After leaving the palace and walking in the streets of the inner city, the three of them tightened their coats due to the cold wind.

"I said..." Stanley spoke first.

"Don't talk to me!" Zhao Qiankun rolled his eyes with a pair of dead fish eyes, looking bad.

"Brother, I know it's not good to drag you out to block the knife..." Stanley said carefully, "But I really have no other way. Let me see Joan of Arc agree to the guy's proposal, it's better to die... I know that you may not be able to mess with the royal family now. It doesn't matter. If the Lion Heart Empire persecutes you, you can go to Irion with me. My family is also a powerful person in Irion. You must have a great achievement when you come to me..."

"That's fine..." Zhao Qiankun sighed: "The imperial chef of the palace is so good, so many dishes, I haven't tasted half of them, but I ran out after I've been able to taste half of them. Alas, I really want to go back and continue eating..."

"Is it because of this?" Stanley felt that he was flashed, and Xue Lian next to him patted his shoulder: "Don't be surprised, his brain circuit has always been so clear, and after getting familiar with it, I get used to it..."

"But I really didn't expect..." Stanley said: "It turns out that the strong man who killed all sides at the armed battle meeting turned out to be my junior?"

"You should keep your voice down..." Zhao Qiankun sighed: "I hope to go to school for two years in peace. The fewer people know about this, the better..."

"But you are so powerful, why should you hide yourself?"

"Don't ask too much about this!" Zhao Qiankun looked back at him: "You just need to remember that only the three of us know about this matter now. Xue Lian will not betray me. If a fourth person knows, it must be what you said. Don't blame me for turning back to the bald bearded man to settle the score with you!"

"I dare not, don't dare..." When Stanley thought of Sha Wujing's terrifying power, he suddenly felt cold on his back, how could he dare to offend him?

"By the way, what is the thing you folded?" Xue Lian suddenly asked, "It flew so far!"

"That's called a paper airplane!" Zhao Qiankun smiled and said, "It's a popular small toy in my hometown. It can be made with one piece of paper. It's convenient, simple and fun. I'll teach you later!"

"By the way, boss..."

"I said, can you not call me boss..." Zhao Qiankun looked back at him: "Just Zhao Qiankun!"

"Okay boss... I mean Zhao Qiankun..." Stanley smiled and said, "Actually, it can fly quite far if you throw the paper ball hard. What if your paper plane doesn't fly past his paper ball?"

"If you haven't flew, you haven't flew!" Zhao Qiankun shrugged: "Then let Joan of Arc marry him, I don't care!"

"I care!!! Stanley: "Boss...isn't it... Zhao Qiankun, are you playing with me?"

"Look at your damn color!" Zhao Qiankun smiled and said, "Don't worry, no matter how hard the paper ball is, you can't throw it far. Can you understand the air resistance?"

"What resistance?" The two of them looked confused.

"This involves a lot of knowledge. In short, because the paper ball is also very light, it is destined to fly not far... And if it really flies far, I have other ways to win..." As he said that, Zhao Qiankun tore up another piece of paper and put it in his hand and rubbed it: "If it is not absolutely necessary, I don't want to use this trick."

The piece of paper was compressed and squeezed tightly in Zhao Qiankun's hand, and finally completely submerged in his palm. When Zhao Qiankun spread his palm, there was only a piece of paper the size of peanut beans left in the palm of his palm...

"A piece of paper that big is so small?" The two of them looked surprised. Stanley picked it up and pinched it. It was extremely hard. Although it was paper, it was pressed tighter than wood. It was some thugs in their hands, as if it was an iron bean...

Zhao Qiankun took the "paper bean" and pinched it and bounced it. He heard a sound of breaking through the air. The bean shot out like a bullet and shot into a tree trunk dozens of meters away. Stanley ran over to check it and could only see the small holes in the bark. The paper beans were embedded too deep, and it was delusional to try to pick it out.

"This is simply not a human..." Stanley swallowed and looked back at Zhao Qiankun: "You must be a legendary hero. Only heroic warriors who are known as legendary wizards can have such strength! It has been a long time since I heard of a real heroic warrior appearing in this continent!"

"I'm not a warrior! I'm just a little stronger..." Zhao Qiankun shook his head and denied: "I hope to become a legendary wizard than the so-called heroic warrior... I just don't know how long it will take to achieve this goal..."

This guy is not joking... Seeing Zhao Qiankun's eyes, Stanley had such an idea. Being a legendary wizard is a grand wish that ordinary people dare not imagine, but Stanley just feels that since Zhao Qiankun said it, he will definitely be able to do it.

What is this with the body of a heroic warrior and the spells of legendary wizards? The gods in myths and legends are nothing more than that...

"Bang...bang..." A series of melodious and heavy bells rang, disturbing Stanley's thoughts.

"It's the New Year's Eve bell, it's midnight!" Zhao Qiankun stretched: "We have officially entered 1258 years! We have one year older!"

"Look, there are fireworks on the commercial street!" Xue Lian pointed to the flying fireworks in the distance and shouted excitedly. The terrain of the inner city was much higher than that of the outer city. Several people ran outside the city gate and stood on the pedestal of the castle. The view was extremely wide, which was simply the best place to appreciate the fireworks.

Looking down, the commercial street running through Karentis was like a light belt, with countless pedestrians shoulder to shoulder, parade floats played music, and various shops were filled with colorful lights. As the fireworks rose to the sky, everyone screamed excitedly.

Gunpowder has been invented in this world, but the power of local gunpowder is much worse than that of low-level magic. Moreover, the human body in this world is stronger. The primary gunpowder weapons made of without improved formulas and purified raw materials are probably not as powerful as those of the world's powerful bows and crossbows. Therefore, the alchemists did not invent more gunpowder in the military field, but were more used to make brilliant fireworks...

"It's okay..." Zhao Qiankun thought of the world where hot weapons were prevalent in his previous life. The tragic level of modern warfare is far beyond that of swords, guns, swords and halberds and a few magics. I hope that such a terrible war will never happen in this world...
Chapter completed!