Cybertron stepped down from Alice Phil's guard and handed over to Denissa, who was more reliable than him. He ran to the city of Landun to do what he should have done. Walking on the stone road of Lan Dun City, slightly frosty and wet, Lan Dun City is indeed not very suitable for living, and the cold and damp wind blows, making people's bones cold. Fortunately, he was a Bourkeso, and looking at the pedestrians on the streets, who obviously outnumbered the monsters in Caernarfon, Cybertron was bored observing this city of racial melting pots.

He was thinking about what Alice Phil had said this morning.

finally let the other party know that he is not Lolitacon.,And it's an anti-Lolicon fighter.。 Cybertron received Alice Phil and told him to wander the streets, preferably to see a few of the more important guilds, gatekeepers, conglomerates, and nobles.

"Cybertron, your teacher told me, are you really only sixteen years old this year?" Alice Phil asked sternly.

"Uh...... You can ask Denisha next to you, my mother must be angry with her. My mother gave birth to me sixteen years ago, and this must be true. Cybertron didn't know what to answer, and scratched his hair and replied in a daze.

"Well, that's right, I can forgive the young man for his mistakes...... I heard that the first time you were forcibly ...... by a shrine maiden. Moreover, the technique is not bad, and the shrine maiden ...... That's what happened to you?" Three turns, Alice Phil's blackened expression that seemed to be smiling at the time, Cybertron still remembers.

"What do you mean, my good lady?"

"Nothing, you can go out and shop now. Well...... Don't let me hear any bad news, older women are more jealous. ”

“...... My Alice Phil, you're only twenty-six years old!"

"Do you have an opinion?"

"I mean it's still young!"

In this way, Cybertron was assigned a task that was supposedly only done on its own. When Alice Phil patted himself on the shoulder and said affirmatively, "I know you won't let me down," Cybertron felt more trust.

And, of course, how the blackened wife threatened herself - she was now going to worship at Landun Cathedral anyway, and she stopped by to meet the Patriarch. Because of his special beliefs (he doesn't take it seriously, others do), he doesn't go with him.

"What is there that I have to do...... What kind of place is this?" said Cybertron, holding a large bag of bread in his boredom, munching quickly under the surprised gaze of passers-by. This...... Performance art?

The inhabitants of Lan Dun have also eaten and seen it, but what have they not seen it? Reptile monster Niang, insect monster Niang, flying in the sky and throwing it on the ground. It's just this ...... looks good, but the food is not good. And is this amount of food proportional to the two giant swords behind him?

Cybertron, of course, has long been accustomed to the expressions of passers-by, and the way they retreat when they see themselves. The two swords behind him are like brushes, and it is the fault of the injured person who has been scraping and chasing the tail and forcibly holding the line these years, so he is listless and not afraid of someone touching the porcelain.

"This ...... No...... Could it be Lord Cybertron? Oh oh oh, what a coincidence—"

Before Cybertron could react, a guy he didn't know jumped out on the other side. It seems to be a little familiar, a tall young man. Of course, it is estimated that he is already an uncle in this era, and he has a beard that is more popular in his thirties. His brown hair is meticulously combed, and the only flaw may be him...... A scar on the handsome face. Dressed in delicate plate armor, he also seemed to know that he was a rich, well-armed knight, above the lord rank.

“...... Ah, hello......" Cybertron subconsciously greeted the other party, but the look in his eyes had betrayed him: Who are you, do I know you?

"Hehehe...... Yesterday I wanted to toast you, but you have already gone back with your wife. Walking up to Cybertron, the tall, mighty but graceful knight said, "Choupo, Splitter-I am a member of the Splitter's family, a lord of the Duke of Trust, a shield-bearer, and I am glad to meet you. ”

"Oh, hello. Cybertron nodded, and honestly said that his lingua franca was another test here. The lingua franca dialect of Lan Dun is somewhat different from that of Caernarfon.

"Looks like your breakfast isn't going well, why don't you eat it at home......?" Could it be that he was kicked out of the house by his wife?--those women are neurotic, and they like to think about everything. "Whether it's pretending to be or not, whether you don't know that you were attacked last night, whether you want to be close to yourself-

Cybertron admits that the handsome man with a scarred face has some affinity.

"Whew...... I came home late last night, and I was told this and that, I'm just a baron and I can't take my wife with me to the banquet, I'm going to work...... Although it is true that I drank some wine and got some of the woman's rouge smell. But this is work, work, what do girls chirp to know about men?"

"Hmm...... Yes, they are a bit neurotic, and women are crazy. Women of our tribe...... They are all crazy too. At this, Cybertron smiled bitterly. Thinking of those days when he was dressed in white like snow, coming and going like the wind, and swords and swords, Cybertron felt that it was rare that he was not crazy.

The two men found a common language in an instant.

"I didn't have breakfast either...... Hurry up and throw you away, why do you have a lot of money at home and eat so shabby?" walked to Cybertron's side, and the Splitter, who was in his thirties, instantly mingled with the teenage boy: "You're from the tribe, right? hehe...... Before I became a knight, I was not afraid that you would joke that you were a wandering merchant -- well, I invite you to a restaurant owned by a foreign......er! I want to get close to you, how about giving face?"

In dialect slang, the Fistbreaker said.

"Okay. This, finally met a "good person". At the very least, the Bulkeso people are born to recognize good and evil in each other, because the hunter has an innate ability to discern whether his prey has a plot or not.

I have long felt that the other party has other intentions, and the other party has shown sincerity when he recruits himself - there is no love and hate for no reason, so it is worth going to treat you like this.

I regretted going to Cybertron...... Or rather, surprise.

"Well, this is a monster bar, opened by the Italian people of Ya Pingning - it has a special style, at least I like it very much. He took Cybertron's hand and walked inside, and the Fist Splitter was really familiar: "And the girl here...... All welcoming!and all very hospitable. If you're being bullied by a woman at home, you're in the right place!

Isn't it just a brothel for monsters!