After rebirth, buy the elf princess for one gold coin

"I am more powerful than you imagine!"

"Are you kidding me?" Granny was speechless. She was just simple-minded and not really stupid.

Stretching out her big hand and pinching Roland's arm, she said disapprovingly: "I can easily break your arm, you are not strong."

"Really? What if we keep breaking up?"

"Then I admit that you are very strong." Granny's eyes were shining brightly.

"Come and try."

Roland calmly stretched out his left arm and quietly released various magics to it.

[Secondary Force Field], [Rock Shield], [Forest Light], [Strengthening Technique], [Deflection Technique]...

While adding various buffs to himself, he also quietly added a bunch of debuffs to Granny.

After all, he has the strength of a third-level knight.Coupled with the protection of magic, it is just the right time to test the magic effects of gain and debuff.

The magic system in the world of Tiamat is divided into six levels in total, of which the first five levels are the domain of the mortal powerful, and the sixth level is the magic of the divine domain.

The lethality of first-level magic is not excellent, but many auxiliary magics are first-level, which is very useful for strengthening yourself and weakening the enemy.

Granny looked at Roland's confident look and hesitated.

Although she has the ability to break Roland's arm, Roland is the master, and a maid who intentionally hurts her master will go to jail.

This must be the reason why Roland dared to let her do it.

Granny suddenly realized that her clever IQ had taken over the high ground.

It can't be broken, right?It doesn't matter.At least Roland had to be so painful that he begged for mercy, for daring to underestimate her fighting power.

"Then I'm on it?"

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up." Roland urged.Some powerful magics last for a short time, and if they don't last, they have to be added again.

Granny held Roland's arm with her right hand. For some reason, she suddenly felt a little weak.The whole body's strength can only be used at [-]%.

[-]% makes [-]%, pinch it first and then talk!

Being held by Granny's thick palm, Roland was actually a little frightened. This guy could tear firewood into neat strips. He was like a human-shaped wood chipper.

But Granny squeezed it hard, and Roland was relieved that magic was indeed omnipotent.

In order to continue the test, he mocked unceremoniously: "Is this the strength of a barbarian? Or have you not eaten lunch? Work harder!"

Granny was ignited, her eyes were red, her blood surged up instantly, she roared and grabbed Roland's arm with both hands and broke it hard.

Coincidentally, these days were her menstrual period, and she was in a state of continuous blood loss. The combination of anger and blood loss directly triggered the blood rage state that requires blood loss to activate.

After entering the blood rage state, more blood gushes out of her nose and mouth, and she triggers multiple blood rage states and reckless fanaticism.

Blood Rage + Multiple Blood Rage + Reckless Frenzy, three layers of buffs dispelled the Debuff added to Roland, and she gained an instantaneous burst of power that was seven times higher than normal.

There was a crisp "click" sound, and Roland's arm was broken.

The moment she heard the sound, Granny woke up.

It's over, break off the master's arm, and she will definitely sit through the bottom of the prison.

She opened her hands in panic and said with a cry in her voice, "I didn't mean it, please punish me."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Although his lips turned white from pain, Roland still kept smiling, "This is my order, and I am fully responsible for the consequences. Okay, please step back."

Leaving the stunned barbarian maid behind, Roland quickly returned to the bedroom and sat down on the bed, sweating from the pain.

Is this the power of barbarians?

The magic offset most of the damage, but the arm was still broken. Is this reasonable?

Looking at his arm that was swollen like a pig's elbow, he kept hissing, using healing techniques to relieve the pain, and rummaging through the cabinets to find ointment.

As he writhed, a soft light green light fell on his arm.

Melanis appeared at some unknown time, and a green shadow of the Tree of Life appeared in her palm. Light continued to fly out of the shadow of the Tree of Life and landed on Roland's arm.

The swelling and pain disappeared, and the broken bones gradually healed.

Half a minute later, Melanis put away her hands, held the corners of her skirt, bowed, and said softly: "I am not a priest, and my healing skills are a bit unfamiliar. Please forgive me."

Roland shook his left arm, which was intact as before.

He smiled and grabbed Melanies' hand and said happily: "Thank you, you are really my angel."

Melanis's hands were held by Roland, and her body felt inexplicably hot.

She could have easily removed her hands, but she didn't.

This is the power given to Roland by the contract, and she understands and respects it.

Chapter 5 The Baron who is good at bragging

The free city of Landis is located at the intersection of two major rivers, with convenient transportation and developed trade. It is a prosperous city that never sleeps.

This is also the famous gold-selling cave. As long as you are willing to spend money, you can enjoy a luxurious life here.

The Blue Night Tavern in a corner of the city is a peculiar tavern.

The consumption threshold here is not low.Mud-legged people and the urban poor dare not enter this tavern. The main consumers here are the urban middle class, small nobles, knights and merchants.

There is a mixture of fish and dragons here, and occasionally strong people put on masks to have fun.

In the Blue Night Tavern, there was an urban legend that a fourth-level mercenary was beaten by a drunkard until his teeth were all over the floor, and there was also a million-gold gambling game.

