Romon and Yvette go out of town together.

The city of Aps, east of Pastfield Bay, is a place of great beauty. Of course, only Romon who was a former earthman saw it this way, for most of the people in the city, Pastfield Bay was too shallow for larger ships to enter, and the local climate was too rainy in the summer, and the humid sea breeze brought abundant rain to the city of Aps, so that the use of the beach to dry salt became a luxury, so that the people of Pastfield Bay, for the people of Aps, only the fish on the table reminded them of the beach.

Now, after following a path through the woods through a low, rolling hill, the two arrived at Pastfield Bay.

Romon likes this place very much, the white fine sand, the light blue sky and the deep blue water complement each other, the waves crash against the reef near the shore, making a roaring sound, and the seagulls sing from time to time, coordinated with each other, and the sky is a little white with fish sails.

"I almost thought I was back on Earth. Romon took a deep breath and thought to himself. The salty sea breeze in the air is refreshing.

Yvette didn't know why Romon liked it here, but after being a hostess in the crowd for several years, she really had a crush on Romon and she liked to see Romon standing on the edge of the beach, and she always felt that the man in front of her was a man with a story and a past.

And there is also a lot of potential.

"Romon," Yvette began, "I've asked Dad about the black market. But you're going to tell me, what are you asking for?" her voice was a little nervous, and if Romon couldn't give her a satisfactory reason, she would never tell the news she had received.

The black market is such a thing, in fact, most adventurers will come into contact with it, just imagine, two teams of adventurers meet in the dense forest, for some reason and fight, the last team wins, the winner will naturally make full use of the loser's property, and to use these property, it is essential to need the help of the black market.

However, in the case of Romon, because his wealth comes from a gang of thieves, the usual black market channels run by thieves are not so credible.

So, a fifth-level warrior, a former adventurer, and now a bar owner, should have some different channels, and even if he didn't, Romon could still ask the mage Alec, or the caravan's Fezzie, and he would always ask for the way, of course, it would be better to get the news from the lovely Yvette like he is now.

"Yvette, do you care about me?" a smile welled up in Rommon's eyes.

Yvette's face was slightly red, she broke free of Romon's hand, and turned away: "No one else has it." ”

The girl's shyness made her always care about her reserve, but in a blink of an eye, she looked at Romon with a smile and noticed his age: "Who is shy?" Romon Little Brother. ”

Looking at the excited Yvette, Romon couldn't cry or laugh, the young man he had taken away was only sixteen years old now, one year younger than her, and he was indeed too young.

"Yvette, let's get down to business. Here's the thing......" Romon whispered about the fact that the tax collector of Ricca had used the thieves to frame him, and that he had fought back, and that he had obtained a batch of supplies, and even the jealousy of the priest Tenis.

With a wide view from the beach and the winter breeze, Romon wasn't worried about what he was saying leaking out.

"Romon ......" The girl was silent after listening to Romon speak.

The winter sea breeze whistling, stirring the waves into jade pieces, and the two people on the beach were just cutting and messing up.

"Romon ......" Yvette's voice woke him from deep muse.

"The black market thing is like this......"

In Yvette's whispered narration, Romon has a rough outline of what he wants to know: Old Veron really has such a black market channel in his hands, and more importantly, this channel has nothing to do with thieves, but belongs to another, more hidden system, of course, Yvette is not clear about this, but Romon can deduce this from her bits and pieces of narration, however, there are still two problems to be solved, one is that the black market in Yvette's mouth is once a month, this month has passed, and it will not be held until next month.

The other one, in this black market transaction, someone must recommend, old Viren has this qualification is good, but I am afraid that he will not be able to sell the goods he enters, at that time, he robbed the thieves' union, and got a large sum of money, but the items were only ten rolls of new cloth, six newly made sharp daggers, five cowhide storage bags, a set of basic thief skill books, a poison making manual, a small box full of various poisons, and tools for special lock picking.

Luo Meng scratched his head: Fortunately, there is still almost a month to plan, and the goods sold in the market can only put some effort into his own traverser.

"Yvette, let's practice our swords. Romon thinks that the matter of the black market can go back and make calculations, and now, it is better to have a good game with Yvette and vent his feelings.

