Take Taobao with you to another world

The long journey is finally over, and the reluctant companions are finally parting—perhaps only one of them feels sad for these traveling companions.

Watching the backs of those young people leaving leisurely until they completely disappeared from sight, a businessman muttered in a low voice: "God bless, let them die in this city."

Coulson glanced at him and laughed: "If you don't work for the Assassin's Guild, it's very difficult. If you work for the Assassin's Guild..." He didn't finish the sentence, but another businessman expressed his intentions with gestures. Unfinished meaning——He put his palm across his throat and made a cutting motion.

The businessman looked at him with hatred.

This hatred didn't matter to Coulson. He cast his eyes on the spiers of the many houses on the pier. At the end of his eyes, there was a shadowy castle entangled in the hills and shrouded the city. That was his home. .

The long and narrow bow cut through the water, blending into the busy ranks of many passing boats on the river, moving forward along the tortuous waterway. The boats carried dusty businessmen and travelers like them, these people with various purposes People gather in this wealthy city famous in the northern countries. From the ice and snow wilderness in the north, the hot river originating near the heart of hellfire in the depths of the extremely cold place is a miracle given by God. His Excellency the Grand Duke has mastered this year-round The cold and warm port, under his guarantee of force, the trade of weapons, spices and people supported the long-term prosperity of the market. However, after the famous president of the Alliance Chamber of Commerce fell to a foreign country due to the war, the security in the city was obviously tense.

The city was already very prosperous in the era of the rift, and the design of several important waterways passing through the city is extremely exquisite. Even though the city has been destroyed once and expanded several times, there is still no road that can replace the deep waterway in the stone embankment. Water flow, flowing water not only reduces the city's ruler's expenditure on building and maintaining roads, but also brings cleanliness and safety to the city itself.On these waterways, more than a dozen crescent-shaped arch bridges connect the two banks, which are also memorials left by that era, and they remain unchanged after a long period of time, although no one has mentioned their relationship with the bereaved.On a wide bridge near the city lord's office, a knight leaning on the bridge casually glanced at the passing ships below him. There was an ordinary boat coming from afar like an ordinary fat sheep. The traveler was haggard with the inevitable long-distance travel, and his clothes were very simple. When he saw a man in a long robe at the bow with a rather unhappy expression, the knight's eyes widened.

The next moment, he dashed down from the bridge, unceremoniously knocking over two passers-by who didn't have long eyes, the movement was so big that everyone noticed him, the man standing at the bow with a pair of eyes He looked at him, then tilted his head, and looked down at the back again.Another man stood up from the side of the boat, patted his sleeves, and stepped on the stone riverside when the boat docked.

"I'm back," he said.

More knights and guards gathered here, and then flocked towards the city lord's office.Not long after, a letter bird flew out of the mansion and headed for the castle far away.

A few days later, a ceremonial guard of honor stopped in front of the city lord's mansion, and Lord Colson, who had changed back to the gorgeous clothes unique to Ridan, and his mage friend came out accompanied by everyone carefully. , Coulson paused briefly, looking to the other side of the river parallel to the avenue.His vision now was able to pick up the thin, brown-haired figure in that crowd.

At such a distance, the eyes of the two met for a moment, and then the young man nodded to Coulson.

"I'm going to miss them," Coulson said from the car.

"I thought that with what you've done in the past," said Master Different Eyes, "you'd let a little tavern accidentally catch fire, a careless horse dealer leave the stalls closed, or a gang of roving bandits get in. Cities and such."

"Dear friends, I've been transformed," Coulson said.

Master Yitong ignored his pun, "They are always a threat, you know, not just a threat to our lives."

"We and 'he'—or 'them' are now separated by a very long distance. What kind of reason would allow one or several talented people to throw their power on insignificant characters?" "It's someone who's greatly hindering his or their purpose and hurting something that is of sufficient value to them, such as a good, hard-to-replace subordinate," Coulson said.

"...you can drive them away." Master Yitong said.

