Almighty Alchemist

Time was spent in constant study and practice, and in the blink of an eye, it slipped past two weeks.

Xiu Yi's strength has certainly been improved again, and the bandits have also undergone changes. Today, even the most vicious bandits have learned a lot about the complicated and complicated etiquette in the lives of upper nobles.

In the words of the bandits themselves, "If there is a noble who pretends to be a poor man, and walks past Lao Tzu's eyes, he wouldn't want to hide them."

In the subconscious, the habit of learning and using makes them position everything they have learned on the standard of "the future will be more convenient for robbing more valuable targets." Bandits are still facing all problems with the robber thinking mode.

They are still downright robbers in their bones.

For this, Xiuyi didn't care that what he needed was not a true gentleman.

After examining the bandits' progress, he felt it was time to move on.

"Lelle." Xiuyi ended the practice early today.

"Master, do you have any instructions?" The former iron man, now wearing gold-rimmed glasses and decent dresses, is practicing the nobleman's walking posture. If it weren't for his face, which was like Arnold Schwarzenegger's horizontal meat, I'm afraid it would be difficult for anyone to associate him with the vicious bandit two weeks ago.

"I noticed that people have made rapid progress in recent times. At least I can't hear any swear words."

"Yes, we have learned to curse in our hearts," the big Han Weng answered vigorously.

"This is a good phenomenon ... you don't have to tell me the target of the curse." The boy smiled, and a large pile of brilliant gold coins appeared in his hand: "Take this money for everyone to share, this is what they study hard. Reward, thirty Kimvites per person, telling them that from today they will not have to learn etiquette rules. And they can take the money I gave them to the nearby town and have a good time. "

Rellejeza could hardly believe his ears.

"You ... are you right?"

"Are you questioning me?" Xiu Yiyou asked. His tone was calm, but with a hint of nagging.

"Oh, no, master, I mean ..." Reyresa grinned, holding a large amount of money: "You are indeed a very generous host. Brothers would be crazy to know the news of."

"Yes, they will go crazy, because from now on, they can no longer spend money to find girls in the kiln for fun, they can't gamble money, they can no longer drink those inferior spirits. They have to follow them to me Make rules to enjoy life. I mean ... enjoy life in the way of aristocracy. "

Reyesa's eyes narrowed, "What do you mean ..."

The teenager spread his hands leisurely: "The theory period is over, now is the internship period. Don't forget that you are no longer thugs, scum, villains, but personable aristocrats. Isn't learning just for use? You know that nobles will never use such a cheap method of spending money. "

"I think I understand what you mean. What you mean is that my brothers must use their sweet words to trick a **** into them, not to do it directly with money."

"That's right."

"Highly demanding."

"That's what you have to consider. By the way, remind your brothers, don't think about running away, let alone selling. You need to know that the alchemist has too many ways to control others, such as some kind of ... can be long-term A poison that lurks in others. "

Relejeza's face jerked a few times.

"Then ... follow your instructions, my wise and benevolent host. I believe they must be very happy to accept the news." Rayle Jessa bowed his teeth and made a standard salute.

This **** little devil, a wicked wanted man, an inhuman pervert boy, he is so bad that he has sores on top of his head and pus on his feet! He even poisoned us!

Looking at the back of Rayler's angry departure, Xiu Yi's smile filled with a proud smile: "I'm bad, right? Asahi."

Asahi nodded desperately. During this time, studying the magic, I was exhausted.

-As a mountain town, Robinia Town has never lacked experience in dealing with robbers.

After the robbers robbed the business trip, they would come to the town to sell some valuables, and then use the money to enjoy it crazy in the town. They will desperately drink, fight, cause trouble, and finally find a girl in the kiln to vent their extra energy, until they are taken out of the bed by their boss, and return to their own place to squat again.

This is the day of the bandits, iterating from day to day, until one day they are caught or killed.

Of course, there are occasional exceptions, such as being trained as a nobleman.

