Chapter 206

Merlin grabbed the purse in his hand and said meaningfully, "It's pretty easy to make money. I really hope I often run into big heads like the Seventh Cavaliers, hehe..."

"What are you talking about? I almost got in trouble." Alice said with a frown.

"What's the big trouble? If it's a big deal, I will overthrow the entire royal capital. I want to leave, but no one may be able to stop it." Mei Lin said casually.

"Don't mess around, you won't be able to live in the human kingdom by doing this..." Alice said with a serious expression, worried about Merlin.

The two chatted and didn't notice the slightest lavender-haired woman in casual clothes approaching.

It is the first knight of thorns, Masefield, the queen's exclusive knight.

Today, Masefield is not wearing a gorgeous armor, but a long dress at home, with his hair tied up high and becoming a single ponytail.

Although he still wears a sword around his waist, he has lost a lot of heroic spirit and changed a lot, not as eye-catching as usual.

Alice didn't even notice that Masefield and Merlin had passed by, thinking she was a passerby.

However, Merlin was still more alert. He noticed a strong breath and stopped abruptly. He looked behind him and found that Maysfield had disappeared and was moving very quickly.

"Merlin, what's the matter? Who did you see?" Alice asked curiously, looking behind her.

"It's nothing, go back soon..." Merlin shook his head, turned around, and thought

Is that the first knight of thorns?

Looks really a funny guy...

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Chapter 19: Monthly Ticket Plus

After Merlin and Alice left.

The whole thing was calmed down.

The Londoners watching the excitement were afraid of causing trouble, so they all dispersed.

"Master Morrison, do you have any more orders?" Franklin asked flatly.

"No, take your people and leave, I want to be alone now..." Morrison waved his hand.

"Yes." Franklin gestured to his men to retreat.

More than a hundred knights moved quickly, retreated like a tide, and disappeared before Morrison, as if they had never appeared before.

Morrison walked to the place where he just wrestled his wrists, and looked at the messy scene, a wry smile appeared on his face.

"Unexpectedly, I would lose to a dark iron adventurer? If other thorn knights knew about it, I would be ruined..."

Morrison was a little unacceptable. He had seldom encountered opponents in power in Great Britain, but today he was suppressed by the little dark iron adventurer.

Now thinking of Merlin’s relaxed look, Morrison is still a little hard to calm down.

That man, even at the last moment, he still didn't use his full strength, right?

The contemptuous smile remained on my face, and it did not fade from the beginning to the end. I was really looked down upon.

If you knew that this adventurer was so powerful?I should start the "Rakshasa ghost" state to deal with, maybe I can turn defeat into victory.

I haven't had time to use my strongest posture against this man, think about it, there is still a little regret...

Morrison thought in his heart, he really wanted to compete with Merlin, otherwise it would be a bit unwilling to lose to the Dark Iron Adventurer so easily.

But Morrison admits that Merlin is quite strong, but if he is the strongest against the enemy, he feels that he can still be close to Merlin.

I didn't try my best just now, and almost won.

If you have the blessing of the "Raksha Ghost" status, you are sure to defeat Merlin.

Rakshasa ghost is a state of potential stimulation. Morrison's rested secret skills can instantly enhance his various strengths and become humanoid monsters.

The state of the Rakshasa ghost is divided into three levels. Each level of power will increase exponentially, causing obvious changes in the body, and finally incarnate into a monster-like posture.

Morrison is still incompletely controlled, and can only use the second state of "Rakshasa Ghost" at best.

At the third level, the power is so strong that he can't control it, his mind will start to become blurred, and he will suffer heavy damage to his spirit.

When Morrison gains extraordinary powers, he will certainly pay the equivalent price, which is why he is unwilling to use the "Rakshasa ghost" casually.

"Ugh……"

Morrison sighed, it was rare to encounter an opponent of Merlin's level, but the result was nothing.

As the seventh knight of the thorns, he does not usually perform tasks and can only stay in the palace on standby.

It's only his personal interest to come out to set up a stall, hoping to meet some interesting guys, compete with them, and relieve the boredom.

As a result, his identity as a thorn knight was exposed, and he couldn't play this kind of game anymore, and I felt a little sad.

"Morrison."

The soft, oriole-like voice sounded behind Morrison, which made people feel familiar.

