Ride and Cut

"Blow, then blow." Richard sneered and didn't believe it at all.

　　Bedrick's degree of reliability is known to him: it fluctuates slightly depending on the situation, and in general, even the peak value is far below the lower limit of normal people.

　　 Pompeii's national fortunes have been booming in recent decades. Seeing that Stuart is thrown away and approaching San Jose, the biggest factor of instability is his crown prince. It is said that many foreign aristocrats are betting privately, wanting to know which ditch can Pompeii take when Bederik ascends to the throne.

　　 Attention-they are betting on which ditch to take, not whether it will be taken into the ditch. This is a qualitative difference.

　　 "Really!" Bedrick scratched his head, "You come to Fris, I have nothing to entertain you. Isn't it interesting to take you to see what the Magister is like?"

　　 "Do you think the magister is like a monkey in a circus?" Lord Lord looked at each other firmly.

　　 Apart from being unreliable for the first time, he also felt that Bedrick's brain might be a bit problematic.

　　 The rank of Magister is so well-known that the meaning it represents can only be described with scorching heat.

　　As the ultimate achievers of the element user road, they can send precious rain to the land that has been dry for ten years when smiling, and they can turn a small city into ruins in one fell swoop when they are angry.

　　They are not gods, but to ordinary civilians, they are like gods that cannot resist.

　　 It is no exaggeration to say that every magister is a monument to master the mystery of the elements. The strength is not so strong, the status is not so high, and the knowledge is not so knowledgeable, so naturally, the temper is often not so big.

　　 It is obvious that the Magisters have their own homeland, but in fact, this is often because magic research consumes a lot of money, and the two sides are "linked" immediately, and there is no such direct affiliation.

　　 Not to mention just the crown prince, even if your Majesty Sargerei wants to bring foreign guests to see the Magister, you probably have to make an appointment first.

　　 "Your Excellency Dupont is easier to talk, I say I can see it, I will definitely see it." Bedrick took Richard to leave without saying a word.

　　 Lord Lord was surprised to find that the way of commuting for the Crown Prince of Pompeii was to take a public carriage. And looking at his posture of beckoning to stop the car, he was obviously very skilled.

　　 What made him even more dumbfounded was that the four of them finally waited for the carriage. After Bedrick reported his destination, he didn't mean to pay any money, and he and the two entourages turned to look at Richard, not embarrassed or embarrassed.

　　 "I swear I lost my purse."

　　 "You really have you." Richard sighed with his forehead, took out a few coppers and handed them to the coachman, expressing cautious pessimism about the future of this journey.

The wheels began to turn on the smooth stone road in Fleisch, and began to chatter: "Your Excellency Dupont is not a traditional magician. His magical philosophy, his lifestyle, and his research direction are almost the opposite of tradition. , In short, a very interesting person."

　　 "Oh, what an anti-traditional law?" Lord Lord was really interested.

　　Because he feels that if he talks about anti-tradition, the Bedrick in front of him should be the uncrowned king.

　　 The coachman who was counting money glanced at them without a trace, and sneered secretly.

　　 This little young man is blowing his cowhide, and he really has a bit of demeanor when he was young. Obviously, he couldn't even take out a few coppers in the carriage, and his mouth was full of either a magister or anti-traditional. The courage he didn't know where it came from, I was really not afraid of flashing his tongue.

　　 And just the shape of his head-so smooth and slippery with oil, most of them are not big businessmen or habitual fraudsters.

　　The big businessmen have private carriages, so they won’t sit here, so there will only be habitual fraudsters.

　　 He has seen all kinds of people selling tickets for so many years. He has a wealth of knowledge and can be sure at a glance: the one who is chattering must be the liar who did not run, and he must be the main culprit. The other two who did not say anything were responsible for pretending to be deep. They were his accomplices, and of course they were also liars.

　　 As for wearing a weird mage robe, with an epee on his back, the one who was responsible for paying the fare just now was of course the poor fat sheep who was targeted by them.

　　 You know by looking at your dress that you must be an epee who relies on martial arts to eat, but every day you look forward to learning magic and becoming a magician. This kind of person is actually not uncommon.

　　 The coachman can almost restore the whole experience from his own mind-a warrior who is good at obscenity and surpasses swordsmanship, dreams of becoming a mage all day long, and somehow meets a group of liars.

　　 The three scammers did what they wanted and began to sell their dreams to him. It's nothing more than "there is a magician who meets guests publicly, just to pay some money" or something.

　　 Of course, the higher the rank, the more able to fool people, so the magister must be emphasized.

As for why it is necessary to emphasize anti-tradition, this is also very simple-the traditional magician is too difficult to act, at least it is necessary to find an abandoned castle to pretend to be a mage tower, and then hire dozens of servants to pretend to be apprentices to look like that. .

　　 But as long as the anti-traditional attributes are added, not only can the drama of "magister meet civilian warriors" instantly become reasonable.

　　 can even go a step further, such as preaching that this magister is willing to be poor, so he insists on living in a broken house in a civilian area. It can greatly reduce the cost of fraud without making people suspicious. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

　　 "You can't believe that Master Dupont has lived in a two-story building that is neither spacious nor gorgeous since he was a child," Bedrick said.

　　 Look, sure enough. The coachman sneered in his heart, and couldn't help being proud of his wisdom. The mood that had been overcast for most of the day was instantly overwhelmed.

　　 "Is there really such a person in reality?" Lord Lord couldn't help being a little surprised.

　　 You have to know that if you don’t move all your life, you will keep the old house and grow old. It sounds very warm. But it is human nature to pursue better and more convenient living conditions. And the ordinary house is definitely too narrow for a magician.

　　 "Yes, in fact, I have never moved in my life." What Bedrick said is absolutely true, after all, the last time the Pompeii Palace was relocated was more than a thousand years ago.

　　 "It's not easy." Although Richard still didn't believe that it was easy to see the Magister, the news given by him should be accurate.

　　 is over. The coachman had silently sentenced the swordsman to death. This kind of guy with well-developed limbs really had a very simple mind and was the best target for fraud.

　　Maybe until the last copper coin in the purse was spent, he didn't know that he had met a liar. I thought I had met a real magister, but my talent was not good and I didn't have the opportunity to follow and learn, and then spent the rest of my life in depression.

　　 Or, give him a reminder? The coachman hesitated.

　　 "Welcome to take the next ride." When the four guests got out of the car, he increased the volume a little bit more than usual, and Quandang tried to wake up the fat sheep.

　　 As for whether it is too obscure that the other party can't understand-what's up with him, the fare has already been paid anyway.