Mage Joan

Canaan Kingdom?

Joan thought about it for a while before thinking of the ???Kingan Kingdom??? in the mouth of a young man, referring to a country located on the fringe of the ???Heavenly Desert??? in the southeast of the Old World ??? the ???Atlas Continent???.

Most of the territory of the Kingdom of Canaan is in the Gobi region. It is affected by deserts. The local climate is arid and the land is relatively barren. Most of the territory is nomads living on the grassland, and the planting industry is far less developed than the fertile land.

Fortunately, the Kingdom of Canaan is close to the mineral-rich "Twilight Valley". The local area is rich in various gems and magic crystal mines. Now the Zion royal family in power is more savvy, and it is actively developing an emerging magic industry that focuses on ore mining and processing. Education has been established to encourage business. In recent years, the national strength has grown rapidly. The people in the country have lived and worked in peace.

"My name is Joan, from the town of Delin south of Wilnoya."

Joan reported his birth name and looked at Holden more out of curiosity. Before he met Holden, he had no contact with other Canaanites. Although Holden did not disclose his surname, from the perspective of dress and manners, Joan guessed that this person was mostly of extraordinary origin, either rich or expensive.

"Joan, you are the only person who has looked at my eyes since I arrived in Freeport. We must have gotten together! If you are not in a hurry to be busy, why not give me a two-day guide and take me around the city, there are Anything that is delicious and fun can be seen, and it is not a trip in vain." Holden smiled, and then said: "You can rest assured that the cost of playing does not need to be spent on you, I will cover it all!"

"Sorry, actually I am also a foreigner who just arrived in Freeport today. I am not familiar with the environment here, and I will take a boat to Midgard Harbor early tomorrow morning, you still???"

Before Joan's last sentence "please ask Gao Ming" had time to speak, he was interrupted by a roar.

"Squinting the devil! Why did you come out of nowhere, dare to take care of the uncle's business, are you tired of living?"

The pickpocket who had just tripped by Holden finally climbed up at this moment, and found that the purse had been taken back by the owner. He drew his dagger with anger, and gritted his teeth to Holden, intending to vent this busy boy.

Joan frowned. The thieves in Port Leiden were more arrogant than he had imagined. The burglary of the broad daylight is not a clear grab, and if you can't grab it, you will draw a knife and commit the murder.

Although the opponent came to Holden, Joan felt that Holden was involved in the storm because he was unable to sit back and watch, and he intended to cast a lesson on the guy who wielded the dagger to scare Holden.

Holden patted Joan on the shoulder, indicating that he was not busy casting a spell first, and squinted to the pickpocket with a smile. The mischievous expression appeared again on his face: "It's just boring, let me accompany this guy. Play for fun."

"Play with your sister!" The pickpocket rushed to Holden violently and waved his knife at his smiling, irritating face.

"Auciri!"

Holden chanted an elven mantra and snapped his fingers wisely.

Snapped!

Crisp snapping voices echoed in the air, the intrepid gangster's belt across the front was inexplicably broken, and the lost pants instantly slipped to the ankles, revealing two bare hairy legs and a short "old man who was almost buried by a mess of grass two".

The fierce anger on the gangster's face disappeared immediately, and instead he was embarrassed, and hurriedly clamped the root of his thigh, freeing his left hand to cover the crotch privacy.

However, it was too late, and the passers-by who had been watching around had already seen it for real and laughed in unison.

"You are so small that you can't see clearly with a magnifying glass. What's there to hide? Give me a good stomach!"

With a sharp mockery in his mouth, Holden flew a foot, kicked the pickpocket's buttocks, and invited him to eat a "dog chew." It wasn't too light this time. The pickpocket threw away his dagger, groaned on the ground, and raised his ass, as if seduce Holden kicking his feet.

Joanne couldn't help laughing. Of course, he can see that Holden just performed a 0-loop trick called "Pants Off".

It is said that this trick was invented by a famous minstrel, and later spread widely among poets.

Most of the "troubadours" can be conversant, proficient in rhythm, and like gorgeous dresses, which often give people the impression of lasciviousness. In fact, there are indeed many lacking virtuous poets who "pants off" to peep at the bottom of the girl's skirt, which results in this original The very creative trick was ruined.

An introverted mage like Joan doesn???t usually choose this kind of spell with a strong sense of mischief. On the contrary, since Holden used the technique of ???pants removal???, plus his dress Literary and artistic temperament, Joan guesses that he is mostly a bard.

There were rapid footsteps across the street, and the two men rushed across the crowd.

Joan turned and saw that both of them were familiar faces, one was the thief who first tried to pickpocket him at the door of the Port Authority, and the other was the tramp who begged him for money in the alley. The two had been chasing here, and it was clear that they expected it to be good???they were in the same group as the thief who had his pants removed by Holden.

"Tony, why did you do it, why lie on the street naked?" The thief posing as a tramp whispered to his companion who was kicked by Holden.

"Brother Nielsen... all blame the squinting kid, jumped out halfway and grabbed the money bag, and the spell made me ugly in public!"

The pickpocket climbed up, grasped the waist tightly with both hands, and complained to the leader with a grudge.

The man named Nielsen snorted and turned to look at Holden and Joan. His eyes finally stayed on Holden's face. He said: "This street is my territory. Your kid is here to find fault. Don't take my "Quick Swordsman" Nielsen in my eyes!"

"What'Quick Swordsman', I have never heard of this character." Holden still squinted, his slightly raised lips showing disdain, "As for finding fault, huh, huh, that's your confusion A justice person like me, of course, sees someone doing wrong, and of course he has to deal with it."

"I think your kid is impatient alive!"

Nelson's face was murderous, his wrists flicked gently, and two sharp daggers slipped from the cuffs and clenched tightly in his palms.

Now that the opponent has shown the weapon, Joan will not talk about civility and politeness, and directly casts the 2nd ring of "Higher Endoscopy" to check the details of the opponent in person.

Nelson noticed an unusually sharp magical radiance in his eyes, and took a step back vigilantly, but with his willpower, he couldn't stop Joan's spell at all. As for his two companions, even the idea of ??????resistance was too late to arise. , Joan read it thoroughly.

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