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"What about me?" Tulakov couldn't wait to step in. His huge size completely blocked the beautiful scenery of Sa Qili.

As he spoke, he proudly posed with his muscles.

"You?" I looked him up and down. In the cold weather, this muscular barbarian was wearing an open-collared short-sleeved leather shirt, revealing his thick arms like cow legs, and his huge chest muscles like millstones.

The poor clothes were stretched so tight that it made people worry that if he tried hard, the clothes would burst from the muscles.

Below is a pair of tight trousers, and a set of steel knee armor is tied to the knees. There are curved hooks on them. The sharp light seems to say: Hey, man, don't force me to use my knees, you will die miserably.

Then, around her waist, hung a war skirt made of unknown patterned animal skin. Under her feet were iron-clad shoes with animal skin inside, and on her bare arms she wore a pair of leather gloves.

"Uncle Tulakov, are you here for a wedding or a fight?"

One sentence made everyone laugh.

Tulakov was angry: "Brother, look carefully. This is the most solemn dress of our barbarians."

I looked around, but I still didn't see anything different about him. He seemed to be dressed more fiercely, more wild and domineering. Isn't this what he was wearing for a wedding?

"It's face, face." Kind-hearted Uncle Simba reminded me.

My eyes fell on Tulakov's face. Sure enough, I found something different. It seemed that it was not the usual tattoos. There were more tattoos on it, covering almost half of his face. Even his bald head had some patterns tattooed on it.

, even the savages from the Indian tribe would probably be frightened to their knees when they saw this face.

"Tulakov, what's wrong with your face? Has it been disfigured?" I was shocked.

Amid the laughter of everyone, Tulakov looked at me dully: "I made this specially to attend your wedding. Isn't it interesting?"

"It's too exaggerated. Wouldn't it be like this that you will always look like this in the future?"

"What a pretty face, are you itchy?" Tulakov gritted his teeth angrily and shook his big fist at me.

"This is not a tattoo. It can be removed later. If we had to do this every time we attend a grand banquet, wouldn't we barbarians be completely unrecognizable? Besides, the tattoos on our barbarian faces are all special.

The meaning cannot be changed easily."

"I see, I'm sorry, I really don't understand this." I nodded suddenly and raised my posture.

Next came the other three. Needless to say, Uncle Shashik must be wearing a sexy tuxedo. His strong and tall body is not even inferior to that of a barbarian. It makes people doubt whether this guy has the characteristics of a barbarian.

of some ancestry.

So, with the huge body in a black tuxedo with white bottom, it looks like... like an emperor penguin magnified dozens of times, poof~~~

Uncle Simba and Uncle Daga are not that coquettish. They wear the same large green leaf robe, and with their kind and steady temperament, they look like priests who worship nature. Needless to say, this must be Uncle Simba's idea.

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These close friends all dressed up as grandly as possible. As for the other adventurers and civilians, we can't count on them, but they would wear better clothes to participate.

"Little brother, you haven't talked about yourself yet. Why are you wandering here alone? Today you are the groom." After greetings, Sa Qili hummed softly and pulled Tulakov away from her eyes.

"With Master Raphael taking care of it, there's nothing much for me to do." I shrugged.

"That's right. If that guy Raphael is serious, there is really no room for anyone else to interfere." Sa Qili knew the abilities of her old rival very well, and nodded in agreement after hearing this.

"So, let's come out for some air, and take a look at what Master Raphael has arranged."

"Okay, anyway, we have nothing to do now, so we're going to walk around with my little brother to see if that guy Raphael is carrying little brother on his back or doing any tricks." Sa Qili decided to stop and glanced at the four people behind her.

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Everyone was even dressed for the wedding, so naturally there was nothing else to do. Even if they didn’t meet me, they would just wander around with nothing to do, or get together with other adventurers to brag and chat, or even sit in a bar if they wanted to.

No, because all the bars are closed today.

It wasn't that Raphael was overbearing and forced the bar not to open. It was just that she had confiscated almost all the wine that could be opened in the entire camp's wine cellar and used her private money to buy it. Besides, no one wanted to go to the bar.

It was very disrespectful to go to a wedding after smelling of alcohol, so the bar owner simply gave him a day off.

One person wandering around with nothing to do turned into six people wandering around with nothing to do. Whether it was the adventurer's trading market or the grocery store, it was much deserted because of the wedding. On the contrary, there were many more people on the street, making it almost difficult to move.

