As soon as the gray carriage curtain was lifted, Dearlandor jumped into the carriage. The hapless, battered carriage had been restored with the skill of Zoya's craftsmen, and it was almost unrecognizable that it had been half dismantled not long ago.

Achille held three layers of wooden lattice, each covered with star sand paper, and was carefully fanning the wind against the scroll on which the spell was written.

This is what Fayle asked the manager of this place before the meal just now. Because the manager was ordered to meet all the needs of the guests, he immediately went to buy hundreds of rolls of star sand paper.

Fayer took two bites of food and began to copy the magic scroll. Because there are so many copies that there is no time to dry. If other magic is added to the production of these ready-to-use scrolls, there is a high chance that they will fail, so the only way to speed up drying is to rely on the most primitive methods.

"Hey, stop copying, we're leaving. Deirlandor carefully avoided the scrolls that were littered with almost all the dead scrolls in the carriage, beckoning Fayer to prepare for his way.

"What? is this going to be?" said Fayle, looking up from his small table in surprise, "Aren't you waiting for dark?"

"It's just to walk over so openly and catch them off guard. If you really want to fight, you have to fight vigorously, so that the world can see who is the real dragon choose. weishenme is going to wait until it gets dark?"

"......" Fayle felt that Deirlando's attitude was a little different from before, and he glanced at Achille, meaning are you going to reveal your identity?

Diarrando smiled, patted Achille on the shoulder and said, "Boy, take good care of your sister and Dino, don't be too surprised by what you see today." ”

Although Achille felt strange, he still nodded obediently: "I'll take care of everyone, boss, where are you going? Take me, I can help! ”

"Just to visit one of my troublesome relatives and fix some of the remaining issues, it's not a big deal. You are tired enough to travel day and night for the past three days, so rest for half a day first. Tomorrow I will take you to the bazaar, and if you come to Bai Modi and don't visit the most complete and prosperous open-air market in the whole continent, you will come in vain. After comforting Achille with ease, Diarlando told Fayer to hurry up and jumped out of the carriage.

Shaklin's extravagant and exaggerated governor's carriage was now parked on the road outside the lawn. It was a double-decker carriage made of white sandalwood, and the outer walls were adorned with various white shell decorations and elaborate carvings. Twelve tall white horses pulled the carriage, and four charioteers in the uniform of the well-dressed coachman were two in the driver's seat and two hung by the door.

The elaborately carved carriage was thirty feet long, ten feet wide, and fifteen feet high, almost the size of a house. Shakollin's head dangled behind the window on the first floor, looking impatiently in Dearlandor's direction.

Seeing that Diarlando was going this way, the coachman immediately jumped down, opened the door, and crouched down in front of the steps to act as a human cushion. Diarlando snorted coldly, jumped slightly, and stepped directly into the carriage.

The interior of the carriage was far more luxurious than the outside, in fact the entire carriage was divided into three separate rooms. On the lower floor, there are spacious and comfortable two-row seats, surrounded by wine coolers, bookcases and other leisure facilities. Upstairs is a miniature lounge and changing room. It's not so much a horse-drawn carriage as it is a mobile suite.

Shakorin led Dearlando upstairs with excitement on his face, deliberately blocking the silk-covered hanger in the middle of the locker room as he entered the locker room.

"Big surprise~" After shouting, he lifted the cover behind him, revealing the super gorgeous dress that almost blinded Deirlando's eyes.

"The goddess is above......" Deirlandor covered his eyes with his hands in pain, and muttered in his mouth: "No, I will never be able to do it, I will not wear such exaggerated clothes." ”

It was a crisp white leather gown, and if you read it right, it was very similar to the one that Héré had given to Princess Loveland. The coat of arms and patterns of the Burmington family are embroidered with a fine silver special silk thread. Diamonds of all sizes are delicately encased in a pattern, and the perfect facets make these countless diamonds sparkle and are refracted from any angle.

The pants of the same material, which look very wrappy, are dyed a faint blue, and the seams are also intricately decorated. It was accompanied by a pair of white boots, which were decorated with some kind of transparent scales, which had a mother-of-pearl luster. A pair of silk gloves rests on the shoulders, and like the silk shirt inside, the most haode materials and craftsmanship are used.

The translucent cloak with a dreamy camouflage color resembles a handful of spring water, with no visible texture, hanging smoothly from the back of the garment, and moving like a mist.

"Wear it~ For the sake of me preparing for so long. How I wish I could walk down the street in such a gorgeous dress and make people look at me with admiration and adoration. But no matter how good I looked, I still looked like a monster in the eyes of ordinary people. Shakolin said that the truth was revealed later, and he lowered his huge head sadly. Watching Shaklin gently arrange the dress with his thick fingers, Diarlando suddenly understood his inexplicable fascination with himself.

