Mu En looked ahead with dead fish eyes, but inadvertently finished looking at the fat man. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is a fat man, and definitely a fat man who is relatively rich.

The gorgeous clothes cut out of dark red satin cloth were trimmed with silk threads drawn out of gold, and a trace of silk coiled to form a wolf-shaped pattern, which was the ice wolf, which showed that he belonged to the Lannister family.

And only the rich Lannister family likes to do such luxurious boundless things.

This one piece of clothing alone is expensive, and Mu En is speechless. Counting the days when he was dreaming, perhaps except for the unknown aristocratic boy, all the money in the hands of everyone else was not enough to afford this dress. And that's not even counting the eight gemstone rings on his ten fingers, the gold belt around his waist, and the emerald necklace around his neck that shimmered with shimmers.

This is definitely a local tyrant's look!

Through William's memories, Muen really knew this fat man, the head of the Icewolf caravan, and a member of the great Lannister family, Lord Ned Lanceros.

In this dream world, the wilderness is full of a large number of monsters, the traffic situation is extremely poor, and the caravans that wander everywhere and communicate with each other are very popular with everyone, of course, the reason why the merchants can run back and forth from home is naturally the extremely considerable benefits.

Just two days ago, the Icewolf caravan came to the town to start selling goods, but they didn't know that they had caught up with the black-armored warriors attacking the town.

However, although the Lannister family is only a big nobleman in the city-state of Solo, their caravans pass through more than a dozen surrounding countries, and their power and influence are definitely not small, and now these black armors are actually chasing and killing without any scruples?!

With Ned's stature, he was clearly not a man who liked to exercise, his steps were chaotic and hurried, and he looked back in horror from time to time, as if something terrible was chasing after him. He didn't look at Muen much, and it was clear that the dead weren't worth his distraction.

Just as he was about to leave the street, he stopped abruptly, and looked around, the stables, the dead, the burned houses, it was quiet. The color of struggle appeared on his face, and then he walked quickly towards Mu En, and at that moment, the hairs on Mu En's whole body stood up.

(Discovered, discovered, discovered!) ）

Mu En thought so in his heart, the muscles under his clothes had begun to tense quietly, but in the end he still didn't move, and the moment the fat man approached Mu En's side, he suddenly lowered his body, and under the manger, he didn't know what he was doing, and then he ran away in a hurry.

When this fat man completely left Mu En's sight, he unconsciously raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead.

(I'm scared to death, but luckily my heart is fine, otherwise, I would have had a heart attack.) that dead fat man...... ）

Mu En, who had been extremely tense in his nerves, was now extremely relaxed, but suddenly, a rapid scream swept over his head, and the sound of 'bang!' pierced the ground behind him, and Mu En could clearly feel that his messy hair was automatically split into two pieces, and the sound of the wind blowing his scalp was tinge with a slight pain.

At this moment, the Grim Reaper was so close to him.

Even so, he didn't even have the courage to look back, his body, which was tense one second, collapsed to the manger in the next moment, his breathing slowly slowed to almost disappear, and his breath was little by little put away by his efforts, he imagined that he was a dead man.

At this moment, Mu En almost perfectly showed his skill of playing dead, better than ever.

The roars, the roars, the clashing of weapons, the splattering sparks on the blades, the cracked ground from the weapons hit, and the flying dust all showed the fierceness of the battle.

Mu En didn't dare to turn his eyes to watch at all, not even to look secretly, these people were far from being comparable to the fat man just now, maybe even his gaze might provoke their perception.

However, from the sound and the corner of his eye, he also understood some information, and the two sides of the battle should be six people. There are four people on one side, dressed in black armor, which naturally belong to the side that conquers the town, and two people on the other side, whose clothes are very messy and capable, and belong to the attire of adventurers.

There is no such fighting spirit and light as in the novel, but there is great power between their moves and styles, one attack and one defense, weapons collide, sparks fly, stop and turn, the earth cracks, dust flies, and their speed is also extremely fast, there is a mercenary wielding two long knives in both hands, as if wrapping himself in a cloud of silver light.

Mu En has very little understanding of these professions, obviously, these people have crossed the hurdle of the profession, and after passing that hurdle, they will become first-order warriors, it seems that there are second-order, third-order or something, as for the specifics, he doesn't know, and even he can't even figure out what level these professionals belong to, what kind of profession they are, and what strength they have.

