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Until he fell asleep in a daze last night, Wren didn't think about what the letter was for, and he slowly fell asleep in the second half of the night.

Wren, who was woken up by the vendor at the bottom of the hotel, knew that this was no longer the time to continue thinking about the letter, and that he had to pack it up as soon as possible, because he had an important task to do today.

Knowing the current boss of Ratchet City, Gazruvi's father, the lord of Goblin Ratchet City, is the work he has to complete today, which is related to the future of the Minotaur's material sales and trade route development.

"Krona, get up!" Wake up the sleeping Krone Rockhoof, Wren and they are out the door.

"When did you say she would come to our Bloodhoof Village?"

"Huh? What the? Who? ”

"Amore!"

"Huh?! Oh, soon, soon! Don't worry! Walking down the stairs, Krone Rockhoof was still thinking about his elven goddess, and Wren was a little helpless.

When they came downstairs, they found that the goblin guard McPomu, who had sent them yesterday, was already sitting at the table downstairs waiting for them.

"Mike, you're so early~" Wren greeted with a smile.

"Just arrived, just arrived, don't worry, I'll show you the way!" McPomu said politely.

Goblin Guard Dividing Line********************

Ratchet City Lord's Mansion, training ground.

"Come on! You wrench warrior! I'm going to blow your ass, you-whoa~~" Gazruvi, who was taunting loudly, received a shield blow from Torretrip, hitting him in the face of his helmet, sending him staggering back a few steps.

Torre Tripp waved the "wrench" and smirked under his tightly fastened helmet. But suddenly, he flew up in the air, and hit the ground with his back heavy, and saw a small green head rushing towards him, and there was no time to parry, Torretripe snorted, pulled his leg to his chest and kicked it out, right in the stomach of Gazruvi, this time it was Gazruvi's turn to fly backwards.

Torre Tripp jumped to his feet quickly, with a clean movement. He lunged at his brother, who was still lying on the ground, and slammed him again and again, until Ghazruvi cried out.

Torre Tripp never thought he would actually hear the phrase - "Surrender, surrender, I surrender!" ”

Torre Tripp used all his strength to retract his moves, but he staggered backwards from the force he lost his balance and staggered back, Ghazruvi lying still, his chest heaving violently.

Torre Tripp suddenly became terrified: "Garu? Garu! ”

A passionate chuckle came from under the black visor: "Well done, you won!" Gazruwe struggled to sit up. Torre Tripp relieved himself and smiled happily at his brother's compliment.

"I think we should train ourselves like this every day in the future, instead of waiting for the coming-of-age ceremony to awaken and be taught by others!"

Torre Tripe was also agreeing with his brother Gazruvi's words - the goblin brothers who had gone out for a walk had just returned, and they had started training without a day of rest, and they wanted to improve and grow, just like their minotaur friends!

Gazruvi is now fourteen years old, and since he came back yesterday, he has discussed with Torre Trip that he will train every day until they reach adulthood and awaken! And he was convinced of the "training technique" he had learned from his minotaur friend Wren Bloodhoof—that pain was part of the training.

Ghazruvi agreed, because it was the pain of leaving home that made him and his cousin decide to train ahead of time - the pain made people better.

He was a little excited at the thought of their minotaur friends, he knew he would see them later, he had already told his father last night that his friend was coming to visit, and it was said that the guard McPomu had gone to pick them up early.

After a while, after washing up again, Gazruvi, who had eaten breakfast, stood on the parapet of the castle and handed half a cup of steaming hot tea to the guard Fack, who was with him.

Such visits were commonplace for Gazruvi, as the leader of Ratchet City, one of the few important members of the elite prince's family, Gazruvi had seen too many people visit his castle, but this time it was a little different that the guest was his—he was a guest of Gazruvi. Our young city lord is full of anticipation.

"See anything?"

"No, young master." Falke replied as he carefully placed the teacup in the tray at the back, "It may be ten o'clock, or eleven o'clock, and twelve o'clock is also polite." If you'd like to see it, you might have to wait. ”

Gazruvi grinned at him, squinting his eyes happily, "I'd love to," he said.

"Why, young master, if you like it." Falk replied slickly, apparently holding back what he wanted to say when he heard Gazruvi's words.

An hour later, Ghazruvi sighed and continued to look at the avenue that had been seen dozens of times. At first it was exciting, but now he's starting to get bored.

He wanted to go back and see what his brother Torre Rip was doing, and if he was dressed in the same beautiful clothes as he was; He wanted to go back and see if his father had arranged the time as he had asked him to do and not be bothered by other things. Farke was right, Wren and Crown might not arrive until twelve. - Gazruvi's eyes lit up, and he slowly lifted his chin from his hand and narrowed his eyes.

"They're coming!" He shouted and pointed into the distance.

Falke immediately came to him and stuck his head out of the battlements, and he nodded.

"Good eyesight, young master! Rick! He shouted, and another soldier quickly straightened up.

"Go and tell the City Lord and Master Torretrip, the Minotaur guests are on their way, and they will be there within an hour."

"Yes, Captain." The young soldier replied with a salute.

"I'm coming! I'm going to tell my father! Gazruvi said as he ran. Rick looked hesitantly at his chief, but Gazruwe had already made up his mind to get the first step.

He rushed down the steps, only to run in a hurry, slipping on his feet and having to skip the last few steps.

Gazruvi rushed across the courtyard, stopping only before rushing into the hall, almost forgetting to calm himself down—steady was what his father demanded of him.

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