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Many walking on the street finally felt a normal atmosphere - the so-called "normal" means walking on the street without following hundreds of servants behind them to set off their pomp, without dressing like a clown to set off their identity, wearing simple robes, many walking on the street just like an ordinary passerby, without attracting anyone's attention at all.

Three days.

Many impressions of this place have been transformed into four words - "quite reliable".

Why?

The civilians sat down with what the civilians should do. The nobles showed their power in their own circles. There were no noble masters who forced the women in the street, no big and thick legs, no unjust, false and wrong cases or complaints about the people's miserable life. Everything was safe and stable, with a feeling that it was between the countryside and the city.

To be honest, if it weren't for the harsh climate conditions in the abyss, many people really thought such small towns were suitable for travel and vacation.

He didn't look for any auction houses or mercenary unions, so many of them walked through the streets of the town in a certain order, carefully using their perception to see everything. After a day passed, he had already gained a basic understanding of this place.

But the only regret is that there seem to be so many clues about the holy artifacts and dragon skeletons.

Galo offered a reward of news at the Mercenary Union as usual, but the final result was no progress, because everyone believed that the dragon skeleton had disappeared from this mountainous area, and the holy artifact had long been returned to His Majesty Saccaratome - of course, when many people were about to give up their stop here and continue to head towards the north, an occasional news stopped him.

The Bafengte Celebration is an important platform for the nobles to show themselves, and it is also a time for celebrations for various social activities. I don’t know whether it is because of a coincidence or something, but Galo investigated an old noble who was the person involved who wanted to present the holy weapon to His Majesty Saccarato a few years ago!

And the nobleman was unexpectedly alive and lived well - he was the highest-ranking nobleman in this entire Dick Mountains, Viscount Jeria.

This viscount has an unimaginable huge manor in Norton District, and of course it also has huge wealth and power - the so-called emperor is far away. Here, this old noble is naturally considered a "local emperor". All the contents of the Bafengte celebration revolve around this viscount, and many have a very big question.

How did he live to this day?

Holy tools are not simple things. Many people don’t believe that this hot potato can be passed on safely in the hands of all those who have taken it. So how did this viscount survive to this day?

It can be used to think of it with your knees that a monarch will react after receiving such a holy weapon as a gift. Many people think that giving the holy weapon seems to be a forced act in the first place, and it also causes an accident to the monarch. It is a blessing that this nobleman will not be uprooted and killed nine clans. How can he say that he is more and more prosperous now?

Everyone can see that there is a mystery in this matter.

Many are not considered "smart people", but they must be one of the countless people who want to find out the whereabouts of the holy artifact from this nobleman.

"Norton is a noble district, and civilians are not allowed to enter unless someone recommends or invites it," Galo also knew that his master seemed to be a guy without identity from the mountains and fields. The word "noble" is basically not related to him. "During the Bafengte celebration, civilians cannot participate in the activities of the noble district, but according to the schedule, if coincidentally, these nobles may go to the edge of the mountain to hunt in three days."

"hunting?"

Many smiled, but they didn't expect that these nobles really had the aristocratic style, and they actually had the same hobbies as the old borers of St. Lance.

"Of course, the hunting areas of the nobles are different from those of the civilians, but this seems to be the only opportunity to get in touch with them. After all, it is not easy to divide the areas deep in the forest."

Gala is not stupid and knows how to provide constructive advice to many people.

"Get to arrange it."

Many nodded to express satisfaction.

......

When many people rode on this weird-shaped guy, they inevitably thought of Athena and the Yalong with a huge saddle on the end.

What is this thing?

Many frowning looks made Gala feel a little embarrassed—the latter explained a little embarrassedly: "Excellent mounts need to be cultivated from childhood to adulthood. In a hurry, you can only buy this guy."

Speaking of which, unlike the guys I met outside Zoro, many of the guys under my crotch are like a huge pangolin with longer legs.

Of course, "huge" is compared to ordinary pangolins. If this pangolin is only four meters long and more than one meter high from the ground, its appearance is not as "huge" as compared to ordinary horses.

