Dungeons & Dragons: I was kicked out of the team by Brave

"It's good that you know. I don't like to dwell on the past when I have nothing to do. That's the behavior of a weak person." Liya added a few firewood into the fire, then stared at the calm water in the clay pot and frowned, "What's going on? Seriously, is this water about to freeze?"

Richard responded honestly: "Yes, the fire source on the candle is my astral flame, in order to prevent the black smoke from making you cry. They only have a cooling effect, so the water will not boil for a long time."

"Did you do it on purpose? Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

"Probably just for fun, or to bully you."

"You are becoming more and more disrespectful to me."

Richard smiled and said: "Since Lady Nunalia wants me to be loyal to the Midden Territory forever, then it must not be too much for me to ask her to possess Miss Liya, right?"

Liya lowered her eyes and said, "Okay, I think Madam Nunalia will consider this request."

"Miss Liya, you don't know how to do these miscellaneous things, so let me do it. As a former high-level adventurer, I still know a little bit about rough cooking, of course only a little."

Richard snapped his fingers, and the blue flames in the firewood gradually turned into red, and the fumigating heat wave soon made the water surface roll.

The chocobo was brought up by Richard. After the blood was drained, the chocobo had already lost its fur in advance with flames. It only needed to be cut into pieces for cooking.

Liya took the wooden plate and said: "Just leave it to me. I don't like you doing these...useless chores. It's really a waste of resources. Lady Nunalia will definitely be angry."

Richard was surprised and said: "It's incredible, are you actually a virtuous and gentle woman?"

"I'm just trying to reproduce my mother's craftsmanship." Liya said lightly, "You'd better not be too sentimental."

"Okay, but lower your hand when you throw the chicken in. Don't be afraid that the water in the pot will splash you. The lower you press it, the less water will splash." Richard reminded hurriedly, but still slowed down step.

Liya wanted to raise her hands above her head for fear of being splashed by the water when the chicken was thrown into the pot.

As the chicken fell into the pot, the hot water splashed towards Liya.

Richard pulled her upper body and wrapped it in his mage robe.

Although there are many other magical ways to protect Liya, Richard feels that this is the most appropriate.

Liya's face remained expressionless, and of course the metal mask that covered the upper half of her face showed no expression.

"You can be more careful."

"It doesn't matter, you will protect me."

As some low-quality spices and salt that was full of impurities and even blackened were put into the pot, and combined with all the strange dishes that Nunalia brought back, the liquid in the pot successfully revealed its poisonous appearance.

Richard pinched his nose and said, "I think you failed to reappear."

Although I haven't tasted it yet, the chocobo's unique fishy smell has filled the entire kitchen.

Liya stared blankly at the pot of soup, forgetting the unpleasant smell for a moment.

She took a wooden spoon, gently scooped up a piece of meat, put it into her mouth without disgust, and chewed it gently.

The sour and woody texture of the meat made it impossible for her to chew it, and the smell of rotting meat made her faintly nauseated.

She spit out what was in her mouth very simply, her eyes showed surprise, and she let out a long sigh:

"Sure enough...no!"

Richard simply burned all these strange pieces of meat that were comparable to Lilinu's hate laboratory, and asked: "Are you still hungry?"

"No, I just want to vomit now."

"Probably a simple physiological reaction."

Richard put his hand under Liya's coat, and his delicate and flat abdomen was covered by his big hand. The hot breath made Liya feel much better.

Liya's body immediately tensed up, and she no longer had the slickness she used to have when flirting boldly with Richard: "Your hand seems to be too far down. I think the stomach is higher up."

"Listen to my sophistry."

"Do not listen."

"Well, I did it on purpose."

Liya suddenly said fiercely: "If you don't take it away quickly, believe it or not, I will chop it into pieces!"

Richard stopped immediately, and Liya's nausea had been significantly relieved.

"Hey, common people, do you think people's sense of taste will change?"

"Normally no, stick your tongue out and I'll check."

Liya obediently stuck out her tongue, her fresh and slippery tongue still steaming.

