"Damn it, he's probably gone mad!"
A poor man had just pulled off the earring worn by the countess, but unlike the young man, he didn't have such skillful technique; with one cut, he peeled off half of her skin.
He's a ruthless guy, never mess with him!
"You brat, I was just about to have some fun, and you ruined it!"
Enraged, the dark-skinned homeless man ignored the old tailor standing by the wall, grabbed the young man, and punched him in the face.
"Bang!"
The young man cried out in pain and was knocked to the ground, but the sharp knife in his hand cut the other man's arm, leaving several bloody marks!
"You're asking for it!"
"Hehe, come on!"
The two wrestled and fought, neither giving an inch, spewing vulgarities, mostly insults directed at each other's female relatives.
Finally, a long spear swept across, unleashing a burst of turquoise magical energy that sent both of them flying.
"What's all the noise about? Don't disturb me while I'm doing my business. It's annoying to hear you."
The wolf rider who had previously saved the snow fox shouted, and behind him stood an officer exuding a cold aura.
The four shadow wolves beside him lay on the ground, their noses twitching. Through the count's undergarments, the wolves searched for his whereabouts.
However, the count's private life was chaotic. The wolf clan only smelled some of the clothes with strong body odor. They actually found several mistresses who had managed to escape in the crowd. Even some young girls could not escape the count's clutches.
Suddenly, as Blood Raven led the pack of wolves in their search, his eyes flashed, and he stared at the old tailor in the corner, looking surprised.
"Master Maga?"
Blood Raven paused for a moment, staring at the old tailor, and hesitated.
Upon hearing this, the old tailor, his thin body wrapped in a coat, stirred slightly, raised his head a little, and his eyes cleared of some of the gray mist as he looked at the young man in front of him who could unleash a wolf at any moment, his expression becoming sharp and stern.
Ma Jia: "???"
...
"That's the situation. Master Maga once served as a costume enchanter in the Southern Duchy and held a certain position. At the same time, he is also Natasha's uncle."
Blood Raven respectfully introduced the old tailor beside him, who was wolfing down chicken legs and stuffing them into his mouth, to Xiao Han, who was seated in the main seat. He showed no signs of weakness.
"Master... slow... down, no one... is going to take it from you..."
The young man, who was biting into a roasted lamb leg, mumbled incoherently, while secretly stealing a roasted chicken leg from in front of the old tailor's table. The bread he had grabbed earlier was not enough to fill his stomach, not to mention that most of it had been taken away to take care of the old tailor.
The master and apprentice were so hungry they were terrified. Their mouths were bulging like those of chipmunks as they ate meat and drank wine in large gulps, almost choking several times.
"Hey, hey, how come these lowly commoners are sitting at the same table as us! Why do they get to eat better than us?!"
The surrounding nobles, dissatisfied, bit into their black bread, took a big gulp of ale, and, drunk, stared at the group of commoners who were eating roast meat, fruits, eggs, and drinking glass after glass of wine. They were furious and felt resentful.
"Oh, this is a roundtable discussion. There is no distinction of rank or status among all professions and identities. After all, we advocate equality for all."
Sipping his chilled lemonade, Xiao Han explained, adding at the end, "They have a relationship with my subordinates, so naturally they have special privileges... Don't mind them, this is a roundtable meeting, everyone is treated equally."
What the hell is this roundtable meeting?!
Just as the drunken nobleman was about to swear, a flash of light appeared, and he turned into a handful of ashes, which landed on the chair...
"Gurgle..."
The nobles gasped, their throats bobbing, and stared in horror at Xiao Han, who was sitting on the main seat, feigning innocence.
What frightened them even more was that a wolf rider walked in, skillfully swept away the ashes, and carried them away like garbage.
They're really ruthless! This is a damn assembly line operation!
"Actually, I've come to wish the lords of the wasteland a Happy New Year. I wonder if you were satisfied with the fireworks earlier?"
Xiao Han, looking completely at ease, met the strange gazes of the group of nobles and spoke.
The royal guards who persecuted the lord's family and killed thousands?
They attacked and plundered cities, coerced nobles, seized supplies, and looted wealth.
No, no, he's just a little fox who follows the core socialist values; how could he possibly do something so outrageous that would anger both gods and men?
noble:"……"
pay a New Year call?
You went to offer New Year's greetings, but ended up causing their family to be ruined and their lives destroyed...
You won't do a single thing that involves people!
"Quiet down, continue talking about the pig iron producing areas of the Duchy of Bailan."
Khrushchev tapped the table, signaling the nobles to listen to him and continue providing intelligence.
“Your Highness, Master Maga has been persecuted and exiled to the wasteland in recent years. In addition, he has a relationship with Natasha. Why not bring Master Maga under your wing and have him serve Your Highness?”
Blood Raven stepped forward and made a suggestion.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Han couldn't help but glance at the tailor master and apprentice, who were devouring the food on the table in a whirlwind, seemingly freeloading, just like that fox from before.
Tailors skilled in enchanting can craft excellent equipment: fire cloaks, magic cloaks, and big shorts...
According to Bloodraven, Master Maga is also skilled in forging, producing equipment such as leather armor, bracers, and leg guards. He once had a high efficiency of producing a set of high-quality equipment in a month, which was a great help to Titan City, which was in dire need of talent.
This alone made Xiao Han somewhat tempted.
Not to mention, the "+1" in the favorability rating column above the old tailor's head was increasing rapidly, almost one point for every chicken leg he ate. To be honest, he had never seen such an easily satisfied person, just like the silly city management officers he led.
Therefore, he ordered all the earl's chickens to be slaughtered and served plates of roasted chicken legs to boost his stats.
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