"Huh? That's okay. ”

Warren didn't notice anything wrong, he just wasn't very interested in charades.

But for today's task to be successfully completed

He scratched his head, pulled Julia uneasily, and came to the middle-aged stall owner through the eyes of everyone around him.

And Julia just let him pull herself, standing obediently behind Warren like a newlywed young woman who followed her husband out.

This scene stunned everyone, including Tina and the others.

Raya and Fran rubbed their eyes vigorously.

"Is this still the arrogant legendary female city lord?"

After confirming it repeatedly, the two glanced at each other and had the same idea.

"Love is such a strange thing."

Leah looked at the backs of the two with some envy, and couldn't help but think back to the young man who was at the door of the Dragon Bone Tavern, facing thousands of troops (the girl's imagination) and blocking herself behind.

"My lord, give it."

The stall owner flattered and handed Warren a container in the shape of a dice.

There was a hole in the middle of the dice, and Warren only had to use his arm to grab a random note in it, a total of three times.

These three notes are their game problems this time.

"I've always been lucky, why don't I come?"

Warren tried to talk to Julia.

"Whatever you want."

Julia turned her head and left behind such a sentence.

"Okay."

Warren was overjoyed and quickly put his hand into the hole.

But he flipped through it for a long time, and he didn't take out the first note.

Julia looked at Warren's strange behavior out of the corner of her eye, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Looking at his tangled expression, I don't know if I think Warren is really entangled in which question.

But Julia knew all too well what he was doing.

"If you grind and chirp like this again, I'm going back to the palace."

Julia turned her head, looked at the blue dragon who was deliberately delaying time, and said with an expressionless face.

At the same time, she also mentioned the treasure trove intentionally or unintentionally:

"By the way, it seems that I haven't worn the jewelry given by the Phantom Cloud Chamber of Commerce for a long time recently, so I just went to the treasure house to get it."

As soon as these words came out, the heart of the blue dragon Warren suddenly rose to his throat.

"That's good, that's good, I'm not a little entangled."

Warren smiled awkwardly, and with some reluctance, he took out three paper balls from the paper dice box.

"Whew-"

Seeing that the blue dragon had finally finished pumping, someone breathed a sigh of relief.

This person was none other than a middle-aged stall owner who had been holding large dice.

You must know that although the thing is not solid, it also weighs more than ten pounds, which is equivalent to two full barrels of mineral water.

Look, the stall owner who had been holding the dice just now began to tremble in his arms.

"You can open the slip of paper to see the anagram, there is no requirement for the order of answers, you can answer whichever you want first."

The stall owner said with a smirk as he rubbed his sore arm.

Of course, if you are an ordinary person to answer the question, there are many rules to follow, such as:

The distance between the two people must be at least 3 meters apart, and the note can only be read once when opened, and the questions must be answered in the order of drawing, etc

But in the face of the city lord and the suspected "male pet" of her, this stall owner didn't dare to ask for this, ask for that.

He just begged the two living ancestors to leave quickly.

"Then I'll open it."

Under the expectant gaze of everyone.

Warren slowly opened the first note, and Warren's eyes lit up with the delicate handwriting that slowly revealed on it.

As a rare blue dragon who likes to read, Warren has his own unique views on writing after hundreds of years of accumulation.

He subconsciously glanced at the stall owner, and sighed a little that the other party's words were actually not bad, and it was really a bit overkill to do word games.

But now was not the time to think about it, Warren lowered his head and read the anagram above:

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"With just a hundred of me, you can build an empire that moves the gods."

Hint: Race

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"Huh?"

Warren scratched his head.

The scope of this anagram is wide, but it is indeed not wide, after all, it involves a god level and suggests that it is a certain race, and there must be few qualified races in the entire star boundary.

But to say that it is small in scope is not very small, mainly because it is too general.

Before Warren opened it, he thought that he would just search for the counterpart in the Blue Dragon Legacy as required by the anagram.