In any case, the town of Locust has never lacked chaos, violence, and no lack of pleasure.

Simply put, this is a paradise for adventurers.

The Villars aren't the only bandit in Reller. They check and balance each other, and at the same time they help each other and communicate with each other. As a common paradise for everyone, each bandit will strive to maintain the chaos and order unique to Robinia.

In fact, the locust town itself does not belong to the list of imperial towns. It is entirely made up of local hooligans, bandits, and robbers. The need for a stable back garden is set by the adventurous merchants. Of local civilians and some exile warriors who had nowhere to go spontaneously organized, and gradually grew stronger in the process of meeting the needs of the bandits. The sand gathers into a tower and gradually develops into a small town. Therefore, there is no empire guard, no town mayor, no fence, only the strongest forces and bandits of bandits ran here from time to time to sell dirty, buy drunk, and find girls.

Therefore, the commercial development here is entirely composed of taverns, brothels and shops that buy stolen goods, and other industries are few and far between.

Old Bill's "Fighter" tavern, which is located at the mouth of the town, is the largest tavern in the town.

From the name of the fighter, it can be analyzed that the most popular show in the pub every day is a group of drunken men fighting with each other. They often smash pubs into chaos, and then take out a lot of money to compensate the pub owner.

Don't worry about the robbers getting into trouble.

Locust town has its own rules: even robbers will not want to lose their qualifications for consumption and enjoyment hereafter.

Of course, there are really anxious bandits. Old Bill, a fifth-level warrior, doesn't mind taking a shot and teaching the **** himself.

Today Old Bill sat at the town entrance in the usual habit and lay in his sun lounger leisurely. This chaise longue was carved by the 16th century Duke of Bauhinia from the special sea dwelling wood there when conquering Detroit. The handle of the chaise longue was engraved with the statue of Poseidon sacrificed by Detroit, surrounded by delicate lace.

Three years ago, a businessman tried to transport this deck chair to Winrington for a good price, but was robbed by the bandits here.

Then it became Old Bill's collection.

He bought it for only ten goldvites and then lay on it every day to enjoy the beautiful daylight.

The biggest advantage of dealing with the bandits is that they have no vision, except for the gold coins in their eyes, they do not understand the value of art.

When the distant Rayler and others gradually appeared in the town, Old Bill was lying on the sun lounger of his beloved. When he saw Rayle them, Old Bill's eyes almost jumped out of his eyes.

The head-headed Leler wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a black velvet soft vest and a white silk shirt looked noble and elegant, and loose black woolen breeches were paired with a pair of polished soft-soled riding boots. A staff of civilization.

Behind him, forty-five bandits, almost all dressed like this.

"Oh my gosh! Nathan! Come on, you stupid boy!" Bill yelled.

A man rushed out of the pub: "Boss, is there anything wrong?"

Bill pointed to the mouth of the village: "Look over there, god, forgive my eyes! Is that Reyesa?"

The man looked out of town with Bill's fingers: "Oh, it looks like that guy. Oh my god, how did they dress like that?"

"Are you sure what you see is the same as what I see?" Old Bill asked.

"I'm pretty sure, boss. That's Rayle Yesa. Look, that guy next to him is Bath, and that boy still owes me twelve Silver Witts. Oh, and Xinjie, oh my god, they're dressed really weird."

"I guess they must have made a fortune." Old Bill mumbled, "I haven't heard of any rich caravans passing by recently."

The man said, "That's all clothes made of good materials. It's too wasteful to wear them."

"Look at the way they walk, they really consider themselves a noble." Old Bill shook his head: "Come on, you bastard, give me all the best spirits. It looks like they're going to drink today It's a game. "

"Yes boss." The man ran to the tavern.

"Remember to add more water, you bastard!"

"Understand the boss!"

Old Reel stood up when Relejeza took his buddies to the Gladiator's Tavern.