Richard pinched Liya's tongue with two fingers and pulled it out further, playing with it blasphemously for a while before he came to a conclusion: "Sure enough, I still don't know much about the human body, and Lili Nu is still needed for this examination. "

Liya's cheeks turned red and she said, "So you asked me to stick out my tongue just to make you self-aware?"

Richard said: "Probably, but according to the relevant theories I have learned, there shouldn't be any big problems with your sense of taste."

Liya seemed very concerned about this: "Are you really sure?"

"Okay. Although I'm not that proficient in human body structure, simple judgment can still ensure correctness."

"Well, it's really not the case." Liya's eyes became darker and darker.

Richard suggested: "If you really want to recall something, I would actually recommend the egg fried rice made by Mrs. Eve, which has the ability to directly interfere with the mind. I heard that even Aka chased her and called her mother after eating it."

Liya said calmly: "No need, I don't care about this, let's go, I've had enough."

Richard said in surprise: "For about one afternoon, I thought you would choose to spend the night here."

Liya raised her chin and said proudly: "Do you think Mrs. Nunalia will allow you and me to spend the night here? Stop dreaming, common people. I am a young lady from a noble family and have the strictest tutoring."

"I was going to help you repair the roof, but it's a pity."

"No need, just keep it as it is. Too many modifications will completely dissipate my already vague memory into dust."

Liya pulled Richard out of the wooden house again, and this time she took the initiative to hold Richard's hand.

This village, known as "Luoyue Hanwan", looks very dark and unclear at dusk.

The dark and dilapidated tone from the beginning becomes even more bizarre in the last ray of gray and cold daylight, and the feeling of moisture seems to infiltrate the soul.

There is not much light in the village. At night here, the brightest things are the eyes of the villagers.

No matter whether they are old or young, their eyes seem to be shining with a turbid and eerie light, lingering on the road like lanterns.

This strange sight and abnormal feeling made Richard, a mage who dealt with mystery all day, feel hairy.

Their eyes looked outward, but they would always focus on Liya and then quickly move away.

Hatred, resentment, and crazy but expectant eyes focused together constitute a spiritual carnival.

Faced with all this, Liya didn't have much emotion. She seemed to have been used to this situation for a long time.

At the exit of the village, Liya's grandmother, that crazy old pious woman, was waiting early. She almost stared out of her eyes and said in a numbing voice: "You devil, you bastard, you won't be here if you don't." In this world. It’s not over yet, it’s not over yet, you will all get the punishment you deserve.”

Liya stared at her, stopped, and suddenly took off the metal mask on her face, revealing a long-lost vicious smile: "Old Qianpo, you are the one who deserves to die. But don't think about dying, I will keep you there forever Live, forever immersed in my fear and my sorrow. I want you to make you—immortal.”

"Devil, the devil is coming." The old godly woman trembled violently, all her orifices began to bleed, and then ran back to the village on all fours, "Procreation, only procreation can fight the devil!"

In an instant, the undisguised malice of the entire village was instantly overwhelmed by Nunalia's even greater cruelty.

The whistling, crying, and gasping sounds that followed were mixed into the gloomy dusk, and slowly dissipated into nothing.

"Common people, look, that's the place where I will liquidate those people." Nunalia pointed to a dark red wasteland not far away.

"That was the happiest time in my life. They were scared, they screamed, they regretted, and their continuous pleadings were mixed with the crisp sound of broken bones and blood. But it was useless. There has never been mercy in my heart. You don't want to know that I used What kind of means, otherwise even you will be afraid of me and be surprised by my viciousness."

Richard said softly: "In view of your experience, I can accept all means of revenge and applaud you. If you want, I can personally take action and completely erase this village from the history of Ashe Continent."

"No, death is a relief for them, and I will never condone them."

Nunalia let go of Richard's hand and walked at the front, walking alone.

She turned to look at Richard and ordered: "Let's go, common people, no matter what I look like, you must respect me wholeheartedly. Your Miss Liya has been taken home, and now the one in front of you is Na Lady Nalia.”