But this somewhat general anagram makes Warren not only have to guess but also to be accurate to which race it is, which is not easy to determine.

After all, the inheritance of the dragon is not Du Niang, it is just a collection of information.

"Forget it, let's take a look at the other two first."

Warren shook his head and opened the other two:

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"No one is going to make a statue of a warrior with a panicked face, but if you see one, be sure to close your eyes and prick up your ears, because I'm right next to you."

Hint: Monsters

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"I'm as beautiful as a butterfly, but with the power of a dragon, we're lively and friendly stealth troublemakers."

Hint: Monsters

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"This"

Warren looked at the stall owner who was standing in place playing with his fingers with a sad face, and couldn't help but say:

"You're giving too wide a range of prompts, isn't it?"

Although there are no clear statistics, according to a stray data from the [Wizards of the Coast]:

There are more than 1.7 million types of monsters in the astral plane, and the number is still increasing at a rate of more than 100 races every year

(It is worth mentioning that the dragons play a very important role here, and their seeds are scattered throughout the astral plane, and the number of reptilian dragon-born races alone far exceeds the number of dragons as a whole.)

And the stall owner's prompt only wrote the word "monster", which is obviously a ghost to reduce the answer rate and save gift expenses, which is indeed a bit unkind.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm very sorry."

The stall owner kept bowing his head and apologizing with an embarrassed face, which was quite an apology for the nation.

Fortunately, Julia, who was standing not far away, was relieved in time:

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and express the words, I'll wait."

"This, okay."

Warren pondered for a while over the three notes, and when he saw the sentence "I am as beautiful as a butterfly" on the third note, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"I see!"

Warren clapped his hands, and then hurriedly looked for satisfactory accessories in the surrounding stalls.

Finally, at a jewelry stall, he found the item he was looking for, bought it and hurried back.

"This"

Watching Warren put a colorful butterfly clip behind his back, and then perform a "twitch" performance action there,

Tina and the others began to worry a little about the old blue dragon's mental state.

Luckily, Julia quickly understood what Warren meant.

Looking at Warren's antics and actions, Julia's big pale red eyes that seemed to be able to speak forced a smile, and blurted out to the clumsy imitator:

"Elven Dragon!"

Suddenly, everyone turned their heads to look at the stall owner collectively, and the latter breathed a sigh of relief:

"Congratulations, you got it right."

"Huh? Can this also be guessed? Fran and Raya were dumbfounded.

They still don't know the fact that Warren is a blue dragon, so they are shocked that Julia can guess the answer to the riddle after watching such an abstract performance.

And Warren, who had performed the flying pose of the elven dragon for a long time, finally breathed a sigh of relief and stopped vibrating the butterfly clip.

Julia clenched her fists excitedly, and a sense of accomplishment came over her, which made her look forward to the puzzle that lay ahead.

"Hurry, hurry."

She urged the silent Warren.

"Next question, hurry up."

Warren nodded, pondered for a long time between the first and second notes, and finally chose the second one.

For no other reason, Warren had been to the Dark Realms before and had read the Dungeon Survival Manual.

So he instantly saw that the information on the second note was from the fourth article of the survival manual.

With the experience of the last time, Warren is more comfortable this time.

He first went to buy a salamander lizard less than 10 centimeters long (a kind of animal pet, worth 1-5 silver coins).

Then he took the poor little fellow, who was trembling with the dragon's fear, to the river to pick a small wild flower, and then picked up a piece of gravel, and then returned to the stall.

This kind of weird behavior confuses everyone.

"What is he doing here?"

Liya couldn't help but be curious and whispered.

Everyone shook their heads in confusion, but Fran's eyes lit up, and she seemed to understand something.

However, she didn't say it directly, but waited for Warren to continue performing.

Good fellow, it won't be difficult for him at all!

I saw that the old blue dragon put the stones and flowers in front of Julia in turn, and finally put the little lizard at the end.

Then, he pointed to the stone and looked up at Julia expectantly.

"Stones?"

Julia tried to say.

