Al coughed violently, which seemed rather abrupt at the scene, causing Mr. Nabullock to turn and look, and at this glance, the smile on his face bloomed, and he straightened his neckline, straightened his waist, and walked towards Al. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was really against the carriage, and the brightly dressed Al was too conspicuous among this group of poor people, and he was not an ordinary person at first glance. And Bullock, who has the idea of "many friends, many paths", doesn't mind taking the time to meet a new friend.

When he first approached, Brock thought to himself that this might be a companion, but he looked a little confused. When he got closer, his originally straight waist suddenly weakened, because he saw the Iron Thorn badge that Al wore on his chest.

You must know that the badge is not worn by everyone, and generally only some big nobles will wear the badge in and out of daily life to show the glory of the family. The average business bank will embroider the brand on the banner when it makes a name for itself, but they will never dare to design a badge for employees to wear on their chests. It was a mouse gnawing on a kitchen knife - a dead end, inevitably being beaten in the alley at night with a sack, in the eyes of everyone this is a pig's nose with an onion - pretending to be an elephant. As for the ordinary petty nobles, they will only wear badges during important seasons, such as New Year's Day, ancestor worship, etc., to show grandeur, and it is quite rude to wear badges indiscriminately in the eyes of nobles. Of course, if a person suddenly goes crazy and carves a badge with a knife and wears it on his chest, no one will do anything to him, but the ridicule and ridicule of the world are always inevitable, thinking that he is shameless and will be looked down upon by everyone.

Therefore, when Bullock walked in front of Al, his head was sweating, his legs were trembling, and he said in his heart: "It's really evil, how can a big nobleman run to such a ghost place where chickens don't lay eggs and birds don't?", and he was a little puzzled in his heart, "Could it be that he was really a fool and carved one with himself, right?"

Brock's stomach was full of ghostly thoughts, and his face was not revealed. His right hand reached out, wanting to shake Al's hand in salute. Who knew that Al was motionless, standing there looking at him indifferently, until he saw another layer of white sweat on Brock's forehead, and he was extremely embarrassed to stand there with his hands half-raised, so he touched it lightly with his white gloves. His behavior made Bullock even more uneasy, and his heart was fifteen buckets of water—seven up and eight down, and he asked cautiously, "This...... Forgive me for being clumsy, I don't know the name of my son?"

Al stood there and did not answer, but the old butler on the side stepped forward to answer on his behalf, "This is the future owner of the entire western realm of the kingdom of St. Teresa, the guardian of the glory of Iron Thorns, the eternal knight of violet bloom, the earthly agent of the gods, the heir of the Edward family, Lord Marquis El Edward. ”

Poor Brock was stunned by the succession of titles, but even though he was only a small slave trader, he still had some insight and could barely discern the meaning of the titles, "The future owner of the West, is he the son of the Lord of the West?" (When Grievous I established the Violet Kingdom and prepared to ascend the throne, a total of more than a dozen nobles attended the ceremony and swore allegiance to the Violet royal family, and Grievous I also generously canonized them, these great nobles were called the eternal knights of Violet bloom by later generations, and they were also anecdotes and anecdotes that have been circulating in the streets and alleys of Shenghui City for a long time), "The earthly agent that the gods paid attention to shows that he has not only been baptized by the Holy Religion, but also blessed by the Holy Religion." "The Edwards are his family names. But the last title completely scared Brock down, Marquis, what kind of concept is this? The biggest nobleman Brock has ever seen is just a viscount, and he still hid in the corner and looked at it from a distance, and now, there is a real Marquis standing in front of him!

Brock stood there demented, digesting the shock of the freshly harvested harvest. Xu was impatient, and Al pointed to the carriage behind him with a civilized stick, but without saying a word, he got into the carriage without looking back.

"Why are you still standing, didn't you see the young master let you into the carriage and reply?, the old butler urged Brock on the side. It was only then that Bullock woke up like from a dream and followed him into the carriage.

There is a lot of space in the car, enough for four or five people to lie sideways in the car and play around. At a glance, Brock saw that in addition to the young master El, there was also a person in the carriage holding a handkerchief covering his mouth and nose, looking at him with a look of disgust.

"You know who I am, and I have something for you to do. Al finally spoke, although his tone was cold and distant, Bullock still breathed a sigh of relief, the pressure on this lord not to speak was too great, which made him suspicious, and he thought that the nobles of Hawley had something to think of Poole.

"It is my pleasure to serve you, and I will never frown even if you tell me to do so, even if I am bankrupt and scatter everything. Brock shouted affectionately, his tone was sincere and emotional, and if he pursued any eldest lady, he would definitely be able to catch it. It's a pity that he is facing El, who is flattering to the blind man, and he has no appreciation.

However, his statement was not in vain, and Al's facial expression softened a little, no longer as cold as he was just now. He recounted his request.

Bullock patted his thigh when he heard this, "You've come to the right place, if you pick a servant, there's no better place than Poole." After finding that Al frowned slightly, he hurriedly added, "Of course, it is impossible to let those goods outside be your servants, those people are dirty and pickled, and pigs and dogs might as well only stain your eyes." Speaking of this, he paused slightly, hung his appetite, and raised his voice again and said, "This is just a stinky ditch outside Poole, completely rotten. In the inner district there is the largest slave market in all of St. Deresa. He repeated, "the largest, where you can definitely buy slaves to your heart's content." ”

Then he introduced Al like a teller showing off his goods: "The young lady who plays the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, the beautiful woman who reads poetry and books, the brave and loyal wrestler, the singer who has the sound of nature, the housekeeper, the mama who is accustomed to training, you can find any kind of slave you want, you can find it there." As he spoke, his voice lowered mysteriously again, and he said with a little obscenity: "I heard that there have been elf slaves before, which has caused a big sensation!"

"Elven slaves!", Al was really shocked this time, there was such a bold guy selling elven slaves, weren't they afraid of causing a second war between elves and humans?

"Yes, elven slave. Brock triumphantly repeated again, "It's the largest slave market in all of Saint Deresa, if you have a pile of gold coins in the Holy Radiance City, then you can enjoy the joy that the Great Emperor may not have!"

"There's heaven!" Brock concluded.

Is it heaven, in a place where the sun doesn't shine, or is it because the city it's in is called, the City of Radiance?

Where the Divine Radiance is, where Heaven is, isn't it?