Richard didn't say anything, he just followed Nunalia quietly.

Liya, who is as delicious as a girl, and Nanalia, who is as seductive as a wife, are two dissimilar individuals that constitute the complexity and contradiction of the woman in front of her.

Richard couldn't really tell which of the two identities was the real Nunalia, but he obviously liked either one.

"Common people, keep up with me. You are too slow. I allow you to stand alongside me." Nunalia urged, "Only you can barely qualify to be by my side. Be careful not to push yourself too far." Get carried away."

Richard turned around and took a deep look at the village that was about to disappear completely. The cold atmosphere made him shiver.

He walked quickly to Nunalia's side, felt the slight warmth of her tall and thin body, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, great, beautiful, narcissistic Lady Nunalia, I will obey Your will.”

"Don't use such a flattering tone. Those complimentary adjectives are used for me naturally." Nunalia walked to the top of the mountain, and she slowly looked into the distance.

The entire Warm Winter City is completely in sight. The brightly lit streets, the dense crowds of pedestrians, the heartfelt grateful praises, and the emotions full of admiration for Nanalia all make people feel the cleansing of their souls.

Nunalia was still looking into the distance, the wilderness of Nordland, Delran's palace, and everything in the Ashe continent were reflected in her eyes.

She looked particularly moving under the mountain breeze, and her intoxicating charm and gloom smoothed out all the discordant noises.

Richard looked back at the strange village that had disappeared and slowly entered death.

It's like it never existed, but it's always there.

In the wooden house, a faint blue flame suddenly ignited on the extinguished candle.

Chapter 283 The issue of Richard’s successor

Nunalia stood on the valley of the Northern Corridor and looked down at the pioneer organization's inn station and asked: "When do you plan to leave?"

"In three days, I will explain some things to the restless subordinates, so as not to cause them to roar around the city again."

Richard took out a token from the palm of his hand that Pope Dawn had given him before he left and said, "This is the divine token that the Pope secretly gave me before he left. She has already approved that the demon army in the underground city can appear in the Midden Territory." , but not in the name of the city lord's palace, but a neutral bandit."

Nunalia took the token and raised her eyebrows and said, "It's not bad. At least the Pope is more enlightened than I thought."

"After all, the Midden Territory is gone, and the church cannot be alone, and Lathander is not such a strict god." Richard said, "So what is the situation in the Nord Territory now?"

"The mixed legion has cooperated with the continental organizations of various order camps that came to support and successfully resisted the attacks of the two Balrog legions. However..." Nunalia showed a painful expression on her face, "Those supporting organizations It costs money, and it’s really a bit expensive.”

"I thought this was free assistance based entirely on the perspective of camp alliances? They are simply tainting the word kindness." Richard was also a little surprised, but it is normal to think about it. The maintenance of any organization requires a huge amount of funds to ensure Member Benefits.

Compared with the mercenaries and adventurers of varying quality, these good camp organizations of the Order Alliance have too many consciences, and if they are given enough money, they really dare to charge head-on to the demon army.

Nunalia looked at Richard and said: "Fortunately, the mineral output of my dungeon is good. The copper mine, silver mine, and the mithril you have hidden for a long time can be paid directly to them as rewards. Especially the mithril , they liked it very much.”

"First of all, what is "my dungeon"! Secondly, I clearly remember that I restricted the amount of mithril flowing out. How do you know this?" Richard suddenly felt that Nanalia might be more powerful than he thought. Get to know yourself, including the things that have been hidden.

"You don't manage the dungeon directly. All government affairs are taken over by that cunning moon elf. When she learned that you chose to join forces with the Midden Territory, our cooperation was fully launched." Nunalia looked wise. "She is a very good deputy and is qualified to contact me."

"So the gang of people in the dungeon have already secretly reached various cooperation with you, and they did it without my knowledge." Richard suddenly felt a little depressed. Before he had time to arrange too much, his subordinates had already All tasks were completed properly.