As the most affected of the appearance of the totem knights, perhaps Shakolin has always longed to be a normal person deep down. Everyone has a love for beauty, but limited to the arrangement of self-generation conditions and fate, it will never be possible to project that strange desire onto other people.

"Alas...... Well, you go to another room for me, I don't want to be stared at by you while I change clothes. Dearlando was defeated by Shakolin's expectant eyes, anyway, it's just a dress, just take it off when you get into a fight.

Shacorin obediently went downstairs, leaving the locker room to Deirlando. After a quick change of clothes, Dearlando found that it was really exactly what Shaklin said, perfectly fitting and tailor-made.

Pulling uncomfortably at a formal dress that seemed to have not been worn in half a century, Diarrando stiffly pushed the door open and walked out. As soon as I went down the stairs, I saw Fayle, the mage's wide sleeves bulging with stuff, and he seemed to be ready for a big battle.

Although Fayer didn't say anything when he saw Diarlando's new clothes, there was a clear look of mockery in his eyes. Only Sha Corin screamed like a young girl in the middle of spring, "So handsome, so beautiful!" If it weren't for Diarrando viciously ordering him to shut up, it is estimated that he would have been howling like this until the Golden Dome Palace.

As soon as he sat down, one of the walls of the carriage's luxury box suddenly lit up, and Shaklin opened a small door on the wall, revealing that there was a small messenger station (note: an advanced magic communication device with multi-party call function). With Deirlando's permission, Shakorin activated the teleporter's resonance crystal, and Ruidan's anxious face immediately appeared on the magic projection chip.

"Big brother, what are you going to do? Our team is still on the way, wait until we get there and you will act!"

"Ruyidan, you are really well-informed, it seems that you have arranged a lot of people on Shaklin's side. ”

"Don't change the subject, big brother, you just go to the enemy's base camp alone, I'm too worried. ”

"How can it be a man? and I and Reseth!" said Deirlando, summoning the drake. So the picture that Ruidan Zuihou saw was a white young dragon that suddenly appeared and bit into the projection chip.

"Oh no!" Dearlando watched as Ryses unceremoniously ate the messenger table, and then remembered that this little thing liked to eat the resonance crystal inside. But it's too late to say anything now, and hopefully Ruidan won't be in too much of a hurry. A hard pinch of Ryseth's cheek as punishment, and Dearlandor felt sorry for his brother. Judging from the picture just now, he seems to be in the cabin, and he is probably leading people down the river and rushing here.

When Ryses was summoned, he was the size of a cat. Satisfied, it lay comfortably on Diarlando's lap, allowing its symbiote to scratch his chin for a while, almost purring like a cat.

The carriage moved smoothly, and passers-by avoided it wherever the governor's carriage passed. Shakolin's private house is about half an hour's drive from the Changhong Bridge across the Dopang River. The Golden Dome Palace is no different from other places, only the Governor's Palace has a teleportation room for direct teleportation, so no matter how anxious you are, you have to walk slowly from the ground at this moment.

Fayel didn't dare to sit on the side of the dragon, and Shakorin was driven to the farthest distance from him by Deirlandor, so at this moment the mage and the perverted knight were sitting opposite Dirrando, looking at each other.

"Fayel, Knight Shakorin said that Hray had built some kind of altar made of silver-gray metal in the Golden Dome Palace, do you think that is a soul furnace?"

The mage nodded and said, "It's very likely, but it's best to confirm it on the spot." ”

"What is a Soul Furnace, and what is it for?" asked Shakolin curiously.

"Some kind of evil device that will turn the souls of the living into what they want. Has there been a large number of people missing from White Mordy lately?" Dearlandor explained briefly, and then suddenly thought of those human souls in the body of the false starlight dragon last time.

"Missing? Someone is missing here every day. But it is true that the number of homeless people, thieves, and beggars in the city has been decreasing rapidly. It is said that they were all recruited by the people of the Golden Dome Palace, saying that they wanted to purify their souls and improve their level or something. I haven't paid much attention to the dregs of society, and their existence is the source of the unrest in law and order, and it is good that they are all gone. Shacorin pouted disappreciatively and replied to Deirlando.

"That's right, in a way they were uplifted and purified, turned into pure liliang or magic. Fayer nodded in agreement, the last time he killed the Red Warty Dragon, Fekelen will definitely try to concoct a new one. To create such an unconventional giant demonic creature, a large amount of human souls must be consumed.

And in the city in front of us, there is a lack of everything, that is, there is no shortage of people. It's populated by more people than the largest city in Bran I've ever seen.