Everyone, like me, is looking at the crystal lanterns dotted on the streets and houses with curiosity, and sighing at the generosity of the princess of hundreds of tribes.

Even the six of us were so bored that we ran to the underground farm and found that it had been newly decorated and the ceiling of the cave was covered with crystal chandeliers. It is said that if the farmers hadn't stopped them, Raphael would have wanted to hang them on the vegetable ridges as well.

Crystal lamp.

Since then, we have gained a better understanding of Raphael's state of boredom.

Seeing that it was already afternoon, I said goodbye to the four of them and headed towards the last goal of this wandering trip.

That shabby little hotel, my stupid little junior sister.

"Beansa, are you ready?" I asked aloud as I jumped in from the attic window.

What greeted him was the smiling face of the hairy-legged fairy.

"Everything is ready. I've been hungry since yesterday."

"..."

I must keep my distance from this old man at the wedding banquet. I cannot let others know that I know him.

"Brother, Beansa is also ready." Beansa, dressed in cool black, walked out of the shadows, holding a honey jar in his hand.

I said...

"Old man, can't you change Beansa into some other clothes?" I glared at the leg-hair fairy.

"But... I think this is the most suitable for Beansa. There is no need to change to anything else?"

That being said... I can't think of any other outfit that could be better than what Beansa is wearing now. But when it comes to the mouth of the hairy leg fairy, I always feel that he just finds it troublesome.

After thinking about it, I took out a thick white priest's robe padded with animal velvet.

Beansa's outfit is too cool, and her waist is exposed. It's almost like Tulakov. It's a cold day, maybe it's going to snow. How can Beansa, who looks petite and weak, wear such a little bit of clothing?

What about clothes for the party?

"Beansa, take off your cloak and put on this robe." I said to her.

"Ah, that's my cloak!!" The white light of the necklace flashed, and the little ghost appeared gorgeously, staring at me in protest.

This little saint is extremely vigilant. Except for me and Willas, she will never allow anyone else to get close to her or touch her things.

"Merciful and broad-minded Saintess with the Holy Light, look at your people wearing only such a small amount of clothes in the cold weather, don't you have any feelings?"

I pulled Biansha over, wiped her teary eyes, and touched her head, with a look of sadness and helplessness on her face, just like a father and daughter living on the street.

However, at this moment, Beansa made an unexpected move.

She stared blankly at the little ghost who suddenly appeared, then suddenly stepped forward and hugged her.

"Ah...ah, you guy, what are you doing all of a sudden!!"

The little ghost struggled hard, but was helpless. Although she was half a head taller than Beansa, Beansa's strength... even made me shudder, let alone the little ghost.

What's going on?

Seeing this scene, my eyes almost bulged out.

Beansa, who is almost as repellent to other people as the little ghost, actually takes the initiative to approach and hug the little ghost. Is this the so-called mutual sympathy?

Seeing that the little ghost was filled with white light in anger and was about to use all her power, I quickly pulled Beansa back.

After calming the frightened little ghost, I turned around.

"What's wrong? Biansha, do you like Alice very much?" I touched the little junior sister's head and asked softly.

"Yes." Beansa nodded, his eyes falling on the little ghost far away from her.

"Her name is...Alice?"

"That's right."

"With sister Shaye..."

"What?" Beansa muttered to himself, his voice was so soft that I didn't hear it clearly.

"It's very similar to my sister's breath." Beansa repeated.

"With your...that sister? That's it." I suddenly understood.

When I was tinkering with memory crystals with Beansa, I already learned from her that Beansa had two older sisters and one younger sister.

Beansa has told me more than once that she likes her sister the most. She learned spices from the Leg Hair Fairy in order to make more delicious food for her sister who also seems to be a bit greedy.

It's a pity that Beiansha is very tight-lipped, and I still don't know the names of her two older sisters and that younger sister.

In connection with the above content, it is not difficult to understand why Beansha suddenly hugged the little ghost, because the little ghost's aura is very similar to her sister, and Aiwujiwuxia will naturally have a good impression of the little ghost.

But then again, why does her sister have a similar aura to that of a little ghost? Could it be that her sister is also a priest, or does she have the same withdrawn and awkward personality, or even more... a ghost?

Bah, bah, bah, look at my mouth. Why do I curse others for no reason? She is Biansha's most beloved sister.

Beansa likes the little ghost, but it doesn't mean that the little ghost likes Beansa. After noticing the other person's fixed gaze, the little ghost stared at Beansa warily, squeaked, and hid in my necklace.
To be continued...