While Rogge was still heading towards Lille City where he stayed overnight at Xiaoxing, Aite was dressing up carefully. wwW.QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO.comDark blue is the fashionable color among nobles this year, and he also specially customized a dark blue cloak. Under the cloak is exquisite dark green mail, and the golden piping shows the owner's youth and wealth. Combined with the magician's logo on the corner of the cloak, Aite's identity as a dual practitioner of magic and martial arts is readily apparent.
The two-handed giant sword has also been remade, and several smooth golden patterns extend from the hilt to one-third of the sword body. This newly added pattern has no special function, it is just beautiful. Faith couldn't help but sigh while making it for him, and in the end he viciously took 200 gold coins from Eter. Since the completion of Rogge's armor 'Reincarnation' and battle ax 'Soul Binding', Faith has made a rule that all bosses of 'Hammer of War' must pay money if they want to build equipment. Of course it's just a cost, you don't have to pay it if you want, it will be deducted directly when dividends are distributed.
Et carefully arranged his clothes and put a little perfume behind his ears. It is said that this kind of "Cartierine Poetry" perfume can stir up the passion of the most indifferent women, so it is extremely expensive. Ete spent thirty gold coins and only bought a small bottle. He would never be willing to use it until the critical moment of limelight. But tonight was different. Isabella finally agreed to have dinner with him, which made Etter's heart, which had been in flowers for a long time, very happy.
Since Wu Huan was dragged to War God's Hammer, Isabella no longer has to clean up Aite's room, which makes Aite extremely distressed, and she can't offend Wu Huan, who has a weird temper. He could only seize the opportunity to continue harassing Isabella when she went to the church three days a week to help. Now that there was hope for success, how could he not be well prepared
Seeing that it was still early, Aite carefully adjusted his appearance in front of the mirror. The man in the mirror is tall and handsome, with a bit of ruggedness. There is a faint scar on the left side of his face, which adds a bit of heroic charm. His lips are a little thicker, but it doesn't matter, he looks more masculine. Aite was very satisfied with his appearance. The only thing he was dissatisfied with was that time passed too slowly and the sun just hung in the sky and refused to go down. He walked around the room, posing in front of the mirror from time to time to check whether he was really tall and handsome.
Finally, the night fell, and Aite immediately ran to the door excitedly, loudly asked the servant to prepare the horse, and then left with the clear sound of hoofbeats all the way.
An inconspicuous post car stopped at the door of a very luxurious hotel. The waiter at the door was obviously well-trained and still greeted him enthusiastically. He opened the door very gracefully and bowed quite a bit. Half a minute. A short man wearing a black hooded cloak got out of the car, looked at the hotel and the waiters, and said with a satisfied smile: "This 'Helen' hotel always makes people feel so comfortable! Last time I came here That was half a year ago.”
Two more people got out of the car. The first one had short, light blond hair and deep and calm blue-gray eyes. The person behind him had straight, rare black shawl hair. His face was so handsome that he was even a bit demonic. At first glance, his eyes looked like those of the night sky. Black, if you look closely, you can see the deep blue in it. These two people are Kate and Franco. After achieving some achievements in divine fighting spirit, Kate's entire temperament also changed, and she looked divine and solemn in every gesture.
"Bishop Hart, since arriving in the city of Lille, the brothers have never had much money. Now that the business of 'Hammer of the God of War' is good, I dare to ask Bishop Hart to come out and talk about it. If it weren't for 'Helen', ordinary little How does a place deserve Bishop Hart’s status?” Franco said intimately.
The person in the cloak is none other than Bishop Gerard Hart, who has awarded honors to nobles and villains and showered them with holy water. Under the guidance of the waiter, the three of them went straight to the fifth floor and found a small, quiet room to sit down.
This room was a little smaller, but it faced the busiest neighborhood in Lille. Looking out the window, it was full of lights, feasting, and lively. The room has retro-style tableware decorated with complicated and gorgeous patterns. Fortunately, there are very few furnishings in the room, only a table, four chairs, and a cabinet for hanging coats, so it doesn't seem crowded. Hanging on the wall is a work by a master painter who went crazy in his later years. It is of course a copy. In the eyes of experts like Franco, this imitation has captured the charm of this master and is definitely worth a lot of money. However, in the eyes of Kate and Bishop Gernard Hart, this painting is just an inexplicable pile of color blocks. Just together.
