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Little Fryman knows exactly what he wants to achieve and what he should do.

He had to make his voice louder, and he had to make himself an important resource in the eyes of some people, only in this way that those who were secretly trying to attack him and the Rose Collar could temporarily stop hunting and killing. In the same way, he couldn't be too strong, or even show the ability of a ring mage in front of these people. There are still a few squadrons of Punishment Knights in the vicinity of this town, and if the devout believers discover that little Fryman is actually a mage, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Galvin may have lived enough, but little Freyman hasn't.

So, he had to be a playboy and he had to be proficient in all kinds of entertainments of high society. Of course, he was not worried about this, he was exiled to Munich by his father, where he had been fooling around with the dwarven nobles and the vassals and elegant humans. There was no progress in his studies, but there was nothing that the little Flemann did not know about the filthy things among the aristocracy.

Then, he must be a playboy with a certain ability. If he doesn't have enough ability, no matter what territory he has, he won't be an important resource in the eyes of others. He had to show that and let those people know that it was worth investing in him, and that when he returned to the Rose Collar, he would be able to give those investors a greater reward. Only in this way can little Fryman quickly build a community of interests around him, instead of being alone as before, chased by those assassins and crawling around.

Of course, he must also be a pious playboy with a certain ability. In this shijie where the Holy See is dominant. No matter how many intelligent races there are. If you can't show enough piety. Then there is no need for assassinations, as long as the Holy See is enough to clean itself up. Sylvester II was not a pope who needed the help of other kingdoms, and his ability to initiate the Decree of Atonement on his own and carry out a campaign against mages and witches throughout Europe speaks volumes.

Now, he had let the adventurers know that he had a lot of information about the ruins. But this is not enough, as he himself said. On top of greed, there will only be more greed. Above those adventurers, there are also more greedy beings who are adventured, and having too much information about the ruins will not only not bring him any benefit, on the contrary, it is likely to put him in prison.

The Inquisition was one such place, where the magistrates, who had always kept themselves in the shadows, would have been happy to knock little Flemann and confide in him all he knew. I am afraid that such a punishment for a monarch needs to be controlled, but for a small lord, and a person who has disappeared for half a year, without any circumstantial evidence to prove. The Inquisition certainly had no reservations. Little Fryman even believed that his words had now left the town of Tosto. It is on its way to Strasbourg, and in a few days, new missionaries will be coming to the Vatican. Missionaries dressed in gray robes with black piping and red tridents embroidered on their cuffs brought terrible blood wherever they went.

So, he needs to take everything back into his own hands before things get out of his control.

The reason why he knew this was because after a day of extremely intense fighting and exploring, he had already remembered who he should be. Or rather, who is the other self who used to keep transmitting all kinds of knowledge in his mind.

His name is Xiao Yan, and he is so in real life. However, Xiao Yan of the reality Shijie should be in a coma, so he stays here now.

To be exact, when a person named Xiao Yan enters a deep sleep state, he will enter this shijie and become little Fryman, and once Xiao Yan wakes up from his sleep, he will forget all this, including the fact that he was once a little Fryman. The current little Fryman is Xiao Yan, but Xiao Yan is not exactly Little Fryman.

And the shijie where little Fleman is may have been a mystery to Xiao Yan before this. However, after seeing the cloth of the "king" and knowing who Galtha and Galvin were, Xiao Yan already had a rough judgment. When he retrieved the Rose Collar in little Fryman's memory yesterday, he was even more convinced that this shijie was not a completely nihilistic illusion, but most likely a huge trial Shijie that the Shijie Tree had built before that.

If this is a trial shijie, then this trial shijie will be more dangerous than the previous encounter. In the previous trial, Xiao Yan controlled himself, and the skills he used were not too restricted. But in this trial shijie, Xiao Yan controls a younger teenager who has not been fully exercised physically, without the skill system of the shijie tree, and without the support of the Shijie tree attribute system, he can only fight and explore in this shijie in a way that conforms to this shijie.

In fact, it is not difficult to leave this shijie, and as little Fryman, there should be no trial tasks that must be completed. Little Fryman is actually a native of the trial Shijie, and can only be regarded as one of the people who will push the whole mission forward. As long as Xiao Yan can wake up from a coma in reality, he will be able to break away from the identity of Little Fleman. Before that, Xiao Yan could only survive as little Fleman.

