The young man did not regret it very much, from the fact that he chose the military position instead of the legal position, it can be seen that his talent in magic is not very good. Grand Duke Tamak is one of the famous legendary powerhouses of mankind, and it is impossible to mistake his son's bloodline talent.

At this moment, there was a few rough laughs, and two strong men came to the door of Richard's residence, saluted Richard respectfully, and said, "Master Richard, the two of us have brought a case of good wine to give it to you. ”

Richard glanced up at them, and immediately said, "Oh, my two compositions are for you." ”

"Indeed, Master Richard, we have rarely seen such powerful compositions after Master Lawrence's accident! These two compositions just saved our brother's life yesterday!" said the man on the left with an excited expression.

"That's right. Richard nodded, opened the wine sent by the two and smelled it, and sure enough, the taste was mellow, not comparable to ordinary good wines. Richard took a big sip, then beckoned to the two men and said, "Let's have a few drinks together!"

The two of them looked happy, sat down on the ground, and began to drink the rat demon jerky without any other snacks. It's a rare opportunity to be able to drink with a master builder like Richard. Even if they didn't say that they were indirectly saved by Richard just now, if they had a good relationship with Richard, maybe Richard would have customized some outfits for them. As Richard came to the capital where the sun never sets, more and more powerful people learned that Richard could order a second-order suit.

The three of them casually chatted about some of the Peerless Battlefield and Norland's anecdotes, and the two powerhouses inadvertently showed some momentum at this time. Some of the fierce Daxodas, as well as some of the most famous and powerful men, spoke in a normal tone, completely unimpressed. In fact, those two imitation of life-destroying constructions were the first time Richard provided a construction for the city where the sun never sets. The two powerhouses were able to get them, and naturally they had superior means.

The young man listened to it with enthusiasm, and couldn't help but say, "Master Richard, I can ...... And, would you like to have a drink?"

"Of course, be careful not to get drunk!" Richard laughed, tossing him a wine bottle.

"I'm already seventeen! it's not a problem to drink some wine!" the boy blushed and defended himself loudly. As if to prove that he was not bragging, he simply uncorked the bottle and poured a few large gulps. However, the wine brought by the two strong men was extremely strong, and the young man was not paying attention, and immediately choked and coughed.

The two powerhouses looked at each other and smiled, they also saw the true strength of the young man, but they just didn't say anything. The family emblem on the boy's corner reveals identity information, which is obviously related to the Grand Duke of Tamak. Moreover, lives may be lost at all times on the battlefield of the Peerless Domain, and the strong only talk about their strength, whether they are pleasing to each other's eyes, and who will take care of their family background when they intersect, and think so much? In this precarious world, one day to live is to be happy for one day, and this is the really important thing.

Gradually, as the alcohol rose, the boy gradually let go, and he would tell some anecdotes about the Principality of Tamak, and even his own father dared to joke. At this moment, on the terrace of a tall tower in the distance, the majestic and majestic Tamak stood against the railing, a pair of narrow eyes staring at the four people who were sitting around drinking. He was unusually tall, more than two and a half meters, standing there like a dark iron tower, his tan beard was braided into dozens of pigtails, fluttering in the wind. The braids are adorned with gemstones, metal rings, animal teeth and bone shards.

Standing beside Grand Duke Tamak was the gloomy middle-aged man Richard had seen before, who was also watching Richard from afar. A distance of a few kilometers, it is almost as if it were in front of them. This distance is too close, if anyone snoops, then both Richard and the two strong men who drank with him will immediately notice it. But this time the situation was different, Grand Duke Tamak and the middle-aged man were obviously blatantly observing them, but Richard and the others were unaware.

"Richard looks pretty good. Grand Duke Tamak said slowly.

"It's done. It's just that I've been in contact with him for a short time, and I don't understand why he didn't let him do it with a good royal constructor, and he had to run to the Peerless Battlefield. This is not a place to joke, even you and me, if you are not careful, there is a good chance that you will fall here. "Middle-aged humane.

"He should have a reason, he just didn't say it explicitly. The kid seemed to be getting along well with him, and I was relieved. And lest he run around on the battlefield of the Desperate Realm. I'm going to have to stay here for a few more days!" said Archduke Tamac.