There is a small magic circle carved under the carpet of the hut, which can completely prevent the conversations in the house from spreading outside the range of the magic circle. This is the real value of this cabin. The cost of maintaining a magic circle is very high, even for this small magic circle with simple functions. Therefore, ordinary rich people would not dare to eat food and coffee in this kind of room.
The dishes are very simple. After the appetizers, there are just a few seafood dishes and just one fish, which is absolutely fresh. The city of Lille is quite far away from the sea on all sides, and it is winter again. These seafood must be transported all the way from the sea by fast horses without stopping, so that they can maintain such a fresh taste. If it has been frozen, the taste will be very different.
The wine was more than seventy years old, so that was all. The maid who came in to serve the food turned out to be a half-elf slave. The elves don't have much contact with humans, so mixed half-elves are even rarer. Half-elves are all handsome in men and stunning in women. They are excellent collections for various dignitaries. At this moment, there is a half-elf girl as a waiter, which greatly exceeds the expectations of the three people present.
Just as the three of them were hesitating, a man knocked on the door and came in. This man was not tall, but a little fat. He could fit two Francos inside. Even if she is tall and strong like Kate, it is no problem to fit one and a half into it. The big fat man had a sincere and cheerful smile on his face, and he chased after Rogge. When he came in, he greeted Kate and Franco with a familiarity.
"These two must be Knight Kate and Knight Franco. They are indeed handsome and elegant, with extraordinary style! The villain Jing Ge is now managing 'Helen' for my boss. As for this gentleman, although I don't know him , but at first glance, it seems that he has been in a high position for a long time and has a good demeanor. Standing in front of you, even a villain seems to be able to get a little bit of the glory of God! Is it possible that sir is a master of light magic? "
Genard Hart is just an eighth-level priest. He can only use light magic up to the fourth level. He can't even be called a midfielder, let alone a master. But the fat man Jing Ge, who had never met before, discovered that he was using light magic when they met. He was extremely happy at the moment. Could it be that he didn't know that magic power had been greatly improved recently
Bishop Gernard Hart immediately had a favorable impression of Jing Ge, but Kate and Franco were suspicious. Jing Ge felt that the two of them looked unkind and immediately said: "The villain's boss is Mr. Stanich. My master was very happy after receiving the goods ordered from the 'Hammer of the God of War' the day before yesterday. I specially ordered the villain to invite the 'God of War' "A few adults came to Helen's for entertainment, and I told them that if they patronize Helen's in the future, they will be halved. Before the villain could invite me in person, I didn't know that the two of them had already arrived at the shop. Haha, villain I have described their appearance in detail to every servant, so as soon as the two of you arrive, the servants will immediately inform the villain."
Only then did their doubts disappear. Kate smiled and asked, "Where is your Mr. Stanich?"
Jing Ge replied: "My master made an appointment with Marquis Abbiati today. It seems he is going to the Night Elf."
Franco and Kate looked at each other and laughed secretly, making Jing Ge confused.
After Jing Ge left, the three of them drove away the half-elf maid and began to discuss while eating. Bishop Gernard Hart pinched the half-elf's breasts hard, causing her to scream in pain, and then he let her go with satisfaction.
The Bishop was very satisfied with the food here. He cleaned almost the entire plate of silver ice shrimps by himself, and also ate most of the sturgeon, a specialty of the Arctic Sea. Kate and Franco praised the Bishop a lot, and they were quite restrained at first. Later, when they saw the way the Bishop was eating, they began to flatter him unscrupulously. After a while, they took pictures of the Bishop, who has great magic power, not to mention the popularity. The Cardinal is at his fingertips, and even the Pope is not without ideas. Unexpectedly, this flattery touched the heart of the bishop. He raised his head and took a sip of wine, washed down the sturgeon meat in his mouth, then put down the glass and let out a long sigh.
It turns out that this bishop is fifty-one years old this year and has been following Cardinal Burke for twenty years. He has been Burke's number one confidant for many years. In the diocese of the Principality of Bavaria, he is the leader of one person and the leader of all. role on. Cardinal Burke is fifty-seven years old. He became a cardinal seven years ago and was granted the title of Diocese of the Duchy of Bavaria. Back then, Burke was also the second youngest red archbishop. He had profound attainments in light magic. His sixteenth-level magic attainment was said to be second only to the Pope in the church. However, after seven years, Burke's ranking among the cardinals did not rise but fell, slipping from eighth to eleventh. The Pope has repeatedly criticized Burke for his inability to extend the divine light of the Church of Light to the entire Rhine League. expressed strong dissatisfaction.
