You call this a shield?

"what idea?"

Everyone looked at Neveu who suddenly raised his hand.

"Why don't we just make an import and export ourselves?"

Neveu pointed at her back with her thumb: "Shall we cut a hole in it?"

Sheld was completely stunned by these words, and after a while, Sheld said with some belated awareness: "That's a good idea..."

Great Wisdom Ruoyu?

Sheld threw a bottle of intelligence potion to Neveuu, and then pointed to the position beside him: "Just here, cut directly!"

As for what should not be stabbed in case of stabbing, let this car be scrapped or something...

It's not your own thing, don't feel bad!

I saw that Neveu drank the intelligence potion in a few gulps, stretched out her pink tongue and licked her lips, and then drew out the long sword behind her.

There was no extra movement, as he pulled it out, he slashed directly towards the metal wall in front of him.

And Almi's sword did not live up to everyone's expectations. Even if it was a product of the ancient kingdom, it was still as easy as cutting tofu.

"Make as big a cut as you can."

"learn!"

"Clang!"

……

The lower level of the third district, if asked the name of the city, most people here would answer that.

In addition, there is a small group of people who are in a slightly higher position, have better conditions, and know more, so they will bluntly call this place—the corral.

Rapide was one of the lower classes in District [-]. Every day he worked, worked, worked, slept, ate, drank, and got whipped from time to time.But he enjoys it, because he likes this kind of stable and fulfilling life.

Even if some caring people told him "you will only be skinned and blood drawn here", what does this have to do with him?

As long as he can live on, of course, it would be even better if he didn't get whipped.

So he has to work harder, strive to earn enough money as soon as possible and then go to the upper floor. I heard that the bread there is more sweet and delicious, and there are dancing girls in the tavern.

However, today his peace was broken.

He didn't know why he came to this alley, oh, he was chasing the coin that fell on the ground, and he would never waste a coin with a plan to save money.

But just now, he regretted it.

Waste is fine too.

The black clothes were very conspicuous, and the scarlet eyes were more intimidating than the whip. He knelt down on the ground with a plop, and blurted out the words of begging for mercy: "*&#@%%...&%￥!"

"What is he saying?"

Neveu turned around and asked.

"He's saying 'forgive me, my lord'." Stiker then got out from the gap in the back, and patted Neveu on the shoulder: "It seems that your clothes and appearance have a lot of background?"

"I don't know."

Neveu shook her head.

"There's nothing I don't understand."

Steve was a little helpless, he was very smart when he proposed to make an entrance and exit just now, why is he not smart now?

"You don't know him, he doesn't know you, but he calls you sir when he sees you, what does that mean?" Without waiting for Neveu to answer, Stike immediately replied: "It means that there is something special about you. You can see your status at a glance."

After finishing speaking, Stike walked up to Rapid who was kneeling down, and whispered in an ancient language: "Our lord needs you to do something for us now."

Rapid looked at the "person" he had never seen before with fear in his eyes, and this person had horns on his head... Oh my god!This is a monster?

"My... my lord... what can I do for you?"

"It's very simple, I ask, you answer."

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Volume 247 Rising Storms: Chapter 140 Chapter [-] Internal Structure

Generally speaking, the protagonist who has a golden finger and travels to another world must have some kind of skill, a big gift package, or a built-in system function, etc., there will be a "language proficiency", "translator" " or something like that.

While helping the protagonist to overcome many difficulties, it will also let the protagonist reap the amazement of the people around him, pretending to be a wave of coercion.

But unfortunately, Sheld didn't have any of these.

He has time-traveling and cheating, but that's all.

Almi she does not give the translation system.

"Is it because I'm not the protagonist? Or is that bitch forgetting?"

Sheld scratched the back of his head, looking at Stike who was chatting with the trembling man in the stained clothes, a flash of understanding flashed in his eyes.

Is there a possibility...

Are other functions replaced by teammates?

Thinking about it carefully, a few of them together are really quite versatile.

That is, bulk protagonists?

After Stike realized the hero in bulk, Sheard also realized the protagonist in bulk, and everyone reached a consensus in subtle places.

But then Sheld put this idea behind him. The one who saves the world is not necessarily the protagonist, but also passers-by. Hundreds of years later, when he is taken by the dog, this world will become a place to bury him, nothing more.

Taking advantage of Stike's questioning, Sheld also had time to look around.

The armor of this car is not as thick as he imagined, but it has three layers. The outer layer is average, the middle is the thinnest, and the inside is the thickest. The middle of the three layers is hollow.

It is understandable for Sheld to make this style.

Judging from the comfortable temperature inside when he came in, the armor structure of the whole car is just a thermos...

The innermost layer is a liner.

There are lights inside the carriage, the light is natural and soft, not seeing the sun but it is still bright, and what is interesting is that the skin of the people here is not as pale as Sheld imagined without being exposed to sunlight all the year round.

The location they are in now seems to be a dead end separated by various container-like things, but if you look outside, even if it is only a small part, you can get a general idea of ​​the style here.

