Name: Ellie Van Zhuo

Age: 8 Birthday: April 1, 1432 in the Imperial Calendar

Blood type: a

Body: 80, Intelligence: 15, Charisma: 15, Self-esteem: 25, Morality: 11, Temperament: 21, Feelings: 21, Thoughtfulness: 10, Popularity: 0, Martial Ability: 40, Magic Ability: 35, Sin: 0

Height: 140

Weight: 38

Bust: 66

Waist circumference: 55

Hips: 68

Trait: Purple nobleman

Xinlos looked at Ellie's attribute bar and grabbed the ball of light in his hand again: "I say, aren't you going to explain something?" ”

"All of them are in accordance with the gambling contract."

Well, what an almighty explanation.

"Let's not talk about this for now, but what's the matter with Ellie's attributes? Why is it that all her attributes are over double digits, especially the body lì, there are 80"

The humanoid tyrannosaurus Bismal is only 19 physique! Sinlos couldn't imagine what it would be like for his innocent and lovely daughter to punch through the walls of the castle.

No, he really couldn't imagine that picture.

"Ellie's attributes are different from everyone else, please let the contractor grasp it himself."

If that's the case, then no problem. As for why Ellie's attributes became like this, and what is going on with the so-called education system, these will take time to answer. If you ask the light ball, you will definitely use a bet to prevaricate the past. Thinking of this, Xinluo lowered his gaze: "You don't need to say this, I have my own measure." ”

"Ellie?" Sinloth suddenly called softly.

"Huh? What's wrong Daddy? The cute little angel blinked and looked at his father.

For this strange education system, as the name suggests, Xinluo already has some thoughts in his heart, but it still needs to be confirmed, he said softly with a faint smile: "I like Ellie the most." ”

"Hee-hee, I also like gentle dad the most."

[Ellie's morality is reduced to 9, and her feelings are increased to 23]

"So, why is Ellie's morality lowered, bastard! It's obviously a very warm father-daughter conversation! Facing the ball of light, Sinloth slammed the table over in the middle.

"You know why."

After reading the letter of introduction in his hand, the tax officer hesitated slightly, but still returned the letter of introduction to the blonde young man in front of him, smiling with a humble face.

The tax officer's face was not very good, but he still tried his best to suppress his anger: "It is indeed a letter of introduction from Lord Baron Desmond, but well, for the sake of that lord, forget it this time." Young man, I think you understand what I mean, I don't want a next time, do you understand? ”

"Thank you for your kindness, I promise there won't be a next time." Claes bowed his head and bowed deeply to the tax officer.

"Well, I hope so, those damned moths," he said, and with a wave of his hand, the tax collector motioned for the stubbornly clad soldiers behind him to let him go.

A smile welled on Claes' face as the soldiers at the intersection reluctantly moved the barricades, and he beckoned to the merchants behind him, who swarmed around him and rushed over the barrier, which was usually hellish for them.

Seeing the oil and water slipping away in front of him, the squad leader of the soldiers was somewhat unhappy, and he asked the tax collector, who also looked ugly, "Lord Almighty, why should we let those guys who should be on the gallows?" The best place for them to stay should be a prison for adults. Let them be locked up inside until they decay with their souls. ”

In fact, the reputation of the merchants has not been very good, because the lords' private checkpoints have made it more difficult for the merchants who have meager profits to maintain, and as a last resort, while walking the streets and alleys, some petty thefts have become very common.

Most of the soldiers are locals, and it is normal to hate these guys with unclean hands and feet, and like to raise prices indiscriminately.

"Do you think I don't want to?" The tax collector looked at the group of departing fellows happily with sharp eyes, and there was a little helplessness on his shrewd and capable face: "But they are all attached to the agent of the Lord of Desmond." Nominally, they were all merchants of Lord Desmond, and if they were moved, it would be at this juncture, and the adults would definitely not want to cause such trouble. ”

"Just bear with it, there will be a chance."

"Hmph, count them lucky."

"My lord, I really helped you a lot today. The miser of North Munster will personally come to the level, this is a little bit of everyone's heart, please be sure to laugh at it. The mercenary-looking merchant took out a small money bag and quietly stuffed it into Claes' palm while no one was around.

Claes weighed the small pouch with his hand, and with that hand, he could accurately estimate how many charming coins there were. Feeling the weight in the money bag, Claes showed a satisfied smile: "Where, it is not easy for everyone to go out. ”

"You're right," the merchant echoed, and spoke again, until Gino, who was beside Claes, showed his impatience and was well-versed in human affairs, and then he thanked him and followed the army. North Munster is a good territory, but this is not the destination of these merchants, and after passing the checkpoints, they still have to move on.