The Blue Night owes its appeal to an event that has been around for many years.

Bragging session.

The Bragging Conference is held every six months, and participants are regardless of high or low. The only requirement is to sandwich exaggerated truths.

The landlady is good at divination and has the eye to distinguish truth from falsehood.

Just brag and she will decide who is the winner.

This game that is both fake and real is more exciting than gambling and has many participants.

On June 1453, 6 in the Annihilation Calendar, the summer restlessness did not disappear as night fell, but became even more intense in the hustle and bustle of the tavern.

In the crowd, young people wearing masks chatted.

His voice was mellow and his words were pleasant, and the audience listened with gusto.

At the end of tonight's bragging performance, he suppressed his smile and said calmly: "I'm going to play something real next, so sit down."

After a moment of pause, he whispered mysteriously: "I once bought a girl with stunning looks for a gold coin, and she was an elf. Whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway."

The braggart said seriously.

The boos and jeers came in waves.

"Keep blowing, I almost believe it."

"Ah, yes, yes, I bought the Immortal Firebird for one gold coin yesterday, but it's a pity that it accidentally turned into a turkey when I woke up today. Just ask you if you believe it."

"Hahaha, come down quickly, tonight's championship has nothing to do with you!"

If there hadn't been a tall female warrior standing behind the braggart who looked untouchable, someone might have greeted him with stinky shoes and rotten eggs.

Facing everyone's doubts, Roland didn't take it seriously. He shrugged and sat down slowly.

He didn't care about these guys' suspicions.

Anyway, they have no say in the outcome.

He turned his attention to the proprietress behind the bar.

This mysterious woman, whose face is covered with black gauze all day long, is said to be pretty good-looking, but it is only said that no one has seen her true appearance after all, so she might be a wrinkled old woman.

Some people say that she has been married, while others say that she is still single, but these are not important. What is important is that she has a special ability, and no lies can be hidden in front of her.

This is also the reason for her to hold a bragging conference.

She said whoever is the champion is the champion.

She never shows up, and only visits the store during bragging contests.

Rolanda clicked here just to win the championship in the first half of the year.

The reward for the champion of the bragging contest is very simple. You can ask the boss lady to help you divine once.

He didn't want to wait any longer, he just wanted to know the outcome of the eleven forces that declared war as soon as possible.

After the performance, he returned to the corner, picked up his glass, and listened to the others bragging with a smile.

Regarding these guys' bragging, his comment was "very good bragging, don't brag next time."

He didn't notice that just as he was finishing his performance, the expressionless lady boss sitting behind the bar's eyes lit up.

The crystal ball under the bar became crystal clear and emitted soft light.

This means that "one gold coin buys an elf girl" is a fact.

There are many people who tell the truth during the truth-telling session, but most people's lives are lackluster, and the truth they can tell is not too shocking.

However, the mysterious contestant just now was different. The truth he told was so outrageous that even the boss lady thought it was fake.

It's actually true!One gold coin to buy the most beautiful elf girl?

Although she couldn't figure it out, she knew the game was over.

No matter how others brag, she finds it boring.

After patiently listening to the nonsense of the last braggart, she slowly stood up and said softly: "Mr., who bought the elf girl for one gold coin, please come with me."

"Ah? Why is he the champion?"

Everyone was stunned.

"how can that be!"

"Did the boss lady make a mistake? I don't believe it!"

"I don't accept that a gold coin can buy an elf girl!"

The other braggarts were a little confused, and the way they looked at Roland also changed.

There was shock and confusion, but mostly envy, jealousy and hatred.

That's an elf girl!

Not to mention keeping it in the house as a personal pet, just licking it and touching it a few times is a top-notch enjoyment.

Not only can it be used by yourself, but it can also be passed down from generation to generation as a family heirloom.

Even for an elf girl of slightly inferior quality, the price on the market starts at thirty thousand gold coins (non-god-given gold coins), so there is still a price but no market.

One gold coin can buy an elf with more than [-] gold coins. This is such a huge profit!

In addition to envy and hatred, the spectators began to think about another question, who is this damn lucky man?

The man was wearing a full-covering mask, so they couldn't recognize him, but the boss's wife definitely knew.

Just when someone was trying to find out Roland's identity, the landlady had already led Roland into the secret room.

"Sir, congratulations on winning the championship. What do you want to divine?"

"I want to know the outcome of Baron Münhausen's declaration of war against the eleven forces."

Roland asked with a smile.

He knew the question would give him away, but he didn't care.

The proprietress of Blue Night Tavern never reveals the secrets of her customers. This is her professional ethics.

"So you are Baron Münhausen."

The landlady suddenly realized.

She smiled and nodded, and teased half-jokingly: "Although Minhausen is barren, it is rich in talents. The previous baron won the championship. I didn't expect you to be no less generous."

"Oh, what did he say?"

"Sorry, this is the guest's secret." The landlady didn't want to say more. She just smiled and took out the crystal ball and playing cards for divination and placed them on the table between the two of them.