When David Mo returned to Lusen Inn, he found that Leya had not eaten in order to wait for him. The girl stayed alone in the room all afternoon, and wanted to go out for shopping, but was afraid that the man would suddenly come back and find her, so she finally suppressed her mind.
"Sorry... I've made you wait for a long time." I originally wanted to tell her that she would not have to wait for her for a long time, but for some reason, the words turned into a sorry voice when she spoke.
Leya shook her head gently and said softly: "It's okay, I fell asleep in the afternoon, and I just woke up." She had no intention of criticizing her. The hardships she experienced since childhood not only did not make her mean, but became more understanding.
A hint of unbearableness flashed through David Mo's heart. He had already inquired when he came just now. The girl didn't leave the door for a whole afternoon. She was at the age of youth and lively, and waiting was definitely not an easy thing.
"Let's go and see what good things to eat at this inn." Without revealing her kindness, he changed the subject without a trace and took her out of the room.
The restaurant is extremely luxuriously decorated, with six huge golden chandeliers illuminating every corner of the hall. Although the night is already dark, there are still many people gathering here, either whispering or crossing the knife and fork, with no sign of calm.
The waiter in charge of the reception arranged them to a window. Through the glass window, you can see the giant fountain outside. There were more than a dozen small magic lamps placed under the fountain, which were colorful and extremely gorgeous.
However, Leya's mind was obviously not on this. After ordering some meals, she held her chin with her hands and whispered: "How is the matter done? You always have a smile on your eyes. It shouldn't be too bad."
Unexpectedly, the little girl's observation was so detailed. David Mo smiled and nodded and said, "It's pretty good. I've met a hermit master, so I'll visit it tomorrow to see what the result is."
Hearing him say this, Leya couldn't help but say curiously: "Can't you tell me today? Who is it? It feels a bit strange to have a mysterious mystery."
David Mo adjusted the tableware in front of him and jokingly said, "If I give me the answer for the first time, how can I be called a hermit master..." Then he shook his head slightly and said, "I don't know my identity for the time being, but it seems that I am not from the Duchy of Luson, but I have a little bit of a sacred court."
Leya put her hands flat on the dining table and said with a puzzled look: "Saint-Ting? How did they appear in Luson? This is the abdomen of the southwest of Orlando."
Geographically speaking, this place is very far away from the Holy Court, and the people from the Holy Court may almost not exist. But David Mo said lightly: "I have been a little shaken, but judging from their pedantic deeds, I guess there should be no other second place except the Holy Court."
He felt uncomfortable from entering the shop, and it felt like he had walked into the Holy Judgment, but the reality was that there was just a very ordinary blacksmith shop.
And he caught a detail. When talking to the middle-aged man, although other blacksmiths occasionally interjected a few words, they all seemed particularly stiff. They didn't seem like normal communication between people.
So he couldn't help but wonder why those people were so artificial, and there seemed to be only one answer. These people were not blacksmiths, and their identities had ulterior motives. Unfortunately, too much was not enough, and these people were still exposed.
"The pedantic sacred court is almost innate, and it is not found in ordinary priests and clergy. Only those who have lived in Sulombo for a long time will do this... Although those who conceal well, the stereotypes and indifference in their bones are simply indelible." He found that the girl was still confused, so he rarely explained it on his own initiative.
Leya's face was full of worries. In the education she received since childhood, the Holy Court was a demonized existence, so she couldn't help but persuade: "Then don't go to them anymore... These people are demons who eat people and don't spit bones. If you have malice to you, it will be ruined..."
David Mo couldn't help but shook his head with a self-deprecating smile and said bitterly: "What capital do I have to let the people of the Holy Court plan... On the contrary, I really hope that they can make some requests so that they will not be too passive."
The most helpless thing for a person is not to be exploited, but not even the value of being exploited. And he is now full of this helplessness, because after thinking about it, he does not seem to have much intersection with the Holy Court except for the hatred of his father.
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A gust of autumn breeze blew by, and the streets outside Liuyuan, the royal hunting grounds, seemed particularly bleak. The blacksmith shop that was originally opened diagonally across the board has been closed rarely today. It is said that the owner's house was in a cold and could not get up, which gave many servants in Liuyuan a joke and laughed at the "crazy" prophet who could not cure the owner's illness.