Morrison looked back, then his eyes widened, "Masefield, why are you here? Isn't it your vacation today?"

"There is such a big noise here, how could I fail to notice it? I thought that a restless guy was making trouble in the capital, so I came here to check it out." Masefield looked at the mess at the scene, frowned. Looks in a bad mood.

"Haha, I'm so sorry, I interrupted your vacation..." Morrison laughed dryly, a drop of cold sweat slipped on his forehead.

"Are you embarrassed to laugh?" Masefield said with a serious expression, accusingly, "You are responsible for guarding the palace today. What are you doing here? Dereliction of duty is not a good habit."

"It's so boring inside the palace. I didn't hold it back for a while, so I wanted to come out and have fun." Morrison looked apologetic, knowing that this was not good.

"What a random guy..." Masefield sighed and asked helplessly, "You did all these? You won't encounter enemies in the capital, right?"

"No, no, how is it possible?" Morrison waved his hand repeatedly, and answered truthfully, "It's just that I broke my wrist here, and it turned out to be so fun..."

"Wrist-wrestling?" Masefield was suspicious, which is a wrist-wrestling, right?

Although Masefield also broke his wrist with Morrison, the scene was not so bad.

"This time the opponent is very good, it is not a small gain, his strength surprised me very much." Morrison sighed.

"Oh?" Masefield came to be interested and said lightly, "If you can get your praise, I think the other party is not weak?"

"Well, it's not weak indeed." Morrison nodded, his tone very agreeable.

"This is normal. As the center of the entire Great Britain, the capital is often mixed, and it is not surprising to encounter the strong." Masefield paused and continued, "But if you compete with your strength, you will almost never lose. Right?"

"I always thought that except you, I would not lose to anyone in the wrist-wrestling power competition, but it's a pity that I lost, and I lost terribly." Morrison replied honestly, with a melancholy expression.

Anyway, it won't be long before the whole of London will know that he has lost to the Dark Iron adventurer. It's better to admit it honestly now.

"Really?!" Masefield's eyes widened, looking very surprised.

She still knows something about Morrison's strength, how could she lose easily?This really makes her incredible.

Knowing that the Thorns Knight is close to the top combat power in Great Britain, suddenly someone who can beat the Thorns Knight suddenly pops out, which is really surprising.

"Really, the opponent's power is overwhelming, especially at the last minute." Morris recalled.

Masefield frowned, calmed his shock a little, and asked, "Who is your opponent?"

"This..." Morrison said with a red face, he stopped talking, "an unheard of Wrexham Dark Iron adventurer."

"Dark Iron Adventurer!?" Masefield was even more astonished. The Dark Iron Adventurer defeated the Thorns Knight. It was impossible. "Morrison, are you kidding me?"

"No, the opponent is really powerful. At least I feel that way. If I don't turn on "Raksha Ghost", I might not be the opponent of that man." Morrison said seriously.

Seeing that Morrison was not joking, Masefield asked suspiciously, "Why would a guy with this level of strength be the lowest level adventurer?"

"The other party seems to be a man who doesn't care about his fame..." A few black lines ran down Morrison's forehead, and it was obvious that he couldn't calm down.

"There are so many freaks in the adventure house. When did this kind of guy suddenly appear..." Masefield frowned and asked tentatively, "Morrison, what do you think of that guy? Will pose a threat to the kingdom?"

"I think that man is a good guy, because..." Morrison patted his biceps and said vigorously, "It's not a bad guy who can beat me by breaking my wrist!"

"This is the logic of mental retardation that shit doesn't understand, can you not always use your muscles to think?" Masefield's expression was complicated, and he was too lazy to complain about Morrison, but thought

Who is this Wrexham adventurer?

Having the strength that rivals the Thorns Knights is definitely not an unnamed person.

It seems that I'm late, if I can, I really want to meet this mysterious man...

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Chapter 20

The embassy of the elves.

After Merlin and Alice left, Shirley had planned to rest, and then set off tomorrow.

But Samuel seemed to have something, and led Shirley toward the depths of the unknown embassy.

Shirley followed Samuel honestly. Although she didn't know where she was going to take herself, she didn't feel particularly scared.

After all, Samuel is an elf, and Shirley is still very relieved of her clan. Unlike humans, she can only bring herself tension and fear.

Shirley looked at Samuel's back and couldn't help but want to inquire about the situation in her hometown.