Titan and Dragon King

Muria poured a chicken soup with no money into the young hunter knight, making him aggressive and determined to become the second of Ron, and then he left Indira with a reassuring smile. Half plane.

When she reappeared in the palace, she found that Muria's disappearing dragon maid, Mia, greeted her quickly. As a dragon descended by Muria's breath for decades, she had a natural presence for Muria's existence. Of induction.

As soon as Muria entered the half plane, she couldn't feel his presence. Now Muria appeared, and she immediately found it. "Master Muria, you are ..."

"I told you that I once obtained a half plane on the Osnile subcontinent. I just entered the half plane and brought this little guy out." Muria reached out and touched Indira. , Introduce her to her personal maid.

"Master, she looks like you." Seeing that Tuotuo is a reduced version of the mother-in-law Muria, or a younger Indira, Mia's face suddenly showed a happy smile. With her appearance as a brother and sister to Muria, Indira was very flattering.

"Muria, can I eat her?" Holding the hand of Muria, the seemingly well-behaved Indira stared at Mia who wanted to touch her.

"No." Muria reached out and squeezed Indilan's smooth face. "Indila, you can't eat anything alive without my permission."

"Oh!" Indira, who was rejected by Muria, lowered her head and sucked her fingers.

"Master Muria ..." Mia, who just wanted to touch Indira, was horrified by Indira's gaze at the food, and her forehead and back unknowingly exuded a layer of cold sweat.

"Indira is from the void, and it's different from us." Muria ordered, "I'll tell everyone in the palace later, don't touch Indira, if you see it, you will find a way to avoid it."

"Muriya ..." Upon hearing Muria's order, Indira murmured dissatisfied and looked cute, but unfortunately no one except Muria had the capital to appreciate Indira's cuteness .

Muria ignored Indira and continued to ask Mia: "How is Beradine's funeral prepared?"

"In progress, in accordance with the rules of the Lockman Kingdom, I have spread the news of the king's death to the whole country, and now nobles have sent people to participate in the funeral of King Belladion."

"Well, Belladion's funeral must be prepared in accordance with their custom, and there can be no mistakes."

"Relax, Master Muria."

"Well, Indira, go." Muria is holding the little girl who has begun to look around. "I will take you to see your future meal tickets. From now on you must protect her well, all you want to hurt her People, you can eat as food. "

"Uh-huh!" After hearing this request, Indira smiled happily, her eyes narrowed into two crescent crescents.

"Where is Princess Remilia?" When Muria came to the palace where the only heir to the Rockman Kingdom is now, and asked her maids and guards, Muria discovered a strange phenomenon.

"I don't know." Whether it was the maid or the giant guard he dispatched, they all asked questions and didn't know, all of them answered don't know, as if Princess Remilia didn't exist at this time.

Eventually, in the back garden of Remilia Palace, Muria saw a very weird, but particularly familiar scene.

A guy in a black robe who couldn't see his voice and appearance and looked like a humanoid creature, sat in a garden full of exotic grass.

In front of him, there was a clean and tidy black blanket with a variety of seemingly inconspicuous goods on it.

Dressing up like this is like a department store merchant that can be easily found in every city. They deal with and sell all kinds of unknown origin goods, but most of them are low-level items.

But the grocery merchants who should have appeared on the noisy streets appeared so strangely in the royal palace, and it was still the most guarded Lemilia's dormitory. This is not weird.

Muria's own guard specifications are not as high as the little princess he gave. But it was such a severe palace ban that he was regarded as nothing by this guy.

The storm giants and cloud giants sent by Muria here, even the griffins patrolling over the sky, did not see the grocery merchant. They even squatted in front of the merchant's stall and were choosing what Remilie was. Princess A was regarded as non-existent.

In other words, the existence is weakened to the point where it is almost empty. Remilia still exists at this time, but everyone, except for the special existence of Muria, ignored the little princess.

"Businessman from the plane!" Seeing the guy in a black robe sitting cross-legged, Muria narrowed his eyes, then looked down at Indira, "Can you see the guy in the black robe?" "

"What?" Indira, who was curiously looking around, heard Muria's question, and stared blankly at him.

"Nothing, you stand here obediently and don't disturb. I'll buy something and come back." Muria let go of Indira's hand and walked towards the stall of the merchant.

When Muria stepped closer to the plane businessman, his presence was quickly suppressed and cut. When he stood next to Remilia, Indira became even more confused. She didn't know why she appeared here, but only vaguely remembered Someone asked her to stop and wait for him.

"Good day, the ruler of the Rockman Kingdom, His Royal Highness Muria." The black robe merchant who sat cross-legged just saw his head bowed slightly, seeing how much larger than the goblin businessman Stallone.

"Do you want this grab?" The plane businessman who didn't bother with him ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Muria crouched down, looking at Remilia, and the one she held tightly in her hand Crimson pike.

"Um." Remilia shrank her head timidly when she saw Muria, and hesitated, then nodded slowly.

"How much is this gun?" Muria asked directly to the black-robed businessman.

"Your Highness Muria, are you okay? I have already negotiated the price with this little guest and the transaction is about to take place."

"I am her guardian now, and have the right to interfere in all her decisions, and I have the obligation to protect her from harm. Tell me, what price do you want my little Princess Remilia to buy this gun?"

"If you say so, then I have to tell you." The merchant in black robes said flatly, "This little guest wants Gungenier to pay the price: after five hundred years, he makes three unconditional shots."

"If I were to buy this gun for her, what would it cost?"

"Let me simply divinate your future."