabitants are depressing. This is the slum, which is in stark contrast to the bustling royal city.

"Is this a slum?" Although the girl's beautiful face looked very calm, Ling Yu knew that it was impossible for the girl's heart to be so calm. She was kind by nature and saw such a scene in vain, and I am afraid that the heart of the elected king will be a little heavier. Sighing in his heart, Ling Yu didn't know how to comfort the girl in front of him.

"According to the information of the fruit shop uncle, Firut is very famous here, let's go ask for the next way!" Ling Yu asked.

"Brother! Do you know where Firut is? Stopping a young man with a decadent face, Ling Yu asked.

"Firut? You should be able to find it by going to the Roma den in front, and it looks like you've lost something too! If you go and talk to them, you can buy it back, good luck to you! The decadent young man pointed out the way to Ling Yu and Emilia in detail, and warned him by the way.

"Knock Knock"

"It's not time to trade yet! It's coming so soon."

It was a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old. Short pale blonde hair, black bows soothing the ponytail at the back of his head, a pair of red eyes on his white cheeks revealed a little stubbornness, and a dark red scarf around his neck. There are very few clothes on the whole body, and there is only a black cloth on the upper body that wraps the developing parts. The knife at her waist made it feel like she couldn't be provoked.

"Don't open the door, you'll be killed"

A malevolent teenager in a tracksuit shouted, his brow furrowed to reveal the fear in the boy's heart.

Leyue Ang's heart really wanted to escape from this place now, and since the last time he was here, he had become more and more afraid of that bewitching woman. Recalling the pain of being disemboweled, his back was covered with cold sweat. So I couldn't help but stop Firut. But it looks like it's too late.

The door had already been opened by Firut, and the afterglow of the setting sun could not make Leyue Ang suppress the fear in his heart and dare not look at the door.

"It's not something as terrible as killing someone all of a sudden"

The familiar voice made Leyue Ang react instantly, it was her, great. Leyueon's purpose here was to buy the medal so that he could give it to her, and he had other purposes for this beautiful girl who had helped him in her difficulties.

"You said yes, Ling Yu! Looks like we're here at the right time! ”

Hearing this, Lai Yueang suddenly saw that the girl in his heart was talking and laughing with a black-haired man, and it seemed that he had a good relationship, and suddenly felt that his heart was full of cuts, and he had finally come to this point, who was this man, and why didn't he see him the first two times.

The hostile gaze made Ling Yu very unhappy, and he gradually developed a killing intent towards Leyue Ang in his heart, but he couldn't show it in front of Emilia, so he could only ignore him.

"Looks like what Emilia lost is in your hands!" Because of Lai Yueang's eyes, Ling Yu, who was already in an unhappy mood, was a little aggressive. This was really uncommon and rude, so Ling Yu casually divided Leyue Ang into Luo Muye's accomplices.

"Great, it turns out that you are really here, and I will definitely not let you run away again this time" Emilia looked at Firut in front of her with an unkind face and said in a deep voice. The Medal of Choice must not be lost, and Emilia's tone was rarely tough.

"What a difficult woman, she really refuses to give up chasing me here!"

"I'm sorry, but I can't give up that thing," said Amilia, raising her arm, and the cold began to condense, forming several ice crystals on her side, aiming at the three people in front of her, and the ice crystals that emitted a sharp cold aura made people dare not doubt its power.

"Blonde girl, I suggest you return the things to Emilia, elven warlocks are not so easy to deal with." Looking at Filut, who was still stiff-mouthed in front of him, Ling Yu couldn't help but remind him, after all, Filut and Rom Ye were not bad people in the first place.

"If the ordinary magician old man will not retreat, but the elf warlock in front of him and the young man around him are not so easy to deal with" Weighing the form in front of him, Roma Ye made a reasonable judgment, the elf warlock is not so easy to deal with, not to mention the young man in front of him who doesn't know the depth. Because he knew this, Roma wanted to talk peacefully.

"Hey, it's not okay to admit defeat before the fight starts, Lord Roma," Firut said unconvinced.

Ling Yu was a little speechless and looked at Firut in front of him who refused to admit defeat, and reminded him, he was still so provocative, this is no one.

"Since my friend is here, please come out" Ling Yu looked vigilant (in fact, he just wanted to pretend to be forced, after all, he was a scum who could be killed in seconds).