Holy Light, This Elf is Worth a Hammer

"It is indeed the top fat beef cultivated by the Jinchan Chamber of Commerce. The meat is tender and elastic."

"Is there any more? I'm almost done eating."

Compared with Rowell, who still has a bit of aristocratic body in his bones, the Nepalese bishop who directly cooks with a plate does not know what elegance is, and keeps stuffing the dishes on the table into his mouth like a starving ghost reincarnated. If this image is seen by others, I am afraid that the goodwill towards the church will be instantly shattered.

"Nepal, you are also a bishop after all, can't you restrain yourself a little when you eat?"

"Restraint? Are you worthy? When you first entered this restaurant for dinner, your appearance was probably uglier than mine."

"Heh, I didn't expect that the boss behind the scenes in England City would take the initiative to come to us for cooperation." Rowell licked the sauce on the fork with an intoxicated expression.

As the saying goes, one person ascends to heaven, in order to maintain the image of a nobleman, Rowell, who has no money in his pocket, is already waiting for the empire to help him. However, the situation on the other side of the empire is more complicated. The next brave general election can be said to have emptied the national treasury, and the "bailout money" given to him was only enough to keep him hungry and full.

Living in the name of an earl is not as chic as the owner of a small chamber of commerce, but this kind of hard life is completely ended with the arrival of a maid.

That lavish maid didn't seem to regard money as money at all, and she spoke in units of [-] million. To be honest, Rowell has been the earl for so many years and has never seen what [-] million looks like.

In just one night, Rowell, who got rich suddenly, was short of singing Michelle Ice City at the top of Dragon City.

At this moment, all the plans of the empire and the disputes between the empire and the church were all forgotten by Rowell, and he was a bastard if he had money.

Raided by the sky-high "nutrition fee", Rowell patted his chest on the spot and asked his confidant, Bishop Grome, to take a whole team of priests to the city of England to act as toolmen. They pretended to carry out missionary work in other countries, but in fact they were Take money and get soft hands.

Now Rowell no longer needs to bite the bullet and pretend to be a nobleman, he is a nobleman now!

The top fat cow eats plate after plate, and the most expensive red wine drinks bottle after bottle. Why is he wholeheartedly helping the rise of the empire?

Isn't it for a luxurious life like today?

"I always feel that working with a human boss is more profitable than following the empire." If it weren't for the family's foundation to take root in the empire, Rowell would even wish to take this group of tool people to seek refuge in Fengxian.

"According to Bishop Grom's summons a few days ago, today should be the last day, right?"

"Time flies so fast, I really hope this happy life can last forever." Rowell said with emotion from the bottom of his heart.

"I believe this day will come soon." Nepal said with a little deep meaning.

"Yes." Rowell glanced at Nepal in front of him, and finally nodded: "I think so too."

"How is Miss these days?"

"It's not too bad, and I made some new friends in the city, and got along very happily with the children of the common people."

"A child of a commoner? That's fine. As a future saint, being friendly with others is also a necessary part." Rowell picked up the wine glass on the table with one hand, and tapped the crystal on the table with the other. Balls and colorful curtains appeared in front of my eyes.

"Huh? Where's the person?" Rowell took a sip of the red wine in his glass and kept adjusting the angle of view in the crystal ball. He saw that the bishop was no longer in the open space originally vacated for the church to preach. Instead, he was preaching. On the other end, he saw a familiar figure.

Two little lolis of the same age, dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, got together and lifted the thin old man wrapped in a straw mat and threw it directly onto the podium that the church used to preach.

"Sell yourself to the funeral master!"

"Sell yourself to the funeral master!"

"Big sale at a loss!!"

"No 998, no 648, only 88! Sweet and cute little loli buy one get one free!"

When I saw the harmless little face of Chris on the stage.

Rowell squirted completely.

Chapter 749 Stealing Saint Canon

Chris had a great time.

Of course, if there is no damn homework, then these few days may be the craziest few days in her life.

For ordinary people, the celebration in Dragon City is an out-and-out carnival, and for these children, it is an amusement park full of freshness.

In addition, there are so many friends of the same age, Chris, who is quite charismatic, has undoubtedly become the captain of this team.

And those children who were born as civilians also enjoyed being the pawns of the "princess" and had a great time playing in this huge dragon city.

"Bam! Boom boom boom!"

Squatting in the corner of the city, an old man wearing a straw hat leaned against a crude stand, smiling and looking at the helpless and furious children wielding a hammer in front of him. His smirking expression always makes people associate him with human traffickers. .

"Hey, isn't this going to work? Come on! As long as you hit uncle ten times, I will give you luxurious rewards!"

"Who do you say can't do it! Damn it! Don't run away!"

Swinging a jackhammer that was bigger than her own head, Chris yelled helplessly at the group of gophers who kept poking their heads and shrinking their heads.

It was the traditional entertainment of the world that Chris was enjoying at the moment.

Really whack-a-mole.

Just like the mobile matryoshka vendors in the previous temple fairs, whack-a-mole, a children's entertainment project that has been passed down from ancient times, can be regarded as a classic even today. Looking at the bitter faces of the children who were tossed by the gophers, All the adults watching couldn't help but smirk.

Anyone who has some knowledge of elves knows that the speed of gophers is actually very fast, especially the speed of burrowing into the ground. It is not easy for some high-level warriors to attack these little guys, let alone Talk about these little guys with jackhammers.

The result of beating gophers is being treated like monkeys by these elusive little things.

"It's time... Hehe, little Guliang seems to be out of luck.

