Miss Elf Dragon

Perotina didn't know how to explain it to Gargamel, because she didn't understand it very well herself.

DeWitt doesn't seem to have anything particularly attractive about him, and he is not a person that people will notice or leave a deep impression on at a glance. They have always ignored the passers-by who have come up to talk to them since they were walking. Unresponsive.

Perotina changed her normal attitude and actively made friends with him, mainly because she sensed that he had a very special "flavor".

Maybe using "taste" to describe it is not very appropriate, anyway, it is that kind of thing that makes Perotina feel inexplicably familiar, as if it comes from herself.

"I can't tell you the reason. It's probably because of the feeling, like the special ability of the big shot you mentioned before."

Perotina held her face in her hands and looked at Gargamel with a joking smile in her eyes.

"Tch, how can such a special ability be used so often? And what I said last time that you might have special talents or something was just nonsense. You really think you are a big shot, but don't be so proud that even ordinary people can do it. It’s not even up to the standard it’s reached.”

Gargamel looked disgusted at Perotina, but he said the last words very seriously.

The road to pursuing strength is never smooth. Those with firm beliefs cannot reach the other side directly, and those with an impetuous mind have no chance at all. He is worried that Pelotina has not even laid a good foundation and will become a prostitute just because she is temporarily better than her peers. Come on the tail, this is the biggest taboo among taboos.

Perotina knew Gargamel's intentions and nodded vigorously, saying that she would not do that. And the more she came into contact with, the more she felt that her knowledge and skills in all aspects were very lacking, and her overall strength was average, so she tried hard to absorb all kinds of things that could supplement her whenever she had the opportunity.

After leaving the female kingdom, she met Gargamel again. She no longer resisted dark magic or even undead magic, and would even take the initiative to learn it. All types of magic are a type of power, with different paths leading to the same goal. Anything that can become part of one's own strength is a good thing.

Gargamel didn't shy away from her either. It could be said that he gave her privately. Perotina even suspected that he wanted to develop himself into a reserve of the necromancer.

In this way, learning magic and making money, the two of them hurried on their way neither fast nor slow. After more than a month, they finally arrived at their destination, Alan City, the capital of the Duolun Empire.

The name of the city is warm and soft, with a strong feminine flavor. It seems inappropriate as the name of the capital of a martial country like Duolun. However, people who know the origin of this name, especially Duolun natives who are familiar with history, will not think so. It's not good. Because Alan is the name of the founding king of Duolun. He has a handsome appearance, a gentle temperament, and is proficient in all kinds of literature, Taoism and military strategy. Not only did he lead the barbarians of the country to the path of civilization and order, he also managed the country in an orderly manner. He also cultivated himself and became a god, becoming one of the veteran gods in the upper world, in charge of the civilization and etiquette of the lower world.

Sitting on an open horse, looking at the lively and orderly life scenes in the city, and listening to Gargamel talk about this period of history, the smile on Perotina's face was warm, and her eyes were full of smiles.

As a foreigner or even a foreigner, although she admired King Alan, she was not so excited and passionate as soon as she heard about his deeds. However, Gargamel sitting next to her was talking about it. Too excited to be myself. Perotina had rarely seen such a youthful Gargamel, so it was very strange.

"Gargamel, what do you admire most about King Alan?"

Perotina sat hugging her knees and turned to look at him to ask questions.

"Do you have the talent for governing the country, or do you seize every opportunity to become a god?"

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After Perotina's words, Gargamel was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips, calmed down, and returned to the necromancer that was different from ordinary people.

"Don't tell you."

After saying that, he clasped the bone sword hidden in his sleeves, with only one head exposed in the palm of his hand, and waved it forward. The energy shield that blocked the sound broke, and the noisy hawking and greetings on the street came to Perotina's ears. After watching silent movies for a long time, she felt a little uncomfortable.

"The crowds will become even denser if we walk a little further. I'm afraid cars won't be able to pass. The two guests will have to get down and walk by themselves."

The driver reminded them that the speed of the car was gradually slowing down. After walking for a while, they stopped at the intersection of a pedestrian street. Crossing the pedestrian street was a shortcut to the central area of ​​Alan City.

"ah help"

At this moment, a beautiful girl wearing coarse linen clothes ran out of the pedestrian street shouting.

She looked to be no more than 28 years old, and her stature was smaller than her peers. Although she did not have a stunning appearance, she had a simple and pure natural beauty that could not be concealed even though she was extremely embarrassed at the moment.

The girl stumbled out of the pedestrian street, and the fierce servant-looking pursuers behind her also chased her.

"Stop, don't run"

"Help, help"

After running to a wide area, without the obstruction of stalls and crowds, the girl lost her small flexibility advantage and was about to be caught by the pursuers.

"Brother, save Emma, ​​brother, save me"

The girl suddenly rushed to the convertible parked on the street and grabbed Gargamel's clothes.

"Brother, Master George wants to steal me to be his twenty-seventh girlfriend. I don't want to go. Help me, brother, help me, wuwu."

The girl explained the situation she was facing, looked up at Gargamel earnestly, and shed tears. Now he is her last straw.

Perotina's first reaction was that this girl had the same name as an electric car. Her second reaction was why she was looking for Gargamel instead of herself.

He took out the mirror and looked at his gentle and friendly face, and then looked at Gargamel who was a little impatient when his clothes were being pulled. He felt that this girl really didn't know how to look, and he couldn't find the right person to ask for help.

"This sister, you"

Perotina moved closer, intending to talk to the girl and draw her attention to herself, so as not to displease Gargamel.

Gargamel changed his attitude after seeing the pendant around the girl's neck.

"Who gave you this tiger tooth?"

His eyes were fixed on the pendant. If the other party was a man, it was probably possible for him to go and get it directly.

Before Emma could answer, the people behind her caught up with her, and the leader reached out to grab her arm.

"Master George is doing something. If you are sensible, go away and don't get into trouble."

The man warned Gargamel and was about to drag Emma away. Master George was still waiting for them to take him back to answer.

"stop."

Gargamel organized them in a cold voice, lifted his robe and jumped out of the car.

"You can't take her away."

The servants holding the girl hostage looked back in surprise, and Perotina also looked over with raised eyebrows.