After all, his thinking has been completely connected with the thinking of this little Fryman, once the little Fryman dies, Xiao Yan's thinking will also be greatly damaged, and it is not impossible to even die in his dream because of this.

In order to solve these problems, in addition to the necessary ring promotion, he must fight alone without any helpers and find a way to forge his own path. Incitement of those tavern adventurers was the first step in all of his jihua.

Unlike little Fryman's jumbled ideas, the bearded dwarf Carpenter was more concerned with two things. Where exactly is the village that the orcs attacked, and what little Fryman said about winemaking.

The dwarf waiting for the back kitchen brought the plate and watched quietly as the brown-haired boy devoured bread and grilled sausages. Carpenter then asked, "Where did those orcs attack?" ”

"It's not a dwarven village, and if you believe me, I can tell you unequivocally that it's best not to get involved in this unless you have to."

Little Fleman elegantly wiped his mouth with his own clothes, looking like he was wiping the corners of his mouth with a white cloth, and looking at the part of his chest that was stained with black oil, Carpenter suddenly felt that his appetite might not be too good today.

The bearded dwarf looked at the entire tavern and whispered, "I'm not going to be involved in all this, but if those orcs are outside, we have a reason to do so." ”

Little Fryman nodded and said, "I know, I know, everyone is in a lot of trouble. ”

Carpenter was silent for a moment, as if he wanted to do something, but the idea was quickly stopped by little Fryman.

"Don't try to leave here, no matter what, there are Knights of Punishment and those clergy stationed here, and once you leave Tosto, the Black Forest outside will likely turn into a cannibalistic hell in an instant."

The bearded dwarf rubbed his face vigorously to relieve the boredom in his heart, and he thought for a moment and asked, "Do you know the purpose of those orcs?" ”

"What else can you do but ruins?"

Answering Carpenter's question simply, little Fleman turned his head to look at the noisy adventurers, watching those large plates of grilled sausages and roasted meat constantly coming up from the back kitchen, and his heart felt a little like a big bowl of wine and a big piece of meat. Thinking of this, he sighed slightly and said, "If there is beer at this time, with the grilled sausage I just ate, it would be perfect." ”

"Beer?" Carpenter frowned and said, "How can something that tastes like vomit compare to ale?" ”

Looking at little Fleman, the bearded dwarf asked a little mockingly, "Is this what you call good wine?" ”

Beer that makes you vomit? Isn't ale a type of beer? How did it turn into two kinds of wine in the Dwarven Tavern

Little Flemann was stunned for a moment and asked, "How do you make beer?" ”

"We don't make those, never."

Carpenter replied proudly, his face a little uncomfortable, and he quickly answered the reason: "The methods of making beer are mastered by those monasteries, and they are never passed on. If it weren't for the arrival of the Knights of Punishment and the Order, Tosto wouldn't have seen any beer. ”

The corners of Little Fryman's mouth curled slightly, and he asked, "What kind of beer did those priests drink?" Stout? Or pale beer? ”

Carpenter was obviously overwhelmed by a question like Little Fryman, he shook his head abruptly and said, "Ha, beer is beer, what else can it be?" We're not interested in the saliva of the superior people. ”

"Saliva from the superior?"

"Listen, they use those leftover breadcrumbs to ferment in the vat and get the beer. I got this news from a companion who worked in a monastery. Come to think of it, those crumbs are all over the saliva of these priests and knights, and even if the beer is fermented, it won't taste much better. ”

Little Fryman rubbed his brow and said, "Okay, okay, I think I know you're feeling sick." That's right, I felt sick when I heard you. But listen, ale is a type of beer, and a really good beer is definitely cleaner and tastier than you might think. On a night like this, I eat a large piece of barbecue and drink a haode beer. ”

After a pause, little Fryman made an exaggerated expression and said, "I can't imagine what kind of happiness it would be." Of course, if there were some bards singing there at this time, oh my God, the paradise you can imagine is here. ”

Although he was a little unimpressed by Fryman's exaggerated performance, Carpenter admitted that he was indeed tempted by the boy's words. If there really is a so-called good beer, maybe it will really make people see heaven.

Although the paradise of the dwarves is not on earth. (To be continued......)