The afterglow of the setting sun danced between the carved lines on the car. The red-haired boy looked inside the car at the bright magic lamp www.biquge.info the lavish decorations made him feel as if he had been thrown into a pool of mercury. Fortunately, all his eyes were immediately drawn to a woman wearing a cloak and her face hidden by a loose hood.

"Lady Aliana?" Clendir's eyes widened.

"Well, I made a bet with him that you only found out when you got in the car. Alina smiled and lifted her hood, "Did he show a flaw?"

It was then that Krendil noticed a man beside Alina, who was also wearing a cloak, who lifted his black hood and looked impatient.

"I guess. He said that the silver hair peeking out of the hood actually revealed Alina's identity.

"That's fine. The silver-haired girl smoothed a crease in her cheap cloak, "No one will recognize me." ”

"Alina, did you come out with your teacher?"

"Guess. ”

"I.."

"Are you done with the guessing game?" interrupted a thin boy with small glasses on his face full of impatience, he looked at Krendil, whose face was flushed from the previous embarrassment, "Aliana, it's not to risk breaking the rules of the academy to play a guessing game at the school gate. ”

Clendil stared at Sby's thin face, pondering the language of the counterattack.

"You must be going to the black market, right? Clendil was a little surprised that his master accepted this criticism, no, it must have been out of politeness.

"Ah, this, no, of course not. Krendil hurriedly raised his hands and denied.

"Dear Miss Alina, this dear classmate said that she went to the black market. The emaciated teenager pushed his glasses and continued with a natural conceit, "Can I get out of the car first, then? ”

He didn't even glance at the people outside the car, and Krendil's face turned bad,

Alina asked hopefully, "Oh, dear Crendil, you must know that the black market is there, and you will take us there. ”

At Alina's request, Krendil had no ability to refuse, and his fingers were entangled, looking at those emerald eyes ready to agree.

But it occurred to him that the black market was not suitable for a beautiful and noble lady. What if those hateful scoundrels saw her beautiful face and had bad intentions towards her?

"This.... This one... Your cousin will tear me in half if he finds out. He looked away.

"Sprinkle cumin and bake until medium-rare. The thin boy raised his chin and stared at him, his glasses reflecting a disdainful white light, and then he looked at Alina and said, "Seeing that your dear Cromwell-classmate is so frightened that he can't even speak, let's go back and continue the discussion, setting and linguistic analysis under elven fantasy literature." ”

"My name is Klendil, Little Eyes. Krendil stared at the teenager angrily, his fists clenched, and he responded, "I know where the black market is, and I know a shortcut." ”

"Ahaha, then please take us there, this classmate wants to buy some direct sales materials and formulas. With a smile on her face, Alina said, "This is Spy, who has a fierce personality but is actually a good person, and he is my governess who is responsible for teaching me literature. ”

After she finished speaking, she introduced to Spy: "This Clendil classmate is an elemental genius, and I have asked him for advice on many things I don't understand, and he can be regarded as half of my teacher. ”

Sbee nodded reluctantly, and out of politeness, he said to Clendil, "Nice to meet you." ”

"I... I'm glad to meet you, too. For the sake of Aliana's face, Clendir replied against his will.

It's just a little aristocrat, and his arrogance is not low.

Klundier got into the car.

"Sit down there and talk to the driver. Alina pointed to the front row.

The car mat was velvet, and when a poor boy sat on it, he couldn't help but touch the soft and smooth suede with his hand. He had seen it for the first time when he was five years old, and there was a thin layer of velvet in the box used by the town's respected teacher to place the Elemental Sutra. When he was six years old, he couldn't help but pinch it with his hand, and his right hand was beaten so that he couldn't hold the fork for two days.

Clendier was inevitably a little stiff when such an expensive, dangerous thing was sitting under his ass, as if he were sitting on a needle pad. Try your best to show the way to Biluna, who will never open her mouth to talk to him, while using the smallest movements.

So the three of them sailed to a turning point in their fate.

The noisy underground tavern was filled with the stench of sour beer, the smell of rotting boards, and all sorts of people around wooden round tables.

Or hold aloft a mug filled with ale

Or munch on a greasy barbecue

Or eat hard bread with sour wine.

A few dim kerosene lamps hung from the low beams, and they did no more to banish the darkness than a long fire trench in the middle of the tavern. A thick barbecue grill was set up over the fire ditch, and large pieces of barbecued meat were skewered on thick iron rods, spinning, dripping golden oil and sending wisps of green smoke from the burning wood.

One of the nine doors of the tavern was pushed open, and a slender blonde woman in a cloak slowly descended the steps, holding a basket covered with cloth in her hands, and her green eyes looking at the tavern with disappointment.

The gathering place of the three religions was obviously not a good place, and she began to doubt her professional future, and she was going to sell Lolo cards in such a place! What about the high-end production center, but the blonde thought about it, it could be a test.

So she plucked up the courage to lift her hood, revealing her hair and feminine countenance like gold dust, and she shouted, "Loloka brand direct sales!"

The beautiful female voice attracted not customers, but four hooligans with metal sticks around their waists.

The strippers on the stage and the fiery fire ditch have already made them and thirsty, and the beautiful female voice has attracted their attention, and the slender body of the blonde has made them decide to step forward.

The stars squinted as they watched the four people surrounding them take a step back vigilantly, "What are you going to do?"

Her non-standard Ruofia language made the four people opposite him more courageous, and outsiders are always the best to bully.

"Don't be afraid, chick. One of the troughnoses grinned, showing his gold teeth, "We just wanted to play with you." ”

The little brother next to him suddenly pulled his sleeve and whispered, "Boss, she's an elf." ”

At this time, because of the light in the tavern, they saw the long ears emerging from the blonde hair.

"What are you afraid of?" he said, spitting out wine, "just playing, and she doesn't know who?"

"But the Kazakh guards ...."

"Say no more stupid tin cans!" he angrily shoved his companion, "you think I'm going to be afraid of them, and I'm afraid of an elf girl?"

Alcohol numbs his brain, and he walks over to the stars with a smile, burps and says to himself, "How about a dance?"

The stars reached for their waist with one hand, and there was a glass rod that could blast out a sizable chain of lightning, but it was clearly not suitable for dealing with the matter at hand. And she herself is no more than the four rascals in front of her, so she fell into a subtle embarrassing situation.

She began to regret that she had listened to the train-laden blood elf, who should have left when he claimed to be the "boss of the Pan-Multiverse Bard", who knows what it was. She regretted that she had stupidly come into this world to sell what ridiculous "Lolo cards." ”

Just as the wine trough, with his groping hand stretched out only three steps from her, and the stars were about to give the tavern a burst of light, a funny male voice came from the side.

"Hey, how about listening to my new song?" a short halfling suddenly jumped between them.