Netheril’s Glory - Chapter 1106

[Chapter 1098 Curves]

“You ask me what I’m doing? Well… I just have nothing to do and go out for a stroll. After all, I think about it carefully, I haven’t eaten anything for tens of thousands of years, so I finally came to the Karamus Empire to taste it. There’s nothing wrong with the specialties here, right?”

Silently looking directly at the fat nobleman with a hard face, the cautious punk was silent for a few seconds, and then calmly said his so-called “reason to go out” while calmly controlling a piece of black bread from his body. The quartermaster next to him jumped into his hand.

“crunch”!

Biting off a corner of the bread, chewing the cold hard coarse flour lightly, feeling the fragrance of the wheat field blooming between the lips and teeth, tasting the nutrition of vitamins and minerals being released……

It must be admitted that although these breads produced by Iberfeld are hard and astringent in terms of taste, they are not as comfortable as a piece of metal chewing in the eyes of punk, but if you taste it carefully, it is not difficult to find that it is precisely Because of this blunt food processing method, ordinary hard bread can perfectly retain the delicious sweetness of malt. With the transformation and continuous generation of maltose, this pure natural flavor is actually still Quite dense and fragrant.

Of course, it is impossible for the hungry and cold refugees to have the opportunity to taste the aroma wrapped under the surface of the brown bread. After all, in order to avoid being robbed of the food, they must put whatever they can eat into their stomachs as soon as possible. It doesn’t make much sense for two legendary professionals to comment on the taste of this disaster relief ration standing on a noisy street. They are not interested in a piece of black bread…

In fact, until the whole piece of bread was slowly eaten up by the expressionless morning star mage, Donnella, who didn’t say a word, just patiently paid close attention to the “pale scepter” in the hands of punk, and the cold wind Blowing across the cracked bluestone floor, the flying dust rolled and swirled in the cold wind. Before you knew it, the “Wolf of the Star World”, who was a good gentleman at first, has now turned into a sculpture-like expression.

“This is the “rich reward” you got? Mr. “Temporary Alliance Leader”? This is the treasure that you have traveled all the way to Faerûn to pursue? How is it? Are you satisfied with your master’s “generousness”?”

Not without ridicule, he asked the hapless Morning Star Mage whose soul was obviously controlled by Messeur. The mockery in the punk tone was really undisguised.

Yeah, what a funny reality, isn’t it a matter of course that different legendary leaders have very different leadership styles?

If the policy method of the old red robe “Crimson Scepter” of the Zhentalin Society is the so-called “governance by inaction, a natural result”, then the “chairman” of the “Alliance of the Silent” is a typical “interchange of interests and cooperation” “Win-win”, as for Mr. “Archmage” of the Mage Guild… Maybe a long, long time ago, he was also a guy with the name of the shining throne like old Aiman who did not care about government affairs, but now, he is finally forced to Messour, who was on the brink of death, has turned into a dictatorial gambler who acts regardless of the consequences.

A gambler who has lost the red eye needs to use all means to obtain chips for him to continue to gamble. At this time, any “fool” who is not perfect in the judgment of the form will only be attracted by the so-called generous reward and finally become a living “chip” push. Going to the gambling table and now sighing helplessly in front of punk is a typical example.

He must have been self-isolating, living in seclusion in the astral world and never communicating with the outside world to obtain information. He didn’t realize that there was something wrong with his immediate boss, right?

“This is a “perfect reward”, Mr. Sai An, I can swear that every drop of blood flowing in my veins is “excited” because of the richness of this reward! Yes, that’s right! We were never enemies but allies, weren’t we? Trust me, I’m not far from being promoted to the next professional level, and then…”

In the face of the caster’s ridicule and ridicule, the tight-lipped Donnilla did not express his dissatisfaction and displeasure. He only hinted at his intentions and thoughts very vaguely once, and then continued to block the tower unswervingly. Just in front of the courtyard gate.

This is a very firm statement, but it is also a piece of nonsense that makes no sense.

The translation of what “Astral Wolf” wants to tell Punk is “I am now subject to others and can only obey orders to be this damn temporary leader, but I am about to level up, don’t make it difficult for me now, wait until I level up. Once you are freed from the shackles, you are my most iron buddy, how about we go to find some culprit together and settle the account together?”

Sounds exciting, doesn’t it? There is also an inspirational meaning of “30 years of Hexi, 30 years of Hexi, don’t bully young people and poor people”.

But if you think about it with a glass cover, you know it’s all bullshit!

Punk can guarantee that as long as the “Astral Husky” in front of him is free, what he will do is definitely run into the sea of chaos and hide for thirty or forty million years, and seek revenge for the Throne of Shining Sun? He won’t even pay back what he owes!

As the saying goes, when is the time for retribution?

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge in a billion years!

“…”

“I think I will have the opportunity to witness your so-called determination and will. I hope you can continue to fight as a qualified “leader”, but…not now!”

There was no drastic action or excessive rebuke. The punk with dark golden pupils, who had gradually extinguished, did not act directly because of Donella’s obstruction.

After all, the Karamus Empire is too close to the Sunburst Magic Tower of Mesur, and the “Astral Wolf” is not easy to deal with as a forty-sixth-level morning star mage. It is a bit unwise to rashly provoke a dispute before the news of Bian comes in……

Of course, the most important reason is because punk wants to deal with an ordinary morning star warrior who has no scheming and means, but it is not the only way to do it himself. Now that there is a troublesome guy guarding his own tower, Then it’s better to use another way to “save the country with a curve”.

Anyway, the purpose of Mage Morning Star and Priest God Stick was just to let the “Valkyrie” die, and the result of her death was the most important thing.

Don’t forget, not long ago, Ganatica, who had been traveling for a long time, had returned to the basement of the magic tower of “Whispers of Destruction”……