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"Halflings?" Fuggen disagreed, but there was no change in the expression on his face, and he still seemed thirsty and thirsty.

According to the empire book "Old World National Geography" that Fuggan had read, he recalled the matter of halflings.

The halflings are from the Empire Mutle. Their history and origins have already been mentioned before, and they will not be repeated here.

Although they are about the same height as the dwarves, halflings have never been a race that can conquer good wars. Compared to being a warrior, halflings are better at being businessmen, hotel owners, and musicians, while halflings have a talent for cooking. It is unmatched in the entire old world. Normally, mortal cooking is nothing more than cooking, stewing and roasting, and halflings have developed methods of frying, smoking, braising, frying, frying, braising and so on. In the old world human kingdom, a high-end hotel or tavern must have a halfling chef in the town, otherwise it will be considered not to be a "class" store.

The smaller halflings are born rogues, proficient in detection, theft, fraud, and the use of some simple long-range weapons. They have sharp eyesight, high hearing ability, and the ability to move quickly. They can naturally hide themselves quickly and silently. At a fast pace, few races can catch up. Halflings attach great importance to clan tradition. They believe that clan relationship is an existence that transcends blood and law.

However, halflings are not far from war. On the contrary, many halflings are willing to take risks and become mercenaries. This race is most about money, but unlike dwarves, the love of halflings for money is achieved through expenses. They never They like to accumulate money, so they always spend it on gifts, parties, and purchases. They think of it as a standard for how well they live in a world full of huge and huge races.

When a halfling saves enough wealth to spend the rest of his life, they will return to Mute collar to enjoy life, but most halflings obviously cannot, so halfling mercenaries usually complete a commission and then find This is a good place to splurge, and then take the next commission.

Due to their optimistic and cheerful nature, and the ancient ways, halflings are always able to stay away from chaos and corruption. Various jokes and bragging make the journey no longer boring. They are always welcome, but their love of petty thieves is also love and hate.

"The halflings may be excellent scouts and army chefs, but what I need is an elite army with immediate combat power." Fugian's face was mild, and he said calmly, "The expedition was too hard."

"Habi is a legendary pinnacle. The rogue who is close to the sanctuary changed to roaming swordsman. He was originally a thief and poacher. After coming to Tyril, he continuously created various miracles. Cowardly halflings used a few daggers to kill a group of bandits on the spot. He had successfully assassinated a black-green leather warlord who was flying. "Amancio signaled Fuggen to listen to him." The halflings under his hands are all They are good hands with bows and crossbows, and they also have a secret weapon. "

"Secret weapon?" Fugan became interested.

"That's the halfling crucible!" Amancio said seriously. "A special thick soup made by halflings. This black soup can burn in water. When it hits an object, it will continue to burn until it goes out. Therefore, when it touches the human body, the skin will be penetrated, and then deeper into the bone, there is no way to extinguish the flame, unless the person who is exposed to the flame burns completely into a ash. "

"It turned out to be like this." Fougen knew what was going on after a few thoughts, but if Amancio said, then the halfling was still worth recruiting: "I understand! And there is the Arabi lamp Warlock? "

Amancio looked around, and all the servants retreated immediately, leaving the space for a few people at the banquet.

"No one knows the name of this lamp warlock."

"What I can learn is that he is from Arabi, passing Satosha, the pirate principality, and now he is in Tyril. He is very mysterious and has always claimed to be only a wizard. In the past, he has claimed his identity differently, From the trading prince to the veteran exiled by the Academy of Magic, he even claimed to be the gold-plated king of Arabi, but regardless of identity, he will soon deny himself, so we usually call him the 'golden mage'. "

"He is holding a golden machete that is burning forever. His robe is made of the best embroidered silk. His skin is covered with gold powder. He looks full of exotic flavors and elegant manners. He likes to use a thick accent. Special language speaks, but anyone who really knows his skill will not think that he is just an ordinary Arabi aristocrat. He only needs a spell to summon the elements of fire, wind and sea to attack the enemy and even create deep seas. Vortex and giant thunderstorm, and it is said that he can summon the legendary Arabi lamp **** from the ancient altar during the crisis. Unfortunately, no one has seen it, or everyone he has seen died. "

"Recently, he appeared in Tiril ’s Miragleno. He was injured and lost an eye. He publicly announced that he needed a helper or partner to help him complete his revenge. Endless wealth and knowledge. "

"Your Excellency Fugen, this is his contact address, but my message here is that all the people who tried to work with him failed and were killed, so you must be careful!" Amancio passed a small Pieces of paper.

"I know." Fogen took the piece of paper, and the smile was still on his face: "Light Warlock? Master Gold? Interesting!"

............ I am the dividing line of Moses Roy .........

After the banquet, several people came out of the Oriental Palace and returned to the State Guesthouse.

On the dim street of Magritte, Fuggen and Hadrian chatted about the meeting today: "Mrs. Keesler, halfling, Arabi, Tyril is really a chaotic place."

