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At the same time, on the other side.

In the tent, Raphael, who was immersed in dealing with trivial matters after the war, suddenly raised his head, and his original indifferent expression suddenly turned into a pretty smile.

"A distinguished guest is here. Let me prepare a glass of refreshing water."

Muttering, she turned around and walked into the tent, and soon took out a cup.

"Come on, I don't dare drink your refreshing water."

At some point, a shadow appeared in the originally empty tent and said angrily.

He looks like he is sixty or seventy years old, has a tall and strong body, and should be a very powerful old man, but he is wearing earthy clothes like the uncle who grows vegetables next door, and his loose trousers are even more imageless.

Rolled up, revealing the flowing leg hair.

Gallon, the hairy-legged fairy, appeared in Raphael's tent.

"Oh, I remember it very clearly. You are worthy of Sir Gallen." Raphael put down the quilt with great regret.

"If you drink something like you, a yellow-haired little girl, not only will you have diarrhea, but you will also be sent out. I'm not an old fool yet." Galen said with a groan, as if he had painful memories.

"In short, I'm here to deliver the goods this time. I'm here to bring you the promised goods. Don't even think about defaulting on your debt."

"How dare you? I, Raphael, keep my word."

"Only God knows." Galen muttered, watching Raphael re-enter the room where the spices were placed. After a while, he came out with more than a dozen small jars in his arms.

"All the spices you asked for are here."

"Yeah. Let me take a look, just in case you are cheating." Gallen motioned for the other person to put it down, then he opened the jars one by one and smelled them before nodding with satisfaction.

"Yes, that's it."

"What is the use of these spices, Mr. Gallen? You sold all your students for these spices. Could it be that you were really inspired by Alice? You want to realize your dream of becoming the spice emperor."

Looking at Galen's careful movements, Raphael couldn't help but asked curiously.

In an instant, Galen's old face became very ugly. He didn't know whether it was because of the fact that he sold the student, or because Raphael's question touched a certain pain point in his heart.

"That kid really told you everything." He was stunned and shouted angrily.

"You didn't tell me. Xiao Wu is not stupid enough to expose your whereabouts so obviously, but he and Linya talked about everything and forgot to ask Linya to keep it secret, so..." Rafi

I smiled slyly.

"Why did I teach such an idiot student... No, both of them are idiots!" After Galen heard this, he knew that the boy didn't intend to betray him, but he became even more sad and angry.

"Anyway, that's it this time. Don't discuss this kind of thing with me again in the future. Time and time again, you and Akara, these two little foxes, I've had enough." Put away the spice jar and let it go by the gallon.

, said with great determination.

"No one wants to do this kind of thing. Although Xiao Wu's progress has been staggering and beyond everyone's expectation. Even Lord Tarasha back then could not catch up, but it is still not enough."

"Is it that urgent?"

"Yes, if Xiao Xiao Wu could have appeared a hundred years earlier... no, ten or twenty years earlier, maybe things would have been completely different."

"Come on, I feel that it was precisely because that brat appeared and kicked off everything that time became urgent. Otherwise, we might have to wait thousands and hundreds of years."

"That's right. That's why there is no way. Although it's not Xiao Wu's fault, we have to let him shoulder this responsibility, the responsibility of saving the world. If he didn't show up, I don't think so.

It will be a good thing for the alliance if we continue to dilly-dally."

"No matter what, he is still too young and such a responsibility is too heavy."

Galen sighed, but facing the reality before him, he was powerless, so he had no choice but to remain silent, turned around and left, his back looking particularly sluggish and heavy.

"By the way, Mr. Gallen, where is your other student? Don't you plan to let her hone her skills?" Raphael waggled his cunning fox tail, like a calculating capitalist, and asked Gallen quickly as he was about to leave.

"Hmph, that student of mine, although he is also a fool, is much easier and stronger than that brat. He doesn't need these boring training at all." Gallon snorted heavily, and his tall figure disappeared from the tent door.

Outside.

Regarding his answer, Raphael only regarded it as an angry comment and did not think deeply about it. Watching Galen's back leave, she sank her petite body deeply into the chair, thought for a long time, and then picked up the feather again.

Pen, continue to concentrate on camp affairs.

Walking on the street, I had an inexplicable shiver. I always felt as if someone with malicious intentions was plotting against me behind my back.

"Beansa, how was your trip to Kurast this time? Did you find the old man?"

"Well, I found the teacher." Beansa, who was still struggling with a jar of honey, responded vaguely while licking it.

"The teacher... asked me to wait for him in the hotel and went out alone."

"That's it again, that old guy really has no sense of responsibility at all." I cursed bitterly, and then touched Beansha's lovely head with pity, and gently touched her two black and smooth ponytails.

