Many hands shook, and the drink in the cup spilled slightly out of the table. He reached out to take the scimitar at his waist - of course, it was empty.

This action made the boss confirm that the other party was a mercenary who had not returned to this place for many years. He laughed and pointed to a figure in a black robe who happened to be walking past the stall and said, "It's just a skeleton, nothing scary!"

The exaggeration in these words is quite large, and in fact, many of them can hear the tremor in his throat, as if he was plucking his courage. The boss shouted at the figure: "Hey! What about you? The monster in a black robe!"

The back of the robe stopped obediently.

The scene seemed a bit unexpected. The boss's face was awkward for a moment, but many people stood up. From the boss's perspective, it was obvious that there was a dagger under his hands.

I have to say that many things I learn are like. At this moment, his acting skills are perfect, and all his reactions are like a mercenary with low strength but extremely vigilant.

The man in black robe seemed a little stiff, and it took him a few seconds to turn around - this made people feel even more chilling, as if facing the horrifying shadows in childhood fairy tales.

The face under the hood was wrapped with a bandage, and you could see a faint light in the two hollow eye sockets. The sunlight seemed to have no effect on them. The traces of the linen bandage on his body made him look similar to an ordinary thin man.

"What's the matter? Humans."

To many surprises, the skeleton actually spoke.

He spoke a serious Saint Lance language, and he actually spoke a unique accent in the southern territory!

There are traces of wriggling on the mouth wrapped around the bandage, and many people who don’t understand how this kind of guy without vocal cords speaks.

"No...it's okay!" My wife stuttered a little, swallowed with difficulty, her eyes rolled, and she quickly handed over a drink that she was about to give to other guests, "Look at you're too hot, drink a sip of water..."

"Ahem..."

Many people were really unable to control themselves. They wanted to laugh but were afraid of embarrassing them. They had to pretend that they were choked and coughed violently, and the dagger in their hands disappeared.

The skeleton looked at the shop owner in front of him strangely, but was not polite. He picked up the quilt with his right hand, pulled the bandage on his mouth with his left hand, raised his neck and poured it in.

"Thanks."

After saying this, he turned around and walked towards the distance.

However, there was a trace left on the ground - the drink flowed along his body to the ground, as if a car leaked oil, but it was unaware of it - this scene made the civilians around who were a little unnatural just now laugh out loud.

Sometimes the civilians are like this. Although they have complaints, they are willing to laugh out loud while enduring. It cannot be said to be sad, but it cannot be said to be glad.

Many people watched the boss sweat and turned around and had recovered from his previous natural conversation and laughter: "Look, don't be afraid, they won't do anything to you, just walk your own path with peace of mind."

"Does the Lord care about it?"

Many people looked shocked, but when they didn't laugh, he looked frightened, and it was a very first time that he would react only when he saw such a dead soul.

"So? These guys were all made by Lord Lord, but let alone, they really saved us civilians a lot of trouble."

The boss was good at talking and began to introduce the skeletons. Several guests next to him also agreed. Although there were oppositions, it was also possible to hear that objectively these skeletons did not have any excessive negative impact on the territory.

"So...whether is Lord Lord in the city?"

Many people made a splash when they brag about the courage of Echriston's army.

"Here, right there!"

A guy with a beard pointed to the distance, "City Lord's Mansion, where do you want to go? I advise you not to make this idea. I haven't seen anyone in so far."

Many did not continue to ask, and hurriedly thanked and left.

His back became the object of the group of people just now, but no one knew what level of person the person in front of him was.

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"Leorik, how are you doing lately?"

The wide hall has a warm and comfortable temperature, and the marble floor reflects the light extremely clearly, but the figure sitting on the throne makes the atmosphere in the whole room a little cold.

Augustine put his hands on the armrest of the stone chair, his body was upright and meticulous, and his sea-blue eyes had indescribable majesty. There were three people standing in front of him - speaking of it, these three people had met before.

Echriston, North Davian and Riorick.

The Duke of Destruction from the Undead Plane, the Dragon Clan known as a combat genius, and a king of the human empire. At this moment, the three undead stood respectfully in front of "Saint? Augustine". The waist that had almost never bent down was now slightly leaning forward with a pious attitude.

It is not only respect for strength, but also respect for the "mentor".

"Teacher, everything is as you can see."

Leorick's voice was no longer as domineering and arrogance as before. He was proud and almost paranoid, and he was docile as the most obedient student at this moment.

"It's still the same, with great ambitions, but not very practical."

Augustine's words were simple, but in just a few words, they determined the inner characteristics of a top-level strongman - and in the face of this comment, Leoric nodded slightly and did not make any more mistakes.

"Yes, this is better than North."

Augustine waved her hand and turned her eyes to North who stood there and didn't dare to breathe.

"Come on, attack me."

His voice was soft and there was no commanding element inside.

But just this sentence, North was shocked and his eyes were not raised to Augustine's feet in front of him - he didn't even dare to lift it up any more.

There was almost no time for hesitation. North's next move was extremely fierce - his arms suddenly raised, the elemental condensation was so fast that it was scary. In the blink of an eye, a huge sea blue sphere hit Augustine!

"Click!"

A strange impact followed by a rustling sound of sand hitting the glass with the strong wind - the "prism ball" carrying huge energy was annihilated invisible in front of Augustine.

The law of conservation of energy seems to fail at this moment, and the elements cannot be produced out of thin air and disappeared out of thin air, but in front of Augustine, this impossibility seems to be possible.

"tutor..."

North's voice was mixed with an indescribable feeling. This genius with a stronger self-esteem than anyone else's body was stiff. I don't know what he remembered.

"Stand up straight with your body, I am your mentor, one day, that will always be."

Augustine's expression was no longer as cold as she had when facing Leorick before, but instead she had a kind of care.

The old guy, who didn't know how old he had lived, did not have a trace of stage fright when facing the guys in front of him who might have scared Roslolian. There was only one reason-the three people in front of him were all his apprentices.

What kind of person can cultivate such a terrifying apprentice?

"Savile is dead, but this is a relief for him. I have to say that he is one of my students with kind hearts."

Augustine's inadvertent sentence revealed another truth, "If it weren't for kindness, his achievements would not be lower than you."

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