Chapter 248: Talking about soldiers on paper

Nanna smiled bitterly and avoided the question that made him feel disturbed: "How is the lady now? At that time, I heard that you killed Philip's grandson Zeda and escaped from the holy city, which made me very anxious, but I couldn't leave here. I was worried every day, afraid that the old madman would really hurt you. Finally, I was relieved when I heard that you had arrived in the country of mercenaries."

"She has always been pretty good, but she suffered a little grievance at Zeda that day." Chris smiled.

"That beast Zeda should have died long ago!" Nanna said hatefully: "An Fei, you did a good job. If it were me, I wouldn't let him go."

"Although I exclaimed, it also caused trouble for everyone." An Fei sighed lightly.

"What trouble is this? Some things can be tolerated, some things cannot be tolerated!" Nanna shook his head and said, "It was Zeda, the beast who was lawless and bullied people in our house. Do you still need us to treat each other with courtesy? As far as I know, the old Philip has gone to His Majesty to make trouble several times and demanded severe punishment for you, but His Majesty is always lukewarm to him, and now he is publicly enthroned you. This represents the attitude of most people! By the way, An Fei, you are now an earl, and I have not used any respects yet. Don't you think I am too rude, right?"

"I'm not an earl yet." An Fei smiled and said, "and I never care about this."

"There are fewer and fewer young people like you who are not arrogant or impatient." Nanna's one-eyed look of thought appeared, and then he whispered: "An Fei, you are here to Punk City... If you have any places you need, just say it, treat this place as your home."

"We were just passing by. If we hadn't seen the notice on the city gate, we really wouldn't know that you were the city lord here."

“Passing by?”

"Yes, we will leave tomorrow. The teacher is still waiting for us in the Holy City." Chris Ting continued.

"If that's the case... I won't keep you." Nanna nodded: "It's important to do it."

"You really don't want to see Niya?" Chris Ting asked softly.

"When I came, I thought I was ready, haha... let it go." Nanna shook his head: "By the way, Chris Ding, I have prepared a gift for the master, but I really haven't had the chance to go to the Holy City in recent days. There are too many things to deal with. You can hand over the gift to the master for me." Nanna finished speaking. He took out a small golden box from his arms.

"I will hand it over for you." Chris Ting took the box over.

"Actually, this is also a gift for Niya." Nanna smiled and said, "Chris Ding, open the box and take a look."

"May I?"

"sure."

Christie slowly opened the box, inside it was a little man about seven or eight centimeters tall, made of gold, with his eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose, and flowing long hair, which were exquisitely carved. The little man sat on a rare piece of black agate, holding a small harp in his hand.

"Did you see the little mirror on the lid? Chris Ding, touch it with your hands."

Chris Ting touched with his hand as he spoke. A faint magic wave came, and the little man in the box suddenly began to move, and his right hand was slid around, as if he was playing the harp in his hand. Then the sound of the piano and the soft singing sound rang in the box one after another.

"This... this is incredible!" Although Chris Ding had seen many strange things, he was unheard of such a mechanism and had never seen it, and he couldn't help but become stunned.

"I hope Niya will like it." Nanna also seemed very happy when she heard Chris Ting's amazement, and the muscles on her face kept twitching.

"I can guarantee that she will like it." Chris Ting came to his senses and reluctantly covered the box, and the music stopped.

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore." Nanna said slowly: "In the bar downstairs, I will leave behind a few swordsmen with good strength, and I have explained to the magicians living here for a long time. If you need anything, you can find them directly."

"I understand, thank you."

"And. I can't send you tomorrow, and don't tell Nya that I've been here."

"Then the gift matter..."

"You can say that I sent someone to deliver it to you." Nanna walked to the door, as if he thought of something again: "You should be careful. Now the punk city is very messy, and there are all kinds of people. I don't want to see you hurt."

"You may not know yet that we have a high-level swordsman here, so there will be no problem." Chris smiled.

"Then you must be careful. Never be careless." Nanna instructed solemnly.

