"What, an assassination attempt?" Idea burst into a rage in the palatial castle, "It's claimed that you can't even solve it with a summoner, what a fucking piece of shit!"

With a 'snap', Yimiya slammed the purple sand teacup in her hand on it, "Good, I'm going to kill that hateful summoner with my own hands, cut off his flesh piece by piece and feed it to the dogs!"

"Young Master, now is not the time to do it!" Goode gently pulled the beard on his chin, "The head of the family, they will not be able to return from the sea for at least a month, and there are many unidentified characters in the town during this time, so we really shouldn't do it directly!"

Imia has been having a headache lately, and has been in trouble since the fiasco of the elven tribe, and I don't know who rumored that the dragon cave had been discovered in the Terras Forest, and as a result, there were many unidentified people in the town. There are adventurers who are eager for money, there are mercenaries from all over the world, there are knights who dream of slaying dragons all day long, and it is even said that even the Holy See has sent an envoy to come secretly.

With the influx of strangers, the situation in the town is becoming more and more complicated. In recent days, family members have been killed or disappeared from time to time, some say that the family was retaliated against by hostile forces, and others say that they accidentally provoked powerful mysterious people when they were out on a tour. The cutting is continuous, and the reasoning is broken, so that Imia doesn't know where to start.

For ordinary adventurers or mercenaries, Imia doesn't pay attention, but the emissaries of the Holy See are not trivial, and if they find some evidence of the family's crimes, it will be troublesome. Helplessly, my father took away most of the elite samurai for a major matter, and there were only a few masters left in the family, and the house leak happened to be rainy.

"Goode, what do you mean" In the entire castle, only Goode, a counselor who had followed his father for many years, could calm Imia down.

After pondering for a moment, Good, the man in black, said slowly: "The situation in the town is very complicated now, and we must not act rashly until the old man returns with the warriors. In the past two days, I have contacted a great swordsman of the Bantu Empire, maybe, we can"

After some conspiracy, Imiah and the strategist devise a plan to kill people with a knife. The slave trade is the main source of wealth, and among them, the charming appearance of the forest elf girl is a rare and sought-after commodity. In order to clear the obstacle of capturing the forest elves, and in order to avenge the arrow on his ass, he must first eradicate Yang Ling, the mysterious summoner.

In the tavern not far from the Anka family castle, Yang Ling took a sip of bitter ale wine with a smile, unaware that a storm was sweeping towards him.

"I'll go back and prepare right away, and in the next few days, please pay more attention to related things!"

After throwing down a few amethyst coins at random, Yang Ling strode away. Behind him, the thief Fenist screamed loudly and grabbed the amethyst coin on the table with one hand. A few cups of bitter ale wine only cost a dozen black crystal coins, but he didn't expect Yang Ling to make a move with five amethyst coins, and it was really a great nobleman with a thousand gold.

After sensing the thief Fenlist's actions, Yang Ling smiled faintly. For these local fritters, it is still necessary to give a little favor, and the stick and carrot are the best way to control it. He knew that having the lives of the two land snakes, the mercenary Gullitt and the thief Fenlist, would be of great benefit to quickly gaining a foothold in Wisson Town.

Offense is the best defense, and in order to deal with the revenge of the Anka family, Yang Ling simply went off the rails and decided to open a unique dwarven weapon shop in Weisen Town. It can not only obtain information, but also attract most of the energy of the Anka family in the light, so as to turn passive into active. Of course, it would be even more wonderful if you could make a lot of money.

The influx of a large number of characters of unknown origin into Weisen Town is a headache for Imia, but it is a golden opportunity for Yang Ling. As the so-called fishing in troubled waters, the more complicated the situation, the more scruples the Anka family will have, and the more beneficial it will be to their own actions.

After quickly returning to the elven tribe, Yang Ling tried his best to convince the elven elder. Although the latter was worried, he still supported it and sent a few warriors to serve as his personal bodyguards. At the same time, at his request, all the last eighty jars of rum were taken out.

With a full eighty jars of rum, Yang Ling confidently went to the dwarf tribe. Sure enough, after receiving eighty jars of rum, the dwarf Rumi agreed to it.

"Brother Yang Ling, as long as there is a lot of fine wine every day, not to mention Weisen Town, even the City of the Dead and the Deland Desert, I will also go with you to break through!" the dwarf Rumi grabbed the wine jug on his waist as he walked and poured a large gulp.

"The outside world is very exciting, not to mention anything else, there is a lot of wine!" Looking at the package full of weapons on the back of Cassie and the others, Yang Ling wrote a blank check, "Rumi, as long as you lead the clansmen to build enough weapons for me, let alone a jar of wine a day, even if you want to soak in the wine and sleep, there is no problem!"

