I went out to buy dictionary at night, and in a city where the situation was a bit chaotic, and I also looked like an Intis. This is indeed quite dangerous... No, I can't wear these gloves all the time...Danitz was stunned for a few seconds, then raised his hand suddenly, unbuttoned his gloves, and tried to remove them.
He was just halfway through this movement, and suddenly stopped again. He looked at Anderson, glanced at the black gloves worn by the other party's left palm, and put on the boxing gloves again with a dry smile.
I think that in the Southern Continent, the most important thing here is your own strength.Danitz added with a smile on his face.
Anderson's expression did not change at all, and he still stroked his chin and said:
Then what are you going to do?
Danitz pointed to the stairs and said:
I plan to find the hotel owner and borrow his dictionary. I think he will not teach his children to speak frankly.
This is an idea, but even if there is a dictionary, you will not be able to learn it in a short period of time. Even if you only master a small number of vocabulary, it is quite difficult. After all, this is two systems with the language of the Northern Mainland.Anderson said, "I'd better give you a solution. Your captain should have taught you some ritual magic in the realm of "God of Knowledge and Wisdom"?"
right.Danitz nodded without thinking.
Anderson slapped his palms:
Then I can teach you a new ritual magic, and gain the ability to understand, recognize and write in a week by praying to the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.
Danitz shook his head without hesitation:
I believe in the 'Lord of the Storm', not the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom'. Some of the previous ritual magics were able to receive responses because of the captain's relationship.
Speaking of this, he glanced at Anderson:
Didn’t you be born in Segar, raised in Lenburg, and you were classmates with the captain?
Then you should also be a believer of the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom'. Isn't that more appropriate and effective way to hold the ceremony?
Anderson shook his head and said with a smile:
As believers, only a very small number of people can truly receive a response.
He thought for a moment and thought:
The best way is to ask the pastor and bishop of the Knowledge Church to help them make some talismans. Well, I remember that there are several missionaries from Lenburg in Berens Harbor. Why not visit us tomorrow...
Danitz was about to answer OK, but suddenly he showed a suspicious expression:
I always feel like you have a conspiracy...
Anderson's expression froze.
……
On the airship, Klein was wearing a seat belt, covering a blanket, leaning against the back of the chair, and was already asleep.
At this time, the night outside the window was dark and the earth was sparsely lit. The scenery seemed slow but it was swept back quickly, and everything seemed so peaceful and peaceful.
After a while, Klein suddenly woke up and moved his neck.
Because he was wearing a death knell with him, he drank a lot of water and was awakened by the swelling of his lower abdomen.
Lifting up the blanket and untied the seat belt, Klein covered his mouth and yawned, walked out of the lounge, and headed to the bathroom in a corner of the hall.
After solving the problem quickly and cleaning his hands, he turned around and walked out of the bathroom and returned to the hall when he suddenly saw a figure.
The figure stood in a dark place, wearing a dark robe, with blue eyeshadows and blush. At first glance, it looked like a shadow ghost floating out of the morgue.
Ms. Daly…Klein knew the other party without a doubt and immediately responded in shock.
Daly took a few steps, looked up at Dawn Dontez's face, stayed in those eyes, outlining a smile:
Your eyes and temperament are very similar to those of me, especially your eyes.
Klein pretended to be relieved and laughed:
Madam, if we change the gender, this is the standard hookup.
Daly didn't look away, and she laughed:
There is no need to change, and gender does not change the definition of this behavior.
If I talk to you like this other times, I really want to trick you into going to bed, or even keep tricking you into church.
However, I don't have this idea now, I came over just because your eyes really reminded me of him.
It was a bit unbearable to talk to Ms. Daly... She couldn't take the initiative, otherwise she might realize that Dawn Dance was not a playboy or flirting expert, but an inexperienced person who would be uncomfortable in front of charming women... I had to take the initiative and dominate the topic... Klein changed his mind and asked directly in a half-joking manner:
Madam, do you like that friend?
Dailey was stunned for a second, raised her eyebrows, lowered her head and smiled:
This is not something to hide.
It would be great if he could be like you, and he would have the courage to take the initiative in the face of women and know how to create an ambiguous atmosphere. In that case, we might even have children.
