MTL - Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds-Chapter 21 Trade it, Mr. Knight

"Poison... poisonous milk?"

Cleveland was surprised and delighted.

Surprisingly, the well-informed and mysterious Oriental actually really knows this example.

The happy thing is, if you know it, is there a way to save it?

He trembled: "Is there a solution?"

Kant looked him up and down and shook his head.

Mr. Knight showed a very sad expression.

Seeing him like this, Kant wondered, "Is it really that accurate?"

The knight, who was sitting upright and in high spirits, showed an unbearably bitter look.

Kant is a kind person, and the communication with the knight today is quite satisfactory. It's a loss, and he hit the dog's head twice, which is considered to be even.

So seeing the knight showing such an expression, he couldn't help but comfort him.

"It's probably not as wicked as you think," he said. "Have you ever heard of psychological cues? Once you start believing a statement, then whenever something similar happens to happen next, you can't help but think about it. Things rely on that statement, and in fact, there are actually many things that do not conform to that statement, but you have subconsciously ignored them, which is called survivorship bias..."

This set really worked, and the knight was stunned for a moment.

He pondered for a moment, and suddenly showed a look of anticipation and entanglement.

I saw him looking at Kant and whispered: "Before, when you were carried into the altar to awaken your extraordinary power, I once said something, and I was in the mentality of trying it out. If it really works, then it is also true. It's a great deed, even if it doesn't work, it doesn't hurt, it's just me saying some jealous words..."

Kant blinked: "What did you say?"

The knight twisted and sighed immediately: "I said that even if there is an altar on the island, it is a small altar, and it is not a powerful ancient hero, and you will not gain any powerful power..."

As for the speculation about another world's portal at the time, he didn't mention it at all.

What a joke, that kind of fantasy.

"…"

"…"

The two looked at each other.

The knight looked at Kant and was about to cry.

He didn't know what kind of answer he wanted.

If he had to choose... He still hoped that Kant could gain more powerful power.

After all, Kant was the one chosen by the princess.

My enchanting magic... should be a very powerful ability, right?

Kant didn't answer his question, but instead asked: "You mentioned before, the alchemist Sowers, the alchemist who enchanted that sword, is he very powerful?"

The knight did not get an answer. Although disappointed, he still answered solemnly: "Master Sowers is famous in the world for his superb magic skills, and is a very famous alchemist on the mainland."

This answer was useless, Kant asked directly: "Are there more people than him?"

The knight replied: "Master Sowers was selected into the list of the '100 Most Influential Masters in the Field of Human Alchemy' published by the "Arcane" magazine three years ago."

Kant nodded and said, "That's pretty good."

Probably know the prospect of this enchanting Dafa.

Although he does not have the knowledge and skills of the alchemist master, he can read the composition of the elements and then directly extract the corresponding elements to copy.

He has just thought about it for a while, and he has already thought about it. Even if he encounters a more complicated and difficult to copy and depict element array, it is not impossible. He can take the sword and find a way to enchant a camera to be able to take the element array. Then **** connect to the computer and use the drawing software to read the analysis layer by layer. Unfortunately, there is probably no such thing as an engraving machine around the community, otherwise...

Of course that is too far away.

If the enchantment pattern on the short sword is Master Sowers's proud work, then after a little research and practice, it is estimated that he can pretend to be an alchemist.

Such golden fingers... should be strong, right?

When the knight saw that Kant had not spoken, his face slowly changed.

He said pitifully, "...Mr. Kant?"

Kant came back to his senses, reached out and patted his shoulder, and said solemnly: "Brother, be strong, in fact, there is nothing wrong with this ability, everything must be viewed from two aspects..."

He pointed his finger and said, "Are you a Goethe? Your ability can be used to evaluate the situation of the battle, or even to set off smoke bombs to confuse the enemy, such as..."

Cleveland sighed: "Some people have already thought about it. The people from the Palace Security Department approached me and asked me to make some seemingly ridiculous remarks, and I was willing to pay, but I rejected them, and some frivolous nobles found me. , ask me to publicly claim that their pursuit of a certain noble lady will never succeed, and I have all scolded them away..."

He shook his head and said, "As a knight, how can I lie with my conscience? Although many of the remarks I made in the past have been proven to be completely wrong, they are indeed based on my judgment after careful consideration..."

"Fucking for the country, that's not cheating."