"I don't know anything about war and military, Lord Fuggen." Hadrian shook his head with a wry smile: "I'm just a businessman."

"Businessmen?" Fugan looked at Hadrian, and he continued: "Businessmen are never simple. How many merchants in the world declare war in the name of profit? And how many merchants are exploiting the empire in the name of colonization and exploration territory?"

"You don't have to express your obedience in this way, Mr. Hadrian, just do things for me." Fuggen continued: "As for who I am? What is my family, you always know One day, but not now. "

"Hehehe." Hadrian smiled a little embarrassedly. The trench merchants in the southern country felt a little uncomfortable. Compared with Ryan, who has only recently begun to converge, his brother is really ... he is like a hand. The knight sword is very ornately decorated. From the appearance, this knight sword is really too gorgeous and neglects the actual combat use, but even hidden in the scabbard, everyone can feel the power of this knight sword.

Hadrian had seen this sword unsheathed.

The big merchants always have a feeling that Fugan is so terrible, he easily sees through his body language that is exposed between every idea and every inadvertent, he is like he is not wearing clothes in front of him, any As soon as the idea came out of his head, Fukun already knew.

It is a pity that such people do not become diplomats, Hadrian thought.

"The reason why I do n’t go to be a diplomat is that my father wants me to use my strength in more important places. In fact, in the era of the expedition, my heirs often acted as guards and followers, following his father ’s mission ... forget it, now It does n’t make sense to say this, Hadrian, tell me, why is Felix a general? ”Fuggen then asked:“ I ’m not saying that he is not good, but he only has more than 300 riders, right? Be a general? "

There are only footsteps on the street, and besides there is only a faint glow.

Heir? Envoy? Expedition? Hadrian heard the fog, and the last question was understood. He listened and laughed: "Lord Fogan, do you know how many marshals and how many generals are in Kislov?"

"How many?"

"Kislov currently has more than twenty marshals and more than a hundred generals. This is the case with Mrs. Kisler. This country's military ranks have always been sealed, and they have been blocked too much." Hadrian nodded, and he talked about the old The military rank system of the world.

After the great jihad, Kislov had a total of hundreds of marshals and thousands of generals. Marshal Kislov is divided into three levels. In addition to the Tsar himself as the Grand Marshal, Marshal Kislov currently has three people, except for pure In addition to the title of Marshal, there are "Marshal Marshals" of the subordinates, such as the Tsar Shooting Army has the Marshal Shooting Army, the Ranger has the Ranger Marshal, the Krim Guard has the Guards Marshal, the Kesa Warrior has the Marshal Kesa, and the Wing Cavalry Marshal Wing Cavalry, Marshal Bear Cavalry, Marshal Bear Cavalry, in addition to Marshal Naval and Marshal 1st Marshal, Marshal 1st Marshal and so on.

Anyway, there is an official designation of arms, and Mrs. Kisler must be a marshal.

In contrast, the empire is much less. There are only two permanent marshal titles in the entire empire, namely "Marshal Rick" and "Marshal Nour". Kurt Heilberg is the ninth Marshal Rick.

As for the country of Brittania, there is no permanent marshal. Only when forming a front, expedition, or jihad, will the Cavaliers consider appointing a marshal. Thousands of troops are stationed on the border of Brittania and the Empire. For the Knight Kingdom, they do not need to set up military ranks, because if the current commander is killed, the knight with the highest knighthood and comprehensive status on the battlefield will immediately take command , And out of the knighthood spirit, the knights will immediately obey the new commander.

"Oh, Supreme Lord Admiral Speyer will be disappointed ... things are almost over, we will not stay any longer, and we will leave for Tillil the day after tomorrow." Fuggen ordered.

"Yes!"

After temporarily absorbing a team of wing cavalry, the Ashes took a break and immediately set off for Tyril.

However, when the Fleet of the Ember Legion arrived in Milagleno, some people also arrived in Tyril.

That's Angler and his Hippogryph.

Today, Angelo is already very familiar with Tyril. Since owning the Hippogryph, Angelg often rides his own Hippogryph Nukelia directly to the Black Mountains, arrives in Tyril for shopping, and then Leaping into the Black Mountains quite shamelessly, so that he does not have to pay Carcassonne's entry tariffs.

In fact, the knights of the Principality of Carcassonne all knew that a knight eagle beast often smuggled through this way, but they also closed their eyes to this. First of all, many nobles of the kingdom like to ride Pegasus. What's more, this knight eagle beast knight once singled out an entire green-skin tribe, grabbed the shoulders of the green-skinned warlord with both hands, and tore a green-skinned warlord who had suffered from Kakasong in the middle into two.

In the distance, the magnificent city of Miraglenno stands here. The kingdom of Tyril is divided into a number of principalities. Miragleno is clearly the head of the states.

When Angler landed on a horned beast, he discovered that the city was in martial law.