At this time, on the second floor of the blacksmith shop, a young man in white was sitting upright on a wooden bench. Although several eight-foot-foot men stood opposite him, his eyes were as calm as water and without any fluctuations.
A middle-aged man sitting on a recliner among the men was a scholar. He was the owner of the blacksmith shop called Poole yesterday. At this time, he looked like a rough man.
He held a slightly old book in his hand. After shaking for a while, he finally slowly spoke: "Tell me about the purpose of your trip... After all, I have the ability to help with everything."
The silence lasted for nearly ten minutes, and he finally decided to break the silence first. Since the young man had seen through his identity, he did not want to continue hiding it. He did not disgust those smart and well-behaved young people to talk to them.
The young man in white breathed a sigh of relief. The middle-aged man in front of him gave him an inexplicable pressure, and there was only one possibility for those who could give him this feeling, that is, his cultivation level was higher than his.
He was already convinced that the middle-aged man in front of him had at least the level of holy light cultivation, so if he had not had to do so, he would not have taken violent means to solve this matter.
"I want to find something called Brahsha... Although I know it grows on Mount Kilimanjaro, I don't know its specific location, and how to climb the closed mountain is also one of the difficulties I am currently facing." His eyes were a little expectant, obviously hoping to get an answer from the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man held the book's hand tightened slightly. After a moment, he gently put the book down and stared at the young man and asked, "Do you know how many heroes and heroes have been turned into the Kilimanjaro Mountain? I advise you to give up this idea, and even don't even think about it after entering the mountain!"
His tone was quite serious, obviously not a simple deterrence. In the eyes of all those who know the Kilimanjaro Mountains, there was a dangerous and terrible existence.
However, the young man in white was not afraid at all. He said in a deep voice: "Please ask for help from seniors. My friend is seriously injured. Now I am waiting for Brahsha to help him. Even if there are swords and fires inside, I will try it down!"
A flash of appreciation flashed across Poole's face, but it was quickly covered up. He said lightly: "The reason why Mount Kilimanjaro was blocked is that as long as someone with a cultivation level below level 5 of diamonds step into it, he will immediately be refined into ashes by the pressure inside. So the first condition to enter is the strength of cultivation."
Then he looked at the young man in white with interest, as if he wanted to let him get out of trouble. But soon he was disappointed because the young man's answer was very straightforward: "Although he could not reach the level of a senior, he still had the cultivation level of diamond level 5 or above."
Several big men around Poole showed incredible expressions, and Hakuri, who had been standing quietly on the far right, exclaimed in a low voice: "How is it possible?! He looks only twenty years old. Even if his cultivation can reverse his appearance, he cannot make a person so young!"
Many practitioners with advanced cultivation maintain their middle-aged appearance, because as their cultivation improves, their appearance can return to their middle-aged appearance, but at most they can only return to their appearance at age forty. It is absolutely impossible to return to their appearance in their twenties, let alone their appearance at age ten!
So although it is generally difficult to see the specific age of the practitioner, almost everyone along the way can see the approximate age of the young man in white because his appearance is too young.
Without answering Hakuri's question, the man in white used the nine-layer colorful light rays of fighting spirit mask on his body to dispel everyone's doubts and distrust, but this made the group of people even more curious.
So Poole stood up from the recliner, looked at him carefully, and said with a burning look: "How old are you? Is there really a way to keep your face in this world?"
The man in white shook his head and said, "I don't have any skills to keep my face alive. I will be twenty years old after I go there this winter."
The reason why he showed his cultivation so bluntly was that it was shocking. After all, no one wanted to become enemies with a young man with unlimited potential.
Poole nodded, and a smile finally appeared on his face. He said lightly: "Since you have met this basic condition, I can tell you clearly that I know a entrance to Kilimanjaro, and I am not unfamiliar with the growth place of Brahsha..."
He suddenly paused when he said this, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he whispered: "You also know that I am a businessman, and I will not do anything that is not good. No matter the size of the transaction, I always have to get something, what do you think I can get from you?"
He closed the shop during the day today to wait for the young man to arrive. Because he had a premonition that perhaps a big deal that had not been experienced for many years was approaching him step by step!.)