In the areas under the jurisdiction of the Dark Elf Kingdom, the space sector is unstable and it is very easy to have different dimension cracks. Nine out of ten forging equipment has different dimension aura. When people from other places come here, they force the red letter, which is called "the rich man".

——"Arad Museum of the Region"

The residence of the Dark Elf Crent is located in a corner of the camp Afaria.

There are very few people here to care about it, but today there are five uninvited guests.

"Hey, is anyone?" Hans knocked on the door with his hands.

It took a while to make an appointment.

"Cruff", a gap suddenly appeared on the door, and the person inside glanced at the outside with his eyes.

"The sky is put on", a lazy voice came out of the crack in the door.

When Hans heard this inexplicable sentence, he was stunned for a while.

"Be friends again", he barely squeezed out a few words.

"Bang!" The door was closed immediately.

Everyone looked at each other.

"What's the attitude?"

"What a shitty sky?", the barbarian Bob became impatient.

"Come on, let me come." He walked to the door and knocked hard on the door.

"Bang bang bang!", the knock on the door was like a firecracker.

"The sky is added", this time the door did not open, and a voice came from inside.

"The kitchen knife is in hand!" Bob yelled.

"Fuck", there was a curse in the room, and there was no response.

Bob was annoyed now.

"Believe it or not, I'll pull you, the birdman, out of the quilt!"

At this time, Yang Jian's figure flashed and blocked him.

"Bob, don't be impulsive, I'll do it."

Bob flashed to the side angrily.

Yang Jian knocked on the door gently.

"The sky is added to it", the unnutritious words are still there.

Yang Jian's eyes showed a long-silent heroic spirit.

That is the domineering spirit that only the rich have.

He shouted confidently: "The magic sword is in hand!"

This sentence with a strong aura immediately responded.

It seemed like a thunderous sound came from the void inside the door.

"Forced red letters!"

Yang Jian walked forward and pushed the door.

"Spend money like soil!"

The door seemed to be locked and opened in response to the sound.

Inside the door, a young hero with flowing hairstyle crossed his hands and looked at Yang Jian and his group with a smile on his face.

What is surprising is that his ears turned out to be dark purple pointed ears!

"Master Crent", Yang Jian walked forward and stretched out a hand.

"President Yang Jian", Crent stretched out a hand.

The two hands were tightly held together.

"Mr. Boken said there is a discount for forced red letters to you," Yang Jian stared at Crent's lavender eyes.

"Hahahaha", Crent smiled heartily.

"When do you come here and type the red letter a few times, I guarantee there will be a discount."

"It must be, it must be," Yang Jian repeatedly said yes.

"But here today, I borrowed your two-legged flying dragon for use."

Yang Jian expressed the purpose of this trip.

Crent smiled sly.

"You have to pay some shipping fees for five people of all sizes to go down the mountain."

When Yang Jian heard this, he took out a promissory note from his pocket. He signed his name and handed it to Crent.

"I, Mr. Yang, keep my word," Yang Jian's eyes flashed.
Chapter completed!