Seeing the back of the merchant in the distance, the beautiful blond man showed a disgusted expression: "Claes, you should know your identity. You're no longer a trader, and when you're away, you're not just you, you're representing Desmond. ”

"You're not wrong at all." Claes looked at the golden lion on the blonde knight's shield, and said with emotion: "But dignity and glory cannot be eaten, and you don't know about Desmond's situation." If Lord Sinloth wants to change this, how easy is it without a large injection of money? ”

"But you can't," Gino knew that Claes was right, and Desmond was poor in the truest sense of the word. But the knight was not reconciled, and he tried to cut out the few words in his chest, trying to refute Claes: "Even Lord Sinloth would not agree to use such a method. ”

"If you say something about an adult, you should understand" Claes, who was always confident, also became a little short of breath at the mention of Xinluos. "Anyway, we didn't pay anything, we just took those merchants through the checkpoint, and we took their carriages for free, so why not?"

"Perhaps." Gino stroked the golden lion on the shield, slightly confused.

Both of them had some worries, and the atmosphere gradually became silent. After a moment of silence, Claes coughed twice and broke the silence first: "It's rare to come to North Munster, and I still need to inquire about something for Lord Sinloth." Gino, let's take a trip. ”

"Oh"

It seems that the taverns of the entire province of Britannia are a pattern, with dirty wooden doors, drunks in twos and threes, vulgarly dressed hostesses, and forceful bartenders.

So, when Gino and Claes pushed open the wooden door of the tavern and saw the bustling crowd in front of them, shouting loudly, they were not surprised. The whole tavern is not very large, and it is even more crowded near dusk. Gino looked around and saw that there really wasn't much to put his feet on, so he walked over to a table of drunkards, one in each hand, and threw the two drunkards out.

The drunken drunkards immediately stood up, and the tavern was eerily quiet at first, but then the idle drinkers began to clamor again. It's also a lot of fun for these idle guys to watch others fight.

But today, they are doomed to disappointment. Gino looked at the few staggering guys with disdain, who couldn't even stand on their feet. He showed the round shield on his shoulder, and the golden lion on the shield stood proudly. The knight said with a threatening voice: "Before I plan to kill you, get out of my sight quickly." ”

"It's a knight."

"It's so young, it's really fake."

"The Golden Lion? Whose family crest is this, why don't you seem to have seen it? ”

Seeing Gino show his family crest, the drunks trembled, as if they had even woken up from the wine industry. They set up their friends, and without even saying a word, they fled in a panic. And the onlookers did not laugh at the cowardice of the drunks, and fighting with the knights would only be regarded as stupid. A qualified knight, even with his bare hands, has no problem dealing with a dozen or so strong men.

"Anyone else has questions?" Gino glanced at the tavern, and the drinkers he saw turned their heads away from him. Seeing the reaction of the drinkers, Gino nodded with satisfaction, and he beckoned to Claes with a wry smile on his face.

"Gino, you're like this, how can I investigate, they will definitely not tell the truth"

"Ah, I'm sorry, Claes." Hearing Claes say this, the blonde-haired young knight was a little embarrassed: "I used to want to come here like today, but I was so excited for a while that I forgot about business." ”

Claes smiled wryly and shook his head silently.

"May I ask the Lord over there, is it Gino Vainbailugu?"

Hearing someone call him by his full name, Gino turned his head with some curiosity. You know, even in Desmond, because he is a wild knight, he rarely mentions his family name. There are only a few people who know his full name. This is true in Desmond, let alone in North Munster. But speaking of which, the voice called him always felt a little familiar.

"It's me." In the dark corner of the tavern, a tall, but haggard, man walked through the crowd and revealed his face.

"It's you, Jeremiah."

"It's been a long time, Gino."

Looking like it was really an old acquaintance, Gino looked very happy, he pulled out his chair and motioned for the man to sit down: "That's true, Jeremia. Speaking of which, how did you make it to North Munster? ”

"It's hard to put into words." The man's eyes were vicissitudes, and although he was just a young man like Gino, he seemed to have experienced countless ups and downs. The man glanced at the lion on Gino's shield, and a hint of envy flashed in his tired eyes: "By the way, Gino, where are you from?" Are you still short of manpower? ”

"Hahahaha, I can't imagine that our Jeremiah finally wants to find the Lord? I don't know who said that I want to be a freelancer who pursues love and truth for the rest of my life? ”

"You remember." Hearing Gino say this, the black-haired man also laughed: "That kind of child's words, now that I think about it, it's really true"

But soon, Jeremia's expression froze, and the smile disappeared in an instant. "People always grow up, Gino, can you introduce me if you can?"

"Ah, that's fine. If it's Jeremia you're talking about."

Jeremiah's eyes flashed with emotion, and he said solemnly: "Then thank you, it's really helpful." ”

"You and my brother, it doesn't have to be like this."

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