However, it was obvious that the two mercenaries were fighting and retreating, and the direction in which they retreated was the direction in which the fat man left just now.

Whether they noticed or not, they left anyway, after demolishing a house and leaving a few holes in the ground that cracked like spider webs.

Mu En hasn't moved for a long time, it's not that he doesn't want to move, but his legs and feet are weak and he can't move. In all the worlds of his dreams, he has seen professionals and martial artists, but there is no one who fights for his life like now.

While Mu En envied their strength, he was also extremely afraid, as long as one of them came to him just now, his dream would end in death.

(Their strength, speed and fighting skills are really quite terrifying, if only I had their strength, who wouldn't want to be a superman, but unfortunately, I have some training methods for professional apprentices, but without potions, I can't cross that resistance!)

But what was that dead fat man doing under the manger just now???)

Muen suddenly thought of something, and then bent down to rummage under the manger, and when he got up again, he already had a small box in his hand.

The pale yellow wooden box, about the size of an adult's palm, has a warm surface that seems to be coated with a layer of fluorescent paint, and with only exquisite workmanship and materials, this is not something used by ordinary people. On the bevel of the box, the wooden bevel is concave with something that seems to be grainy.

This texture made Mu En a little familiar, and he unconsciously stared at this inclined plane, becoming more and more focused, and his concentration seemed to be trapped. Suddenly, he seemed to understand, isn't this just the engraved Tunguska sentence?

"Alaska's, Devil Cassie, one time. (In the moonlight, I caressed her face, so beautiful!)

Mu En said this sentence in a trance, and with his words, the words on the box flashed like a streamer as if they came to life, 'click', and with a crisp sound, the delicate little lock on the box suddenly opened automatically.

(What's the situation, why did I pronounce this sentence?)

God knows, Mu En really didn't want to read it, but it seemed a little involuntary at the time. Somewhat frightened, he threw the box on the ground, only to pick it up again. Anyway, it was just a box, and when the box was opened, Mu En was even more stunned.

The box was already small, and the interior space was even smaller, but at this time, it was neatly divided into eight smaller spaces, and inside the spaces were eight thumb-sized bottles.

Mu En felt that today's experience was really a little exciting, but he didn't expect that it was even more exciting here, he stretched out two fingers and took out a small bottle, the round bottle contained about half a bottle of dark red potion, viscous as if blood.

In fact, this is the essence of blood.

(Potions, potions!)

The surprise and joy in Mu En's heart were indescribable, and he quickly took the bottle in front of him, and carefully recognized the handwriting on the note attached to the bottle by the light of the fire burning in the distance:

'The Potion of Inspiration - The Great Acton Rig Production. Motto: The greatest luck in your life is to get what you have in your hands and make good use of it. ’

Then he quickly identified several other potions. 'Constitution Repair Potion', 'Acton Perception Potion', 'Carrise's Cardiac Resuscitation Potion'. Eight bottles, four potions, one with two bottles. They were made by the great Acton Rig.

If in this dream world, Mu En is most interested in language, culture, history or anything, those are useless things, what he is most interested in is that kind of extraordinary power.

Yes, although he had not seen some powers beyond his knowledge, the great strength of the professionals, the terrifying speed, the unimaginable reflexes, and some terrifying fighting skills were what Mu En was most interested in. The main thing is that these professionals used to be weak and ordinary people, and after training, they can have a strength far beyond ordinary people.

This knowledge that makes him stronger is what Mu En is interested in.

However, due to some rules of dreams, Mu En's information collection of professionals is actually extremely scattered, and most of them are many kinds of unconscious mentions, and the impression formed in his mind is that even if he has experienced the most basic wanderer training, it is nothing, and he only knows some superficial training methods.

It wasn't until he dreamed of being an unknown aristocratic boy and received training as a professional knight that he formed a part of the systematic cognition in his mind. Of course, due to the age and personal interest of the aristocratic youth, the training received is the most basic part.

However, it was only from that time that he learned what potions were and how important they were to professionals.

Not to mention, for professional apprentices who are about to change careers, a bottle of 'Heart's Inspiration Potion' is enough to drive them crazy......