Unfortunately, he is a conservative person. When chatting with me, he only talks about serious things and experiences. He gives him a little hint and makes some too much jokes. He always makes excuses to leave. He looks old, has poor hair care, and has poor memory. He can even forget my birthday. When I think of him, I am very angry and want to push him directly to the bed and tie his hands to the guardrail at the head of the bed...
Klein looked at Daly's head with a deep look, and sighed and interrupted the other person's words:
Madam, you've said too much.
Daili raised her head and said with a smile no difference from what she had just said:
I thought you would talk about this in depth.
Klein laughed:
Then why didn't you put those ideas into action? It can be seen that you are not a woman who can only talk about it.
Daly said:
you guess.
Then, she nodded:
Thank you for not saying I'm harassing.
While speaking, she turned around and returned to the large lounge where the Red Gloves were. Klein's mouth slightly raised and he shook his head and walked towards the cabin where he was.
When he arrived at the entrance of the large lounge, Daly, whose eyes were on the floor in front, suddenly saw a pair of strapless leather shoes.
Her eyes moved upwards, and Leonard Mitchell, with ink-haired and green eyes, reflected in her eyes.
Leonard looked at the lounge where Dawn Dontes entered and lowered his voice:
He has many secrets, not that simple.
Daly chuckled and nodded:
I know.
After saying that, she walked easily past Leonard Mitchell and into the large lounge.
Walking a few meters forward, she slowed down and once again lowered her head slightly.
Leonard still stood at the door, watching the extended shadows from outside, and breathed slowly and silently.
In the small lounge, Klein stood by the door, raised his right hand, rubbed his temples on both sides, like a statue.
……
Silver City, Berg's family.
Derrick sat on a stool, gnawing bread made of black-faced grass powder, while carefully raising in his heart what he had to do but had not done recently:
The information about the "wizard monster" that Mr. World needs has not been asked yet... Sequence 5 The merits of the extraordinary characteristics of the vampire are still far from... There are only three friends, not enough... There are only a little clues about the former chief mausoleum...
As thoughts flashed, Derick filled his stomach, took off his shirt, took out an open container made of stone, and applied the sticky black liquid inside to the surface of his body to the naked eye to bruise.
Although there are only black-faced grasses around Baiyin City that can be eaten, there are more than this type of plants. They are of various types, strange and strange. Relying on various abilities, they survive and reproduce in an environment where there is no sun and only lightning and darkness. One of the traditions of Baiyin City is to select different plants and combine them with the monster's corresponding organs to make various ointments. This is very effective in treating most injuries and diseases, so that most residents will not lose their lives because of a small problem.
This is a tradition formed by generations of demon hunters who have continuously simplified and fixed it into lower-level products by constantly simplifying and fixing it into products that are lower-level!
After applying the ointment, he smelled the slightly pungent fishy smell. Just as Derrick was about to put on his clothes, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
His mental instinct became tense, and he picked up the roar of Thor. The giant blue hammer wrapped in lightning, carefully approached the door, ready to kill the monsters emerging from the darkness at any time.
who?Derrick asked in a deep voice.
A slightly thick voice came from outside:
Valell.
At the same time, clear light illuminates the cracks and windows of the door, which is the ability of the Dawn Knight.
Derrick relaxed and opened the door and greeted:
Valier, aren’t you going to lead the team to patrol today?
Valer is two meters tall and is Derrick's new friend and his most recognized friend, because the other party will often restrain his strength to a greater extent and is a person who takes good care of his companions.
In addition, the recent patrol area includes the former chief mausoleum is Valier Squad.
Valer has brown-yellow hair similar to Derrick and a thick beard. His favorite activity is to fight with people. He laughed and said:
The 'Six-man Clan' just ordered our team to bypass the area where the former chief mausoleum is located, and this is the last place left for our patrol mission.
Let's go, go to the training ground and have some activity!
The six-person council team deliberately asked the patrol team to bypass which area?
Can they open the door to the former chief mausoleum today?
I don't know what will happen... I hope there is no conspiracy on Elder Lovia's side... Derik was shocked and suddenly had some association, but he didn't know what he could do.
