Nuclear Dragon

Everything, simple meat, sausages and other items are cost prices, and the prices are between a few dozen copper coins.

The food on the second floor is much more exquisite, and there are a lot more monster meat.

These meats can provide more nutrients needed for practicing swordsmanship, and the price is naturally much more expensive.

The third floor is where the local tyrants of the Japanese group go, and the grade is naturally extremely high.

The food provided inside is enjoyed by the nobles, comparable to the most high-end noble restaurants in the outside world.

The minimum unit of each food is silver coins.

The more expensive ones are all in gold coins!

Even ordinary students in the day group would not dare to eat on the third floor every day!

At this time, Arman, under the introduction of his classmates, came to the second floor for dinner.

Because the family conditions of those temporary students are good, most of them eat on the second floor.

Although the lunch on the second floor is quite refined, it is still a big pot meal.

A group of people need to line up for dinner.

Alman waited in line for a while before it was his turn to order, and there were still many types of food.

There are pigs, ducks, cows, sheep and other meat, and a little monster meat that is not low in grade.

He ordered a portion according to the appetite of five people, and the entire iron basin used to put food was full. It cost a little more than one gold in total, which is relatively expensive.

Holding the iron basin in his right hand, Alman went back to find a place to eat.

At this time, a group of students happened to be walking towards Arman.

The leading student was wearing a decent blue school uniform, with blond hair, not handsome, with a square face, surrounded by three or four people, all centered on this student.

They had obviously ingratiating smiles on their faces, and the man in the middle, with a full face of arrogance, presumably was a genius among the students.

This group of people talked and laughed and walked in the direction of Arman.

The two quickly approached.

One of the students suddenly saw Arman's iron basin full of food, and was a little surprised: "Wow! This guy is too good to eat! How many people are there here? All together, this is for one person to eat Is it? It's just like a rice bucket."

When the other people heard the words, they all took a look at Alman, and one of them laughed and said, "You see, he is still an elf! This is too delicious! The elves I know eat very little, and they prefer fruits. Kind of food! Isn't this a fake elf?"

"Look at his clothes! It looks like a temporary student. These guys have nothing but money! It's a waste to order so many good things at once!"

A group of people pointed at Arman, which made him feel a little bad.

"Are you guys here to find trouble?" Arman's face darkened. As he said, he reached into the iron basin with his left hand, took out a piece of meat, put it in his mouth and ate it.

His eyes were fixed on those who spoke.

"Oh? How did you say that? Are we wrong?" a student asked.

"That's right! We didn't scold you! What kind of attitude do you elves have! This is Xinglan King City! It's not in your elves' forest!" a student warned.

"Get out of the way! I don't have time to spend time here with you!" The man in the middle also spoke. He frowned and looked at Arman very unhappy.

Roadhog is used to it, but he really hasn't gotten used to anyone who dares to talk back to him, especially the scum of the academy like temporary students.

"You bastards! You provoked me, and you still want me to make way for you? Impossible! Is there no way next to you? Do you want me to make way for you?" Arman was angry.

He grabbed the food in the iron basin and stuffed it into his mouth frantically.

"Don't let me?" A student murmured to himself, then took a step, walked in front of Arman and pushed his body against him, and walked forward.

Seeing Arman's small body, he wanted to use his size advantage to push him away.

But he took a few steps and found that the other party was motionless.

This made him a little uncomfortable. He was a one-handed sword learner in the academy, mainly focusing on skill and agility, and strength was not his strong point.

The figure itself is relatively slender, only 1.7 meters tall.

Seeing that Arman couldn't be squeezed away, the man's face turned red.

A person who is 1.7 meters can't squeeze in a person who is 1.6 meters? What a shame!

And the opponent is still an elf who is not good at strength!

Arman had just swallowed a mouthful of meat at this time, looked at the other party with contempt on his face, straightened his chest, and directly pushed the guy in front of him to the ground.

He laughed and said: "Hahaha~ You are too weak, you fell down before I exerted any strength!"

"You!......" The student fell to the ground, his face turning even redder. He pointed at Arman and didn't know what to say.

The surrounding students obviously noticed the unexpected situation here, some of them walked up to the front directly, and some of them looked at it from a distance.

This is the second floor, and most of the diners are nobles from small places. They looked at the situation here with a sneer on their faces.

At this time, the square-faced man among the students didn't look well. He said calmly, "You elf! Get out of the way! I don't need to pursue your fault!"

Arman heard the words, and cast a disdainful glance at the other party. Are these people really mentally ill? It's obviously their fault, why do you act like it's my fault?

Humans are so overbearing?

He didn't understand, so he took two more bites of meat.

"Do you know who I am?" the square face on the opposite side suddenly said.

"I don't know." Alman replied.

"I'm Tom! Tom Morris!" The square-faced man suddenly straightened his face and said.

"Tom Morris?"

"That's right!"

"I don't know! Are you famous?" Arman asked.

"......"

"My brother is William! William Morris!" Tom Morris twitched slightly.

"Still don't know!"

"William Morris! The strongest genius in the academy with legendary talent! He is my brother!" Tom was furious!

"What does that have to do with you?"

"He's my brother!"

"Your brother is your brother, not you!"

"You!..." Tom was furious: "He is my brother! We are brothers! His glory is my glory!"

"Oh! The strongest genius in the academy? Legendary talent? It feels like that! When I grow up! It must be a legend! And it's several times stronger than your brother!" Arman said casually.

As the silver dragon who is second only to the golden dragon among the metal dragon clan, what he said is naturally true.

As long as you live to old age or very old age, how difficult is it to advance to the legendary dragon?

For dragons, legend is not something to show off.

Let's talk about brothers! My brother Shillong still has the resources of the Dragon God! Look at me showing off! What a fuss!

"This elf is too arrogant! How dare he look down on William, who has the legendary talent! Look at his tone! He doesn't even care about the legend itself!"

"Are all elves so arrogant now?"

Several students couldn't believe their ears, legendary powerhouses! There are only single-digit invincibles in the kingdom!

Why do you look down on the elf in front of a strong man who is respected even by His Majesty the King?

"Bastard! Bastard! I want to fight you!" Tom was also mad!

He felt that his elder brother had suffered the biggest insult in his life!

That's why he yelled extra loudly, and all the students around were immediately attracted.

duel? It seems interesting.

These local nobles all showed expressions of interest.