This confuses Angelo, who has already planned the original gene of the engulfer, and he will order a brand new Seiko pocket watch for his soon-to-be-born nephew at the watchmaker in Milagrano. There is a famous master watchmaker in Lagliano. His name is Patek-Philip. The watches he made are famous in the old world. Angelo came to him this time.

If the watchmaker is unwilling, he will "persuade" him if he wants, and if there are guests who are unwilling to let Angelo cut into the line, he will also "persuade" them.

But the problem is not so complicated. The branch of the Hadrian Chamber of Commerce is located in Miraglenno, as well as the famous half-body Queensberry Chamber of Commerce. Angelang has had a lot of dealings with these half-men and made a small Pocket watches should not be difficult.

Several halflings of the Queensberry Chamber of Commerce have seen the appearance of the Hippogryph from afar, this fierce giant beast in the human kingdom ... at least in Tyril is a real rare thing, so the halflings immediately swarmed, They gathered together and said to Angler who had just landed: "Mr. Angler! It is really the most, the most honorable thing to see you again, I swear that you appear like the sun appears in the night , Like a pile of sauerkraut mixed with a piece of braised beef ... "

"What happened? Why is the city martial?" Angler reached out and stroked the horned beast's neck and handed a piece of raw meat. The horned beast immediately swallowed the entrance and cried with satisfaction.

"Our prince, Pogier-Siege was assassinated in the Great Bath!" The halfling roared angrily, and he reached out to hug Angle's calf: "Mr. Angle, our prince was assassinated! He Dead, now the mercenaries in the city are fighting for the position of prince, are you interested? Halflings will support you! "

"I'm not interested." Angelo thought that it was not his time, but the task must be completed: "Where is the watchmaker?"

"Okay, okay, the bad-hearted Angelang did not want to protect Bobby. Bobby took you there." As soon as Angelang was unwilling to come forward, the halfling businessman immediately changed his attitude. He took a pass from his arms.

Relying on the pass, Angelo successfully entered Miraglenno.

In the summer season, the streets of the city were very depressed. As soon as Pogir died, Miragreno would have no princes and rulers, and the remaining mercenary leaders could not conquer the crowd. The tense situation led to the depression of the business. No one wants to do business in a chaotic situation.

"Humph! A group of poor worms enjoying peace is fighting for power." Angelang shouted dissatisfiedly: "When the people in the north resist the evil invasion from the south, the people here are still busy fighting civil war."

"Yes, Mr. Angler, our Queensberry Chamber of Commerce has also suffered from trade, and our profits have decreased year-on-year ... inversely decreased ... and the chain has decreased ..." the halfling said chatteringly.

"Calm down, ladies! Gentlemen!" At this time, a character who was speaking like a missionary caught Angler's attention, and he signaled the halfling to shut up.

"Calm down, citizens! During this chaotic period, we learned that the green-skin tribe in the nearby Black Mountains had changed!" The missionary was very, very strong, with a battle axe behind him, a red linen suit, and a bundle on his body With the iron chain: "So, I brought the teaching of the great God of War!"

"Oh oh! What lessons has the God of War taught us?" The people gathered around were loudly clamoring. In this chaotic situation, more people put their spirits on the deity.

"Anger, and hatred from the heart! Will bring us strength! When you face the enemy, you need to learn to breathe deeply, and then release your own roar of war to face the enemy!" The preacher said loudly: "Learn to roar ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ Learn to fight, use your axe to cut the enemy's neck and chest!"

"Oh oh oh!" The next big noise was loud.

"?????" Angler's expression changed slightly.

"Imagine, imagine the **** river! Imagine that you destroyed the enemy! What a strong will will be watching you, what is that? That ’s a gift from the goddess Mirmidia? That ’s right, you just want to fight now Take charge of the enemy's first level and cut off their heads! "The preacher shouted. He raised his right hand high, a trembling iron chain, dripping blood, and shaking skulls, all of which rang at a wonderful frequency. : "God, need sacrifices!"

"!!!" Angler's hand was stretched towards the pair of battle axes on his back.

"But there are no enemies in front of us!" The citizens of Milagrano shouted.

"Yes, there are really no enemies in front of us, but haven't you found them? The heads of the cowards around you are also good ..."

"Bang!" There was a gunshot in the distance, and a mercury bullet came flying deep from an alley, shattering the missionary's head, and blood and brain splatters splashed across the ground.

The crowd scattered in screams and panic, leaving only Angeland standing in front of the high platform. The genomic entity of the engulfer did n’t look back. Smell the smell on you, girly. "

"His remarks reminded me of Kahn, but Kahn has such a high IQ?" After the person came, there were several heavily armed officers of the great swordsman. The muzzle of the short tube of fire in his hand was smoking, silver The supple long hair fluttered under the hot sun.

"Who knows?" Angelo smiled. "It's been a long time, brother."

"Yeah, I haven't seen you for a long time. Are you interested in seeing the legendary Arabi lamp **** with me?"

"of course."