"It's something, but it's only two more cities than Nikanros." Vicilico interjected deliberately, inadvertently complimenting her hometown.

"Nikanlos? You're from the Bloodless Realm? Jett's eyes widened suddenly, and he asked the group.

Draenor glanced at Vekirico, and that's how it came about.

"Yes, you should have guessed when we talked about Vlactu earlier, so don't pretend to be surprised. Instead of that, let's get your business done together. Draenor nodded, prevaricating with a few words, then turned and walked towards the corner.

Seeing that everyone was about to leave, the old coachman hurriedly dropped the goods in his hand, trotted to Jet's side and gave his final instructions: "After entering the bazaar, walk two hundred meters west along Mikhail Road, where is the registration hall of the Knights of Nagseus." Please give me my name when you get there, Leif. Huffman, I hope to keep an eye out, ma'am. ”

"Thank you for the reminder......"

Jay nodded and replied to the coachman, watching the other man leave with a strange look. The old man didn't talk much along the way, and every time he rarely spoke, he only spit out a word or two, what made him suddenly run so respectfully to offer his courtesy?

However, it's not a bad thing to meet warm-hearted people. Jett simply walked to the street sign at the corner of the street and stopped the group of people who were going to walk blindly through the streets.

"Where to go? The street signs are here! ”

Vickily turned around first, grabbed Draenor by the corner of his coat and dragged him to Jett's side.

"I was looking for this, where do I go next?"

"Here, along Mikhail Road, walk 200 meters west to the registration hall, the driver just told me."

Draenor almost had to look up to see the full picture of the sign, which was almost full of wooden planks, each pointing in a unique direction, and at first glance it was thought to be some kind of artificial pine tree or other artwork, no wonder he hadn't noticed it before!

"Mikhail...... Why does this name sound so familiar? Cooper raised a frown and looked at the words on the sign, as if it reminded him of some old man.

"I'll save the story for later." Delaenor patted Cooper on the head and led the group to follow Jet's pace, he was already hallucinating with hunger, and it seemed so difficult to say a word.

Mikhail Road is a downward slope that is not too steep, but at least saves some energy. The brick road was flanked by dispensable luxury stores, and the fat proprietress stood at the door of the jewelry store in a flamboyant black down hat and stockings that were about to be propped up, scanning the rich people passing by.

Draenor quietly shifted to the other side of the road, his instincts telling him that it was best to stay away from the woman.

"Red opal? It's really rare, where did you get it? ”

By the time she reacted, Vicky had already leaned at the window of the store, looking at the red gem that was worn around the model's neck. Draenor immediately stepped forward to pull her back, but was blocked by a swarthy figure. When I looked down, it was the horrible proprietress who looked down.

"What a coincidence, sir, I was looking for a suitable person to sell this necklace. To tell you the truth, this red opal is really a bit rare, I specially left it to wait to meet someone who is destined, this is not, just stand in front of me! Your daughter's skin is as smooth and white as snow, and this necklace is sure to suit her! ”

The proprietress stroked her blonde curls and forced an unnatural smile, her apple muscles wrapped in fat almost cracking her eyes into two cracks. These words made Draenor very uncomfortable, he felt like a money bag with long legs in the eyes of the other party, and he almost stretched out his red nail palm and pulled the gold coin out of his coat pocket.

"We still have something to do, and besides, she's not my daughter......"

"Lovers!" The proprietress ignored Draenor's refusal, and instead stepped closer together.

"Fiancée! Mistress! Slave! All in all she was a beautiful little girl, and this chain was very rare, and it was perfect to wear around her neck...... Only 500 deli...... Two hundred! If you don't buy it, she will definitely blame you for the rest of your life! ”

Facing the boss's step-by-step pressing, Draenor didn't feel embarrassed, and he would be condemned for buying and selling in front of everyone, so he could push away the fat woman and turn away.

At this moment, Vicilico walked over, put her hand on the shoulder of the proprietress and almost carried her to the side.

"It's better to say it's not rare than rare, right? Even if you hollow out the whole of Abel, you will never see a red opal, because this thing itself is fake! ”

The proprietress was momentarily speechless, and before she could refute, she was surrounded by customers who ran out of the store.

"Let's go!" Draenor rolled his eyes and gently pushed Vikirico behind him, avoiding the gazes of those around him and chasing Jett's back. Sometimes he thinks that Vickyly is just as troublesome as his daughter.

After about fifteen minutes of walking, a different building finally appeared in front of me. The rough stone bricks were already cracking, the striped spiral columns supported the leaky slate canopy, and the arched stone gate with the shield coat of arms isolated the interior from the outside world, out of place with the ostentatious street in front of it.

"Knights' registration hall ......," Draenor muttered with a wry smile, which was almost the same as a stable, except for the high staircase in front of the door.

Jett was silent, and it seemed that even she was a little disappointed by the building in front of her. She shook her head inconspicuously and led the group into the hall.

The interior looks decent, with patterned tiles reflecting the glow of crystal candles, and it's not hard to see that it was waxed not long ago.

Draenor walked past the rows of benches in front of him to the counter separated by an iron bar, the staff member across from him covering most of his face with a topper, and saw the oncoming customer closing the only window on the counter where he could interact with items.

"What does this mean? It's not time to leave work yet, is it? Jett tilted his head in confusion.

"Row number." A young woman's voice came from the other side of the window.

"......" Draenor suddenly noticed the whispered complaints of the people around him, so he had to take Jeanne back a few steps.

The woman pointed behind everyone, and said to Jett impatiently: "Go to the counter at the door to get the nameplate, and wait for the number to be called before coming to the window to handle business." ”

"It's easy to do, just go one more time." Jett shrugged her shoulders and turned back to the counter, where the staff didn't say a word before handing her a nameplate engraved with the words Licos.

"No. 142...... When will I be called? She asked the man in the window.

"Lean your right hand on the last row of chairs at the door, sit there and wait, come in order."

Draenor looked at the benches full of people in the three or four rows, and according to the estimate that it would take five minutes for a person, it would be at least two or three hours before Jet's turn came!

“…… Why don't you go out and rest for a while, and be careful not to run too far, just leave me alone here. ”

Even Jett himself felt a little embarrassed, and Draenor didn't intend to be polite any longer, so he nodded, and turned away from the boring and oppressive environment with the hungry crowd.