"Someone is coming. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info", Al and Aaron glanced at each other, "Lady Vialli, you go and greet the guests." Al and Aaron are still sitting in the grass house, not leaving as before, now the situation is more serious, they dare not leave Little Fett, as for how to explain what they met, Al has his own words.

Viali nodded, and walked out tremblingly, it seemed that the threat she had just suffered still made her feel uneasy, and she couldn't even walk.

Al shook his head, this is not good, he stopped Viali, "Lady Viali, I know you are scared now, but at your age, do you want to live here for the rest of your life? ”

I don't know if it was Al's words that worked, or if the woman was an incredible, strong creature in the first place. Viali's rickety, trembling body slowly straightened up, and although it still swayed like a bamboo pole, there was a kind of tenacity in it, and it seemed that the lady was fine.

After Viali walked out, Al quickly walked up to Little Fit, who was sensible and had already ripped his hair open, revealing a small scalp. Al took out a "potential patch", tore off the patch and pasted it directly on his Baihui acupoint.

Little Fitt shook his head a little uncomfortably, and his little face wrinkled as if he had eaten bitter melon. Al sighed, although this "potential patch" has been improved by him, the effectiveness has been much weaker, but for a child who is not yet ten years old, the feeling of vertigo is still extremely uncomfortable, but Al did not lie before, this "potential patch" can help little Fit develop mental power, help him awaken the elemental perception as soon as possible, just like Al said before, little Fit has the talent to become a mage.

Ordinary children are already crying at this time, but little Fitt is different, he can always endure the return to normal, and endure the dizziness that makes people vomit when talking to people, in this respect, he is much stronger than many adults, perhaps this is the only wealth that poverty brings him.

The children of poor families are in charge of the family early, and this proverb is a universal truth whether it is the earth or this other world.

As soon as it was done, Al quickly returned to his seat and sat upright, while Aaron stood by and pretended to be a squire, when Viali led a man into the grass house.

The person who came was wearing a black dress, but it was not the kind of luxury and dazzling, but the style was simple and simple, and the fabric looked quite ordinary, in short, it looked like a housekeeper from a small family, or an ordinary housekeeper who wanted to accompany the boss to talk about business, turned out the only dress in the family, and inevitably showed a little shabby under the solemnity.

Just like the face of the person who came, the flat face and the pursed lips looked very serious, but unfortunately the hanging feet and the huge protruding nose completely destroyed this seriousness, in short, the facial features looked very awkward.

To describe it in one word, it is "ugly", and it seems completely wrong to compare him to a steward or steward, because no family or business house would hire such an honorable person.

Viali, who walked in, drew a cross on her chest and prayed "God bless", which was a very ordinary act, and there were countless believers like this in the Kingdom of St. Teresa, but Al narrowed his eyes slightly, tensing the muscles of his whole body, like a snow wolf in the west, when he jumped out of the ambush to hunt, he was fully prepared.

Because this is the nickname that Al and Vialli agreed upon, it means that the person who came is the messenger of the mysterious orphanage. As for prayer, it is completely pretended, and who can have true faith in the quagmire of this shantytown?

The messenger's face became even more gloomy when he saw that there were still people in the room, "What's the matter? Why are there still people here?", he questioned Viali, and sure enough, it was a very standard lingua franca, and there was no accent, and even the grammar when he spoke was like a written language.

"Oh, don't be angry, all the guests are here, this gentleman is a big nobleman, he refuses to move, what can I do?", Viali said with a face full of grievances, but the words held both parties high, I have to say that women are really natural actors, Viali, who was scared to death just now, is really not red and heartbeat when she tells lies at this time, and she can't see any flaws.

The messenger glanced at Al and snorted, only to immediately catch his gaze on the measuring instrument in Al's hand.

Al sneered in his heart, "It seems that it really comes from some big force, there is no fear, ordinary people hear that it is a big noble, how dare they show such a sarcasm." He didn't say anything, but fiddled with the stick in his hand.

This stick-shaped gauge is commonly used by mages to test their elemental perception. The block at the bottom of it is actually a small piece of yuanshi, so although this kind of measuring device looks quite light, it is actually a bit heavy to pick up, and the cost is very expensive, and due to the volatile characteristics of yuanshi, this kind of measuring device still has a limit on the number of times it can be used.

Just like a thermometer on the earth, when a person's elemental perception ability is stronger, the more they can use their spiritual power to influence the elements, the higher the red line in the crystal tube will rise, Al once tried, after pasting the "potential patch", he can make the red line rise to two-thirds of the height of the crystal tube, and like Little Fit, let the red line climb to the height of a finger, which almost means that a person has awakened the elemental perception.

At this time, in the hands of Little Fit, the red line in the measuring device was more than a finger at a steady height, and Al was a little relieved: after these few days of development, the little guy's mental power has also improved to a certain extent.

But thinking so, there was a look of surprise on his face, "Okay, what a little genius!", he blurted out, then turned to Vialli and said, "I want this kid." ”

"No!", the messenger was anxious, and hurriedly objected.

"Oh, who are you, dare to say no in front of Uncle Ben?", Al looked at the messenger with a grin, his mouth grinning like a wild beast about to hunt.

Seeing that the smell of gunpowder was getting stronger and stronger, and the two sides seemed to be about to fight, Vialli hurriedly played a round, "Oops." Two uncles, if you have something to say, don't move the liver fire, it doesn't matter if you tear down my grass house, don't scare the children. ”