Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

An ascetic who could vaguely perceive chaos was regarded by Teclis as the greatest gain of his trip to Indy.

These people who completely abandon desires and simply explore the nature of the world are of great value to the White Tower of Horace.

The elves' thoughts and senses are too sharp, and coupled with their long lifespans, it is difficult for them to keep their minds in a highly relaxed state throughout their lives like the people in the Indy weird culture circle.

With a little satisfaction, they continued to move inland towards Indy, intending to find something that could help the elves in this country of a thousand gods.

But all the ministers need to consider is finding something to serve the elves. As a monarch, Imrik has a lot of things to consider.

After resolving a series of troubles in Marienburg and signing a new defensive alliance treaty with William, the Phoenix King returned to Ulthuan with his followers.

After all, this time they came under the slogan of supporting the Chaos invasion. Now that the Yankees have rolled back to the Norse Mountains, the Empire cannot let them keep an eye on hundreds of dragons all the time, fearing that they will be burned to ashes by flames one day.

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"Come, come, this sketch of Lady Bev, the fairest rose of Etain, the most beautiful lady in Ulthuan, the Pearl of Lothern, was created by a great artist, and every stroke of his brush is filled with admiration for her.

Only 20 silver coins per copy, first come first served, if you miss it there will be no second chance."

In the busy streets of Lothern Harbor, a young elf with long black hair shouted to the audience to come over quickly, trying his best to explain how precious the item in his hand was. It was the artist who spent a lot of effort wandering around the Phoenix Court, and had the honor of seeing Miss Bev's beautiful face on an evening full of ambiguity and romance.

The marketing method of directly talking about a princess in the lowest area of ​​the city inevitably attracted a lot of onlookers. Some people who had been cheated by unscrupulous businessmen just sighed and left after watching Antoine standing on the wooden frame.

And more foreigners who had just arrived in Lothern to make a living were obviously very interested in the paper in Antoine's hand.

The wind from the sea made the paper sway, and the businessman's waving arms made Miss Bev's pretty face only a shadow in the eyes of the onlookers.

But it didn't matter, being able to see the true appearance of the Itain Pearl was a huge reward compared to the twenty silver coins that could only buy two bottles of low-quality ordinary science.

Everyone knows that Miss Bev is the Dragon Prince's niece-in-law and is raised as a granddaughter by the Phoenix King.

An old man who often patronized Antoine's business, carrying a heavy sack on his shoulder, noticed that Antoine was trying to trick strangers into doing business in the port area again, so he asked, "Antoine, have you forgotten the time when you fought with rats for food in the prison cell? You dare to sell fake paintings under the name of Miss Bev."

The originally lively atmosphere became very strange after the uncle's remarks. The buyer who had just bought a sketch of Miss Bev from Antoine went from seeing the beauty who was vividly depicted in simple lines on the paper to frowning in thought.

I think the princess shouldn't have innocent eyes like a young girl, and shouldn't pout her thin lips to express her dissatisfaction.

He had already sold about half of the stock. When an acquaintance discovered that the paintings he was selling were fake, Antoine did not panic at all. He snatched the copper coin from a young man who was still hesitating whether to buy it and forced the paper with Miss Bev's face painted on it into his collar.

He quickly found another target and explained to the uncle calmly:

"Uncle Monk, you have never met Miss Bev, so how can you accuse me of selling fake paintings? Artworks are inherently subjective, and it is precisely because the Countess's appearance cannot be depicted with a brush that I was arrested and thrown into the cell by those short-sighted royal guards. I must fully embody the princess's beauty next time." While defending himself, Antoine felt the bag around his waist become heavy. While the sale was being forced, he took the time to glance at the street and found that a team of port guards with spears were patrolling there. He knew it was time to stop.

Taking advantage of the last bit of time, Antoine fished out a few silver coins that were covered in dirt or feces. He turned around abruptly and threw the remaining thirty fake paintings into the sky. While everyone's attention was drawn to this, he ran away along the cargo boxes piled up in the port.

The port guard noticed something was wrong and hurriedly approached the noisy place. When he heard that it was Antoine selling fake paintings again, he was so angry that his teeth were itching.

This stinky boy from the country has caused quite a bit of trouble in Fengyu City in the past three months. Selling fake paintings under the name of the Princess of the Phoenix Court is only the most insignificant aspect of his bad career.

Antoine, who was more familiar with the streets of Lothern than his hometown, changed into the worn-out labor clothes he had prepared long ago when he passed the first cargo box. His black hair tied behind his head fell loose, covering most of his face.

He poured a few drops of cheap beer that even dogs wouldn't drink on his collar, then staggered towards the alley at the edge of the street, like a drunkard whose spine was broken by life.

Several businessmen in velvet robes walked past the drunkards, pinching their noses and expressing their hopes to the accompanying city hall workers.

The selfless Chamber of Commerce cannot tolerate a drunkard wandering around during the day. There are many vacancies in the port, which can allow idle drunkards to work until the end of their lives and make use of the little remaining energy before drowning in alcohol.

But what the businessman did not notice was that the pure gold identity badge inlaid with emeralds around his waist had inexplicably disappeared. He was still talking loudly about how to improve the environment of Fengyu City and strive to help all the adults achieve financial freedom as soon as possible.

Antoine walked quickly, and when he passed a group of people strolling leisurely, he saw the jewel pendant on the waist of the person in front of him.

After thinking about it for a while, he didn't think it was a big problem. After all, Lothern's guard force was pretty solid except near the royal court, but everywhere else was shit.

When Antoine bumped into the tall young man, his palm turned into a black shadow and passed through the gem pendant, and he quickly said, "Sorry, sorry."

He thought he was going to succeed, but he never expected that his right hand had been grabbed.

Imrick looked at the thief in front of him with great interest. There was no shortage of people who made a living by stealing anywhere. Just like the rule summarized by a certain master, there would always be one fool among a hundred people.

But you stole things, and the person you stole was the Phoenix King, with a group of Flame Knights next to him. Are you sure you did it to make a living, and not to die?

"Boy, do you know what you are doing?"

Antoine pretended to be innocent, "Sir, I just bumped into you accidentally... Do I have to pay for the medical expenses?"

"No need to pay for medical expenses, but..." Imrik's smile became more and more weird. This kid has some tricks. The Flame Knights around him didn't react in time. They only saw a black shadow appear beside him.

"You may enjoy another kind of life in this life." (End of this chapter)