The battle at the Temple of Oedi turned out to be a joy to Burke. The saintly girl Wella, who came from nowhere, actually has sixteen levels of attainments in light magic at such a young age. Given time, it is not impossible for the Church of Light to have a female pope. However, after the death of Cardinal Brun, the Pope actually promoted a thirty-six-year-old, unknown bishop to fill the cardinal's position. During the ceremony to bestow upon the cardinal the robe, the man actually showed a level of seventeenth level of divine power, which shocked Burke again. According to Burke's original plan, the Pope was only a sixteenth-level divine power, and he was already ninety years old. Presumably, his attainments in light magic were not advancing but retreating. Although Burke himself had not improved in recent years, he was already aging and increasingly confused. The Pope is not a problem yet. But as soon as this person appeared, Burke's original wishful thinking immediately came to nothing. From then on, he began to amass wealth and indulge in self-destruction.
After Pope Burke was hopeless, he turned his anger on Bishop Hart, scolding him for only bragging and flattering, with low spiritual power and ineffectiveness in doing things. Hart was also extremely aggrieved. If Cardinal Burke didn't like this, how could he dare to flatter him every day? Is there ever a time when Burke was not photographed comfortably? As for your low spiritual power and ineffectiveness in doing things, you already knew this twenty years ago. Why do you only think of it today? Of course, Hart only dared to complain in his heart, but still flattered Burke so much that he patted Burke again until he felt comfortable all over, and then left.
But since then, Burke has turned to vigorously promoting new people. Now the two bishops tied with Hart are less than forty, but they are shrewd, capable, and powerful. They are both level 12 light mages. Whatever important matters Burke had, they were slowly handed over to these two people, while Hart had already been left out in the cold.
Bishop Gernard Hart's talent is indeed limited, and it took him two hours to finish talking about this matter. By the time Kate and Franco finally figured it out, Bishop Hart was already drunk and fell on the table unable to get up.
Kate helped Bishop Hart and walked upstairs. Franco followed behind and whispered: "Compared to the other two bishops, Bishop Hart is no longer powerful. We are so dedicated to recruiting him, and it costs a lot of money. Is it worth it?"
Bishop Hart, heavy as it was, was nothing to Kate. Kate shook her head and lowered her voice: "My father has repeatedly told me that those in high positions, no matter how incompetent they seem, must be outstanding. We have also met the other two bishops. , they are indeed energetic, young and promising, but I always feel that they are too sharp and arrogant. Even if we go to collect a lot of gold coins, people may not necessarily have a place for us in their hearts. If anything happens If you beg them, you will definitely have a different face when the time comes."
Franco suddenly realized, "You are right. Now that I think about it, Bishop Hart is much more measured in his actions. Although the bishop is also greedy for money and lust, he does not make excessive demands. Haha, this is just snobbish on my part. The other two When a bishop is on the rise, he will definitely look down on us."
Kate went up to the sixth floor at this time. At the waiter's signal, she pushed open the door of a luxurious customer room, placed Bishop Hart on the sand, and then said: "Yeah, anyway, we don't need much help from the church now. From the perspective of friendship alone, Bishop Hart is more trustworthy to me."
Franco asked the waiter to call the half-elf girl and told her to serve Bishop Hart well, and then he and Kate pushed the door open and left.
The half-elf girl took off the clothes of the drunk Bishop Hart and went to the bathroom to put in hot water. As soon as she left, Hart turned over and sat up. He looked at the door where Kate and Franco left, nodded and smiled with satisfaction, and then lay down on his back to enjoy the tenderness of the night.
Late at night is when the "night elves" are most popular. The exclusive parking square at the entrance is full of grandeur. Whenever night falls, this square must be filled with all kinds of luxurious carriages. Those who are rich and small and have no money to decorate their carriages and horses will be embarrassed to pass by this place at this time. However, at this moment, two unadorned carriages were parked at the gate of the "Night Elf". One fat and one thin got off the carriages. They looked at each other and smiled when they met, holding hands and talking happily, and entered the gate together. They are the wealthy Stanich and the Marquis of Abbiati.
