There was a loud "clang", followed by a scream of "sigh", and Rogge and the rocking chair leaned back and fell heavily on the ground. Even if Rogge had thick skin and thick flesh, this head hit the ground first and made him really dizzy for a while. He struggled to get up from the ground, and it took a while to drive away the stars and birds that flew around his head.

The realm of dreams is still vivid.

I don't know how long the fight lasted, Rogge was already exhausted, and the golden light in Fengyue's skull was also much dimmer, but the zombies were still inexhaustible.

Suddenly, a new energy mass began to form on the black mountain peak dozens of miles away. In Rogge's psychic world, the dark black of that mass of energy was full of blood, and it continued to grow stronger at a thrilling speed. As that mass of energy finally formed a huge black and red energy mass, an incomparably powerful spiritual fluctuation rushed in all directions like a raging wave. The soul energy of the slightly weaker zombie was like a candle flame in a typhoon, and it didn't even have room to struggle, and it was extinguished in an instant. All of a sudden, on the plain where thousands of zombies were densely packed, only Feng Yue and a dozen zombie lords were still standing. As soon as the spiritual power of the two sides came into contact, Rogge was like being struck by lightning. Endless hatred, destruction, and killing came from that spiritual shockwave, and at that moment, Rogge could barely suppress his madness.

In the blink of an eye, that soul energy had already locked onto Fengyue and swept towards this side at an astonishing speed. Rogge complained bitterly, Fengyue, a madman, must not rush up to kill himself, although he can't see what kind of creature it is, but with the strength of this soul energy alone, it is definitely not something that Fengyue and Rogge can deal with.

The Wind Moon Scythe circled, and a blood-red arc of lightning shot out in all directions, forcing several zombie lords around him out of the way. Feng Yue glared angrily in the direction where the energy was coming, and roared silently, and a small golden ball of spiritual power flew over with a thin and beautiful flame tail. Seeing that it was about to hit the huge ball of soul energy, Rogge was ready to cheer, the ball of energy rolled over, and a dark red lightning bolt sent out, knocking the small golden ball of light into ashes.

Fengyue and Rogge were stunned for a moment.

"Run, you idiot, skeleton, brainless skeleton!" Rogge, who had come to his senses, couldn't help but roar at Fengyue through his spirit.

Fengyue jumped into the sky, but it was towards that mass of energy.

"Oh my God!" Rogge groaned.

The wings of the Wind Moon bone in the air spread slightly, and this time there was an extra layer of almost completely transparent membrane between the bones.

Fengyue hovered softly and skillfully, but it had already turned out of direction, and Yingying flew away.

The fat man was not so lucky, he was thrown out of the air and tumbled and fell down.

The zombie lords on the ground gathered in a heap, looking up to the sky, all drooling.

Rog screamed, desperately trying to reach the sky, but his head made close contact with the floor.

Rogge muttered and got up, cursing the damn Fengyue. However, he didn't dare to summon Fengyue out to make the theory clear, after experiencing the other world twice, Rogge had already understood that this was not just a dream. And after seeing Fengyue's heroic posture in battle, the fat man knew that he was no longer Fengyue's opponent. What's more, this dead skeleton is ruthless, and he can actually throw himself from the sky, isn't it the opposite? Is there still a master of himself in his heart?

The fat man sighed, and he had to swallow any dissatisfaction. There will be more places to fight in the future, and if you offend it this time, don't give yourself a knife in the back when the time comes. The relationship between the mage and the pet is on this, and it is really a depression.

Rogge, who was depressed, looked out the window at the end of the day, got up and went out to find Firth and Franco to discuss the plan of the hammer of the god of war.

On a cold night, the lights are on, and snowflakes are floating in the sky. The hotel is brightly lit and steaming.

In a quiet room on the third floor, for the first time in a month, several nobles and Faith had gathered. Ette looked a lot fatter, his legs and feet were still not very neat, and it was no joke to be injured by the vindictive, not to mention that a third of the flesh on his thighs was blown clean at that time.

After a small gathering, everyone was very interested. After everyone talked about the wind and snow, the gold coin beauty, and then began to seriously discuss the development plan of the "Hammer of the God of War".

Rogge spoke first, "Brothers, our new Hammer of War is about to open. If you want to do it this time, you have to make an appearance, so that when those nobles think of the 'Hammer of the God of War', they will immediately think of status! It is a symbol of wealth! It is cool! It is the screams of the sluts and the envy of the commoners! But then again, this name is too much like a dwarf shop, damn, who came up with such a broken name in the first place?"

"Who else but you?!" Etter didn't save face for Rogge.

The fat man's rare old face turned red, and he stubble, and opened the topic: "Of course, the things we make must be good! There must not be any cutting corners! If we throw in one gold coin, we will take back two gold coins! I mean, even if the Hammer of the God of War can't make the best weapons and armor, it must definitely make the most exquisite and beautiful things!"

"Hmph, the more gold you use, the more beautiful it is!" Franco sarcastically said.

