The Bald Monk in the City

"I'm Isabella's eldest sister, you can call me Olaana."

"Excuse me, because I have been too busy recently, so I could not come before."

Olaana looked at everyone, even if she did not reveal the vitality of her legendary warrior.

But as the most powerful existence of the imperial royal family, even if they just stand there, they still carry awe-inspiring coercion.

She didn't look too high, but she was not very friendly.

Her fiery red clothes didn't make her look so gorgeous, but with a thrilling aura like blood.

And immediately behind her was a lady who looked younger than her.

She wore a golden brocade, and she didn't look like an attendant.

The latecomer didn't speak, but stood quietly beside Olaana.

Yi Qiu squinted his eyes slightly, even if he didn't have the power of the Sky Eye to let him see through the other side's true shape.

Yi Qiu knew what it was just by smelling the strong, familiar smell on the other party:

A golden dragon of at least a mature age, her body exudes surging and violent life force.

For a mortal that often eats pork, he can't distinguish a live pig from the smell that often carries a heavy smell.

But for Yi Qiu, his senses have surpassed the category that mortals can understand.

Of course, the level of the dragon cook also plays a certain role.

After all, a chef who cooks magically should naturally have some control over the ingredients he often eats.

Although Yi Qiu's eyes didn't show anything wrong, the golden dragon that turned into a human form took the lead to lock him:

"I remember you, your name is Yi?"

Jin Long ignored other people's gazes. She looked at Yi Qiu, and there was a subtle mood swing flashing in the golden eyes.

Isabella blinked, even if she knew it had no effect, but she couldn't help but try to peer into the heart of this golden dragon.

This golden dragon is not as friendly as a regular golden dragon. Her pure blood originated from ancient and powerful creatures makes her despise all stupid creatures.

If human contempt is more often, it will be popularly expressed as vicious sarcasm.

Jinlong's contempt is manifested in the ignorance of creatures other than Olaana, she will not use race as the orientation to judge intelligent creatures.

But with wisdom—wisdom enough to make her eye-catching, to get her stop with her charming golden pupils.

But sometimes, there are obviously some factors other than wisdom...

"I am the pupil of molten gold-Dam-Dana, I am very happy to see the existence of a cook who inherited the ancient dragon."

Under the rather subtle gaze of everyone, the pupil of melting gold-Dam-Dana nodded towards Yi Qiu.

In fact, not all dragons are so domineering.

For lawful and kind dragons, they tend to be more friendly than other dragons.

This golden dragon is undoubtedly an exception, just like the little red dragon of Emma...

"Do you like to eat too?"

Yi Qiu looked at the pupil of melting gold-Damu-Dana, he did not understand Jin Long's thinking very well.

Does she want to express her kindness to the Dragon's cook, or her unique hobby for Long Lei's cooking?

Yi Qiu doesn't know if Jinlong eats dragon meat or not. His inertial thinking makes him forget the original intention of the dragon cook...

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The waiters kept serving delicious food, taking into account the preferences of everyone, among which meat is the main food.

Although the royal family of the empire still has its own strict precepts, it is not as strict as the world imagined.

After all, the origin of the empire was born out of blood and fire.

Therefore, the courtesy of the imperial family did not show too much restraint.

In fact, even earlier, these precepts, which were already rare, seemed to have no restraint.

These can be seen from the food at the banquet:

There are not so many bells and whistles used to show off skills and admiration food, more of them are roasted in large chunks of crunchy, rich fat meat.

Of course, when it comes to political confrontation, there may be a certain compromise.

But when banqueting these players from various planes, Olaana still maintained a more normal food style.

As a maternal bloodline, Isabella is more partial to sweets, but for some reasons, Olaana has always expressed strong control over this.

Just as the banquet was going hot, Orana suddenly looked at Yi Qiu and said:

"Are you still practicing that villain's genre?"

Her language did not show too much intense emotion, but Isabella, who knew the secret behind her, instantly pricked her ears.

"The genre of villains?"

Yi Qiu put down the piece of meat that he had gnawed on with his bones, and as the thinking of Faxiang's head accelerated, he quickly thought of what the princess was referring to.

"If you mean tearing flow, I think so."

Yi Qiu looked at Olaana, his golden eyes were deeply calm and indifferent.

Yi Qiu is not good at the art of language, let alone telling lies about it.

Although the monk does not demand the strictness of honesty like the paladin, there is a corresponding existence in the holy precepts that can be selected.

The appearance of these sacred precepts means that this is not without influence on the monks.

It is not that Yi Qiu will not compromise, but that is not what he wants.

Even for a legendary character who controls the empire, Yi Qiu is no longer what he used to be.

He rose from the dust, and naturally he would not be afraid to crawl in the dust.

But this does not mean that he will still have his head off by others.

The atmosphere suddenly solidified, Emma put down the knife and fork in her hand, and there seemed to be some fiery power burning in her vertical pupils.

But Bikz's eyes flickered, he wouldn't give up his original plan because of the simple question of the princess.

He was thinking quickly about the method of breaking the game and some things to choose from.

If the long princess and Yi Qiu were in a certain intensified state, he would choose Yi Qiu without hesitation.

It is not how old he is, he is a mage, an academic mage who faces everything with wisdom and calmness.

Even with a simple calculation, he would know the difference between choosing Yi Qiu and choosing Olaana.

A legendary character won't care about a high-ranking mage's rebellion, but bearing the anger of a legendary character for teammates will obviously have more shining value.

"You are not like a monk..."

Exceeding everyone's expectations ~www.readwn.com~ Olaana was not angry or anything.

She looked at Yi Qiu lightly, and then said:

"I wait for you to reach the legend... Then, under the witness of the people of the empire."

"I will tell them how vulnerable the genre of that despicable villain is!"

Olaana's tone seemed to carry a touch of anger that was difficult to dissipate, even if the time passed so long, she still could not forget.

Especially when she found out that the other party was most likely not really dead...

"I will come……"

Yi Qiu nodded, there was no fluctuation in his heart.

But speaking of it, that ancestor is really... brave...

Yi Qiu thought slightly...