Future Combat Power (6)

Alex didn't dwell on his sadness for too long. He said, "While I'm with you in the process of searching for the Sea Pearl, I'll also try to find him. He should be a supernatural being who has the ability to control seawater and breathe underwater. He can help us."

Inger didn't notice that he kept using "we". He said, "It would be best if we can find it. I plan to buy the Phoenix Tears from the Duke, but I don't know if he will give it to me."

Alex thought for a moment and said, "I think the people in the territory all hate him. Why not just raid his house and take the items away!"

[…Listen, is this something the protagonist should say? ]

Inger's occupational disease, which had been ingrained in his bones, came back again. He frowned and said, "Although seeing is not necessarily believing, and hearing is not necessarily true, you have already heard the voice of the people. You still have to go to see the Duke in person and judge what kind of person he is."

Alex's eyes narrowed with a smile: "Yes! You can be my Minister of State in the future! Or even Prime Minister!"

Inger immediately said, "Get lost! I don't want to die young!"

After finally escaping the fate of being a wage earner, why do we work so hard to run government affairs? Whoever wants to go can go.

Alex laughed even more happily.

Inger was very depressed and didn't know what he was happy about.

He noticed that Alex had changed his sword and said, "You need a sword of your own. The wandmaker I went to today can also forge swords in his workshop and can also integrate magical materials into swords."

Alex leaned back in his chair and swayed a few times, not seeming to care too much. "I don't have a list of materials like you do..."

Inger looked at him intently and said, "Your master will not die, and her sword will not be yours."

Alex stayed where he was, then raised his head and smiled brightly: "Yes, you are right, I need to find one."

"The question is what kind of sword do you want..."

Alex: "I want a holy sword that can heal everyone with one swing!"

“Nonsense!”

Alex said seriously: "I'm serious! Healing is the most powerful magic!"

A knight can kill and defend, but he cannot heal.

"Don't be ridiculous..." Inger said indifferently.

Alex: "A sword doesn't need particularly good materials. Just go with the flow. I'm used to picking up and throwing away some."

Inger said softly, "Alex...you have to become stronger so that you can protect the people you want to protect."

Alex put away his playful smile and said, "I will definitely become stronger."

This tone is even more annoying.

Alex wasn't just saying this casually, he had just broken through to level 5 knight not long ago, and the bottleneck he had felt was gone.

But he didn't think it necessary to tell Inger about this.

He thought his expression was funny.

"Okay, after talking so much, let's go to sleep!"

Inger sighed, picked up the draft paper and burned it. The drawing paper had already burned out.

"You go to bed first."

Alex understood immediately: "Ah, sleepwalking, huh?"

"Yes, yes, you are an adult now, sleep well, I don't want to coax you."

"Ying, you are fifteen years old now."

"At heart, I'm thirty-five."

"You're talking nonsense too. Be careful or the tooth fairy will hide your tooth."

"Haha, I think you are only five years old, no more."

Inger rolled his eyes and went into the bathroom, feeling like he was having a meaningless conversation with an elementary school student.

Alex lay down on the bed with a satisfied look on his face, and slept soundly tonight.

***

"Excuse me, where is the Lord's Castle?"

The uncle chopping the fish head stopped with his knife and asked, "Are you looking for death?"

Inger smiled bitterly, "Let's go find someone. We have a relative working there."

The uncle pointed in a direction and said, "Go around that bay, that's it."

When they left, the old man's eyes looked a little strange, or rather, the eyes of the vendors nearby looked extremely strange.

However, before they saw the lord's castle, they came across a riot in the street.

A group of noble knights, who looked like fools at first glance, with their heads held high and their chests puffed out, escorted a float inlaid with gold, silver and gems, parading through the streets.

People on the road gave way to them, but they all had frowns on their faces, looking worried, and even afraid to reveal their expressions.

In the float, beneath the layers of blue curtains, a slender figure can be vaguely seen.

Inger and Alex walked to the front of the crowd and were able to see clearly the people in the passing floats.

Her long, deep blue misty hair fell and meandered around her ankles. She was slender and looked no more than a teenager. Her hands, feet and the lower half of her face were tied up with a white cloth, revealing only a pair of extremely beautiful eyes. Those were a pair of blue eyes that looked like the shimmering shallow sea under the sun, with different shades of blue intertwined together, dreamy and captivating.

Butterfly-wing eyelashes cast a layer of gray shadow under his eyes, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

"It's him!"

Alex and Inger looked at each other.

They just mentioned this young man yesterday, and he showed up today.

For the time being, they chose to follow the float.

But after only a few steps, a woman jumped out from the front of the float.

She was too young to be called a woman, a girl of no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, standing alone in front of seven or eight knights.

"Don't take him away!"

The girl was wearing a patchwork dress with an apron on top, and her brown hair was tied into a braid in front of her.

Her hair was messy and her eyes were red, but her will was as firm as a rock.

The leading knight tilted his head and said to the people beside him: "She looks pretty good, let's take her away with us?"

A shoe sole flew into his face.

The knight didn't expect that civilians would attack him. He didn't have time to dodge and a black shoe print appeared on his fair cheek. He stayed where he was.

"Bah! You rubbish! Borers! I don't want to go back alive today! Just wait for me, I'm going to go to the lord's city and chop off that old guy's X and feed it to the fish!"

