Chapter 450 Losing My Love Forever

After kicking a succubus that seemed to be in estrus aside, Ron wandered around Dragon City on his own.

This city was different from any other city he had seen before.

There was no king, no officials, no nobles, and a large number of races coexisted.

In Ron's mind, the political ecology of Dragon City under this situation should be extremely chaotic. The whole city should be in a state of chaos, not to mention riots.

But now, not only do people live happily and harmoniously here, but even beggars on the street are rare!

All this has changed because of the existence of a special group.

"The so-called [God]?"

Ron observed Dragon City and examined his heart at the same time.

Looking at the spellcasters who use magic to control the climate and assist daily life and production; looking at the warriors and druids who use fighting skills and abilities to perform stage plays; looking at the priests who create miracles on those terminally ill patients.

[No matter who you are, no matter where you are, no matter what the environment around you is, magic will make your life completely changed-Xinni and Misriel]

Gradually, Ron stopped.

A flash of understanding flashed in the nine-color dragon pupil.

"All kinds of spells

are born from the root, and fall to the root

over and over again, never stopping."

Ron muttered this sentence

A feeling of sudden enlightenment suddenly surged in his heart.

The chaotic energy material in his mind that condensed countless strange objects and magic gradually began to undergo a wonderful change

They were like having life, slowly and firmly, slowly condensing towards the shape of a crown.

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Viego is a simple and hardworking young fishmonger in Dragon Realm City.

Every morning at three o'clock, he would get up early to go to the harbor to choose the freshest fish, and then bring it back to his simple shop to sell.

In the past, Viego went there at four o'clock, but recently, for some reason, there were many newcomers in the city clamoring to see "Dragon City at four in the morning".

In order to avoid traffic jams (carriages), Viego could only choose to go earlier to buy goods.

There are many markets around Dragon City, which are roughly similar to wholesale markets, but they are only open in the early morning and late at night.

After all, they are transported from various cities or other planes, and they have to adjust to the time difference~

"Today's fish price is nine silver coins for fifteen fish. If you buy more, you can get some tide conches for free."

An old fishman with legs spread out and a big horse and golden sword sitting on an iron chair spoke a fluent common language and hummed in the unique tone of fishmen.

"Today's fish is a bit expensive. Isn't it six silver coins normally?"

Hearing this, Viego frowned slightly.

But after thinking about it, he squatted down and carefully selected the large pile of fish that were thrown on the ground in front of him.

The fishmen don't care about the species, they only charge according to the number of fish, which is one of the reasons why small fishmongers like Viego can make money.

Often, if you buy ten fish from the fishmen, you can easily sell them for more than three times the price after a little cooking in Dragon City.

"You think it's expensive, but I think it's expensive too."

"I tell you, you don't know how big the waves were in Sai Ya Bay last week. The waves were almost as high as my grandmother's head."

While complaining, the old fishman skillfully strung the live fish selected by Viego with water plants and tied a slipknot.

The old fishman casually picked up the nearly 100 kilograms of fresh fish and threw it on his shoulder:

"A total of 16, I'll give you 9 silver coins, or I'll help you put them in the car as usual?"

Looking at the old fishman's sturdy arms that are comparable to bodybuilding champions, Viego couldn't help swallowing his saliva even though he had seen it countless times.

Thank you Dragon God.

Although these strong fishmen can tear ordinary human Viego in half, under the pressure of the Dragon God, they still have to abide by the established trading principles.

"Okay, please."

"Snap!" "Snap!" "Snap!"

"Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong"

In a fresh fish shop called [Ka Mavia] on the edge of Dragon Realm City

The sounds of the kitchen knife, fish and chopping board merged into one, turning into a reminder before dawn.

Some people say that after killing fish for ten years in Dragon Realm City, his heart has long become as cold as the bone-cutting knife in his hand.

But Viego doesn't think so.

Killing fish is just a job for him to support his family, without any other extra emotions.

Just like killing fish has steps, life also needs to be taken step by step. If you take big steps, you are likely to pull your balls.

In Viego's eyes, life is like the fish in his hand that keeps jumping. You want to catch it, but you hate its fishy smell. However, in order to get rid of the fishy smell, people have to hold their noses and catch it.

Life is always so contradictory and reasonable.

"Why think about these things? I'm not a king. I want to live but not work. How can it be so good?"

Viego shook his head and laughed at himself, and then stopped thinking about those illusory things.

"Snap!"

He raised the knife and skillfully slapped the fish in his hand with the back of the knife.

The fish twitched slightly and then calmed down.

Then he performed the next step skillfully, and the tip of the knife scratched the fish's scales, making a slight "rustling" sound.

The scales are flying like snowflakes, and the orange-yellow fish meat reveals a smooth and delicate texture.

Removing scales, picking cheeks, thorns, and removing organs. His techniques are precise and fast, and every movement is full of experience and skill.

With a flick of his wrist, the huge bone-cutting knife danced on the orange-yellow fish meat like an embroidery needle.

It was obviously an ordinary labor involving blood, but now it seemed to have become an art in Foyego's hands.

The flying knife flower was like a butterfly piercing the flowers. The light of the knife passed by, and all the fish bones, fish bones, and internal organs were cleverly carried to the side of the basin.

In just a few seconds, the tender and delicate fish meat turned into slices as thin as cicada wings. Each piece of fish flesh was even and transparent, and you could almost see the color change of the light shining through the fish fillets.

This sight made Ron, who was observing carefully from a distance, feel a little emotional.

The cook is trying to solve the problem of cattle, but that's all.

Unlike Ron who was observing secretly, Foego put the knife back on the knife holder and glanced at the masterpiece on the chopping board indifferently, but there was no fluctuation in his heart.

No matter how beautiful art is, if you see it too much, it will be like that.

Therefore, you cannot go to art museums often, otherwise you will lose the urge to appreciate the value of art.

Like women and men.

The most beautiful time is precisely the time when the two people's love is nascent, but they are vaguely secretly happy for each other.

When you really get married and go home, you will see that the fairy you used to pick your feet, poop, and snore.

Comparing this kind of her with the image of the goddess she saw when she was heartbroken, it is inevitable that she will feel a little disappointed, and this is why the so-called "the grave of love is XX" appeared.

But Foego doesn't care.

Because he hasn't even entered the cemetery yet.

After cutting up the fish, Foego turned to look for the bag.

This fish roll is to be delivered to Aunt Wang who owns a candy shop next door.

Aunt Wang is a sheep-headed halfling who still has charm.

She doesn't like fish, but her single mermaid daughter, who has just turned eighteen, loves it very much.

And Foego's feelings for her are similar to her feelings for fish, except that the word "eat" is missing.

Just when Foego had packed up the fish and turned around to take off his pink apron and deliver the meal to the fishman girl he liked.

Sudden

In full view of everyone, the box of crystal-clear fish meat seemed to be lifted up by some invisible hand.

Then it swayed and drifted towards the corner of the alley.

"Um?"

Ron turned to look at the dark alley.

There, he smelled a familiar smell.

In a dark alley

Six low black figures wrapped in black robes were lying furtively in the corner, raising their hands high and slowly controlling a magical aura.

And the direction they stretched out their hands was surprisingly [Kamavia Fresh Fish Shop]! (End of chapter)