Chapter 388: Seeing the Plane Merchant Again

Morea poured a chicken soup for the young demon hunter without money, making him high-spirited and determined to become Ron's No. 2 goal, he took Indira with a gratified smile and left. half plane.

When she reappeared in the palace, Mia, the dragonborn maid who found that Morea had suddenly disappeared, hurriedly greeted her. As a dragonborn who had been eroded by Moreya's breath for decades, she had a natural understanding of Moreya's existence. induction.

As soon as Morea entered the half plane, she couldn't feel his existence. Now that Morea appeared, she naturally came to him immediately, "Master Morea, you are..."

"I told you that I once obtained a half-plane in the Osniro subcontinent. I just entered the half-plane and brought this little guy out." Morea reached out and touched Indira , to introduce her to her maid.

"Master, she looks just like you." Seeing that she was a miniature version of Mu Ruia, or the younger Indira, a happy smile appeared on Mia's face. With the appearance of more like a brother and sister, Indira is still very pleasing.

"Muria, can I eat her?" Holding Muria's hand, the seemingly well-behaved Indira stared at Mia who wanted to touch her.

"No." Morea reached out and squeezed Indira's tender face, "Indira, you can't eat anything alive without my permission."

"Oh!" Indira, who was rejected by Morea, lowered her head and sucked her fingers in disappointment.

"Master Morea..." Mia, who just wanted to touch Indira, was horrified by Indira's eyes staring at the food, and a fine layer of cold sweat unknowingly oozes out of her forehead and back.

"Indira comes from the void and is different from us." Morea ordered, "I will inform everyone in the palace later, don't touch Indira, and find a way to avoid it when you see it."

"Muria..." Hearing Muria's order, Indira pouted with dissatisfaction, it looked really cute, but unfortunately, except for Muria, no one has the capital to appreciate Indira's cuteness .

Morea ignored Indira, but continued to ask Mia: "How are the preparations for Belladine's funeral?"

"It is in progress. According to the rules of the Rockman Kingdom, I have announced the news of the king's death to the whole country. Now some nobles have sent people to attend the funeral of the king Belladine."

"Well, Bella Deen's funeral must be prepared according to their custom, and there can be no mistakes."

"Don't worry, Master Morea."

"Um,

Indira, go. Morea pulled the little girl who had started to look around, "I'll take you to see your future meal ticket. From now on, you must protect her well. You can eat all those who want to hurt her as food." . "

"Hmm!" Hearing this request, Indira smiled happily, her eyes narrowed into two crescent moons.

"Where is Princess Remilia?" When Morea came to the palace where the only heir of the Rockman Kingdom is now, and asked the maid and guard, Morea discovered a strange phenomenon.

"I don't know." Whether it was the maid or the giant guard he dispatched, they all asked three questions, and they all answered that they didn't know, as if Princess Remilia didn't exist at this time.

In the end, in the back garden of Remilia's Palace, Morea saw a very strange, but very familiar scene.

A guy in a black robe, who could not see his voice and appearance, and who seemed to be a humanoid creature, sat cross-legged in a garden full of rare and exotic herbs.

In front of him, there was a clean and tidy black blanket with all kinds of seemingly inconspicuous items on it.

Dressed up like this, it's like a department store merchant that can be easily found in every city. They handle and sell a variety of goods of unknown origin, but most of them are low-level items.

But the grocer who should have appeared on the noisy street actually appeared so strangely in the palace, and it was also in the most heavily guarded Remilia's bedroom, how was it not strange.

Morea's own guards are not as high as the little princess he gave him. But it is such a strict palace ban, which is actually regarded as nothing by this guy.

The storm giants and cloud giants sent here by Morea, even the gryphons who patrolled the sky, all did not see the grocer, even Remili, who was squatting in front of the merchant's stall and was picking something. Princess Ya is regarded as non-existent.

In other words, the sense of existence has been weakened to the point of being almost non-existent. Remilia still existed at this time, but everyone, except for the special existence of Morea, ignored this little princess.

"Planar Merchant!" Seeing the guy in the black robe sitting cross-legged, Morea narrowed his eyes, then looked down at Indira beside him, "Can you see the guy in the black robe? "

"What?" Indira, who was looking around curiously, heard Morea's question and looked at him blankly.

"It's nothing, just stand here obediently and don't move around, I'll go buy something and come back." Morea let go of Yingdila's hand and walked to the stall of the plane merchant.

When Morea stepped closer to the plane merchant, his sense of existence was quickly suppressed and reduced. When he stood beside Remilia, Indira was even more at a loss. She didn't know why she appeared here, but only vaguely remembered Someone told her to stop here and wait for him.

"Good day, the ruler of the Rockman Kingdom, the great Highness Moria." Seeing Moria approaching, the black-robed businessman who was sitting cross-legged only bowed his head slightly.

"Do you want this robbery?" Ignoring the plane merchant who was putting on airs with him, Morea squatted down and looked at Remilia, and the scarlet spear she held tightly in her hand.

"Yeah." Seeing Morea, Remilia timidly shrank her head, and after hesitating for a while, she nodded slowly.

"How much is this gun?" Morea asked the black-robed businessman directly.

"His Royal Highness Moreya, it's not good for you to be like this. I have already negotiated the price with this little guest, and the transaction will be carried out soon."

"I am her guardian now, and have the right to interfere in all her decisions, and have the obligation to protect her from harm. Tell me, what price do you want my little princess Remilia to pay for this gun?"

"If you say so, then I have to tell you." The black-robed merchant said in a flat tone, "This little guest wants to pay a price for Gungnir: five hundred years later, unconditionally shoot three times."

"If I were to buy this gun for her, what would it cost me?"

"Please allow me to make a simple divination about your future."