This thing gives a lot of feeling that he is used to the Rolls-Royce and Bentley and suddenly changed to an Alto, and his vision is very bad - because his vision is not as good as standing on the ground at this moment.

Low, weak, powerless, clumsy.

It is basically impossible to throw words used on livestock on this thing. Its only advantage seems to be that it looks strong and its ability to run is stable.

Of course, the speed is not fast, it is only a little faster than the Karumon.

"I said, are the civilians hunting on these things?"

Many things you need to be sure you are not participating in a giant snail hunting competition.

"Yes... it seems that the nobles here have regulations on these mounts, and mounts that are too high are not allowed to be sold to the civilian class."

Gala loosened his neckline and felt that his master was riding such an inappropriate thing.

"What's this thing?"

Many frowned and looked at the pug-like thing on the ground next to the "pangolin". They seemed to have thought of something. He turned his eyes to Garo - "Don't tell me this thing is a hunting dog."

When Gala, who wanted to nod, was seen, his movements suddenly became a statue. To be honest, Gala, who wanted to do things a little better, couldn't find anything better to replace it. This was definitely not a subjective problem, but he really tried his best.

The thing on the ground, which looked like a local dog, raised its head and looked at many, screaming twice, making a slight sensation.

"Grass."

Many people said swear words from their hometown in front of Gala for the first time.

Many of them looked at the weapons prepared by Galo for themselves and their eyebrows were almost frowning together - the broken bow that looked like a toy seemed to be a product of the last era, and the long sword seemed to be quite eye-catching, but it was still much worse than the standard ordnance of Auditore.

"There are regulations in the hunting grounds, sir... IMHO, it seems that these regulations are made to allow nobles to have reason to mock civilians."

"It's so fucking bad."

Many people put their weapons under their crotch and didn't bother to remember the weapon bag on the side of the guy's body. They picked up a few arrows and looked at them. Their two fingers were pinched and they broke into two pieces with a "click".

This scene made many grin, then sighed, and put the remaining few back into the quiver.

With his legs clamped, many shook the reins, and the animal under his crotch knew to move forward. It was Gala who tried hard to pretend that he could not catch up with him when he followed him slowly, which made many really helplessly cover his face.

There was the hunting area in the distance. Many people looked at the "hound" the size of a Beijing dog under their feet, and they really felt that they were going to catch rats.

...

Hunting, there are naturally prey and hunters. Many people riding their own guys who run slower than donkeys entered the hunting ground, closed their eyes slightly, and perceived the scene in the surrounding forest.

Just like when Athena was around him, where there was a forest, his perception ability was several times stronger.

Many people look at the entrance of this hunting ground for civilians. The simple decoration and expensive prices still make many rich people enjoy it. It seems that if you can play this kind of activity once, it becomes an upper class. Speaking of which plane, people like to look at the people under their feet in the world they build to gain a sense of superiority.

Speaking of which, many of these outfits are really not attractive in the hunting ground. The only difference between them is that they go in alone - others will be accompanied by others, perhaps by entourage, or by bodyguards of the rich. After all, wild boars can bite people to death. Instead of relying on the hunting dog that can be killed by one foot, it is better to rely on their own fists.

Sniffing the smell in the air, many of them were like walking a horse and letting the guy take himself into the jungle in the distance.

......

The abyss at this moment belongs to the night, but it is obvious that this hunting ground has special arrangements. The surrounding woods have various torches or lighting methods to make people see things within a range of about a few dozen meters.

The so-called darkness has no effect on many people, but he feels a little helpless about these so-called "hunting". This is just a trick that only children can play. For many people, this behavior similar to holding a stick in their hand to smash a snail is really fun or a sense of accomplishment.

With the help of perception, many scenes where the rich people in the surrounding forest are enjoying shooting the little things running around on the ground with their rough arrows. Many of the guys who can see the attacks are really like unhurried rabbits, and they are running around in the woods as they open their eyes, running around in the shouts of hunters who are not even able to ride such pangolins, causing excitement or stinging screams.

Give me aside.
Chapter completed!