The two beggars had no gratitude in their eyes, and after taking the two gold coins, they saluted Moss again and again, and pulled the old beggar who was groaning in pain on the ground away, and quickly disappeared into the flow of people. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Look, dinner was cheated again. Moes shook his head and said helplessly.

Nabaron sighed as follows him, and said, "Look, we're going to have to sell poetry again, Daddy Moss, when will you get into the habit of saving some money, I can't remember how many times I've been hungry with you." ”

At this moment, the beggar who was hiding in the alley and stretched out his head, peeking at the two of them slowly moving forward, how could he have the painful appearance of half a minute ago, and after the departure of Moes and Nabaron, he ran faster than a dog and rushed into a restaurant, even if his leg was lame, he jumped and jumped much faster than the pedestrians who pursued graceful gait.

"Saving money? not good, saving money is the far-sighted thinking of the nobles, not suitable for our poets, you see that some sons are still in the belly of the beauty, and the grandson does not know where the son is still in the nobles, and they begin to save money for them, they are eager to earn the gold coins that their son's son's son can't use up, so the beggar is going to starve to death, and the son of their son's son is already alive before he is born." ”

"Everyone wants to do it once and for all, even if it is to endure more hardships now, it is for the sake of long-term relaxation and pleasure after a certain time. Moes said with an old-fashioned face.

Nabalon said: "I see, since the foresight is in your mouth, then this gold coin has nothing to do with you." The gold coin in Nabaron's hand abandoned an arc and fell back into his palm, and he walked idly to a restaurant, and Merce immediately followed after him, and said, "Did you just hear something?" I clearly didn't say anything, but I farted a fart, it must have stinked you, my dear and kind Nabaron, etc....... Surely your cunning was left to you by the despicable bastard, and have you forgotten who tore your clothes to protect you from the cold winter.......?

When the big and small poets had eaten their bellies, the first thing they did when they came out of the restaurant was to throw the few remaining silver coins into the street, and there were always a few pedestrians dressed in aristocratic style, who would stop, look around cautiously, and bend down to pick up the silver coins in the act of shining shoes.

"Kid, your money is gone. Nabaron and Merse walked ahead, and someone shouted behind them.

Shi Qi turned his head, and the moment he saw this man, he trembled smartly, and Nabalon looked at a few silver coins in Qi Meng's hand, and said, "That's not ours, we have used it up, and the rest should be returned to others." ”

Moz tugged at Nabaron's clothes, and his eyes jumped, Nabaron's beauty jumped, they were used to escaping, and it only took a moment for their eyes to communicate, and the two of them fled, or separated and drilled into the staggered alleys.

Fleeing from the west city of Seville to the east city, Merce was panting like a dog, and Nabaron just waded to the ground, saying, "Sheriff again?"

Moes shook his head, waited for his breathing to steadied a little, and said, "Your father." ”

Nabalon was stunned, and there was a sudden sadness in his big eyes, when he said that he should not have such a thing at his age.

"It's him, he looks really mediocre, I thought that no matter how big he was, he would have to be five big and three coarse, fierce and vicious, so as to be worthy of your shameless and despicable description of him. ”

"My dear son, I have never seen you slander your father so much. Zimmon suddenly grabbed Nabaron's shoulder with one hand.

Nabalon's expression changed, his whole body trembled, and he instinctively lifted his magic power, and Qi Meng's palm was bounced away with a strong force, leaving some slight wounds on his palm, and the thug looked at his palm. Fourteen levels of magic!

At this time, Merce and Nabaron went into the alley again, but how they escaped, Zimon must have been waiting for them at the mouth of the alley, and Moes sighed helplessly, and said, "You are here to take Nabaron back?"

"Nabalon......" Zimon slowly read his name, but a little helplessly.

"Mr. Zimon, although I was made by you, I will follow you without a watch, take me away or something, don't think about it, I will not know anything but one or two bad poems. Nabalun.

Zimon smiled and looked at Nabalun, it stands to reason that he is not yet ten years old, he is already fourteen years old, although his childishness has not faded, but he can already be regarded as a handsome teenager, if he can sweep away the dirt on his body, he may be able to become the dream lover in the hearts of many girls.

The gangster felt a little emotional, but the smile on his face became a little thicker, and he said, "Take it...... Barron, my dear son, how are you doing every day?"

Nabalon looked at the tattered coat on his body, brushed his hair in a mess, showed his face, and said with a cold face: "Yes, Mr. Zimon don't have to worry. ”

"Well, it seems that I made a smart choice to find Mr. Merce in the first place. Zimon turned his gaze to Mos.