A "steam fantasy" style scene suddenly appeared in a different world similar to the Middle Ages. The scene made of all-metal materials made Sheld suddenly think of the deep-water port in the dwarves before, and they are similar in some places.

Many people passed by the alley, but few people glanced at them curiously. Everyone was doing their own things in a hurry, and the clothes they wore were no different from those of the man Stike questioned. The colors were only gray and dark. There are three kinds of green and earthy yellow.Cropped trousers, short sleeves, and shoes are a minority.

"This is the so-called 'land of legends', a place full of wealth?"

Neveu stood by and looked around boredly: "Very average?"

Although she used the word "money" in the team more often than not, it was a kind of frugal way of spending, but if you want her to make money, she is willing to make it.

At least the priority is higher than finding the biological parents.

"There is nothing wrong with being rich everywhere."

Ikes’s analysis is close to Sheld’s previous analysis: “Prying a piece of the floor here is worth the money. Compared with those roads that are paved with stone bricks and only compacted dirt, this place can afford so much.” call."

"Then, what I don't understand is that it makes me not very able to sense the seven elements."

"Maybe there is some mechanism here that prohibits the use of magic?"

Sheld guessed.

From time to time, there would be two sounds of "gurgling" from the pipe above everyone's head, as if liquid was flowing in it, and the rushing sound seemed to be urging everyone.

Time is really short. As intruders, they certainly cannot stay in one place for long.

God knows if there is any early warning mechanism here, it will be triggered when the wall is destroyed or something.

But just when Shield was about to ask Sticker about his progress, he suddenly saw Stick swung his staff down, knocking the man unconscious to the ground.

"what's the situation?"

Everyone was a little confused, why did they suddenly turn off the flames?

"It's almost all that can be heard."

Stike explained: "I didn't knock anyone out, I knocked his soul out of his body, and now he will take us to his home as a 'guest' in the form of a spirit body."

"Spiritual body?"

"Yes, it seems that 'reporting' is popular here, which can allow them to quickly achieve a leap in class, and if he directly leads us out like this, when we are really discovered, he will be inseparable."

"But if we are actively 'invading' in the eyes of outsiders, that is another matter."

"However, it doesn't necessarily work."

Stike shrugged: "Come on, put on all your hats, hold your head high, look like a big shot, Neveu, walk in the middle, remember, your eyes must be fierce."

"Do not worry!"

Neveu promised, patted her chest.

"Just listening to you say that, it's hard for me to feel relieved..."

"Same feeling."

Shield and Stick are on a united front.Sure enough, when Neveu was standing in the middle and was about to leave, the sudden change of expression made Sheld speechless.

"You put this on."

Sheld took out a mask from the storage compartment. It was made of metal and looked like a rakshasa ghost.

A souvenir from the dwarves' "Hundred Wine Carnival of the King of the Crashstone Mountains". When Sheld and others were entrusted to clean up the battlefield of Molten City, Sheld took it by hand.

The dwarves thought it was the appearance of the first dwarf king. Sheld looked at it now and said that the appearance of the dwarf king was really strange, but the fierce look on Neveu's face was much stronger than before.

A few people just swaggered out of the alley.

Once out of the alley, the field of vision becomes wider. If it hadn't been for Stiker's repeated instructions not to cause more troubles, Sheld would have been amazed directly.

Who would have thought that this huge carriage is a huge city?When Shield looked at this metal city, even if he had done psychological preparation before, he would inevitably be shocked, which was far beyond his expectations.

And what made Sheld curious was that no matter who was on the street, they all avoided them very much. This obviously disgusting sense of distance made him ask in a low voice: "So, why did this group of people So afraid of us?"

"Because Neveu and her 'servants' are awesome."

"Uh?"

"Neffu's clothes, guess who the only ones in this place wear?"

Before Shield could open his mouth to guess, Stike over there answered by himself: "A high-ranking and powerful person, who they call a temple warrior."

"Then let's say..."

"Well, the guy who escaped at the beginning may be a temple warrior. You are like the one who is leading the way now. You can only speak, but you don't know how to write. In the basement of the Earth Temple, the corpse left Notes on a few sheets of paper."

“Often only the top ones deserve to be educated.”

"Also, the samurai uniform on Neveu seems to represent a high level."

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Volume 248 Rising Storms: Chapter 140 Chapter [-] Enemy and Friend

"This place is divided into six major areas, each of which has three floors, and we are now at the lower level of the third area."

"The sixth district is basically the same. The upper level is people with high positions, the middle level is people, and the lower level is 'livestock'."

"But the upper floor of the third district is where the royal family is located. From this point of view, the third district is special."

"The power of the upper class, from top to bottom, is the 'royal family', 'nobles', and 'commissioned officers'."

"What about the temple warrior?"

asked Sheld.

"Samurai? The direct guards belonging to the royal family, and the notorious hounds of the middle and lower classes." Stike looked at the pretending Neveu, confirmed that there was nothing wrong, and continued: "They all said that if you make a mistake , I would rather be caught by the guards than be caught by the warriors of the temple."

"..."

Equivalent to Jin Yiwei?Imperial court eagle dog?

This setting made Shield automatically substitute into a familiar position.