Chapter 25: Who are you?

Portral is worthy of being the capital of a kingdom! The streets are extremely prosperous, and various buildings with wood and stone structures with styles are dazzling. Even the two houses separated by different styles are very different! Some are more ordinary European buildings, with gray walls and red eaves. The walls are built with rocks of different sizes and shapes. What is amazing is that these stones are actually combined with certain rubber-like things! In addition to these ordinary buildings, some houses look low and short on the outside like big mushrooms! Some houses are a whole huge rock, which looks more like an upside-down bowl! Some are simply a big tree hollowed out in the middle. This tree is still alive, with dense branches and leaves scattering a large shadow around it!

The wide streets were bustling and bustling, and the small vendors on both sides of the road were shouting and greeting passers-by, and they were selling their products vigorously. The ground was lined with square cloths of various colors, and there were various small commodities listed on it. None of those things could tell their purpose from the outside!

The huge team attracted the attention of pedestrians on the road, especially the iron and old otakus, which attracted countless attention. Many people stopped and stared at the strange team...

"..." Feng Kan was riding on the horse's back and twisted his body uncomfortably.

"Brother Feng, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Kenjiro discovered the abnormality of the old otaku.

"No, it's just that those enthusiastic gazes make me feel uncomfortable!"

"If you care about other people's sight, maybe you should add a coat and cover your face up a little better!"

"Is it like this?" The old otakus took out a white tube robe from somewhere and put it on his body. The white robe had no collar, only a head hood that exposed its two eyes in a cone shape and raised high above its head...

"..." Kenjiro.

"..." Five small strong men.

"..." Sandro.

“…” Smanda.

“…” Caolla.

——The birth of the Three Klans of the Another World Edition…

Everyone was sweating wildly...

"That's right, it seems to attract more attention!" The old otaku looked around and found something was wrong.

"It seems that there is no notice of public execution today? How could an executioner walk on the street?" Passerby A.

"Shh! Maybe I got some disease! I can't see the light!" Passerby B.

"I think it should be an important person captured from the enemy country! - Haven't you seen so many regular troops escorting?" Passerby C.

"My sun! This is the reverse effect!" Old Feng pulled off his white robe with amusement and tears!

"Master! I think you should correct your aesthetic view..." Ainius.

"Would it be better to have a hole in your mouth?" Seiya.

"Then there is no difference, right? I think the pointed hood should be flattened!" Zilong.

"Then it's a round neck - the headband is useless at all!" Ichiki.

"I think it would be more appropriate to wear a safety hood!" A Shun.

"Who do you think I am? Lelouch or 556?" The old otakus Sparta, "Although I like watching other people's cosplay, I don't want to cosplay myself, understand?"

"Master, what are you looking for?" asked curiously, the old otakus who was looking for something that jumped into the car and invaded his own field.

"Eyebrow! Eyebrow!"

"I understand, Mr. Akan wants to be a helmet like our original holy garment!" Seiya suddenly realized with cleverness.

"It's Shaya! Shaya! Don't talk nonsense if you don't know."

"Who is that?" Zhong Xiaoqiang.

"This is the generation gap..." The old otaku moaned weakly after blinking.

"Master! Aren't you not playing cosplay?" Ainius.

"Are these two concepts good?"

"I don't think these things are essentially different!" Ginghe.

"That would only look weirder!" Zilong.

"It's better to change clothes, right?" A Shun.

"Yes! Yes! I just saw a lot of places selling clothes!" Seiya.

"I admit that this is a good idea too! But dear little strong men," the old otakus stopped moving and turned his head with a stern smile, "Can you please tell me who is rich in you...?"

"..." The young men.

These guys never bring money, because even if you have money in the Tomb of Gods, you have no place to spend it! Besides, they don’t have the currency of this world at all! Those colorful paper money have no value here!

"This is really our negligence!" Smanda leaned up with shame at this moment, "We didn't even think about preparing some suitable sets of clothes for you for so long!"

The old man and his wife spent some time with the old otakus in the Tomb Forest of the Gods, and they had long been used to their outfits! Even when they got outside, they didn't realize how special they were...

"In my opinion, this is no big deal! Your outfit is also very good! It is convenient to move, and it will not add any burden to combat! It is faster when wearing armor! I am still wondering if I want to promote this outfit in our Paladins!" Caola commented with a large number of simple and bright white suits of the Five Little Strong and theirs.

St. Ostan's clothing is not very dragging, but it is also very wide. The hem of the common people is stuffed into the trousers and there will be a large piece of folded and piled up on the waist! Women's clothes are mostly skirts, but the wide skirts also make their movements not so convenient! The orcs on the street are much more direct, most of them are shorts and small vests!

Only occasionally there are some gorgeously dressed people who look a little better, but even if the layers of luxurious clothes are smooth, they will look so bloated...

"Don't these guys... don't they feel hot?"

"Oh... the holy and beautiful flower of Portal! The most dazzling gem in my life... You are finally back! Thanks to the Supreme God for sending you to me and casting a glimpse of the bright dawn in my dim life! You are the miracle deep in my soul! You are the most precious wealth in my life! You are me..." A pretentious and pretentious voice suddenly came from an intersection where the team passed by. When I heard this sharp voice, Cocoli's delicate little brow immediately frowned...

The old otakus felt his stomach turbulent when he heard this exaggerated tone. When he saw the person making this frivolous sound, he was about to vomit...

