Ride and Cut

"Why don't you go to Coron City to rest, the governor will definitely welcome you." Lord Lord picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup, "I have nothing good to entertain you."

　　 "Those nobles are too flattering, I don't like them, and I don't like banquets." Du Peng waved his hand fiercely, and his disgust was clearly written on his face.

　　 "Why are you going to the northwest, isn't that the Kingdom of Orcs?" After taking a sip, Richard discovered that it was actually milk tea.

　　 This specialty drink made with black tea, milk and condensed milk is very popular among women, but as the producer, Richard has never been seen, because he doesn't have much interest in sweets.

　　 "Who, change a pot of tea."

　　 "It's the kingdom of half-orcs." Du Pont stretched out his hand to protect the teapot. "This tea tastes good. I still want a recipe. Why should I change it?"

　　 "Master... If you are so fat, it will be very harmful to your health."

　　 "As a magister, I have a deep grasp of my physical condition, and I usually don't get sick easily." Du Peng proudly picked up the teapot and poured himself a full glass.

　　 "Okay." Richard used to have all kinds of illusions about the so-called big people, thinking that they must all have a long-term vision and perseverance, and would not sink into low-level hobbies such as gluttony.

　　 I have seen a lot in the past two years, only to realize that it is not the case at all. As a living person, the advantages and disadvantages of human nature are all reflected in them, and it is better to cover up and not so easy to discover.

　　 "Why are you going to the Orc Kingdom?"

　　 "There was an old friend when he was young, I'll go see how he is doing." Du Peng waved his hand, "It's all old things, I guess you young people are not interested in knowing."

"But to be honest, you have a lot of new things here. I saw those big giants a long way away." The fat old man looked at Richard firmly, as if he knew him again, "A pioneering lord, his subordinates actually There are both dwarves and giants, which are far more powerful than those so-called giants."

　　 "Teach me, how on earth did you do it?" he asked with interest.

　　 Lord Lord shook his head coolly, "Without him, it's just handsome."

"And those giants are all over ten blades tall. Why are there such tall giants now?" Master Dupont scratched his head and asked suspiciously. The tallest sea giant has only six or seven blades."

　　 "Ah..." Richard's heart almost jumped out of his throat.

　　In today's mainstream view, the Iron Giant is an ancient subspecies that has long been extinct in the giant family. If someone finds out that they are still alive in Alpine Fort, there is no way to explain it.

　　 You need to know that there are no deep mountains and old forests in the surrounding area for hundreds of miles, and no one will believe the bad vulgar drama of the reclusive survivors.

　　 Fortunately, his mind has always been turning faster: "That is... a slight height abnormality caused by the return of the ancestors, so it is a bit taller than ordinary giants..."

　　 "Returning giant! Then I have to hurry up and see!" The element user's curious heart attacked, and Du Peng's eyes were lightened, and he stood up and left without saying a word.

　　 "Don't don't don't," Richard hurriedly grabbed his mage's robe and did not let go.

　　 "Zi La~" The sound of cracking silk was simply loud and loud.

　　 Du Pont watched his robe turn into a batter, his chubby cheeks twitching slightly, "I said, don't you plan to explain it?"

　　 "These ancestral giants are usually...very inferior, very inferior." Lord Lord speaks more smoothly, with extremely sincere compassion on his face, and his tone is full of humanistic care.

　　 "They are different from their own kind, because they are squeezed out by the ethnic group, so they have a deep sense of inferiority. They don't want to meet outsiders at ordinary times. They are very poor. Master, can't you forgive them?"

　　 This final question that hits the soul is really embarrassing, and Du Pont is soft-hearted, and he was immediately moved.

　　 "Well, that's a shame." He sat back on the chair again, still sighing unwillingly, "Actually, they should be proud of themselves, after all, the more they return to their ancestors, the closer they are to the ancient Titans."

"Who said no." Richard patted his thigh, realizing that he had finally fooled, and sighed pretendingly, "But the long time of more than ten thousand years is like an insurmountable sky. How many people can remember the Titans? The brilliance."

"That's right. Under the tide of time, nothing can be immortal." Master Du Peng finished with emotion, and then said: "On the other half of the journey, I also found that you have a subordinate that seems to have a strong spiritual origin. Good guy, much better than when I was younger."

　　 "Girl?" Richard's heart just let go and hangs up again, subconsciously sitting upright.

　　 Elizabeth is also the kind that is best not to go out of the door, and don't be known by outsiders. Not to mention the possible beauty of attracting bees and butterflies, the arthropods on both sides of her skull are not in line with any intelligent race, and it is equally troublesome to explain.

Lord Lord now really regrets the negligence of the secrecy work, so much so that Dupont just wandered around in the sky and actually read the most important secrets of Gaoshan Fort. It didn’t matter before, so-called. The enemy is nothing but shrimp soldiers. Keeping it confidential will not delay treating them as sandbags and slinging them with fierce hammers.

　　 But as the stalls of Gaoshan Fort become more and more spread out in the future, the opponents they face will inevitably become higher and higher. Their methods will be more diverse and sharper, and if they are still so negligent as they are now, they will have to suffer a big loss sooner or later.

　　 "Man, a kobold." The fat old man suddenly snorted, "I see such a strong spiritual origin, he is really blind!"

When the lord heard that it was Nehru, he relaxed a little, drank a cup of milk tea and was shocked, "I remember that Master Chogori made a famous metaphor 500 years ago-whether the spirit is strong or not, to a large extent It’s up to you to decide whether you’re going on foot or in a carriage when you’re on the path of magic."

　　 "That kobold is called Nehru, and he is also an element user. How can he be useless if he has a strong spirit?"

"How do you obey you can only listen to half." Du Peng turned his head to the side with a strange face, "Master Chogori is so amazing and brilliant, how can he agree with such a superficial thing as determinism of innateness, the original words are obviously like this—— "

　　 "Whether the spiritual origin is strong or not, to a large extent determines whether you are on foot or in a carriage on the magical road. Where this road ultimately leads depends on your personality and characteristics."

"Yes?"

"Yes." Du Peng sighed, "This sentence is clearly used to emphasize the importance of personal nature, and to encourage apprentices with poor spiritual talents not to give up easily. If you cut the second half, the meaning is completely reversed, OK? ."

　　 Old Richard blushed.