An Fei and Chris Ting sent Nan Na to the door together. Nan Na firmly asked them to stay inside and not send him away. An Fei did not make any more politeness. Seeing Nan Na's figure disappearing into the ladder, Chris Ting couldn't help but look at the box in his hand again, and turned the box a few times, hoping to find the magic circle to make a sound.

"Let me see." An Fei stretched out his hand.

"You haven't seen such a strange thing before?" Chris smiled.

"Nonsense, no one in your capacity has ever seen it, and I can't see it." An Fei simply snatched the box and observed it carefully for a while: "Let's keep this box here first."

"No!" Chris Ting hurriedly wanted to grab the box back.

"What's the hurry? I'll pay you back in a few days." An Fei threw his hand behind him.

"I've never seen you like this before." Chris Ding smiled bitterly.

"Okay, okay, let's go."

“Where to go?”

"Go and call Susanna and Niya, and we'll go out and have a walk."

"You still have to go out? An Fei, you have been struggling for a long time during the day. I think you can attract the attention of those undead mages. Let's stay here quietly now."

"You have to act in the whole set, otherwise it may cause suspicion." An Fei shook his head.

Chris Ding thought for a while: "Okay."

Grab! Punch, grab again! Punch again, Chris Ting helplessly shook his sleeves, then looked gentle and elegant, following An Fei, walking up the stairs as if nothing had happened, but he was complaining softly: "An Fei, I really doubt whether you have eyes behind you!"

An Fei's left hand shook lightly, and the golden box drew an arc in the air and landed in his right hand: "It's not that I have eyes behind me, but that you are too stupid."

"Hmph, if I had used magical dialect just now..."

"Can your magic hit me?"

"You underestimate me too much. I first use gravity techniques, then give you a proverb, and then use the flame wave to push you, and finally..." Unexpectedly, Chris Ding also learned to fantasize and began to talk about war on paper. He just bullied An Fei but didn't understand. In theory, the magic of the proverb is very powerful, much more terrifying than the rigidity of the scorpion tail lion. The problem is that the proverb in actual combat is a top-top garbage magic, because the proverb cranking for too long and the chance of failure is too high. Such a disadvantage is that even a great magician cannot overcome. No one will release this magic when life and death hangs in one stroke.

"I'll give you a meteorite first!" An Fei pushed open his door, raised his hand and threw the box onto the bed far away, and then brought the door with him.

"You may also release Yu... An Fei, be careful. If we break the box, we will not be able to explain it." Chris shouted hurriedly.

"It's okay, that thing is very strong." An Fei had already walked to the door of Susanna and Niya and knocked on the door.

"I just want to say..." Niya's cry came from it.

An Fei was amused and cried. The guy was already having a reflex. He didn't ask who was knocking on the door and screamed. An Fei reluctantly swallowed the swear words and shouted, "Susanna, pack up and let's go to the street to stroll."

"Shopping?" Niya's voice became even happier: "Wait a moment."

"I didn't talk to you." An Fei said angrily.

"I didn't talk to you either." Niya inside refused to let go.

"Okay, OK, Niya, just say less." Susanna advised inside: "Change your clothes quickly."

"Why should I say less? We are sisters, don't be too biased."

"It's too noisy." An Fei said helplessly outside.

"Girls have diverse personalities, and it is impossible for each to be as quiet as Susanna." Chris Down his voice.

"Chris Ding..." An Fei suddenly remembered something: "You have known Niya for so long. Have you ever liked her?"

"You are going crazy again!" Chris Ding immediately looked bitter.

"I'm just asking if you like her or not."

"I always treat her as my sister"

"Don't want to like her?"

"Why must I like her? An Fei, what's wrong with you today?" Chris Ding smiled bitterly.

"Nothing." An Fei shook his head. After receiving Niya, he would naturally get the support of Thor. This is something that a fool understands. He already fully trusts Chris Ting's character and character, but he doesn't know how great Chris Ting's ambition is, so he wants to test it. This is of decisive significance to An Fei, and it is also the Count who manages a territory. Politically, he must express an attitude.

A moment later, the door was pushed open, and a ball of happy red and a simple white appeared at the door. Niya asked proudly: "How is it?"
Chapter completed!