The girl with the braided hair stepped barefoot on the ground, picked up the other shoe, and was ready to go.

Inger and Alex were stunned.

The uncle and aunt nearby rushed over and grabbed the girl, "Lulu! Don't be like this! Calm down!"

Lulu slipped out of the crowd like a loach, grabbed the kelp rake beside her and rushed forward.

The leading knight had already drawn his sword in rage. Even if he was a fool, he was still a knight, and he was most familiar with chopping down civilians with a swift sword.

Alex had already put his hand on the sword at his waist, and Inger patted his shoulder and signaled him to do it himself.

At this moment, the young man on the float twisted his body and rolled off the platform.

"Bang!"

Everyone stopped where they were.

The knight also turned around and looked for him.

The boy's lower face was tied up but he was still able to speak: "Let go, I'll go and persuade her to leave."

The knight was furious and said, "I killed her completely!"

The young man glanced at him coldly and said, "Then I will commit suicide."

The knight's face turned green and red, and he seemed afraid to act rashly.

Alex remembered that this was the guy who had come to trouble Xuelin before.

The accompanying knight untied the boy's belt.

The boy's true appearance is then revealed.

That is a look that is enough to make one's heart flutter.

The story of conquering a country at the age of fourteen probably refers to this kind of thing.

He threw himself into Lulu's arms, and the girl angrily swore at him a dozen times in dialect.

When the boy whispered something in her ear, her expression changed, and she became excited and enthusiastic. She shouted, "Go for it!"

Then the boy slowly walked back to the float, Lulu picked up her shoes, spat at the riders again, and walked away in a swagger.

Inger asked Alex curiously, "What did he say?"

Alex said strangely: "...He said: 'Sister, I will go and chop that old guy into pieces and feed him to your fish.'"

Inger: “…………”

[Why is such a beautiful child a pervert? ]

Inger asked quietly, "I'm from another place, what's going on?"

He caught it very cleverly. He didn't go looking for the adults who were very cautious, but the rebellious children hiding in the corner.

The child whispered in his ear, "That's a tribute to the stink snake. The stink snake likes strange things and beautiful children."

The stink shell snake is the most hated seafood by the locals. It is a small sea snake that hides in dead shells and spits out mud and sand. Its skin is colorful and rough, and its eyes are degenerate. It can only hide in shells. It is timid, stupid, smelly and disgusting.

Inger is disgusted [What a pervert here. 】

There was a murderous look in Alex's eyes, and he pulled Inger up and followed.

The snow-white castle stood on the black sea cliffs, which had become as strong as iron under the erosion and washing of the waves day after day.

The riders carried the float up the hill toward the castle.

Inger and Alex followed them quietly, and neither the knights guarding the road nor the knights escorting the float noticed their movements.

"Too lax." Alex couldn't help but mutter.

Inger didn't see any wizards conducting detection, so he still put down the light-hiding magic shield and the soundproof cover.

"I see you also want to kill Duke Hughes, but have you thought about the consequences?"

Alex lowered his body and followed quickly. "Of course I have thought about it. Pombo Hughes is the only heir of the Hughes family. If he dies, the Hughes family will be deprived of the dukedom, but there is a way to keep it."

"What method?"

"Kill Pombo Hughes and make Sherilyn Hughes the Lord."

"The new law of succession has not yet been passed."

"Aura will approve it sooner or later. Before that, we can let Xuelin pretend to marry someone and claim that she is pregnant. This way, the Duke's position will not fall into the hands of others for the time being. We can try every means to delay it until the succession law is amended. In this matter, Aura will definitely stand on Xuelin's side. And I heard that Michelle and Aura have a close relationship."

Inger was really impressed now. After all, Alex was not a fool. His thoughts were very thorough.

"…Whoever killed Pombo must be killed. I thought you would have asked him to go through due process of law."

Alex sneered and said, "How many cases do you think I have seen in the aristocratic court? There is no precedent for the commoners to win when the commoners fight against the nobles. When the nobles fight against the nobles, it is just a question of which side is stronger. Before the law is amended, how can there be any proper procedures?"

Although Inger believed in his ability to distinguish right from wrong, such a straightforward character could easily go to extremes.

This is ultimately a mystery that he cannot decide alone. For now, he chooses to stand on the side of emotion and human heart, and Alex is always right in his opinion.

"Then kill him. This kind of person really deserves to die."

"What about what you told me before?" Alex couldn't help but ask.

Inger said calmly, "Just think of it as a fart."

So, they chatted all the way into the castle and no one noticed that there were two uninvited guests in the castle.

Following the float, they arrived at the current Duke's bedroom.

Before opening the door, I could hear sweet words blooming like flowers, a romantic and lively symphony played by unknown instruments, and the clinking of bowls and cups.

"The rich have wine and meat, but the streets are full of frozen corpses."

The poems learned in the previous life came out naturally with the breathing.

Like every city, there are always a few dirty and smelly beggars in the corners.

There are also common girls who work hard as fishermen but cannot even afford a decent piece of clothing.

Some people are born with everything.

People are born unequal.

It is precisely because we know that poverty is not the fault of the individual, nor can it be changed by the individual, that we feel even more helpless and powerless.