"They probably won't stay here for too long." Coulson said, "Actually, I hope to retain them a little bit. If they are willing to enter my chamber of commerce, for example, to help me reconcile accounts, in the next few days I won't have to drown in those pesky numbers for months."

"Are you crazy?!" The different-eyed mage couldn't help but yelled, then noticed the environment, lowered his voice, and said angrily, "Did you really fall into the great spell of that Far Eastern magician?"

Coulson's body swayed slightly with the rhythm of the carriage. He sat on the hard and cold seat, quietly watching his best friend. The light coming in from the carriage window illuminated his eyes, and he smiled lightly. Said: "I'm not sharing the wealth, in fact, if they are willing to work for me, it's hard to say who has the advantage."

"Do you really believe that they travel thousands of miles just to 'inform them'?"

"We've been through enough incredible things, so what's the point of believing that for a while?" Coulson said, "During the one-month period we ourselves asked to extend our stay, we had the privilege of being exposed to so many new things. , realizing that there is another way of thinking, and of gaining power from this world. The theories that formed the cornerstone of that magical city, before I became a captive, if I heard of them, I would only take them as heresy, not Wanting to try to test them. It’s not a bad thing for me to feel the fear of knowing nothing, but to realize that they are essentially universal laws of nature itself.”

Master Yitong looked at him and sighed.

"I believe the new body has some effect on your brain."

Coulson did not deny, "It is true. Now that I have obtained a new life through the adult who created the miracle, I will naturally want to try a more interesting life."

The carriage rattles through the city, and the edge of the city is the boundary of the castle territory of the King of Zhdan. The dwellings of the city residents, made of various materials and shapes, are separated by a long distance from the boundary, huddled together like frightened chickens. Huddled together, in the field of vision that suddenly became empty, servants in uniform stood on both sides of the road, silently watching this gorgeous carriage and horses go all the way.The main castle of the castle is still on the hill in the distance, and the windows of the tower are like pairs of eyes, watching here quietly.

The different pupil mage moved uneasily in the carriage, and Coulson looked calm.

The Grand Duke of Zhdan never did such a thing.

Except for the overly solemn and labor-intensive ceremony, as if Coulson was not a captive who fled home, but a triumphant hero, there seemed to be nothing unusual in this empty territory. They passed several school grounds along the way, The number of soldiers trained has not changed much either.After going through some unnecessary etiquette and finally getting rid of this battle for a while, Coulson and the mage stepped into the castle.

Then Master Yitong was led to the side hall, his status was far from enough to intervene in His Excellency's family affairs.Under the leadership of the maid who lowered her head and walked quickly at small steps, Coulson stepped into the waiting hall with a smile, and saw a group of family members waiting here who could only be summed up as old, weak, sick, disabled and ugly. Then the few remaining women in the family stepped forward, and from a distance, excitedly expressed their concern and blame for him.Coulson waited patiently, until they had fully expressed their emotions, before he passed them and walked towards the country, the real master of power in the city, his father.

The stout grand duke sat majestically on a large chair inlaid with gemstones. His right hand, which only wore a ring, rested on the shoulder of a pale-skinned little boy with calm eyes. There was nothing between them in terms of their faces. They are related by blood, but their expressions are very similar. They both seem to be neither particularly happy nor indifferent to his return.Coulson's gaze finally fell on the boy. The latter moved his body and made a gesture of leaning forward, but he did not take a step forward after all.

A voice sounded from the side.

"Colson."

A man standing not far from the Grand Duke looked at him. Except for the Grand Duke himself, his clothes were the most elaborate among all the people present. Although he was not tall and strong, even without those decorations, he was here, and in those descriptions very In contrast to the regretful family members, it also looks shining.The nobleman said with a smile to Coulson: "Although you are probably tired of hearing the polite words, I am very pleased from the bottom of my heart that you can return safely. As the last bloodline that my sister values ​​most, if something really happened to you Unexpectedly, I simply don't know how to face her in the future kingdom of heaven."

"Thank you for your concern, Uncle Paris." Coulson said calmly.

"Although things went wrong during this trip, it caused a certain degree of loss," Viscount Paris said, "But I heard that you didn't gain nothing from this disaster?"