Knead gently.

"Anyway, let's go back first and watch me give that old man a good lesson."

"Brother, I want to eat steamed buns." Beansa finally finished the jar of honey, licked the residue at the corner of his mouth, and looked at me eagerly.

"Yes, yes, but the meat buns are not as delicious as last time." I said angrily and funny. Then I took Beansha to buy a bunch of meat buns and returned to the dilapidated and abandoned hotel.

The door was still sadly ignored by the two of us, and we jumped directly. We entered through the attic window. Before our eyes could react, our noses smelled a scent.

I saw a certain hateful old man, just like a farmer uncle sitting on the field ridge, squatting by the campfire, cooking a pot of something.

"Old man, you are finally back."

I led Beansa and walked with heavy steps to the campfire, where I sat down and stared at him angrily.

"Oh, how did you two meet? We came back together. Is it because of mutual attraction between idiots?" The Hairy Leg Immortal glanced at me and asked calmly.

Damn it...at this point, this old man still dares to talk mean-spiritedly, and he's so mean that I can't refute him.

"Old man, please be honest. What kind of conspiracy are you and that old fox like Raphael hiding from me?"

"Conspiracy?" The hairy-legged fairy looked surprised. Putting his current expression on the screen is enough to win an Oscar for Best Acting.

"I don't know about that little girl Raphael. I'm not playing any tricks. Is a fool like you worth my tricks?"

The leg-hair fairy who not only distanced himself, but also insulted me by the way, showed a smile that made me grit my teeth.

"Do you still want to quibble? If I hadn't discussed it with Raphael behind the scenes, how could it have been such a coincidence that when the battle came, you happened to leave, and as soon as the battle ended, you came back!" I snorted and took out the

The words were prepared in advance.

"I can't help it." The leg hair fairy vomited bitterness with an innocent face, and pinched the rolled up trousers to make his leg hair look more elegant.

"When the battle was about to come, our secret stronghold, which was here, was discovered by the little girl. She told me that if you don't leave, the next battle will be over."

"So?" I widened my eyes.

"So I left."

"You are so cool, you bastard! Is it that fun to push students into the fire pit?" I was furious and wanted to kick the pot on the bonfire.

"Do you want me, an old man, to go to the battlefield? Didn't I tell you before? I have dizziness."

The Hairy Leg Immortal was shocked and turned pale. Then he hunched over, coughed several times, and his hands were covered with blood. He glanced at it and looked like he was about to faint.

"You're bleeding, sister, you might as well get over your leukemia!" I felt like I was wearing Godzilla's rag doll suit, constantly spewing blazing anger around me.

"Besides, this is also a training. I am your teacher, so I naturally have no approval for this kind of thing." When the plan failed, the Leg Hair Immortal showed a fatherly look like a mentor again, patted me on the shoulder, and spoke with sincerity.

road.

"The aloof Lion King will ruthlessly push his child off a cliff in order to temper him. Haven't you heard of this story?"

"You're just a bad old man, you want to compare yourself to the Lion King?" I snorted coldly, and I pulled Beansha, who was eating meat buns and watching our quarrel forcefully, to the other side and sat down, isolating the hairy leg fairy.

stand up.

"Ignore that guy, Beansa, you must listen carefully. You must not listen to what this old man says in the future. He might sell you at some point, you know?" I said to Beansa in a serious voice.

Biansha blinked her pure eyes, looked at me, and then at the Leg Hair Fairy. With the weight of the meat buns and honey, the scale completely tilted to my side. She nodded heavily,

Then he took a bite of the meat bun with a happy face.

The hairy leg fairy in the distance looked at it and immediately blew his beard and stared.

Hum hum, bad old man, you are still too young. When it comes to how to get along with idiot junior sisters, I am much better than you, because I am also... Ahem, what do I want to say, by the way, because I am a genius

Genius and fool are like two magnets with opposite poles, naturally they are more likely to be attracted together.

In short, I have roughly figured out this incident. The mastermind is still the old fox Raphael, who has no omissions, and the hairy-legged fairy is suspected of being an accomplice.

But I can't blame anyone. After all, the biggest culprit behind this is my own physique that attracts trouble.

Think about it, Raphael can't be so proud that even the three demon gods must cooperate with her. If it weren't for this time, all the world power experts in the camp would go to Harrogas to fight Baal, even if

No matter how hard Raphael plots everything, there is no way he can pull off this trick [The Lion King, the Child, and the Cliff’s Story].

The only thing to blame is that I am an unlucky person.

In addition, compared with the last incident in Gamorro, no adventurers were sacrificed this time just to temper me. This is also the most important reason why I have no complaints even though I am full of complaints.
To be continued...