Al grabbed a handful of gold coins from his arms and threw them out overwhelmingly, after the blessing of Al's power and the secret weapon throwing technique of the boy camp, a lethal force that exploded in the air, Jerry was reluctant to open the magic equipment to block, but this was Al specially selected for traveling and practicing hard as a mage in the early stage of life-saving ability, and the accuracy was extremely accurate. If Jerry hadn't relied on his high level, he would have eaten a few pieces sooner.

Jerry also got serious, and a dodge put his hands together to gather a cloud of light, which was extremely bright in the night, and the light flashed one after another, sending out one arcane missile after another.

Jerry, as a person from the good camp, just doesn't want to lose to a teenager, so he just teaches Al a lesson with the lowest level of spells. But Al was originally going to give him a good bedridden and turn his attention away from the room to himself.

But now that there are so many onlookers, Al's goal has been achieved, and with a turn of his mind, he threw a dozen gold coins to trigger the explosion of the arcane missile in advance, and he stood in front of the crowd with a look of fear of spells.

"Jerry, you can't beat even a child" "Are you old" The crowd laughed

"Hmph!boy!I'm not going to bully too much!Come on!You're trying to make me lose such a big face?!!" Jerry was annoyed.

"Come on, boy, I'll bet you ten gold coins!" "Give this guy a good look!" these Justice League evil jokes from all over the world.

Al squinted at the crowd, it was enough to kick Jerry out of his room and prove himself as a bounty hunter, it was too stupid to make any more superfluous moves, and turned back to the room.

Jerry has been in the mysterious world for more than ten years, and he will not entangle a child, and go back to drink in a huff.

Al returned to the room, covered in a nervous cold sweat behind his back. At first, he looked at his shadow in fear.

"Who are you?" "Who the hell are you?"

But the shadow did not respond. No matter how much Al explores, perception doesn't find anything. But the fear before was so memorable.

Al, who couldn't calm down for a long time, took a deep breath and beckoned to the metal glasses, wanting to use magic tricks to take them down. However, the metal glasses did not move. As soon as the spell touched the thin metal glasses, it dissipated, and Al changed the hand of a first-level spell mage and the grip of the spirit, but it was useless, and then poor Al panicked again.

What the hell are those metallic mechanical claws and these glasses?

Why did he provoke these mysterious guys?

Is this kind of existence that easily breaks through space also for his bloodline?

Al, who had finally calmed down, finally wanted to figure out what the guy was giving him, so he climbed into the house and took off his glasses.

These metal glasses look very thin and light, and the style is different from what is popular in this world, and I don't know what material it is, full of texture. Al held his hands from a distance and looked at the lens carefully, and in an instant, countless messages rushed into Al's mind, and outsiders seemed to Al holding the scroll and standing there with his eyes blank.

"Bang bang bang!" "Boy, come out!" Jerry shouted drunkenly outside the door.

The knock on the door pulled Al's thoughts back violently, as if the soul that had gone elsewhere was also pulled back, and his whole body was a shiver of exhaustion.

After waking up, Al first looked at the glasses in his hand in disbelief, and then was awakened by a knock on the door, and hurriedly stuffed the metal glasses into his sleeve in a panic.

As an excellent Auret, he took a deep breath, endured the fear in his heart, and made an indifferent and impatient expression before opening the door. If Jerry hadn't been drunk, Al's unnaturally shaky arms could still be spotted.

"Boy, let's go! Come in with me for a drink or two. Jerry took Al's hand and couldn't refuse, Al was afraid that the things on his body would be noticed, and he didn't dare to struggle hard, suppressing the anxiety in his heart, and was dragged to the hall.

"Hey, look who's coming!Bounty boy who makes the arcane warriors deflated!Tyrant who uses gold coins as a secret weapon!" A few proud big men toasted with a few bearded dwarves, if it weren't for this moment, Al would have been willing to communicate with the bard's mouth of the dwarves who lived in stone.

All of a sudden, Al became the attention of the entire hall, and Al indifferently shook off Jerry's hand.

"Boy, in terms of kung fu, I admit that you are not your opponent at your age, and now you are a bit of a bully. ”

"Let's drink, then!" a bearded dwarf snapped. "No matter how big or small!

"Cheers!" a man stuffed a glass of fine ale into Al's hand and toasted with the lively people in the hall!

Although Jerry was aggressive and raised a glass to him defiantly, it was just that.

Al Mian drank a large glass of ale in one gulp without changing his color.

"Okay, good boy, with the boldness of our dwarves! Come, let's have a drink!"

The dwarf was obviously a friend of Jerry's, and wanted to get drunk with alcohol to vent his anger on his friend, so he brought a second glass, which was almost as big as his head, that is, the city lord's mansion was served in unlimited quantities.

Al's brain suddenly came to life, isn't this the most effective way for Li Qing to contact NPCs, Matilda's mouth?

Although he has a way to escape from the City Lord's Mansion, according to the news, it is safe to stay in the City Lord's Mansion now. Let's run again when you have the right opportunity to do so later.

Al deliberately glanced at the dwarf with disdain, indicating that he saw his thoughts, and drained another large glass of ale in one gulp.

"Now it's your turn. ”

"Hahaha, Kemp, drink quickly, isn't it claimed to be the best drinker?"

Annoyed by Al's eyes, the dwarf Kemp picked up a glass of ale and poured it, "I can still take advantage of a child." ”

"Then let's have another drink. Al tastefully picked up another large glass and drained it, and Kemp's face turned bitter.

"You little guy, how can you drink like this!"

"This dwarf is cowardly! See if he dares to brag about his alcohol consumption in the future!" "Hahaha"

Annoyed, Camp picked up another big cup: "My fire tomahawk will be afraid of a little hairy child?!"

The above camp insisted on showing Al the power of the dwarven number one warrior, and after drinking a drink, he forced Al to have another drink.

Al Yi, a young man's acting skills that do not admit defeat, you have a drink with me, I will also have a drink with you, and the hall will become a lone show for the two.

"Come again, get up, the first dwarven warrior!" a drunken Al shook as he grabbed the hem of Kemp's clothes.

At this moment, a long, sharp howl came from the sky.

"It's Wilder of the Sky Ring, those cultists are out on the move. A middle-aged man dressed as a druid stood up from the corner.

Everyone also put down what they were doing when they heard the sound and rushed out. They even brought their own equipment with them to eat, and none of them forgot the purpose of their visit.