The driver of the two looked quite arrogant, and a waiter guided them to park the carriage in the small parking lot in the backyard of the "Night Elf". Although "Night Elf" offers all-inclusive services, its flesh and blood business is too famous, and those nobles with real status yearn for it, but on the surface they have to pretend to be disdainful of patronizing it. The only time they come here is to do it secretly. Like being a thief. The small parking lot in the backyard is specially designed for these people. The vehicles in the parking lot are plain and unpretentious, with no decorative heraldry or anything like that. But the aura of wealth and nobility could not be suppressed from the divine steeds of the horses pulling the carts.
Stanich and the Marquis of Abbiati have known each other for many years, and they have also been at odds with each other overtly and covertly. Stanich's success lies in his great financial situation and abundant income. The Marquis of Abbiati has a long family history, a vast territory, a wealth accumulated over hundreds of years, and countless priceless heirlooms of all kinds, so he has never been at a disadvantage.
The two booked the most magnificent room in the "Night Elf" and discussed this year's harvest in the Marquis territory. This room is not so much a suite as it is a small mansion. The hall is enough for a party for thirty to fifty people, and there are three bedrooms, each with its own bathroom. The interior is as large as the crystal magic chandelier and as small as the porcelain plates with fruits on the table, which are not affordable for an average person.
Over the years, 60% of the grain and other crops in the Marquis' territory have been sold to Stanich. The two agreed on the price and quantity at the beginning of the year, and then delivered them during the harvest season. Stanich only had to pay 10% of the full price in advance. For the Marquis, in this way, most of the harvests in the territory will have a fixed income, and he no longer has to worry about buying and selling. On the one hand, Stanich ensures adequate supply of goods. On the other hand, he also has enough manpower and experience to cope with fluctuations in market food prices. In fact, since Mr. Stanich monopolizes more than half of the principality's new grains, a large part of the domestic grain price trend depends on his expression.
Due to years of cooperation, the two settled this year's contract issue in just a few words, and tonight's main event took place.
A delicate maid led a row of enchanting girls into the hall for the two of them to choose from. The "Night Elf" action was indeed extraordinary. Among these girls, there were actually two half-elves and a real dark elf! The dark elf's shoulders were branded with magic symbols, which were obviously used to suppress her magic and control her to prevent her from escaping. As for the other human girls, some are pure, some are charming, some are elegant, some are pitiful, their expressions and behaviors are all different, and they are all the best of their respective types.
The two gave each other some humility, and in the end Stanich took the lead. The big fat man stretched out his hand and pointed at the dark elf. Abbiati raised his eyebrows, knowing that this fat man had bad intentions. The female dark elf is not only a natural magician, but also an excellent warrior. Although the captured dark elf was controlled by unknown methods, its natural physical strength and reaction advantages are still there. If you want to conquer this place in the world, Waiting for a fairy cannot be described by the word '**'. In the past, this fat man looked useless, and he could only spend a cup of hot tea. How could he dare to pick this goblin? Is he really getting stronger with age, or has he found some holy nourishing product? The Marquis was scheming and suspicious, but with a calm face, he clicked on a pitiful girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old.
Stanich was also shocked. The girl was also an untamed character known as the "Night Elf". She looked innocent, but was actually very aggressive. If the man behaved worse, she would definitely yell at him afterwards and spread it widely. However, because of this, all the nobles and wealthy people were proud to conquer her, and from then on, they became popular.
Gently twirling a huge ring on his thumb, Stanich suddenly felt at ease. This ring is exquisitely made and has an exaggerated shape. The huge kerosene diamond is even more eye-catching. This was the design plan that Rogge personally made before he left, and it satisfied every corner of the big fat man's heart. Stanich laughed "haha" and pulled the dark elf into the room.
Watching the fat man disappear into the bedroom, Marquis Abbiati unconsciously twirled a ring on his middle finger with his thumb and sneered at the corner of his mouth. This ring is made of two-tone gold, with a row of fine fire diamonds inlaid with the letters of the Marquis' name. The entire ring is inconspicuous, winning purely for its beautiful lines and simple design, which is exactly what Franco set out to do.
The boundless spring color spreads in the room. Their bedrooms were deliberately left open, and bursts of heart-shaking screams and moans came and went, reflecting each other.
Half an hour passed silently like water. A waiter quietly pushed the door of the hall open, and it was still thrilling to hear the fierce fighting inside. With a look of envy and disbelief, he quietly closed the door.
