Chapter 460 Rules

"If your boss takes action, do you have the confidence to stop him?"

Adila planned to tease Mugol. It was rare to find such an interesting big man, so he couldn't let it go easily.

Mu Geer hesitated for a while, thought for a moment, touched the back of his head and said naively,

"I think you should be able to defeat the boss. Let's cheer you on."

"What you said is indeed a fact." Imrik nodded in agreement, but what he got was a beating attack from Adira.

"What are you talking about here?" Adila pretended to be coquettish. A large group of people were watching, and she actually said such a thing.

Being so disliked by his wife, Imrik had no choice but to stop joking inside.

"Okay, pretend I didn't say anything."

The big ogre man, who didn't understand what state he was in, chose the most correct move and waited silently for the communication between the elder brother and sister-in-law to be completed.

After some rough and tumble with Adira, Imric recalled that there were still several ogres waiting to be dealt with.

He turned to Elvish and began to communicate with his wife, "How about sending them to the city garrison to stay for a while?"

Who knew that Adila looked at them with disgust and said, "You just took the initiative to accept them as your younger brothers. Why did you ask about me instead?"

"It's up to you how to deal with it, but you must agree in advance that these ogres are not allowed to enter the palace."

Why did this woman change her attitude in the blink of an eye? She seemed very interested in these ogres just now.

Imrik, who couldn't understand, chose not to think about it anymore and said to Mgor,

"Although I haven't decided what you want to do yet, since you want me to take care of the food, you have to be ready to fight. I don't care for idlers, especially those like you who are very good at eating."

"We fought fiercely. The group of Tyrells were robbed by Black Bean Sprouts before, and I smashed the leader with the knife into meat patties with my backhand."

"When you talk about holding a sword head, is it a druchi with a golden patch on the helmet and a cape hanging on the back?"

Mugere recalled it for a while, and it seemed that it was extremely painful to think of a food. After all, who can remember how much bread they have eaten in this life.

"It seems that he also scratched my hand." After saying this, Mugol raised his arm, and a wound that seemed to have just healed was at the front.

It looked like the wound was caused by a mercer knife, and it should be the leader of the Black Ark who was responsible for the robbery.

After making a judgment on him in his mind, Imrik looked at this ogre's combat prowess in a different light. Although he thought he was a bad guy, 99% of the people in this world were the same in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that you could actually kill a Druchi Black Ark leader. It can be regarded as a small contribution to the world. In this case, then come with me."

Seeing a large group of onlookers, Imric scolded him unceremoniously to get out of the way and put Adira on Motellius' back, waving his hand for Mugol and his group to follow.

Mugol, who was confused about the situation, chose to follow the steps of the new boss. As long as there was food to eat, it would be an ogre's paradise. Who cares where he would go later.

The group of people met the curious eyes and walked slowly towards the palace outside the city. During this period, Mugere kept asking the boss's name and what he did, but he only got a subtle look.

When he reached the spacious granite road outside the palace, Mugol finally realized what was going on. Even a fool knew what the palaces not far away symbolized.

"Boss, I'm thinking that you must be a high-ranking official, someone who can talk to the leader of Caledo, just like I was a big man when I was in the tribe."

"Haha, you really have a smart head. If you weren't an ogre, you might already be rich."

The dragon halberd guards who were on guard noticed the huge shadow in the night, which was far larger than an ordinary person. A group of guards holding red halberds came over under the leadership of Creon.

"Stop!"

Creon first went through the process in a formal way, and when he saw the two leaders, he quickly understood what was going on.

Although his appearance has been disguised by magic, the gem on Mortellius's neck cannot deceive anyone. This dragon-shaped enchanted ruby ​​alone has been able to buy several large merchant ships. Even in the elf society that attaches great importance to mounts, only The prince is so heroic.

"Creon, you take these ogres to find a place to live, but not in the palace, and let them know what the rules are."

What?

These words made Creon look confused. Caledor's current composition structure is complex enough, including the palace. The local area is still the original elven residents, but Qingyan Port now has an incredible number of races.

The refugees brought from Kislev by the Great Holy War, the slaves rescued by going north to Naggaros, the population bought by Arabi, if you include the lizardmen who don't appear often, it is simply a mixed place.

But even in this case, there are actually a few ogres.

But seeing that the prince had already walked away with his wife, he could only sigh. He didn't expect that one day he would have to deal with an ogre. This was really an unexpected thing.

"It's over, it's over. Continue to stand guard and change shifts when the time comes." Creon waved his hand to signal the guards behind him to leave, and then looked at the excited ogre.

After a moment, I could only feel confused. If the ogre could enter the dragon palace, everyone would laugh at him.

But an order is an order after all, so I can only say it with a cold face,

"You guys, follow me."

"Who are you? My boss just asked you to arrange meals, but he didn't say that I want to listen to you." Mu Geer was a bit stubborn and slightly misinterpreted the boss's meaning.

Creon sneered for a while, good guys, these ogres can't even see the iconic golden dragon armor of the Flame Knight. Don't blame yourself for teasing them later.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that here, everyone except the prince and his wife must listen to me."

"Isn't that why I, the boss, have to listen to you?"

"You don't know his identity?" Creon was a little surprised. He thought it was these ogres who came here shamelessly, but that didn't seem to be the case.

"The boss must be a high official, otherwise he wouldn't be here." A younger brother vowed, this was the result of his observations along the way.

Mu Geer nodded in agreement, crossed his arms and asked about this golden bean sprout,

"You have heard it. My boss is a high official. What role do you play?"

Creon covered his forehead. He couldn't understand such an obvious relationship. He could only say that he was an ogre.

"Well, your boss, Prince Caledor, is the owner of this palace and the one to whom all dragon princes swear loyalty..."

Unexpectedly, these words made Mugel tremble immediately and asked in disbelief,

"What, my boss is the leader of Caledo, don't lie to me."

"This is a fact. The lady next to you is Mrs. Prince Caledor."

"It's over. I just praised Caledo for being beautiful. I'm going to be fed to sharks later."

After Creon's in-depth explanation, Mugol understood that the bean sprout that had just been wrestling was the prince, and the next thing was for this golden bean sprout to find a place to live, and then figure out the rules.

After knowing that nothing was wrong, Mugeer was quite proud. He raised his head and looked around this beautiful area for a long time.

"Since my boss is a prince, then I, like you, are both big men under the boss. What qualifications do you have to teach me the rules?"

Creon, who had expected this situation, shrugged, raised the lapis lazuli long-handled hammer in his hand, and said provocatively,

"Why don't we give it a try and see who teaches the other the rules." (End of Chapter)