"Thank you for the rescue. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Uriel thanked him, and now he remembered the movements of those undead before, and he was afraid for a while, not that he was afraid of death, but what if he died, what should the people of Europa do? Even if other countries do not invade, they will fall into the hands of the World Federation and become a complete puppet.

"No thanks, I'm charged. The white-haired young man suddenly stretched out his hand and demanded payment, and in an instant, the image of a master in Uriel's mind was ruined.

"Uh..... Good. Although he was a little shocked, there was nothing wrong with the other party's behavior, in such an era when there was almost no sense of morality, could you really expect gratuitous moral assistance? Uriel directly took a bag of gold coins from his waist and handed it to the white-haired youth.

Ding ding, the white-haired young man put the money bag in his ear and shook it, then opened it again and looked at it, and then showed an expression of eating honey: "I didn't expect that the people I saved were all rich people, don't regret it, you have already handed over the money to me, it belongs to me." After carefully putting the money bag in his pocket, the white-haired young man looked stingy.

Uriel only laughed dryly twice, and then said, "I, Uriel, have not fallen to the point of rebellion, and since I have given you something, I will never regret it." Now, Warrior, tell me your name. So I know who saved my life. "Although if they were really attacked by the undead just now, Uriel's force would be enough to defeat them, but if the matter is so big that even the people of Sintia know his identity, then everything is over, and the white-haired young man has saved not only him, but also his country.

"Siliver, Tolgan. Silifer didn't care about his name and origin, but Uriel was shocked to hear who he was.

"You're the Silver Swordmaster of Tolgaon? I'm Grace Baca Julius Bonaparte Uriel, and I've been listening to your legends since I was a child. "When a young man in his 20s says to another young man in his 20s that he grew up listening to his story, the picture is indeed a little wonderful, but although Siliver's appearance is a young man in his 20s, his real age is more than 100 years old, and it is said that his appearance can remain young because of a contract with a certain goddess.

"It's all not a big deal, King of Europa, it's better to keep a low profile in Cyntia, there's more to it than you think, and here's my advice to you, goodbye. With that, Silivers hurried away.

"Thank you for your advice, I will remember it, and I hope we will meet again in the future. Uriel bowed respectfully to the departing figure of Syliver, the deeds of this Silver Sword Saint can be said to have edified the growth of their generation, even the king of a country is not exempt.

Even the guards, who were hostile to Sylifer at first, humbly bent down after hearing Silliver's name, and then looked at Silivor with infinite longing.

"The real Silliver is really different from the legend, it can only be said that it originates from reality but is higher than reality. Uriel sighed, he never thought that Silifer would ask for payment from the helped, after all, how could a Silver Sword Saint be less than this little money? It should be some kind of strange rule of his? After all, many strong people have their own paranoid quirks.

Walking back to the street, it was still a scene of 'crowds of people', and it was not affected at all by the small episode he caused, although all the belongings on his body were given to Siliver, but even if he didn't buy some knowledge, it was okay.

After nearly an hour of shopping in the night market, Uriel found a strange phenomenon, such as Uriel's previous mistakes, even if the goods are not satisfied with the buyer, the buyer can not be angry, just put the goods back in the original place, and for example, two buyers at the same time see a certain product, then the later buyer can only wait for the first buyer to decide before he can speak, and there are many similar rules, and through observation, Uriel also understands a lot of the doorways.

More than a dozen gold coins not only made him acquainted with the famous Silver Swordmaster, but also taught him the doorway of the night market, and the optimistic Uriel thought it was a very good deal, and Uriel continued his aimless tour with the joy of learning new knowledge.

At this moment, an exclamation of people came from somewhere in the quiet night market of the undead, and Uriel noticed that many adventurers were gathering there, so he subconsciously followed suit.

"Oh, Brother Ville, how's the harvest?" Francis and the others, who were watching, noticed Uriel and walked over to greet him.

"Hehe, it's not bad, it's not bad. Uriel said perfunctorily, as his guide, he brought himself to this place and left it alone, he almost made a big mistake because of the doorway here, no matter what, Uriel has no good impression of this Francis.

Feeling the change in Uriel's tone from before, Francis thought of something, and then said with a smile: "It seems that Brother Weir has also paid the tuition, you can't blame me, this is an unspoken rule in our adventurer circle, pie that has not fallen from the sky, I took you into this wonderful place, and then it is none of my business whether it is your harvest or danger, I can't be blushing as much as you get, and I can't warn you in advance if you encounter danger." ”

"Yes, if it weren't for the help of a nobleman, I would have died here, and if you can't tell me it's dangerous, why do you tell me it's harmless? and say it's not much different from the daytime market? Uriel said coldly, and after speaking, he walked away from Francis and the others and walked to the other side of the booth where the onlookers were watching.

Silenced in the mood of being pitted, Uriel began to pay attention to the wonder of the stall, the stall owner was a death knight in severely weathered armor, washed over and over again by the river of time, and there was no other information on the armor, and there was no other goods on the stall, only a strange crystal ball.

"If you don't say it, you name it, and you have to say it. But it would be a miracle if you could say my name in words. So what exactly is my name?" the soul fire in the Death Knight's eyes jumped, and when the words were over, he calmed down again.

The buyer's face was wrinkled, and he quickly turned his small brain, in order not to let the opportunity in front of him slip away, he can be said to have plucked up twelve points, but the riddle is not to be solved by encouragement, but to think about the brain, most of these adventurers who have lived in the wild all the year round are those with developed limbs and simple minds, so the mortality rate when breaking into ruins or ancient tombs is very high, and these reasons are simply that adventurers are difficult by this riddle.