Warren quickly shook his head, tapped the stone again, and then raised a finger.

"Stone!"

The clever Julia immediately understood what Warren meant.

Warren's eyes lit up, and he nodded quickly, and then pointed to the small wildflower and the salamander lizard that had been scared out of the urine.

"Flower" "Lizard"

Julia pronounced the words of Warren's prompts in turn, eventually connecting them together:

"Stone flowers. Petrified lizards? ”

"That's right!"

The stall owner, who had been watching for a long time, hurriedly stood up and congratulated.

Warren also gave a thumbs up to Julia, his eyes full of appreciation and encouragement.

The latter, on the other hand, raised his head proudly, and the corners of his mouth curled.

The crowd watching around was also manipulated by Warren, which successfully caused a jubilant exchange.

When someone plays this game in the future, everyone will follow suit.

Fran also smiled and said to everyone:

"It's a good idea to tell the number by gestures, and then narrow it down with homophones."

The women nodded their heads, understanding Warren's operation.

"The last question, though, seems to have stumped Mr. Warren."

Fran pointed to Warren, who was frowning, and whispered.

And that's exactly what happened.

Warren looked at the note in his palm, his brow furrowed.

"What is a hundred, a hundred?"

Just as the blue dragon was meditating.

suddenly

"Uhhh

A crimson firework exploded at the end of the dusk with a loud sound.

Countless red points of light formed a beautiful landscape in mid-air, attracting everyone's attention.

"With just a hundred fire dwarf slaves, I can build an empire that will move the gods."

As the fireworks went off, Ron's voice suddenly rang in Warren's ears.

In the next second, a delicate young figure appeared outside the crowd.

With his footsteps, he slowly walked towards Tina and the others.

The crowd of onlookers suddenly felt a soft fluctuation and gently pushed themselves to the side, making way for the teenager to take a straight path.

"This sentence comes from the Fire Djinn Lord, Pasha Axus Osaikua, although it is a bit boastful, but the actual situation is not bad."

Ron came up to Warren and said with a smile.

"You've got it, Ron, you're here."

Warren opened his hand and rushed excitedly at the teenager in front of him, almost leaking his plan.

Ron easily dodged the warm embrace from the blue dragon, the corners of his mouth curled, and patted him on the shoulder:

"Hey, hey, take it easy, man, your mission isn't done yet."

"Huh?"

Following Ron's gaze, Warren realized that Julia was still standing there.

She hung her hands behind her back and gently pinched the pale yellow hem of her skirt

She had been waiting for Warren to continue.

It doesn't matter if it's a game, or something else.

"But now that you're out"

Warren seemed to want to refute something, but Ron held up a finger to block the rest of the words.

"Don't say those sad words."

Ron lowered his head and whispered in his ear:

"I'm sure my friend isn't a ruthless dragon, and that's going to disappoint me."

The next second

Warren's body involuntarily came to Julia.

"Amount"

Warren scratched his head, not knowing what to say.

Instead, Julia generously took Warren's hand and turned her head to look at the stall owner:

"The answer to the third question is the fire dwarf, right?"

Only then did the sluggish stall owner react and hurriedly shouted:

"Yes, yes, congratulations, it's a gift"

As he spoke, the stall owner picked up the huge bear doll behind him and wanted to hand it over.

But before he could turn back, he was stopped by Ron with a smile.

Although Ron's human appearance looks ordinary,

But the stall owner naturally didn't dare to offend the characters who could talk to the city lord and laugh, so he could only laugh and ask in a whisper:

"Little brother, who are you?"

"No need to take it."

Facing the doubtful stall owner, Ron smiled and pointed to the back of Julia, who was forcibly leading the blue dragon away not far away.

Sunset

The streets are in a hurry, and the mixed crowd is as colorful and chaotic as the palette of life.

The figure of the two holding hands has gradually entered the torrent of life, special and ordinary.

Until they walked into the crowd, they could no longer see their backs clearly.

"She's gotten the best gift, hasn't she?"

(End of chapter)