Kant didn't understand this kind of thinking, and said: "If you refuse so neatly, it's easy to offend people, and the official figures are also offended, and the second generation ancestors are also offended. It's very troublesome..."

"No trouble." Cleveland said quietly, "My father is Prime Minister Goethe after all..."

"…"

Fuck it.

He is actually the son of the Prime Minister of the State Council.

Damn, he looks so handsome, he can still fight, he is still a second-generation official, is there any reason for it?

Still pretending to be in front of me.

Lao Tzu is still the successor of socialism!

The flame of class struggle in Kant's body was raging, and he felt three lemons in one breath. As a petty citizen, he would never understand the happiness of being a handsome second-generation official.

He didn't want to lose his momentum in front of this second generation of native officials, so he had to pretend that nothing had happened, and gently exposed the topic, and stopped talking about the poisonous milk.

- Tangle you for the rest of your life.

He thought about it and said, "Cleveland Cavaliers."

The knight straightened up immediately: "Yes."

Kant pondered for a while, then said slowly: "We had misunderstandings before, but now, we have expressed our willingness to live in peace with each other and decided to let go of yesterday's conflict. Do you agree with this?"

Cleveland nodded. "I agree."

Originally, it was not a deep hatred in the sea of ​​blood, a great hatred in the sky.

Besides, their group had a more important mission, how could they fight a mysterious Aurora on this deserted island.

Kant recalled the appearance of the old king when he was talking about business affairs, and said solemnly: "Then please allow me to speculate, you are attacked by the elf navy, and you are evading repairs here. I assume that you have suffered losses and need to replenish all kinds of materials. You and I have strength on both sides, and there is a basis for equal dialogue."

The knight looked stunned, nodded and said, "I agree."

Kant said: "The earliest trade of human beings originated from the exchange of mutual goods. Your Excellency Knight, are you interested in doing some business with me on this deserted island isolated overseas?"

—Wait, why does this sound so strange?

- Forget it, don't care about these details.

The Cleveland Cavaliers, as an aboriginal, have no idea how dirty the slang words in the Chinese Internet circle of the earth are. He nodded solemnly: "In principle, I have no objection, but in the end I have to ask Her Royal Highness to agree."

"It's good to have this intention." Kant said, "What do you want?"

The knight replied: "Food, wine, medicine, fresh fruit... Mr. Kant seems to have no shortage of spices."

spices?

Kant remembered the rows of shelves and dozens of boxes of inventory in the warehouse.

Well, thinking about it, the spices of the Middle Ages in Europe seem to be very expensive, are they lacking too...

He smiled and said, "How to pay the bill?"

The knight said solemnly, "It will be settled in imperial gold coins."

Kant snorted lightly: "I'm not short of money."

Damn, it's really cool.

The knight frowned: "What do you want sir?"

Kant laughed.

Whether it's an elves, Goethe, a woman, a ship... In the end, strength is the most important thing, and only strength can ensure that you can live safely.

Living is the most important thing.

He pushed the box on the table, which contained Tina's selection of gifts.

Short sword, vest, potion, spar.

In addition to the three-enchanted dagger, the vestments are also very extraordinary. The effect is that they can be integrated into the night, and can even greatly reduce the sound of footsteps. It is necessary for night travel—there are also two elements for the composition above.

There are three bottles of potion, which can temporarily strengthen the physical quality of the user, one bottle to strengthen physical strength, one bottle to strengthen agility speed, and one bottle to strengthen thinking strength.

As for the spar... it is a collection of strong elements. In Kant's eyes, it exudes a fierce light. It only needs to be gently extracted to obtain extremely pure and strong elements.

These are what Kant needs.

He said, "I want these in exchange for equivalent."

The knight frowned, looking hesitant.

Kant asked, "What's the matter?"

At this moment, a golden light suddenly flew in the distance, and the parrot descended from the sky, circling rapidly in Kant.

The red hair on the top of its head has completely turned emerald green.

The parrot shouted: "Two flowers! Two flowers!"

Kant's expression changed, and he suddenly stood up: "Where?"

Here comes the black beast.

And there are two.

Where?

The parrot shouted: "Yanma! Oceana!"

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PS1: The toilet elves refer to the group of people who squatted in the sun well before being embarrassed. Where did you slutty people think?

PS2: Ask for tickets as usual...