Ride and Cut

"Why don't you go to Cologne City to rest, the governor will definitely welcome you." The lord picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup, "I don't have anything good to entertain you."

"Those nobles are too flattering. I don't like them, and I don't like banquets either." Du Pont waved his hand violently, his disgust clearly written on his face.

"Why are you going to the northwest? Isn't that the orc kingdom?" Li Cha took a sip before realizing that it was milk tea.

This special drink made of black tea, milk and condensed milk is very popular among women, but as the producer, Li Cha has always been reluctant to see it, because he doesn't have much interest in sweets.

"Who is that, a pot of tea instead."

"It's the kingdom of orcs." Du Pont stretched out his hand to protect the teapot, "This tea tastes good, and I still want the recipe. Why change it?"

"Master...with all due respect, if you continue to gain weight like this, it will be very harmful to your health."

"As a magister, I have a deep grasp of my physical condition, and it is generally not easy to get sick." Du Pont proudly picked up the teapot and poured himself another full cup.

"Okay." Li Cha used to have all kinds of fantasies about the so-called big men, thinking that they must all have a long-term vision and a strong mind, and they would not sink into low-level hobbies such as gluttony.

In the past two years, I have seen more and more slowly, only to realize that this is not the case at all. As living people, the good and bad of human nature are equally reflected in them, at best they are better concealed and not so easy to discover.

"Why are you going to the Orc Kingdom?"

"There's an old friend from my youth over there. I'll go see how he's doing recently." Du Pont waved his hand, "It's all old stuff, I guess you young people are not interested in knowing about it."

"But to be honest, you have a lot of new things here. I have seen those big giants from a long distance." The fat old man looked at Li Cha firmly, as if he knew him again, "A pioneering lord has both dwarves and giants under his command, which is simply much more powerful than those so-called wealthy families."

"Teach me, how did you do it?" He asked with great interest.

The lord shook his head very coolly, "There is no one else, it's purely handsome at work."

"And those giants are all taller than ten blades. How can there be giants that tall now?" Master Du Pont scratched the top of his head and asked suspiciously, "I remember that according to the records of the pan-smart race genealogy, the tallest existing sea giant is only six or seven blades."

"Ah..." Li Cha's heart almost jumped out of his throat.

In today's mainstream view, the iron giant is an ancient subspecies of the giant family that has long been extinct. If it was discovered that they were still alive and well in Gaoshanbao, there would be no way to explain it.

You must know that there are no deep mountains and old forests in a hundred miles around, and no one will believe the vulgar drama of living in seclusion.

Fortunately, his brain has been turning faster: "That is... a slight abnormal height caused by atavism, so it is a little taller than ordinary giants..."

"The ancestral giant! Then I have to go and see it!" The elemental user's curiosity burst out, Du Pont's eyes lit up, he stood up and left without a word

"Don't, don't, don't." Li Cha hurriedly grabbed his mage's robe and refused to let go.

"Zi la~" The sound of cracking the silk was crisp and loud.

Du Pont watched his robes turn into bunts, his chubby cheeks twitched slightly, "I said, aren't you going to explain it?"

"These ancestral giants are usually... very low self-esteem, very low self-esteem." The lord lord spoke more and more smoothly, with extremely sincere compassion on his face, and his tone was full of humanistic care.

"They are different from their own kind. They are excluded by the ethnic group, so they have a deep inferiority complex. They are usually unwilling to meet outsiders, which is very pitiful-Master, can't you understand them?"

This last question that hit the soul is really pitiful, and Du Pont is soft-hearted, so he was immediately moved.

"Well, that's a pity." He sat back on the chair again, and sighed unwillingly, "In fact, they should be proud of themselves, after all, the more they return to their ancestors, the closer they are to the ancient Titans."

"Who says it's not?" Li Cha slapped his thigh, realizing that he had finally been fooled, and sighed pretendingly, "But the long time of more than 10,000 years is like an insurmountable moat, how few people can remember the glory of Titan."

"That's right. Under the tide of time, there is nothing that can last forever." Master Du Pont finished feeling, and then said: "On the other half of the way, I also found that one of your subordinates seems to have a very strong spiritual origin. Good guy, he is much stronger than when I was young."

"Female?" Li Cha hung up his heart that had just been put down, and subconsciously sat up straight.

Elizabeth also belongs to the kind that is best not to be known by outsiders. Not to mention the possible problem of beauty attracting bees and butterflies, the arthropods on both sides of her skull are not compatible with any intelligent race, and it is also very troublesome to explain.

The lord now really regrets that the secrecy work is too negligent, so that Du Pont just took a stroll in the sky, and actually saw the most important secret of the Alpine Fort.

It didn't matter before, the so-called enemies were just soldiers and generals. Whether it is confidential or not, it will not delay treating them as sandbags, hanging them up and hammering them fiercely.

But as the stalls of Gaoshanbao spread more and more in the future, the opponents they face will inevitably become more and more high-end. Their methods will be more diverse and sharper. If they are still as negligent as they are now, they will suffer a big loss sooner or later.

"Man, a dog-headed man." The fat old man suddenly snorted coldly, "I think such a strong spiritual origin is really blind to him!"

When the lord heard that it was Nehru, he felt relieved and drank a cup of milk tea to suppress his shock, "I remember Master Chogori once made a famous metaphor five hundred years ago-whether your spiritual origin is strong or not largely determines whether you walk or take a carriage on the road of magic."

"That kobold's name is Nehru, and he's also an element user. How could it be useless if he has a strong spiritual origin?"

"Why are you only half obedient?" Du Pont tilted his head with a strange expression on his face, "Master Qiao Geli is such an amazingly talented person, how could he possibly agree with something as superficial as innate determinism, the original words are clearly like this—"

"Whether your spiritual origin is strong or not largely determines whether you go on foot or in a carriage on the magic road. But where this road leads ultimately depends on the individual's disposition and characteristics."

"Yeah?"

"Yes." Du Pont sighed, "This sentence is obviously used to emphasize the importance of personal character, and to encourage apprentices with poor spiritual talents not to give up easily. If you cut off the second half, the meaning will be completely reversed, okay?"

Li Cha blushed.