Froud was a little stunned, he shook his fleshy head, and the smile on his face became flattering, "Your Excellency? He squired in horror about the other party's intentions. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Until now, he still couldn't determine where the other party came from—the tattered outfit looked like a down-and-out mercenary, or a bandit in the wilderness, but the young man's swordsmanship just now, and the delicate-looking blonde lady who accompanied him, suddenly made him suspect that the other party was a nobleman who had come out to travel.

Glo held out a finger, and he stared at the fat merchant and smiled, smiling maliciously and making people cristful.

"What do you mean, Mr. Knight?"

As if he hadn't seen the finger, Froud continued to ask.

"Your goods are good."

Glo says he hasn't forgotten the bandits' job duties.

"Very good! These are the best crafted hammer workshops in Leyte City, and they cost me a lot of rael. ”

But Mr. Froude began to play dumbfounded. His small eyes turned rapidly, and he moved his head to Miss Mage, "Beautiful lady, this necklace may be some alchemy product, but if you look at the workmanship, it is definitely the handiwork of a master craftsman." ”

Without saying anything, Mr. Froude handed the red pearl necklace in his hand directly to Radia, and continued to stir his muscular tongue, "Ma'am, you must be more beautiful when you wear this." I think that's what this gentleman is looking forward to. Your beauty is so touching that just now I wondered if it was the princess of the kingdom who had sneaked out...... Your fair skin, paired with this dragon's blood pearl necklace, is like the most delicate flower in the middle of summer...... Time can change everything, but jewelry is a woman's eternal face......"

From the beginning to the end, Mr. Froude did not take a sip of water, his spit flowed, and the necklace was described in his mouth as a rare treasure, and Miss Mage, it was a crime not to wear it.

The scene gradually became quiet. Glo, as well as the young people of the bandit group, heard a series of clever advertising statements from the fat merchant, and couldn't help but stop their movements and froze on the spot, Glo looked at the crumbling lips on the fat face, and almost had an illusion - he was very suspicious that this fat merchant was not from those gold medal salesmen in his previous life.

Mr. Flode's efforts finally paid off, and when a string in her little head was touched, Miss Mage grabbed the necklace and hung it lightly around her white jade neck—she looked at Glo and took a few steps closer:

"What do you think, Mr. Glo?"

"Uh, that's good."

Glo still hadn't woken up from the bombardment of advertising words, but the instinct deep in his soul led him to make a standard man's reply.

"It's not really a pearl, it's just a round ball polished from some alchemy product. Mr. Glo, you say, is there a pearl like this in the port city of Afron? ”

"Perhaps, probably, yes."

Glo was a little weak-hearted. As an otaku, whether in his previous life or in this life, he did not have the habit of visiting jewelry stores. In the previous life [Strife], necklaces, earrings, and bracelets all belong to character equipment, as a top player, of course, Glo has extraordinary insight, but this necklace doesn't look like a piece of equipment - in order to change the topic, his eyes suddenly focused on a small red ball on the necklace, "Ladia, can you show me?" ”

"Give!"

Miss Mage obediently took off her necklace.

【Red Tears】

- Maybe the mermaid Sersa really doesn't understand love, only knows how to blindly give and wait, thinking that if she makes a promise, she will stay together, and she thinks that if she promises, she can grow old together, it turns out that all this is just a joke, but the pain and longing make her fall into it, until she falls deeper and deeper, unable to extricate herself.

Glo took the necklace, and the name of the necklace immediately appeared in front of him, and a long list of accompanying captions - Glo glanced at it, only to see that it was just the expression of some similar emotional problems.

Gro froze his fingers over a few round, glossy beads, and he seemed to have an answer in his mind, and he was about sure that this thing - this necklace was indeed not equipment, but it was not meaningless, and it was most likely that it was an item needed to start or process an adventure mission. In the [Strife] of the previous life, the Arlandia Continent was close to a complete and living world, and every NPC was flesh and blood similar to a real existence, and the entire continent had a large number of adventure missions one after another with the change of time.

Glo had come into contact with some of them, and most of these adventure missions offered good rewards - gear, skill books, a lot of experience and money, and the occasional good faction reputation. Glo stared at the blood-red "pearl" necklace, and he decided to accept the fat merchant's gift.

"A nice gift, sir."

Glo thanked the chubby Flod. He walked up to Miss Mage and hung the necklace from her long, smooth blonde hair. Miss Mage didn't resist, her eyes closed, her long eyelashes fluttering—

"I witnessed the love of a young couple!"

Tears welled up in the corners of Flod's eyes, and he sighed with emotion—Miss Mage's beautiful face was rapidly turning rosy, and the tiny light-colored fluff was clearly visible in the sunlight. Glo looked at Miss Ladia and suddenly became a little confused.

"Sir, ma'am, bless you!"

Froud said loudly, smiling, beckoning to the caravan men behind him, and began to tidy up the wagons and pack the goods. The young man at the head was unaware of this. Froude struck while the iron was hot, and he said to the other young men of the bandit group courteously and politely, "If you like these weapons and equipment, gentlemen, you should choose a few." ”

The caravan's carriage procession was quickly completed, and Floss got into his own seat, and he lifted the curtains on the side wall of the carriage, and with a snickering of joy on his fat face, he whispered to the man in front of him, who raised his whip high, "squeak, squeak," and the wagon's cowhide-wrapped hardwood wheels rolled over the gravel and dusty mountain road, and sped on.

"That's the price of love."

Scott looked at the departing carriage with a slightly ached expression - Glo accepted the fat merchant's gift and thanked him for it. To the bandits' comrades, this was undoubtedly a tacit approval, and the raid was halted. Scott's gaze was withdrawn from the end of his sight, and he looked back at his companions, sighing, as if it was not the carriage that had left, but a large pile of shiny Rael.

"The love of the leader, we should support."

Oliver walked over and patted Scott on the shoulder.

"It's really expensive love."

As a former veteran, Scott is well aware of the value of those weapons and equipment, especially in the chaotic Northlands, which are even more priceless.