Just as hesitated to put on his clothes and was about to go out and went to the training ground with Valer, a figure grew out of the dark place on the street and said:
Derrick Berger, the chief asked you to go to the dome to meet him.
He was just halfway through this movement, and suddenly stopped again. He looked at Anderson, glanced at the black gloves worn by the other party's left palm, and put on the boxing gloves again with a dry smile.
I think that in the Southern Continent, the most important thing here is your own strength.Danitz added with a smile on his face.
Anderson's expression did not change at all, and he still stroked his chin and said:
Then what are you going to do?
Danitz pointed to the stairs and said:
I plan to find the hotel owner and borrow his dictionary. I think he will not teach his children to speak frankly.
This is an idea, but even if there is a dictionary, you will not be able to learn it in a short period of time. Even if you only master a small number of vocabulary, it is quite difficult. After all, this is two systems with the language of the Northern Mainland.Anderson said, "I'd better give you a solution. Your captain should have taught you some ritual magic in the realm of "God of Knowledge and Wisdom"?"
right.Danitz nodded without thinking.
Anderson slapped his palms:
Then I can teach you a new ritual magic, and gain the ability to understand, recognize and write in a week by praying to the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.
Danitz shook his head without hesitation:
I believe in the 'Lord of the Storm', not the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom'. Some of the previous ritual magics were able to receive responses because of the captain's relationship.
Speaking of this, he glanced at Anderson:
Didn’t you be born in Segar, raised in Lenburg, and you were classmates with the captain?
Then you should also be a believer of the 'God of Knowledge and Wisdom'. Isn't that more appropriate and effective way to hold the ceremony?
Anderson shook his head and said with a smile:
As believers, only a very small number of people can truly receive a response.
He thought for a moment and thought:
The best way is to ask the pastor and bishop of the Knowledge Church to help them make some talismans. Well, I remember that there are several missionaries from Lenburg in Berens Harbor. Why not visit us tomorrow...
Danitz was about to answer OK, but suddenly he showed a suspicious expression:
I always feel like you have a conspiracy...
Anderson's expression froze.
……
On the airship, Klein was wearing a seat belt, covering a blanket, leaning against the back of the chair, and was already asleep.
At this time, the night outside the window was dark and the earth was sparsely lit. The scenery seemed slow but it was swept back quickly, and everything seemed so peaceful and peaceful.
After a while, Klein suddenly woke up and moved his neck.
Because he was wearing a death knell with him, he drank a lot of water and was awakened by the swelling of his lower abdomen.
Lifting up the blanket and untied the seat belt, Klein covered his mouth and yawned, walked out of the lounge, and headed to the bathroom in a corner of the hall.
After solving the problem quickly and cleaning his hands, he turned around and walked out of the bathroom and returned to the hall when he suddenly saw a figure.
The figure stood in a dark place, wearing a dark robe, with blue eyeshadows and blush. At first glance, it looked like a shadow ghost floating out of the morgue.
Ms. Daly…Klein knew the other party without a doubt and immediately responded in shock.
Daly took a few steps, looked up at Dawn Dontez's face, stayed in those eyes, outlining a smile:
Your eyes and temperament are very similar to those of me, especially your eyes.
Klein pretended to be relieved and laughed:
Madam, if we change the gender, this is the standard hookup.
Daly didn't look away, and she laughed:
There is no need to change, and gender does not change the definition of this behavior.
If I talk to you like this other times, I really want to trick you into going to bed, or even keep tricking you into church.
However, I don't have this idea now, I came over just because your eyes really reminded me of him.
It was a bit unbearable to talk to Ms. Daly... She couldn't take the initiative, otherwise she might realize that Dawn Dance was not a playboy or flirting expert, but an inexperienced person who would be uncomfortable in front of charming women... I had to take the initiative and dominate the topic... Klein changed his mind and asked directly in a half-joking manner:
Madam, do you like that friend?
Dailey was stunned for a second, raised her eyebrows, lowered her head and smiled:
This is not something to hide.
It would be great if he could be like you, and he would have the courage to take the initiative in the face of women and know how to create an ambiguous atmosphere. In that case, we might even have children.