"Yes, I got a lot of unexpected gains." Coulson said, "more than I ever expected and imagined."

The Viscount looked him up and down, and nodded thoughtfully.

"After the dinner, if I can take a moment of your time..."

Coulson sighed, "Uncle Paris."

The Viscount stopped politely.

"If I have the time, I'd rather sleep peacefully and let my son wake me up," Coulson said. "That's one of my long-cherished wishes."

The Viscount looked at him for a while, and after a while, he spread his hands, "Okay."

Coulson took another step forward.

"For me, this wish has always been difficult to achieve." Coulson said, "because I always have to deal with you, for your ambition, and my stupid father, I have been exhausted for a long time, and I have to say... this kind of life Very exhausting."

There was a sudden silence in the hall, everyone was looking at him, including His Excellency the Grand Duke.But he still didn't speak. Before he raised his right hand to give the order, the child in front of him held down his hand. With the strength of a child, it should be difficult for him to stop the actions of an adult like the Grand Duke, but he done.

"I'm very disappointed that you have lost the etiquette due to nobles." Viscount Paris said softly.

Coulson laughed.

"So what?"

He said, and then stepped forward, the long sword around his waist was unsheathed clangingly, a ray of silver light flashed past, driven by the instant burst of muscle power, the steel sword edge cut into the soft tissue of the human body with indomitable vigor, The surprised expression of Viscount Paris suddenly appeared on his face. After an indescribable sound, a head fell to the ground. Under the powerful squeeze of a healthy heart, a fountain of blood spurted from the flat section. It came out and reached an impressive height, and then under the inspiration of the earth, the warm and thick liquid reluctantly stopped the momentum, and rained a patter of blood on the ground.

Everyone was stunned, even the guard by the door grew his mouth and turned into a stiff statue.

Amidst the screams resounding through the castle, the different-eyed mage hurried over the guards and walked in from the door. An instant spell was burning in his hand, but then he stopped in shock and looked at the front of him in bewilderment. Chaotic tragedy.Coulson had put his sword back into its sheath, and calmly walked in front of the Grand Duke. A trace of blood slipped from the tip of his hair, along his side face, and stopped on the stubble on his cheek, gradually drying up due to the heat.

The Grand Duke looked up at him, "Good job."

He said briefly, soberly and firmly.

"I'm afraid I'm going to miss the party," Coulson said. "I want to take some time to wash up and really rest for the night."

"Go," said the Grand Duke.

Coulson held out his hand to the child, "Come?"

The child stepped forward and gave him his hand.

Coulson bent down and picked him up.The child buried his face in his shoulder and sniffed, then turned his head and reached out to touch his face.

"You are alive," said the child.

"Yes, I am alive." Coulson said, he turned and walked out, no one wanted to stop him, the magician with different pupils had already put away his spells, and looked at him with some hesitation, in the silence , a figure walked over from the wall, a pale face appeared under the lights.The different-eyed mage immediately became alert, and Coulson also stopped. The father and son looked at the black-robed alchemist together. Behind them, the Grand Duke had already got up and ordered the servants and guards to clean up the corpse and replace the carpet and furniture.

"What did I see?" the black robe magician said, "A miracle."

Coulson looked at him silently.

"It is almost impossible for you to sever this blood connection... If you have not brought your body back to life and regained the right to fully control it." Sergey said slowly, "This is the biggest gain you have gained, You probably won't want to tell me how you did it, though."

Coulson smiled, then turned to the terrified guard and said, "Take him down. Keep him in his room until I order him to be released."

The mage with different pupils followed behind him, and Sergey's deep eyes followed Coulson's back, but he did not resist the rude behavior of the guards.

"He won't give up." The different pupil mage said.

"Knowledge is probably his only purpose in this world." Coulson said, "so why should I satisfy him?"

After a while, the mage asked again: "Will you kill him?"

"Of course not," Coulson said.

The mage hesitated to speak.

"In different positions, his value is different. I don't need him to die, he is always just a tool." Coulson said softly, "And now I am interested in power, I need tools."