Rogge was furious, staring at Franco, eager to try. Franco disagreed, snorted, and picked up a delicate little silver fork. The fat man rolled his eyes and sat down again, fighting Franco with a short soldier in a small space, undoubtedly killing himself.

Feith's mouth was stuffed with lobster meat, and he said vaguely: "Stop making trouble, it's a serious matter to find me a few assistants quickly." I can't do everything alone, right? Besides, I'm good at making a magic array, but I don't know if this armor and weapon are beautiful or not in line with the tastes of those characters!"

Lens also said: "It's really useful to make things beautiful. Judging from the things that are sold, the few things that are exquisite and beautiful can at least have a half-profit, and they are always the first to be sold. The others who do more ordinarily do not have the same quality as these boutiques, but they make much less money. Since its opening, not counting the acquisition of adventurers' loot, our boutiques have earned a total of more than 20,000 gold coins, but those ordinary ones have only earned 4,000 gold coins. ”

Kate interjected: "Although the benefits of ordinary equipment are a little thin, they are better than a large amount, and they can't be let go." I think we should open a new store and specialize in this kind of business. If you can squeeze into the fertile field of the army, it will also be a lot of money. At least we can have Lord Winnington of Falburg procure our stuff exclusively. ”

Rogge said: "In this way, I think we need to find a group of more craftsmen, and Jin is responsible for guiding and training, making some ordinary weapons and armor." In this way, we can digest some of our own best iron concentrate. The raw ore was sold like this, and I always felt a little lost. Just find a place in this workshop city to put it. As for the Hammer of the God of War, we have to find a few real masters of art to design the style, and preferably a few who know the etiquette of the highest classes, who know what will be popular among the nobility. ”

"By the way," said Eter, "when I was healing at the church, a little girl who volunteered there seemed to have said that her grandfather was a great sculptor. What's the name, what's the fog or what?"

Franco's eyes lit up, and his voice trembled: "Could it be the Master of Mist? He is in Lille I heard that he offended a great nobleman of the Austro-Hungarian Empire in his early years, and in order to avoid trouble, he swore not to make art again, so the nobleman let him go." Then he disappeared. I didn't expect him to be hiding here. I also have one of his works at home! The style of the fog fantasy work is like a cloud, and it is exquisite and beautiful, but it is difficult for people to grasp its interior, so it has won the title of fog fantasy. ”

He closed his eyes and reminisced for a moment before exclaiming, "That's the art that really shocks the soul!"

When Rogge heard this, he came to his senses and asked, "Is this fog illusion really so harmful?"

Franco glanced at Rogge dissatisfied: "He is a true master who can be with time." It's just that I heard that he has a strange temper, his surname is extremely stubborn, and he is extremely hateful to the aristocracy. To say that this person is going to design objects for the nobles, I don't think it's a fantasy. ”

"Hmph, what are you afraid of! Isn't there a way to deal with this kind of old stubbornness?" Rogge smiled darkly, "He's a piece of Xuangang, and he wants him to bloom a flower!

Lance said: "That little girl doesn't know if it's his own granddaughter, if it is, hehe, then it's easy to do!"

"Lens, I can tell you, don't beat that little girl's idea. I've lost this leg to her for the past month!" Ette drank dissatisfied.

Lance smiled and said, "Okay, this must be kept for you." ”

Unknown frowned, Rogge said: "This city is no better than other places, we can't do too much now." Otherwise, Opherok may not be able to protect us. Besides, we don't know why he takes care of him so much, so it's better to be careful in everything. If you want to do something to make a career, you can't capsize for these little things. What's more, this kind of thing can be done behind your back, but it is very disgraceful to mention it. Let those who have a heart see it, be more vigilant, and it will not be very convenient for us to do anything in the future. Either it's clean and thorough like Ian, or it's going to be put aside for a while. There are many ways to deal with this old thing. It doesn't have to be a fight to kill and kill people. The most urgent task at the moment is to find out the information about this old guy and see if he has any hobbies. If it really doesn't work, I will plant him a spoil, so that he can't explain it clearly, so he can only obey us. There's no way, let's beat his granddaughter again. In short, let him be used by us. And it's better to let him do his best. ”

Several people immediately discussed. After many rounds of tempering, the scum calmed down a lot, and their edges faded away. The poisonous plan that came up with was meticulous and ruthless, and it was not leaky. Compared with two years ago, the difference between its refinement and coarseness and concealment is no longer reasonable.

A few maids passed by the door, but they felt the wind gusting and couldn't help but shiver a few times.

The afternoon sun lazily sprinkled on the streets of the city of Lille, slowly waking up the city that had been sleeping in the cold winter. Sunshine is the most equal, whether you are a nobleman or a commoner, you will be bathed in the blessings of sunshine.

