"It's impossible!" Blaney reluctantly took his eyes off the red metal token on the ground, "Who would have so many magic crystals, five hundred, and there are not so many magic crystals in this wilderness." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"I heard that a red book appeared in the wilderness, did you know?" said the man inside the cloak.

"Haven't heard of it!" Blaney shook his head.

"Then I have to exchange her. The man in the cloak snapped his fingers, and the servant who followed him handed over a burning cigar.

Angela, the elf, hurriedly shrank behind Blaney, not daring to look at the man who was swallowing the clouds.

"I'm not her master. ”

"I believe that you only have one day, and now there are many people who want this pass. Go back and come over with her deed of sale, I'm sure you have a solution. The man inside the cloak waved his hand, and the servant behind him sent the two women out of the black fortress.

Just after the two women left, the servant behind the man couldn't help but ask, "Honorable master, is that goblin slave worth a pass?"

"No, you're wrong, that woman isn't worth it, but that dress on her is definitely an artifact. The woman standing in front of me had used camouflage, but it was all in vain in front of me. The man inside the cloak said proudly.

"That is, in the presence of the true eye of the great master, all pretense is a show-off, a useless show-off. The servant knelt on the ground and said.

"Yes, everything in front of the True Eye will be restored to its original form, and the tattered clothes on the slave girl are actually a piece of equipment made of Mithril, and it is inlaid with a large number of magic crystals. I had never heard of such an artifact in Celtiana, could it be an artifact left behind by the elves. The man inside the cloak fell into deep thought.

The adventurer squads in Whitestone had all returned in vain, and by the time Mowglitte returned to the Mermaid Tavern, the other two groups had already returned.

"There's no way, I've inquired in the Blacksmith Guild, this time the martial law is very strict, the number of passes in the entire Frost-Free City is very small, and there are only nine in circulation on the black market. Mowglitte said.

"I have a little bit of news from my side, but the other party's price is ridiculously high. Miki was a little proud, but Morwriet was compared to him this time, "They don't want gold moore, they just want magic crystals." ”

"How many magic crystals do they want?" Blaney asked, frowning.

"A thousand, a thousand magic crystals!" Miki secretly doubled the number of magic crystals.

"What, we're in the dueling arena, and they're only asking for five hundred magic crystals. Blaney exclaimed.

"They just open so much, maybe they can bargain. Miki's little face flushed.

"I'm tired, I'll talk about it tomorrow. Mowglitte complained, and he re-ordered a room at the Mermaid Tavern and stayed straight in.

Blaney glanced meaningfully at the goblin beside him, and returned to his room thoughtfully.

"Shouldn't you go back to the next room?" Mowglitte glanced at the goblins who had followed.

"Isn't a slave girl supposed to be a master?" Angela smiled shallowly, laughing so hard that Morgaret couldn't help but think, is the life of a blessed land of sex coming, and in an instant the gray dwarf regretted that he should have come to the Mermaid Tavern a long time ago.

Angela unusually obediently called hot water and hot tea, and Mowglitte freshened up and drank a cup of tea. Ready to rest. At this time, the goblin became squirming and pinching.

"Master, don't give Angela away, don't. The goblin knelt on the cold floor with a loud voice, and the tears fell down like pearls with broken threads.

"What's the matter, I don't understand, who's going to give you away?" Mowglitte looked confused, confused by the change in front of her.

"The owner of the Frostless City Duel Arena said that if you give me to him, you will get a pass. Angela held back her tears and sobbed.

"Did Blaney say I was going to give you to him?" Morgritte's face changed.

"No, she said my master was not her. "The elf on his knees was pulled up by Mowglitra.

"This is Frost-Free City, no one can force others to do what they don't want, you are mine, no one can take it away. Morgaret dragged the goblin into her arms, "You're all mistaken, that man wants this artifact on you." ”

With a slight press of her right hand on Angela's flat lower abdomen, the rage of Morgarit's body on the goblin faded away from the dust on her face and became dazzling. Mowglitte gently removed His Majesty's crown from the elf's head, and the Mithril robe squirmed, and mercury swept over Angela's delicate body, and finally gathered in the two most secret places, transforming into the temptation of the goddess.

The right hand of the gray dwarf will wander over the undulating hills, and will climb over one warm mountain peak like a steed, and then climb to another. The fury that Morkriet had gathered over the past few days was like a powder keg, the fuse had been lit and was about to explode.

Angela, the elf, had been in terror for the day, and she had suspected that her fate was about to change, because Blaney was the lord of Whitestone, and Morgaret was just a small baron. Perhaps the grey dwarves will choose to give themselves away, as it is normal for nobles to give slaves to each other.

The fairy writhed her white body mercilessly, and Mithril automatically parted in the blacksmith's hand. Angela had no secrets for Mowglitte, like a Mithril weapon beneath the hammer, freely changing shape at the whim of its owner.

Tuk tuk, there was a quick knock on the door outside the door, which shocked the two people who were selfless into a cold sweat.

"Who?" Mowglitte asked, gasping.

"Blaney, Morgriete, I have something important to discuss with you!" the lord's voice rang out outside the door.

"I'm tired today, let's talk about it tomorrow. "Mowglitte was about to go crazy, and when the lord came over to talk about something important, the gray dwarf thought she must have done it on purpose.

"No, it's important. It is related to the safety of the entire town of White Stone. Morgriet got up from her bed, topless, and opened the wooden door to her room.

"Come to my room. The lord of White Rock Town glanced at the room, and said in an unquestionable, commanding tone.

"Okay, you wait for me for a while. Morgaret approved a thick blanket and followed the lord into another room.

On Morgritte's bed, Angela shrunk under the quilt and didn't dare to move.