The poet immediately coughed dryly, and said, "I'm just a poet, I don't know anything, I can't do anything, oh! Nabalon, where did you steal the magic, damn it, you actually went behind my back to steal it!"

Nabaron had long been surprised by the confusion of Mers, and said: "Mr. Zimon, Mr. Merse is very powerful, I just learn some hymns from him every day, and I have magic powers, but his ability to pretend to be confused is really clumsy, so you can help him change this problem." ”

Mose covered his ears again and said, "I can't hear, I can't hear anything, I'll be a beggar, I don't know anything, I don't know anything." ”

"Kashaniva is dead. Qi Meng said lightly.

Moss's palms trembled slightly, slowly lowered his hands, and said lightly: "Do you know who I am?"

"Praise poem - Mose Albisa, when I found this name in ancient books, I assumed it was you. ”

"How did she die?" asked Moss, who was silent for a moment.

"Aging. ”

In Moss's eyes full of vicissitudes, a few traces of memory flashed, as if from this eye, he could still see Kashaniva's heroic posture back then, sighed briefly, and said, "You've been to the Kakoram tribe." ”

Qi Meng nodded, Mo Si stretched out his hand to Qi Meng, a powerful soul energy spread, Qi Meng's body trembled slightly, and a white light floated out of his body, Mo Si reached out and grabbed it in his hand, and held it slightly, the key to open the space of the divine power of the goddess of nature turned into countless points of light in his hand, and quickly disappeared.

"I've always guessed that the Pope hid the crystal in the Kakoram tribe, and it did. ”

"You left this key?"

Moes didn't answer, looked at the street in the distance, and said, "You want to know about that crystal?"

Qi Meng didn't answer, and also acquiesced.

Moes sighed and said, "Some old stories, there is not much point in pursuing them now, not to mention, I have forgotten all of them." ”

"Mr. Moss really doesn't want to say it?" a sneer hung at the corner of Zimon's mouth.

Moes said impatiently, "I said I forgot." ”

Zimon began his usual coercion and temptation again, and Moes responded with pretending to be confused, and finally Zimon became angry and ashamed, and wanted to try how much power this did not have Moss's magic, but Mos grabbed Nabaron, strode and jumped, and a distorted space appeared in front of him, Zimon couldn't catch up, and Mos and Nabaron had fled.

When the gangsters sensed the energy imprint in Nabalon's body again, they were no longer reacting, and they were afraid that they had been erased by Moss.

However, there was not much anger on Qi Meng's face, the strength of Mo Si was unknown, he came to him, and he also had the mentality of giving it a try, and it was impossible to learn the secret of the crystal image from his mouth, but there was another way, but it was so long that Qi Meng could hardly see the end.

After Zimon left, only one day, two poets and beggars made a big splash in Seville, and they never left Seville.

"I said Nabaron, your father's food and drink, don't worry about writing poetry every day, life is not bad, you go back to follow him, experience the life of the nobles, it is also good. Moes said.

Nabalon thought for a moment and said, "Yes, I haven't experienced aristocratic life yet, but why go to him, we can become nobles ourselves." ”

Nabalon's gaze suddenly fell on the Magicians' Guild a hundred meters away, and he smiled and said, "Go and register, I heard that if I become a member of the Magicians' Guild at my level, I will have three thousand gold coins." ”

......

In the city of the Alliance, Qi Meng had just returned from the southern kingdoms when he heard shocking news that a priest from the Elven Temple had taken the initiative to ask for an audience!

Zimmon immediately ordered the priest to be invited to the hall, and a priestess came. Under the loose black robe, the corner of the snow neck is exposed, and the magnificent dark red eyes highlight her identity as a pure-blooded night elf, although this priestess is not stunning, but she is also excellent, and she looks only twenty-five or sixteen.

Of course, elves live a long life, and this elven priest is actually more than two hundred years old.

"Dear Sir Zimon, I have come to express my sincere gratitude to you on behalf of the elves. The elven priest saluted Zimon.

This sentence made Qi Meng a little confused, he didn't help the elves anything, if there were, it was just a trivial thing, it was also because of Bislena, these things were obviously not enough for the elf priest to come to the door to thank him personally,

"We've heard Bislena say for a long time about your covert help to the elves, and you are very grateful to you for secretly helping the elves at the risk of being discovered by the orcs. (To be continued.) )