Tian Lan sneered: "Then how do they compare with professional craftsmen?"

Luo Yu was startled: "Of course there is no comparison. Even non-professional combat craftsmen of level three or above are definitely no match for them. But this is not a matter of level, but a matter of level."

"Then why are you bragging here? I think brother Ed can easily defeat these two guys."

Jita quickly pulled Luo Yu's sleeve.

But Luo Yu was still thinking and making judgments. He frowned and shook his head: "——I think it's difficult. The opponent's military magic furnace is very good, and it can even allow them to leapfrog and use complex structures like the Shield Guardian II.

As for Mr. Ed, I don't know what his level is, but the equipment is far behind."

"What kind of hero is he relying on his equipment?"

"Equipment is also a part of strength," Luo Yu said earnestly: "And the magic furnace alone is not enough for them to control such a complex structure. In addition to their computing power, their own level should also be very high.

"

After hearing these words, Jita knew she was going to die.

He sat back on the chair, crouching down cutely with his head in his hands, pretending that all this had nothing to do with him.

Sure enough, Tianlan was furious after hearing Luo Yu's painting. She slapped the table and stood up: "After all that, you are trying to embolden other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige. I didn't expect you to be such a person!"

The young man was stunned for a moment: "How do you understand? I am just seeking truth from facts!"

"To be honest, those two bad guys clearly bumped into Jita and didn't apologize. They didn't even have basic courtesy. How could they become powerful selectors? If all professional combat craftsmen are like this, then I would rather Brother Ed

They are unprofessional combat craftsmen!”

"Okay," Luo Yu was about to speak, but the little French girl interrupted him angrily: "Luo, you don't want to join that Silver Forest Spear, so you're talking to these outsiders, right?

"

Luo Yu was shocked. What is this? Why does it have to do with whether the combat craftsman is professional or not? Besides, what does the selector's ability and politeness have to do with it?

He quickly defended himself: "What are you talking about? I am a member of the Oak Knights of Tapolis. How can I join the Spear of the Silver Forest?"

"Oh -" Tian Lan suddenly realized: "You are trying to express this, right? You and the Spear of the Silver Forest belong to the same Rainbow Alliance, right? They are indeed the same species."

Luo Yu was speechless.

He couldn't help but turn around and said to Jita: "Jita, please say something, this damn foreign woman is unreasonable anymore - Tata, what are you doing?"

Jita put the hood over her head and covered her ears with her hands, pretending to be an ostrich.

Anyway, he was used to such disputes.

When the dispute between the two gradually escalated, the third party here was finally awakened.

The Papalar crossbowman suddenly smacked his lips, sniffed, and muttered: "What does it smell like? It smells so good?" Then he opened his bean-like black eyes in a trance, and stretched his legs.

Lying on the chair, with a bulging belly, he looked at the ceiling curiously.

While turning his chubby little head, he asked curiously: "Am I resurrected? What kind of temple is this? Do I believe in some kind of kitchen god or food god? Why does it taste so good?"

"Ah, I understand, this is the temple of the harvest god."

"There is no such god in Aitalia." Tata, who was sitting on the side, said this carefully from under his hood.

Only then did Tian Lan notice that the former was awake. She couldn't help but scream and jumped up from her seat. She didn't even bother to quarrel with Luo Yu. She ran over and grabbed the Papalar man's shoulder and asked, "You

Are you awake, are you awake, Parker?"

Parker was about to be shaken to pieces by her, and he quickly stopped him with his short hands: "I'm awake, I'm awake, Tianlan, please stop, I'm already awake."

Only then did Tian Lan let go.

The latter looked around with a blank look on his face: "This place looks familiar. Wait, isn't this the 'Traveler's Rest'? I think I recognize this place - the Hall of Dragons. Am I not dead?"

"

"Dragon Horn Hall." Jita corrected him as the voice continued to come from under the hood.

Tian Lan happily said to him: "Of course you are not dead, Parker. It was Luo Yu who picked you up. You don't even know how brave he was at that time."

Luo Yu couldn't help but touch his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

"That's great," the Papalar man suddenly sat up from his chair: "Of course it would be better if you didn't use the word 'pick up', because it would make me feel like a bag of flour.

"

"It's indeed very similar." Jita's voice continued to come from under the hood like a mosquito.

But Parker pretended not to hear, and asked loudly, while grabbing the barbecue fork on the table with his short hand: "What about those brown weevils?"

"They're all gone," Tian Lan slapped his hand away: "Don't move, these are reserved for Brother Ed, he saved us all."

"Ed?"

"Brother Ed is a combat craftsman," Jita lifted her hood and replied in a low voice, "He defeated the eldest sister, the rest of the people ran away, and those weevil beetles naturally retreated as well."

"A fighting craftsman, isn't that the person Luo Yu admires the most?" Papalar sat back on the chair, stretched out his short legs, and asked curiously: "What about my dinner?

"

Luo Yu's face turned red and he quickly denied it: "Mr. Parker, I just like the profession of combat craftsman."

"It's almost the same." Parker replied, looking around to see where his dinner was. He had just woken up and his stomach was already growling with hunger.

But Tian Lan grabbed his collar and said, "Don't look at it, you have more important things to do than eating."

"ah?"

"Come with us to inform sister Aitila."

"Wait a minute," Luo Yu hadn't reacted yet: "Fuli, Miss Attila, didn't she ask us to...?"

"What do you want us to do?" Tian Lan looked at him dangerously: "Shouldn't we inform sister Aitila about such an important matter? Besides, Parker also wants to meet our savior."

"No, I don't want to," Papalar shook his chubby head hurriedly: "I just want to have dinner quietly."

Tianlan ignored him directly, and Luo Yu finally saw Jita on the side who kept winking at him. After all, he was not a real fool, and he suddenly understood.

So he nodded: "Okay, what you said is not unreasonable. I also want to see how Mr. Ed's game goes."

"I love you so much," Tian Lan couldn't help but excitedly hugged the latter and screamed, as if she had completely forgotten what happened before, and said excitedly: "Let's go, let's go find Sister Atila!"

After that, she grabbed Parker by the back of his collar and dragged the chubby little guy toward the crowd.

"Wait a minute," Parker said loudly, obviously not understanding the situation yet: "What are you going to do? Do you know the racial talent of the Papalar people? If they don't eat anything for three hours, they will starve to death? - Wait, wait,

Put me down!"

"Then you've starved to death twice today, Mr. Parker."

Jita followed behind, looking at the Papalar crossbowman a little pitifully.

"What I said is true!"

So Gita handed him an apple.

Parker picked up the apple and took a bite, then continued to protest loudly:

"A real Papalar would rather die than surrender and only eat barbecue!"
Chapter completed!