According to the customs of the clan, Rumi will go outside to experience it when he becomes an adult this year. Under the temptation of fine wine, he simply agreed to Yang Ling's request in one gulp, and invited a full five clansmen to go out of the mountain to help for him.

At the same time, under his strong mediation, Yang Ling also bought a large number of weapons from the dwarf tribe at an ultra-low price. Fortunately, many people were rescued from the barbarians, otherwise, Yang Ling really didn't know how to transport these weapons out of the Trus Forest.

Although the elven elder didn't say anything, Yang Ling understood that it was definitely not appropriate for so many humans to live in the elf tribe for a long time. After discussing with Cassie and the others, they simply went to Wesson Town together, anyway, many people have lived in Wesson Town since childhood.

Since being saved, Alice and the others have been desperate to return to Wesson Town as soon as possible, but the road is far away, and there are demonic beasts everywhere in the forest, so they have to temporarily cultivate their bodies in the elven tribe. Now that Yang Ling personally leads the team, they are much more at ease.

"My lord, after arriving in Weisen Town, if you don't dislike it, then stay at my house first, how about it?" After quickly catching up with Yang Ling in front, Cassie warmly invited.

"Cassie, so many people are homeless, how many more can you live in your house?" Yang Ling smiled, "Don't worry, I have already made proper arrangements!"

As early as after convincing the elven elders, Yang Ling had already ridden the griffin back to Weisen Town, and bought a large house with the help of Gurit and Fenlist. The front is used to sell weapons, and the back is used to build weapons and house the homeless, killing two birds with one stone.

Under the escort of the Yang Ling Demon Beast army, everyone had no danger all the way, and finally penetrated out of the Truss Forest that stretched for thousands of miles after more than ten days. Under the guidance of Gullit, who came to pick you up, you went directly to the place where you bought it not long ago.

Next, everyone got busy non-stop. The dwarven Rumi led the people to set up the furnace and other equipment to prepare for the construction of weapons in the town of Wisson, Cassie led a dozen warriors who were rescued by Yang Ling to patrol the vicinity of the mansion to guard against the attack of the Anka family, and the two local snakes, Gullitt and Fenlist, were responsible for spreading the word for the upcoming Dwarven Weapons Shop.

"Refreshing and pleasant, not bad, much better than the best Biluochun in Anxi Tea House!" Leaning back on the tiger skin chair, looking at the busy crowd around him and the progress beyond expectations, Yang Ling comfortably took a sip of the tea brought by Alice.

"My lord, this is a single-petal vine jasmine tea, with a strong aroma, it is a specialty of our Weisen Town!" Seeing Yang Ling put down the teacup, Alice gently pinched his shoulder.

Since Yang Ling successfully rescued his grandfather, Alice has been grateful to him and took care of him meticulously, hoping to repay his great kindness. When Yang Ling was busy and sweating profusely, he handed him a handkerchief in time; when Yang Ling didn't have time to eat, he would put the food in the pot and keep it warm for him; when Yang Ling was tired, he would gently press his shoulder and beat his back.

At the beginning, Yang Ling was a little reluctant, but after saying it a few times, he saw that Alice was still the same as always, so he didn't say anything more, and calmly enjoyed the little girl's gentle and thoughtful waiting.

"Alice, don't call me Lord in the future, let alone Master or anything like that. Looking at Alice's beautiful face and her small but firm breasts, Yang Ling's heart fluttered and said, "In the future, just call me Brother Yang!"

"Well, Brother Yang!" Alice replied in a soft voice with a flushed face. For some reason, she felt that Yang Ling's eyes seemed to be a little different from usual, and there was a raging flame in her eyes.

It's a good feeling to be the boss!

Leaning on the comfortable tiger skin chair, looking at the dazzling array of dwarven weapons in the store, and smelling the faint fragrance of Alice's body, Yang Ling slowly closed his eyes. I used to work from 9 to 5, and I was so tired that I almost couldn't solve the problem of food and clothing, but I didn't expect that after coming to this strange world inexplicably, I had the first pot of gold in my life in a short time.

Yang Ling closed his eyes and enjoyed Alice's waiting, unaware that a storm was sweeping over him. In a deserted wasteland hundreds of miles away, a fast horse was hurrying towards the town of Wiesen like a gust of wind.

[Book friends, today there are three more changes, each more than 3,000 words, almost 10,000 changes. One more chapter in the morning, one more chapter in the afternoon, and another chapter at around 12:20 a.m. in the evening, everyone is welcome to cheer.

This book will officially hit the list after 12 o'clock tonight, and I implore everyone to cheer on it and help smash a few votes! The hope of this book is in your hands, and if you can successfully rush to the new book list, Lao Gao will be grateful!];