In the swaying of the magic flame, Stanich felt that the scenery in the entire room seemed to be shaking slightly. He was already panting and sweating profusely. The dark elf beneath the body has collapsed limply, and the dark, delicate and smooth satin-like skin is covered with large beads of sweat. At this time, she was no longer able to cooperate with Stanich's movements. She just lay there helplessly and allowed Stanich to sprint wildly.
Stanich also had troubles that he couldn't tell. Although he was supported by the magic ring of the Hammer of War and the Fountain of Youth, he was not made of iron after all. At most, he was made of iron on the outside but still had a glass core on the inside. After holding on for so long, why is the old boy opposite still so full of life? Is there anything weird about it
Finally, Stanich could no longer hold on, and the bull roared several times, letting out a burst of energy. He stopped breathing for a moment and listened carefully. There was no sound at all, and he couldn't help but feel overjoyed. The dark elf under him said feebly: "Over there, it was over five minutes ago. Are you really a human being?" Stanich laughed wildly, and his fat body jumped lightly to the ground, inside the room. Cups and dishes clinked loudly.
He put on his clothes indiscriminately and rushed into the hall happily. He saw the Marquis of Abbiati, his face ashen as death, sitting on the sand panting. The little beauty next to her seemed to have no bones, leaning softly on the Marquis, her eyes half-opened and half-closed, and her expression was gone. Stanich has been firmly suppressed by the Marquis of Abbiati in martial arts for many years. This time he took revenge, and he felt extremely happy.
Stanich glanced at the magic hourglass on the wall and saw that it was frozen at one hour and five minutes. He couldn't help but smile like a flower again. Although the Marquis was angry and annoyed, he had gained a lot by keeping the little goblin around him docile. The two looked at each other, both puzzled by the other's sudden bravery. They accidentally saw the ring on the other's hand. The bright red color of the fire diamond made their hearts skip a beat. But they are all old treacherous people, and none of them will tell this.
Finally, the fat and thin people took a breath and calmed down, put on their clothes and left. The waiters in the corridor and foyer looked at the two with shock and envy, which greatly satisfied the vanity of the fat and thin people. As soon as the two left, the two little goblins were surrounded by the waiters and maids, who kept interrogating them. The supervisor of the night elves also heard the news and hurried over. The two little goblins were in a state of mental distress, as if they had been there for several days. He looked sleepless; his hands and feet were weak, and he had to be helped to walk. When everyone saw this, various versions of rumors naturally started to fly in the sky.
This kind of thing spread most quickly among the nobles.
In the afternoon of the second day, the theme of the afternoon tea party in almost every respectable aristocratic home was the story of Stanich and the Marquis Old Tree Bud, who bravely conquered the two "night elves". Countless ladies and ladies who had heard the story sat in carriages and hurried to visit relatives and friends so that they could tell the amazing news from their own mouths.
The houses of Stanich and the Marquis of Abbiati were suddenly crowded, and countless so-called friends from the past and present asked to visit. More nobles left name cards at the concierge, hoping to get invitations to afternoon tea or dinner at the right time; if possible, they also hoped that the two of them could be honored to attend their family gatherings. As for those nobles who were not qualified enough to be invited, they tried their best to find out about their relatives and then visited them, hoping to get bits and pieces of gossip.
The night fell again amid rumors. The two supporting characters of the evening rumor, the two goblins of the "Night Elf", announced at the same time that they would take a week off and not see any guests. It was like throwing a torch into the dry forest after autumn, and the flames of rumor immediately burst into flames.
Stanich and Abbiati were happily troubled. The two of them never imagined that a one-night romantic competition would end up like this. They were just not familiar with each other, and some family friends who had been friends for decades were not easy to fight. The two couldn't stand the endless torture day and night, and finally confided the secret to a few of their closest people on the third day.
The price of fire diamonds suddenly skyrocketed on the market, and so did fine gold. The number of visitors to "Hammer of the God of War" suddenly increased, and there was an endless flow of people coming and going. Various carriages crowded the entrance of "Hammer of the God of War", and the carriage drivers often had quarrels in order to compete for a seat.
Rogge, who had just rushed back to the capital, was standing at the other end of Fifth Avenue in a dusty state, looking in disbelief at the "forest" lined with densely packed carriages at the entrance of the 'Hammer of the God of War'. He rubbed his eyes and took a closer look. Only then was he convinced that this was really Fifth Avenue and that the three-story building in the carriage forest was really the Hammer of War. (Quanben Novel Website www.QUaNbEn-xIAoShUO.com)