Yvette got out of Romong's arms when she heard this, and she smiled and patted the long sword on her waist: "Romong, don't cry if you lose." ”

Yvette's eyes are slender, which is what the ancient Chinese called "phoenix eyes", and her smile, although she is seventeen or eighteen years old, also has a strange charm.

"Yvette, how many times have you seen me cry. Luo Meng smiled and drew his sword, "brushed" a few times in the air, and made a swordsman salute with a solemn expression.

Yvette also restrained her smile and waved her sword in return.

"Ding!" the two long swords gently intersected and then separated.

Yvette put her sword away and stood upright, nodding her head for Romon to attack first.

Romon took a deep breath, took a sliding step from before, and stabbed his sword in his chest like a gale, and shouted loudly in his mouth: "Ha!"

Yvette froze, and Romon's sword was already shooting like an arrow.

"Hah!" a hint of hesitation flashed in Luo Meng's eyes, and he screamed again, his wrist flicked, and the long sword flipped over like a spirit snake.

A thrilling smile suddenly appeared on Yvette's face, and just when she couldn't make a move, she flashed left, and then her right hand holding the sword raised upward, and actually locked Romon's blade with a sword, "Ha!" Yvette cleared, turned her waist, and raised her left hand with a hand knife.

With a swing of his head, Yvette's knife still landed on his right side of the neck, and Romon was dizzy and took a step back. The offensive suddenly collapsed.

"Romong, you hesitated. Yvette smiled and retracted her sword into its sheath.

Luo Meng stood still and rolled his eyes: You stood there just now, I was afraid of hurting you, didn't I?

Yvette seemed to know what he was thinking, and came up to him with a grin and kissed him, "I know you're worried about me." However, with your warrior's level, how about taking me, a fourth-level warrior?"

"Yvette, you've made the cut?" said Romon in surprise.

"I talked to my dad yesterday and he said I had a level 4 level. However, I didn't go to the soldiers' union to officially test it. Yvette squinted her eyes and looked very happy: "Also, don't patronize me, I think your current level is probably like a second-level warrior." ”

"Yes. Romon looked her in the eye and said, "Without the guidance of the lovely Yvette's teacher, how could I have improved so quickly." ”

This is the truth, Yvette did not leave a hand in his teaching, the learning of martial arts, before the fourth level, the reflection of the body is very important, the same flat stab, how to walk the footsteps, how to hold the sword, how to hold the sword, how to cooperate with the breath, these things have to have a master to teach by word and deed, a place is not in place to form a wrong habit, and it is difficult to change it. These things are not something that can be learned by reading a book.

In short, Yvette is a more dutiful teacher than squad leader Richard.

"Romong, don't be proud, you just had that flat stab, let me tell you, first of all, your steps are still too ...... weak," Yvette said with a deliberately straight face.

Romon hurriedly listened carefully and gestured according to Yvette's account.

Yvette is getting really serious, too.

The two of them teach one and the other learns, and time flies.

Looking at the sunset, Romon was dyed with a layer of gold on his body and was trying to practice the flat stab that he had taught him yesterday, and in the shadow of the nose where the sun could not shine, the boy already had some taste of manly fortitude.

Yvette suddenly became a little stupid, she reached out and pulled her hair that was blown by the wind, and thought: If it was just a curiosity to invite him to the bar at that time, then he really moved himself because he practiced martial arts as meticulously as he saw in front of him.

Originally, I just agreed to accompany him to practice martial arts for fun, but his serious energy seemed to be going to take the path of a warrior in the future. Druids may only be half spellcasters, but the druid apprentices in the city still prefer spells.

Yvette remembered her father's assessment of Romon: "Romon, this little guy may be able to be a druid." You know, druids don't just serve herbs in the field and animals in cages. ”

"Romon go back, that's all for today. Yvette shouted softly.

Romon put away his sword and saluted Yvette: "Thank you, teacher." ”

The two laughed and returned to the city of Aps, under the golden red sunset.

"Romon ......"

"Huh?"

"Miss Elenie...... I mean, your town's Miss Elenie, she's beautiful and nice, isn't she?"

Suddenly, this sentence came, and feeling Yvette's affection, Romon suddenly felt a numb scalp.

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