A guy dressed in an extremely gorgeous manner with a strong and greasy fragrance, and a group of guards behind him suddenly broke into the team. It was strange that Sandro and the others seemed to know this rash guy. They were unwilling to do so but helplessly gave up a path...

"Is this guy a peacock?" The colorful and shiny jewelry on the guy made the old otaku look straight. What's particularly exaggerated is that behind him, there were a few feathers on the body of unknown birds. The colorful feathers were arranged in a row behind him, like a peacock with open screen!

"I thought he had just been poured with a bucket of oil from his head!" Seiya muttered in a low voice. The guy's head was smeared with something, and it was shiny! His hair formed a wig with a strange feeling, like the one that the judge of the Western Method Court now wore...

"It should be taken out of the oil tank!" Ikki seemed to have noticed the fun of the poisonous tongue. The guy's face was also glossy. If he touched it, he might look like he would get oil...

"Um..." Anisha moaned and covered her nose and lay in the car...

"Anisha! What's wrong with you?"

"Xun... I'm so angry..." Anisha rolled her eyes and moaned with difficulty. Her sense of smell was many times more sensitive than that of humans. There was more than one fragrance on that guy's body, and all kinds of smells mixed with the stinky sweat on his body...

Anisha feels she's dying...

"Who is this guy?" The old otakus asked Sandro as he looked at the flattering smile, who kept showing off the charming guy who walked out of the car helplessly and forced a laugh.

"Hammes, the prince of the Conlar Kingdom! A garbage that doesn't know how much he weighs! A fly that only knows how much he buzzes all day long!" Sandro said in a low voice without any concealing his disgust for this guy.

"I heard him mention that supreme god! Is he from the human kingdom?" The old otaku was very surprised! A prince in a kingdom dared to appear in the capital of the enemy country so arrogantly! Are you really tired of living?

"What the Conlar Kingdom! It's just a small territory that has been established for less than a hundred years, the puppet of the Duchy of Wolken! The explosive household who made his fortune by smuggling and slave trafficking!" Another guard member couldn't help it!

"This guy has been pestering His Highness the Princess since three years ago! It's even more disgusting than the Dorken Scabbage Beast!" Another guards muttered in angrily.

"Then why don't you stop him?" Old Feng became even more strange.

"..." Sandro and the others looked at each other with a look of distress.

"A large part of the guiding machinery used in our country is obtained through the channel of the Conlar Kingdom, so..." Smanda explained in a low voice at this time.

"Tsk! Since this guy hates it, can I drive him away for you?"

"If we can ignore the impact of the Conlar Kingdom on our country, we will never let this rude guy step into the land of St. Ostan!" The old man said firmly in an indignant tone, but there was a cunning light in his eyes...

"I said... Lord Earl! If you want to learn our mechanical skills, just say it! You are not tired if you are so sloppy?" The old otakus rolled his eyes, "But you agreed in advance! You have to take care of us food and accommodation! And you can't learn it in vain! You know what I mean!"

As he said that, without waiting for Smanda to answer, Feng Kan leaned forward with a smile.

The old otakus didn't want to stand up by himself, but when he saw the pitiful appearance of the little Loli Princess Beast Ear, he felt heartbroken. He couldn't help it...

"That...descending Prince Hamis..." The old otakus smiled and humbly approached the two of them. When Cocoli saw him coming, his eyes lit up immediately, "Look... Princess Cocoli has just returned to the capital now. Is it better to let His Highness return to the palace to rest first? What if you have something to say, how about finding another time?"

"Bold!" Hearing the old otakus' words, Prince Hamis suddenly glared! His chin was raised to the sky, and he swept him with contempt, "A mere pariah, dares to interrupt here! Didn't you see that this prince was having a happy conversation with your princess? Something without education! Get out of here!"

"Ha...?" Seeing Prince Hamis's arrogant and domineering attitude, everyone, including Cocoli, was stunned...

"If all the princes in the human kingdom have this kind of virtue, I guess St. Ostan has nothing to be afraid of, right?"

Smanda frowned and was about to go forward, but this guy who claimed to be a prince actually made an even more idiotic move!

"Why don't you get out of here? Deca! Teach this untouchable how this untouchable should face a noble prince!" As he said that, no matter what other people reacted, he turned his head as if no one else was around and continued to entangle Cocoli with a flattering smile.

"..." The guard, known as Deca, took a step forward. This was a giant man over two meters tall. He looked at the old otaku who was two heads shorter than him like his master, with intimidation like his contemptuous corners.

"Wow... so tall..." The old otakus exaggeratedly putting his hand on the awning and looked up at the guy in front of him.

The giant man named Deka smiled proudly when he saw the old otaku, and his head was raised higher! However, the old otaku's next sentence almost made his nose irritated...

"A guy of this tall must be very imposing when he falls down!"

Prince Hamis's entourage was used to being arrogant with their master. When had he been so ridiculed? He immediately glared at him and took a step forward and waved the fist that was half the size of the old otaku, and hit the old otaku's face.

Deka did not draw his sword, but he wore thick metal gloves on his hands! The thick and hard metal and his strength could easily break a large piece of steel plate! He often did this...

Facing the fist mixed with the sound of wind and thunder, Lao Feng smiled, smiling brightly, and took a step forward like Deka, and punched Deka's fist. Old Feng also had the pair of black leather tactical fighting gloves on his hand...

Friends who have played fighting know that how hard a person’s fist is depends entirely on how strong he has! The greater the grip, the harder the fist!

The old otaku's grip strength is now calculated in units of "tons"...

"Bang..."

"call out……"
To be continued...