Isabella happily walked through the streets of the ghetto as if it were a beating note. The low shacks, the bumpy dirt roads, the frozen sewage, the smell wafting around, and the strange sounds of mothers scolding their children, quarrels in the neighborhood, and the barking of chickens and dogs did not affect her mood in the slightest. She's been growing up in this place since she was a child, so she loves everything here, all the people here. God said to love the people of this world, so she followed God's teachings wholeheartedly. Volunteering at church for three half-days a week is her happiest time. Even though there is no income, it is the best reward to bask in the glory of God and help other people in the suffering world.

Girls love the sun, and she will be happy as long as the weather is clear. Seventeen-year-old Isabella is tall, a full 1.70 meters, and looks much more mature than her actual age, but her blown-up little face occasionally shows a little childish expression, revealing the real age of her owner. Isabella is white, almost transparent, but the lively maiden always adds a blush to this transparent white.

The girl's facial features are delicate, a pair of big eyes are always restless to look around, and with a smile that is always on her lips, she is always very pleasing to the people around her. The priests in the church were very kind to her, and one young priest even secretly taught her a little light spell, and Isabella was now able to barely use the most rudimentary minor wound healing technique.

The girl had reason to be glad that Mr. Etter, with whom he had been getting along well for a month, had offered herself a job to-day, tending his room and courtyard, and having a whole gold coin a month. Grandpa no longer has to eat only black bread every day, we can have bacon to eat every day, and if you save a little, grandpa can drink a small glass of wine every day. This kind of life, the neighbors are going to envy to death. If you do this for two years, you may be able to build a wooden house, and my grandfather is old, and he has a lot of rheumatism, and with a new house, he can suffer a lot less in winter.

That Mr. Etter is such a good man. He's not an ordinary tall and athletic person, he's a head taller than himself, and many men aren't as tall as himself. Well, although the clothes are quite casual, they are very clean, and the face is very rough, but the more you look at it, the more handsome it becomes. Thinking of this, the girl's heartbeat increased a little, and her face burned a little.

The girl walked around nonsense, and her mind was full of Etter's shadow. "Mr. Etter seems to be so young, how can he have so many adventures. In the past month, he has not repeated the experience. The clumsy iron bear in the next street, pestering himself all day long, would only talk about the horses he cared for, or the trivial matters of the house of Mr. Gibmel. But Mr. Etter's wound on the leg was so frightening, that he had never seen such a terrible wound in his four months in the church. When I first saw it, I could see the bones through the wounds, but Mr. Etter never called them.

The confused girl kicked down two baskets on the way, frightened a few hens, and almost hit an aunt.

The girl came to a small courtyard, if this five or six square meters of space could also be called a courtyard. There was also an ancient tree in such a small yard, and the trunk was coiled, and it could be seen that its life would be as rough and painful as most people who grow in the shade of the tree. The courtyard is surrounded by a fence. The fence is just ordinary wooden strips, but somehow, looking at it makes people feel extremely calm. The snow in the courtyard was swept clean and spotless. The hustle and bustle of the environment is separated by that fence.

A thin old man was sitting in the courtyard, chopping wood one by one. Beside the old man was a small red clay stove with a pot of tea boiling on it. The delicate little teapot is simple and elegant, and the heat is slowly overflowing from the spout. The piece that the old man was chopping was called firewood, rather than a stump, which was somewhat rotten, but in this winter, it was extremely hard to freeze. A rusty axe in the old man's hand slowly lifted and fell, but like cutting into a piece of tofu, he gently and skillfully chopped down a one-foot-long and three-finger-wide piece of firewood.

"Grandpa!" the girl swooped into the old man's arms like a cheerful bird.

"Grandpa! I've got a job! I have a whole gold coin a month! You don't have to nibble on black bread every day, and you have money to buy you medicine!"

The old man gently stroked the girl's hair lovingly, and said with a smile: "Silly child, grandpa is old, what kind of medicine do you take?" But you, you've suffered too much. By the way, when did the church become so generous and have a gold coin for a month of work?"

Isabella's voice suddenly lowered, and she whispered, "Yes, it's for a gentleman to manage the courtyard." ”

The old man's voice immediately became stern: "He's a nobleman?"

The girl's tears were already rolling in her eyes, and she whispered, "It seems, it seems to be ......."

With a bang, the old man smashed the small teapot beside him with an axe, and trembled with anger: "You, have you forgotten how your parents died? Who let us suffer from hunger and cold in such a place......?" The old man saw that he couldn't breathe, but the girl's face turned white with fright, and he hurriedly supported the old man, but tears couldn't stop flowing.

The old man calmed down a little, shook off her hand fiercely, and entered the house, slamming the door slammed.

The girl cried, "But grandpa, your illness cannot be delayed any longer!!, and Mr. Etter is a good man...... The girl's voice grew lower and lower, and at last she choked up.

The girl sat on the ground sobbing weakly, and a snow-white silk handkerchief was delivered to her. Isabella took it and wiped her tears, suddenly realizing that this was a luxury that she could never afford, and now that it was dirty, how could it be?

She looked up in a panic and saw a kind fat face, the smile was so warm, as if even the ice and snow could melt.

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