Listening to the rudeness of the fat man, Masteul's face was cold, and he wanted to attack. Ronie hurriedly reached out and pressed him, and whispered, "I'll come." ”

"Since the price of the No. 1 private room will no longer increase, then the final winner will be the distinguished guest of the No. 9 private room. "It turned out to be a coward who shrunk his eggs, and the master of ceremonies despised it in his heart, he hated the guy who didn't have eggs the most, except for himself, of course.

"Boy, you are really naïve to come to the kiln without money. "The fat man was drunk, and he was still showing off like a victor. He was a big salt merchant from the coastal city of Taranto, with a lot of money, and he was entertaining several high-ranking officials of the palace province to prepare for the development of business in the palace.

He was not a reckless person, but he was in a good mood today, drank a few more glasses, and everyone at the table said that the kid was not a big man, so he acted a little presumptuously.

"Get her here. The steward in the audience commanded softly, and the old mother who had just greeted the guest quietly told him something, so that he couldn't wait to stop the mouths of those guys immediately.

The guests felt pity that the beautiful Yukhali had fallen into the hands of such a rough man, but they had finally seen a good show, so they sat back contentedly while talking to each other.

But the show was not over, and there was a sudden sound of "slow" from the No. 1 private room.

"Distinguished guest, everyone is gone, what else is going on?" Now even the young man who served as the master of ceremonies felt that they were making trouble unreasonably, and there was a thin ridicule in their tone.

"I want to bid again. Ronie said indifferently, and no one recognized him through a layer of drape. And even if he was an official in the same dynasty, he knew that Duke Tulip was not involved in the wind and moon, and he didn't associate his voice in that direction at all.

"This ......" The young master of ceremonies looked hesitant, there was no such precedent in the building.

"You and I are married, right?" Instead, it was the fat salt merchant in Room Nine. scolded unhappily, "Then the master will ......compete with you," he beckoned his servant to hand over a brocade box, took out two white night pearls from it, put them in the flower basket, and slid his hand down, shouting at the same time. "Beauty with pearl, it's your turn!"

"The VIP of the No. 9 private room, bid a pair of night pearls, worth ...... Very high. Before waiting for the steward's appraisal, the master of ceremonies spoke first, but when it came to value, he was stuck, and the training he received was up to the "host", and did not involve the "valuation" course.

But anyway. The price of a pair of night pearls is very expensive, and thousands of gold coins may not be able to buy them. It is also an extremely rare enchantment material, which is very useful in both water and wind magic.

"Senior brother, what are you ......" Mastur looked at Ronneruo, saw him snort coldly, and untied the bayonet sword at his waist.

The standard length of three feet and three inches, the blade is thin and narrow, like the sting of a rose. The name of the sword. It is a "yellow flower of tomorrow", and the first half is as white as the first snow. The second half is the bright yellow of tulips, and the hilt and gauntlet form a perfect half-arc, and the sword is like a flower blooming.

Ronello placed his sword horizontally in the basket and pushed it with his hand, and the basket slid down to the front of the stage, attracting everyone's attention.

"Distinguished guests in the No. 1 private room. Bidding for a long sword, the value - "The dedicated, emcee, is stuck again." There was no way, the steward was under the stage, desperately glaring at him. Compared with the mouth shape, the boy distinguished for a long time, and finally drew a scoop according to the gourd, and read it out,

"Value...... Citylink. ”

"Why?" the fat salt merchant, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, was still scolding and scolding. But no one around responded, and even the people at the table subconsciously turned their bodies sideways and looked at him with a kind of pity.

The moment they saw the "Yellow Flower of Tomorrow", the vast majority of the guests immediately understood the identity of the person in the No. 1 private room. If the name of Duke Tulip is not loud enough, then what about the deputy marshal of the three armies of Buyada and the chief instructor of the Royal Forest Army?

Otherwise, what about the legendary warrior, the sword saint Ronero?

"He has a broken sword, how can he compare it to my Night Pearl?" cried out the fat salt merchant angrily. Before the words fell, an official with black beard and black hair next to him pulled it back, then walked to the railing, arched his hand in the direction of the No. 1 private room, and apologized, "He lost his words after drinking, and he hopes that the lord will atone for his sins." ”

Ronello didn't speak, but lifted the curtain and glanced left and right. When the guests on the floor saw him appear, they bowed down to pay their respects. As the only legendary powerhouse in the Buyada Empire, Duke Ronello has an extraordinary status, and his appeal is even stronger than that of King Anobi II.

Ronnero nodded slightly, lowered the drape, and walked back to the table on his own. He still had the power to remain, and those guests no longer dared to make loud noises, and even their laughter and laughter were a little lower. The steward obediently sent the stabbing sword and Yukari to the No. 1 private room.

"Senior brother," seeing this scene, Mastur was dumbfounded, hurriedly came over, and stammered, "The teacher is too unreliable, and I will rely on you in the future." ”

"What do you mean I'm unreliable?" said Asurin, furious, and threw his half-eaten leg of mutton at him.

Mastur smiled, stretched out his index finger, and tapped it lightly on the flying lamb bone, and the leg of lamb bent abruptly and landed precisely back on the plate in front of Asurin.

"You little rabbit cub, if you don't want to follow the old man, just get out of me!" Asurin scolded with a smile, and immediately straightened his face, admonishing, "If you want to take the last step, the tempering between life and death is essential...... Go with your brother, and he will help you arrange the training. ”

"This ...... It's too much of a hurry. Mastur stole a glance at the Yukari at the door, his crotch ready to move. The girl had just arrived, and he hadn't had time to enjoy it yet.

"Well," said Roneruo, smiling, getting up, "you come to my house tomorrow morning, and I'll talk about it later." ”

"Without further ado, it's better to set off overnight," but Asurin solemnly vetoed, "Rabbit cub, don't rub it off, let's go with your senior brother." ”

"Old man, you don't want to break me up and ......," Mastul looked at him suspiciously, omitting the second half of the sentence, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"Shut up!" Asurin scooped out a long package from behind him, threw it over, and said in a muffled voice, "You'll be yours." ”

When Mastur opened the package, he saw that it was a long sword of simple shape, with lacquered wood as the sheath and carved jade as the handle, about three feet five inches. He slowly pulled out the blade of his sword, and a cold air rushed to his face, and the clear light in the room was stirring, like a long river, and the water waves flowed.

"Dead water?" Ronello was slightly surprised, isn't this the teacher's sword?

Mastur was stunned for a moment, then immediately hugged it tightly in his arms and muttered, "Okay, you even took out the 'dead water', I'll leave immediately." ”

"Come, girl, drink with me. Asurin ignored him and greeted Yukari with a smile, but there was a touch of sentimentality in the depths of his eyes.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (First update.) ）