Unfortunately, he is a conservative person. When chatting with me, he only talks about serious things and experiences. He gives him a little hint and makes some too much jokes. He always makes excuses to leave. He looks old, has poor hair care, and has poor memory. He can even forget my birthday. When I think of him, I am very angry and want to push him directly to the bed and tie his hands to the guardrail at the head of the bed...
Klein looked at Daly's head with a deep look, and sighed and interrupted the other person's words:
Madam, you've said too much.
Daili raised her head and said with a smile no difference from what she had just said:
I thought you would talk about this in depth.
Klein laughed:
Then why didn't you put those ideas into action? It can be seen that you are not a woman who can only talk about it.
Daly said:
you guess.
Then, she nodded:
Thank you for not saying I'm harassing.
While speaking, she turned around and returned to the large lounge where the Red Gloves were. Klein's mouth slightly raised and he shook his head and walked towards the cabin where he was.
When he arrived at the entrance of the large lounge, Daly, whose eyes were on the floor in front, suddenly saw a pair of strapless leather shoes.
Her eyes moved upwards, and Leonard Mitchell, with ink-haired and green eyes, reflected in her eyes.
Leonard looked at the lounge where Dawn Dontes entered and lowered his voice:
He has many secrets, not that simple.
Daly chuckled and nodded:
I know.
After saying that, she walked easily past Leonard Mitchell and into the large lounge.
Walking a few meters forward, she slowed down and once again lowered her head slightly.
Leonard still stood at the door, watching the extended shadows from outside, and breathed slowly and silently.
In the small lounge, Klein stood by the door, raised his right hand, rubbed his temples on both sides, like a statue.
……
Silver City, Berg's family.
Derrick sat on a stool, gnawing bread made of black-faced grass powder, while carefully raising in his heart what he had to do but had not done recently:
The information about the "wizard monster" that Mr. World needs has not been asked yet... Sequence 5 The merits of the extraordinary characteristics of the vampire are still far from... There are only three friends, not enough... There are only a little clues about the former chief mausoleum...
As thoughts flashed, Derick filled his stomach, took off his shirt, took out an open container made of stone, and applied the sticky black liquid inside to the surface of his body to the naked eye to bruise.
Although there are only black-faced grasses around Baiyin City that can be eaten, there are more than this type of plants. They are of various types, strange and strange. Relying on various abilities, they survive and reproduce in an environment where there is no sun and only lightning and darkness. One of the traditions of Baiyin City is to select different plants and combine them with the monster's corresponding organs to make various ointments. This is very effective in treating most injuries and diseases, so that most residents will not lose their lives because of a small problem.
This is a tradition formed by generations of demon hunters who have continuously simplified and fixed it into lower-level products by constantly simplifying and fixing it into products that are lower-level!
After applying the ointment, he smelled the slightly pungent fishy smell. Just as Derrick was about to put on his clothes, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
His mental instinct became tense, and he picked up the roar of Thor. The giant blue hammer wrapped in lightning, carefully approached the door, ready to kill the monsters emerging from the darkness at any time.
who?Derrick asked in a deep voice.
A slightly thick voice came from outside:
Valell.
At the same time, clear light illuminates the cracks and windows of the door, which is the ability of the Dawn Knight.
Derrick relaxed and opened the door and greeted:
Valier, aren’t you going to lead the team to patrol today?
Valer is two meters tall and is Derrick's new friend and his most recognized friend, because the other party will often restrain his strength to a greater extent and is a person who takes good care of his companions.
In addition, the recent patrol area includes the former chief mausoleum is Valier Squad.
Valer has brown-yellow hair similar to Derrick and a thick beard. His favorite activity is to fight with people. He laughed and said:
The 'Six-man Clan' just ordered our team to bypass the area where the former chief mausoleum is located, and this is the last place left for our patrol mission.
Let's go, go to the training ground and have some activity!
The six-person council team deliberately asked the patrol team to bypass which area?
Can they open the door to the former chief mausoleum today?
I don't know what will happen... I hope there is no conspiracy on Elder Lovia's side... Derik was shocked and suddenly had some association, but he didn't know what he could do.
Just as hesitated to put on his clothes and was about to go out and went to the training ground with Valer, a figure grew out of the dark place on the street and said:
Derrick Berger, the chief asked you to go to the dome to meet him.
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