"This group of goddamn gophers are too hateful! How can they shrink so fast!"

Chris, who is not very friendly towards gophers, has never forgotten the "nightmare" she had, because this little guy made her suffer a lot.

"Haha, otherwise, why would it be called a gopher? Here, this is a consolation prize."

Uncle Gopher wearing a bamboo hat smiled and took a bunch of hand-woven flower crowns and handed them to Chris.

"What is this? It's quite fragrant."

"Yes.. It smells good. Do you still have any more, Uncle?"

"I want me too!"

"It's gone." Facing the swarming children in front of him, Uncle Gopher spread his hands wide.

"Hey! I'm stingy!"

"It's not that uncle is stingy! People ask uncle to sell this thing to uncle, and they may not necessarily give it to uncle!" Uncle Gopher raised his head arrogantly, but the clumsy lies became sharp because of the uncle's self-confidence. As if this flower crown is really something.

"But it's really delicious."

"Of course, this is a corolla made of Galar cardamom, which is unique to the South Island. Galar cardamom is a kind of precious spice, and the floral fragrance of Galar cardamom also has the effect of calming and detoxifying. Function, of course, this is not the point, the point is that the smell is indeed very fragrant."

Uncle Gopher smiled and pushed the cardamom on the corolla with his hand. The crushed cardamom exudes a natural fragrance, but it also has the thickness of spices, and the inhalation has a fruity floral fragrance.

For adults, this kind of fragrance is not high-end, but for these children who have never seen anything in the world, the corolla that can emit fragrance just by crushing a cardamom is already a very high-end "toy".

At least this corolla suits Miss Chris' taste.

"Let's go! Let's continue. Today we must take out the uncle's mysterious prize!" Wearing a corolla, Chris seemed to be full of energy, calling the friends around to prepare for another copy, maxing out the gophers .

But he was pulled back by the uncle gopher on the side.

"what happened?"

"Little girl, you don't have enough money. Twenty star coins per person, and now you still owe me two hundred star coins!"

Uncle Gopher flicked his finger.

"So fast?" Chrissy's expression was slightly embarrassed. Although she is the daughter of the Grand Duke, her pocket money is actually very little. Don't look at her carnival for so many days, she is actually very economical. If It wasn't because she brought such a large group of people that she was afraid that she would be able to play like crazy for many days.

"Ahem, wait a minute, I'll go back and get it."

Although two hundred star coins is only a small amount, Chris is not satisfied with it, but a girl with a thin skin wants to say that she has played too much and owes others two hundred. If I come down and want to go to another place to finish, I'm afraid it will be useless.

As an aristocrat of the Shenguang Empire, Chris is actually not a extravagant and wasteful noble lady. Before her father came to recognize her relatives, Chris's life was actually very frugal and simple.

"It would be nice to have some way to make money."

Chris looked at the window of the hotel where Rowell lived, pacing back and forth downstairs of the hotel where she lived, like a child who had done something wrong but didn't dare to tell her parents.

"Are you short of money? Nana has a way to make money here!"

At some point, Nana approached Chrissy with a popsicle in her mouth. Nana, who was already well-known in Dragon City, had already joined this team and became an excellent member.

"Nana! You... When did you come?"

"They said it was an illegal business, but they were kicked out from the inner city by the guards." Nana pouted, with a bitter and bitter expression on her face.

It is said that cutting off one's wealth is like killing one's parents, and now Nana, who has run out of food, has to go back to her old business.

Holding the straw rope in one hand, he dragged the grandfather as a toolman all the way from the inner city to the East Street.

"Don't complain, I heard that the so-called killer should be perfectly hidden in the surrounding environment like a chaebol, waiting for the prey to come to you. Woohoo..."

"what sound?"

"Um, that must be my grandfather's dead soul!" Nana stuffed the pillow into the straw mat with one hand, while wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with a cute expression.

"It's so pitiful... I think as the bishop of the church, he will be very happy to organize this ceremony."

Chris thought so deeply, and squeezed out two crocodile tears for Nana's dead grandfather.

"Four to six! I'm four and you are six."

"No way! It was my grandfather who died, no matter how you say it, I will be seven or three!"

"Good guy!" The old man lying on the straw mat felt like his heart was being stabbed.

After several calculations, Chris transferred Bishop Reid who was preaching, and the two daring little lolis played the gimmick of selling themselves as funeral masters in this crowded street, but they were actually cute and begging.

The crowds gathered in a short while brought considerable income to the two lolis. Even they themselves didn't know that their alternative performance of selling themselves as funeral masters had become popular on the Internet and became a tofu block under the headlines on the front page. .

Of course they don't care about such things.

"Sell yourself to the funeral master!"

"Sell yourself to the funeral master!"

"No 998, no 648, only 88! Sweet and cute little loli buy one get one free!"

"88? You sold yourself when you were only 88? When did the weapons of the ancient kingdom become so worthless?"

"Boom!" Just as the two girls were yelling, a money bag fell in front of the two lolis, and there was no more, no less, exactly 88 star coins in it, but no one dared to take the money, especially When the old man lying dead on the straw mat heard the words "Ancient Kingdom", he became even violent, and his ferocious aura swept across the entire Dragon City almost instantly!

The heavy pressure immediately made the whole Dragon City quiet, as if a huge silent magic had been cast, and the coercion of the saint made the people present fall into the ice cellar.

The onlookers stared wide-eyed, looking at the desolate old man in disbelief, but couldn't say anything.

"I finally found you."