The middle-aged man said: "It's okay, you can just let it go, the sun never sets, I and Rundstedt are here, and there should be no problems." However, I think Richard has good potential, and maybe it's worth absorbing him into that plan. ”

Grand Duke Tamack hesitated for a moment before shaking his head and said, "No, he is still too young after all. When he really shows his superior strength, let's think about it again. ”

The middle-aged man frowned and said, "But you must know better than me the significance of that plan by a great constructor. ”

"Definitely. But reliability should always come first. We cannot afford even one betrayal. Archduke Tamak said.

This reason finally convinced the middle-aged man, who shook his head and disappeared into the patio door.

The light that shone from the sky shines eternally on the city where the sun never sets, there is no day or night, and the passage of time is all prompted by the magic bells of the Eternal Dragon Temple. The bell rang three times before Richard became drunk, the boy had already fallen asleep on the ground, and the two strong men were also red. On such occasions, no one will use magic or vindictiveness to resist drunkenness. Seeing that Richard began to look sleepy, the two strong men immediately took their leave, and out of nowhere, several guards appeared and carried the drunken young man away.

The wine is gone, and the rest is still lonely.

At the end of the street hurried a woman in military uniform, most of her face hidden behind a leather mask. Richard glanced at her, then returned to his room, and closed the door. The woman went straight to Richard's residence, and when she saw Richard return to the house, she was stunned. She stood in front of the door and began to hesitate.

The door was still open and not locked, not even closed. There was a smell of alcohol and a faint sound of alcohol coming out of the door, and it seemed that Richard might have slept, or that he just didn't want anyone to disturb him at this time. The woman hesitated for a while, and finally put down her hand that was going to knock on the door, but took out a pen and paper, hurriedly wrote a letter, left an address signature on the envelope, and placed it on the stone platform at Richard's door.

When the woman had finished this, she turned and left. Two more people came in a hurry, and when they saw this, they walked around Richard's door a few more times, left two letters in the same place, and left.

After about a night, Richard walked out of the room and saw three letters on the stone platform. He opened them one by one, and found that the contents of the letters were all similar, basically describing his special needs for a certain type of construction, hoping that Richard would take it into account when drawing a new construction. If Richard was willing to meet their needs, they would have paid an additional sum on top of the regular price, and would have paid a lasting friendship and goodwill.

No one knows what Richard will do with his next build, according to normal procedures, Richard's build will be sold to the capital where the sun never sets, and then the marshal will distribute it to the strong who need it. In this process, the sun never sets will charge a small fee, but for the strong, this fee is not much. On the Peerless Battlefield, being able to get a suitable build for yourself one day earlier is equivalent to a little more hope of saving your life. So the powerful put forward their needs in this way, in order to impress Richard and create a structure that met their needs.

Richard read the three letters over and over again, but read many different flavors. Richard's ability to design and build builds has been proven time and time again, so the only people who can compete for his builds are the most powerful in the city where the sun never sets. All of their needs are designed for the most urgent or dangerous situations on the battlefield. Reading these requirements is like providing Richard with another perspective, which can get a glimpse of the experience of these powerful men and the experience of life and death. And the abilities they need are undoubtedly the most important special effects on the Peerless Battlefield.

These three letters, like three lights, illuminated a small stretch of road in an area in front of Richard.

Richard put down the three letters, thought for a long time, and then walked into the inner room. It was a rather large hall with a pile of stones piled up in the corner. Richard randomly moved a stone and placed it in the center, then took out a short knife made of Lafite's fine iron without any magic effects attached, held his breath, slowly lifted the knife, and then slashed it on the stone. The unremarkable knife fell, but immediately the stone chips flew, and the stone seemed to have been exploded, and immediately went to a large piece.

Richard was engrossed, a knife fell, fast and slow, light and heavy, sometimes a knife can take away more than a dozen catties of gravel, sometimes it is a dozen knives in a row, all carving a fine line. In Richard's body, all the bloodlines are running slowly, and they will always output a wisp of power, large or small, mobilizing Richard's various configurations, and finally mixing with the body and magic power, turning into a bland knife. With each sword, Richard is trying and practicing to mobilize, converge and exert the power of various attributes, as well as the attributes of each construct. In this way, his single sword can be as gentle as a flying feather or as violent as a volcanic eruption.

An hour later, Richard was sweating profusely and his fingertips were starting to tremble slightly. And in front of him, the original rock had now turned into a rat demon statue, and the ferocity, greed and ferocity of the flying moment were vividly depicted. Richard looked closely at his results and was finally quite satisfied. Perseverance in practice, fighting, and thinking finally improved his strength again. Although this is not a big improvement, it is significant. In the case of infinitely approaching the realm of the Magister, every bit of improvement in strength is very difficult.