He was ready to hug each other with his arms wide open, and he shouted, "Oh, Rayler, my old friend, I haven't seen you for so many days, I thought you were captured by the Empire to be a death row. Look For you, your **** must have made a fortune! "

To his surprise, Relejeza did not welcome his hug. On the contrary, when Bill came to him, Rayler took off the hat above his head, and then made a standard gentleman-like salute salute: "I'm glad to meet you, my old friend."

This action stalled Old Bill's hug in the air.

"Hell!" Exclaimed Old Bill, and his beard full of faces began to tremble. "What did I see? A gentleman?"

He looked behind Relejeza.

Forty-five bandits stooped at the same time: "Good to see you!"

Bill stared blankly at the group of people in Rayler, and the muscles in the corners of his mouth began to twitch: "Oh my god. I must be dazzled, and my ears are also out of order. Could it be that I'm really old? Oh no No, I'm just 50 years old. What the **** is going on? Aren't you Rayler? You're his brother? "

Relejeza replied in a humble tone: "You are not mistaken, Mr. Bill. I am Relejesa. Relejesa has no brothers, even if there are, and the friends behind me. You will not meet To forty-six pairs of twins, right? "

"Ha, you call me sir? Call me me?"

"Yes, if you like."

"No, I don't like it. What the **** do you **** raise here? Which time did you come here against your big sword that was used to scare people? Which time did you and your gang of turtle sons and brothers Didn't you get drunk and smashed my pub? When did your dirty and barbarous **** become so gentle? "

"I'm sorry about that."

"No, you don't have to be sorry, you know that's why I like you. I don't make money if you don't smash things, just by selling wine? That's not enough."

After thinking about it, Old Bill shook his head and said, "Well, no matter what you guys do, immediately get me to my pub, Nathan is ready for your favorite spirits."

Reller's cheeky face extruded a bunch of ugly smiles: "Actually, Mr. Bill, we don't drink spirits this time. If we can, we hope to be more gentle. For example ... fruit wine."

"Fruit wine?" Bill's eyes popped again.

"If it doesn't, you can order rum, or a cocktail. A gentleman doesn't drink hard alcohol ... even if he drinks it, he rarely drinks it."

"Gentleman?" Old Bill nearly didn't fall over. "Go to your mother's gentleman. Rayler, you bitch-robber, you are a group of barbarians, but now **** standing in front of me pretending to be a gentleman? Oh, Oh my god, this is ridiculous. Rayler, I warn you, do n’t try to play with me. If you dare play with me, I ’ll give you a savage meal, it may remind you of a hare Who is it. You **** is a robber! And a robber boss! You shouldn't wear this **** golden glasses! You should wear a blindfold! That can make you look more vicious! Do you plan to change? A way of robbing, take your man to this car in front of the caravan, and ask them to hand over the money with words like you and your husband? You pervert guy! "

Old Bill rushed up to take off Lehler's glasses, and threw them to the ground and crushed them.

Lehler wasn't angry at all: "If you don't have one, we can go to another tavern."

Old Bill stared at Rayler: "So you really play?"

Rayler laughed hard, and the muscles in the corners of his mouth were shaking.

Old Bill finally found something wrong.

He frowned as he looked at the group of Lelers, realizing that all the bandits' expressions seemed a little weird.

He nodded and said softly, "I see. I said Rayler, if you are threatened by someone, you can blink at me."

Rayler blinked.

Old Bill took a breath.

He yelled at the pub: "Nathan!"

"Yes boss!" The man rushed out of the tavern: "All the wine is ready."

Old Bill said in a somber tone: "Replace the wine and take out the fruit wines and rums you received a few days ago. Our guests want to be gentle today."

The man looked around with amazement, then looked back at Old Bill. After making sure that he was not joking, his tongue was tied with a knot and answered, "But the boss, the wine has not had time to mix with water."

"I hate your incompetence!" Old Bill kicked the guy out.

He tilted his head to Lele and said, "Okay, distinguished guests, please come with me. Old Bill represents Robinia, and welcomes you." ~!