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"It hurts, it hurts!, but I'm also a person who has been on the battlefield. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" said without a word, the young man had lifted his legs, turned over with the help of a turn, and his body spun in the air for a circle, as beautiful and light as a smart swallow, and the landing was even more silent, and the man had stood elegantly behind Royer. "It's really ruthless, and my jaw almost dislocated. ”

"Hmm...... I'm sorry, no, I can't help it, who told you to ...... all of a sudden" Roye also got up, but his expression became writhing. "Thank you", compared to "I'm sorry", this is what Royer really wants to say to the youth in his heart.

- Thank you, me, for not feeling alone anymore.

"But then again, I finally understand why even our best soldiers in Northwater can't stop you. The young man raised his arms, closed his eyes, and nodded slowly, "This kind of strength and speed, even I ...... Well, although I don't want to admit it, but Loye, you ...... It's stronger than my Viscount Evan Newst of the Northwater Empire!" His eyes glowed sharply, and Newster threw out his left arm with a "swish", pointing his fingers straight ahead.

There was no Loyer there, and the girl had already disappeared into the night of the city of Sunset with her agile steps, along with the huge bag. And Newster's deliberately amplified voice just now attracted the attention of almost everyone around him.

"Royer, ahh

......

That grown-in is still just as clumsy.

Hiding the smile in his heart, Royer's heart throbbed. The body is a little hot, the mind is a little trance, trying to keep himself normal, but walking is like stepping on cotton.

Maybe...... I...... To that person......

"Ding. A crisp voice suddenly sounded from the deepest part of Loye's heart, interrupting all the thoughts of the innocent girl. Echo, out of nowhere, echo, somehow rings. That is, it does not seem to come from the outside world, but really ripples from the heart. Everything around it seemed to be still, only it reverberate.

The girl who stopped moving forward was completely intoxicated.

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Many times, people's understanding of a complete stranger comes almost exclusively from the way he dresses. And as I expected, as I stepped into the tavern, as soon as my eyes got used to the lights that were much harsher than outside, I immediately felt a look of emotion and emotion. Or jealous, or surprised. It's an honest bunch, but no matter what, everyone's eyes are on me, except for one person. A man who sits alone in the corner of this not wide space. In fact, he had his back to me.

I walked straight to the bar, and perhaps intimidated by the smell of money from the jewels, the people who were standing in my direction took an unnatural step back - carving a path in the middle of the bar. Nodding with satisfaction, not caring about the drunkards whose eyes were red from the effects of alcohol or out of greed, I strode forward, as the boy had said, and the so-called nouveau riche aura was unmistakable. Vijay, a young man with short crisp hair and plain leather armor and an incongruous silver chain mail, followed me closely, looking around vigilantly, but with no emotion on his face. After all, at this moment, he is only playing the role of my bodyguard, and he is obviously much more competent than the child who needed me, the person who should have been protected, two years ago.

The young man, who has grown rapidly in knowledge and experience, is like a sponge absorbing the information that I have instilled in him, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and may soon be able to take charge on his own, right? No, maybe it is not enough.

Standing behind a brand new bar that didn't fit the whole bar, the old waiter suddenly caught my attention. The moment I entered the room, he glanced at me only slightly, then lowered his head again, and went on with his boring work. Repeatedly wiping the clear wine glass in his hand, a smile seemed to flash at the corner of his mouth. Was it my hallucination? The feeling of incongruity arose, and this seemingly ordinary waiter gave me an indescribable sense of disobedience. Others may not feel this way, but in my eyes, this gray-haired old man still exudes such comforting vitality and vitality like a sturdy youth. It's a bit weird. But then I was relieved, because I suddenly remembered the name of the person in front of me, and the story about him. Everything that came out of the mouth of the One came up like a tidal wave.

"I want a glass of milk. There was a slight pain in my forehead, and my thoughts became somewhat uncontrollable. After saying this, I pretended to lean on the solid wood bar casually, supporting my forehead with my hands, trying to hide my mental exhaustion.

The headache is getting worse and worse, is it really because of my age?

"This guest, we don't sell milk here. Before the expressions on the faces of the surrounding drinkers grew angry, the old waiter stopped what he was doing and silently turned his gaze to me. You can feel it. It's just that I don't want to make eye contact with him.

Sure enough, it still didn't go well. Only, that's not the point.

The point is......

"Vijay. I pronounced the boy's name very gently, and then he came forward with understanding.

The supposed joyful atmosphere of the bar had been shattered by my entry, and now it was time to break the silence.

Need a little gimmick.

The men's negligible endurance was finally reached as Vijay arranged the contents of the silver silk robe, which I insisted on donning the bulky "carapace", on the wood that was immediately dwarfed. The roar began to reach my ears.

"Twenty Gosars. Looking down at the gold coins that glowed seductively enough to pay for a drunkard's years of drinking, I glanced at the man sitting in the corner, his face obscured by a wide hat, but saw that he did not make any movement.

"Please give me a glass of milk. Like I said before. "I looked up, and the vertigo in my head was gone. I quietly watched the person in front of me, expecting his reaction.

"Yes, your milk. As I expected, his face was immediately filled with a false smile of flattery that anyone could see, and he quickly served the old vessel. It appears to be an imitation of an ancient artifact that was intentionally made.

"Thank you. With that, I looked a little proud, and I turned around and closed my eyes as if enjoying the sound of the jewels on my body, which could not be called "pleasant".