Chapter 1836 Strength and Age

Taylor ignored Shallan and turned his gaze to me.

I was a little unsure whether to kill or spare. While I was hesitating, Fenghuang's little hand holding my arm suddenly held her tighter. As soon as I turned my face, I met her pure eyes.

It seems she doesn't want anyone to die from this again.

No matter what, the national power that really did the evil has been put to death, so it’s not a bad idea to let this group of melon-eaters go.

So I said: "In any case, they were not involved when Norris and Mark Horton committed evil, and someone even showed dissatisfaction with the atrocities of the two."

As I said that, I glanced at the female warrior who was sparring with Emily, who gave me a wry smile in return.

"Furthermore, the current political situation in the world is indeed unstable. If war breaks out one day, the Queen will have to rely on the joint efforts of all countries to remain invincible. It is better to spare their lives. Bar."

Taylor nodded and said: "Since the bastard said so, there is no need for me to kill them all. I can just treat them as a favor to Trika."

Upon seeing this, several national forces quickly thanked him profusely, and then fled out of the Moonlight Tavern in despair.

Soon, apart from our group, only Shalan and Sosia were left in the huge tavern.

Shalan deftly took down a bottle of fine red wine from the wine rack, and flicked the cork out. In an instant, the mellow aroma of the wine overflowed from the mouth of the bottle, and soon filled the entire place. Tavern.

Sosia smelled the aroma of wine and turned around. After seeing the wine bottle in Shalan's hand, she said bitterly: "You still succeeded."

Shalan shook the wine bottle slightly. In the dark brown wine bottle, the wine slurry was constantly swaying, like the waves of the sea at night.

"Fortunately, this bottle of wine is not broken." Saran's pleasant voice sounded. She poured the wine into the glass, raised the glass and slowly walked towards Taylor. As she walked, cold air kept coming out of the crystal wine glass. Soon, the outer layer of the crystal glass A layer of crystal clear ice crystals has formed.

When she came to Taylor, she stretched out her hand, handed the crystal cup over, and said softly: "This cup is considered as apology. I didn't expect that the little guy back then would grow into an unreachable strong man without knowing it."

Taylor was not polite. He took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp. At the end, he sighed and said: "Good wine, sweet and mellow, refreshing and pleasant. Senior Shalan knows wine better."

When I heard the words 'Senior Shalan', I was a little confused. Shalan, who looked to be in her twenties and not yet thirty, was actually called a senior by Mr. Taylor, who was over seventy years old!

So how old is she this year?

In the midst of shock, I saw Shalan once again cast her eyes on me, and said with profound meaning: "I know what you are thinking, but a woman's age is a secret. If you can investigate the ages of all your fiancées, I will How about I tell you my real age?"

This may seem like a good bet, but it's actually a trap full of bait.

Do you want me to find out the age of each fiancée?

Are you sure you're not hurting me?

Except for Phoenix, Barbara, Cagalli, Remy, and Lizzy, who have no secrets from me, the other fiancées, even Princess Aurora, who has always been responsive to my requests, when it comes to age, When asked questions, he would pretend to be stupid and smile without saying a word.

Not to mention the secretive Lillea. Every time she showed me the ability score, she would conveniently take down the age column, which made me think that the adventurer base started to buy defective papers in order to save money.

Let go of grudges over a glass of wine.

A glass of mellow wine made Mr. Taylor give up his intention to continue to embarrass the national power.

At night, in the backyard, the cool breeze blows on my cheeks, making me feel relaxed and happy.

I don't understand why Phoenix and the others don't like to enjoy the beautiful night view of Moonlight City and experience the comfort of the breeze, but they just sit around in the air-conditioned hall, playing cards and gossiping, or playing with some newly developed toys by the goblins, refusing to move even for the life of them. .

"If they continue to stay like this, one day they will become fat and turn into pigs!" I worried.

Taylor chuckled and said, "Think too much. With the amount of exercise they do every day, it would be difficult for them to gain weight."

"It's about the amount of exercise." I turned my attention to the proprietress who was leaning against the wall, holding her arms, looking at Barbara playing cards with a smile, and said, "The proprietress has a lot of exercise. Look at her body shape."

Taylor took a sip of wine, wiped his mouth, and said, "That's called strong, not fat."

"What's the use of being strong? Can it improve combat effectiveness?" I sighed: "It's better to go on a diet and lose weight to make yourself more beautiful as a flower and as slender as a willow."

"Don't talk nonsense," Taylor said leisurely: "That woman is not weaker than you, it's just that you can't feel it."

"Feeling?" I thought about it, shook my head and said, "I really can't feel which one is strong and which one is weak. Even if I feel it by luck, it may not be accurate."

"This is a kind of combat intuition. Not everyone has it. It is usually innate and will slowly manifest itself, just like your killing intent."

He stretched out his hand and condensed a black-red killing intent. He looked at it for a long time and murmured: "It turns out that this is also innate. I just don't know whether it belongs to the soul or this body."

After a while, when I saw that Taylor had finished most of the bottle of wine, I asked tentatively: "Old man, that Shalan, do you call her senior today?"

"Yes," Taylor said slowly, staring at the stars in the sky.

"Do you know her age?" I continued to ask.

"I don't know the details," Taylor said, "but I had the opportunity to peek at her ability meter when I was young. What I can determine is that her age is in three digits, and it starts with the number four."

"More than four hundred years old?!" I said in surprise.

"It's possible," Taylor said, "It might be five hundred years old. After all, more than fifty years have passed since then."

"Look, she is such an old woman!" I sighed: "Looking at her appearance, I thought she was only in her twenties this year."

"There is a way to maintain youthful appearance," Taylor said, "It's all thanks to the magician's association she belongs to that has developed the magic to preserve youth forever."

"Does this kind of magic consume a lot of magic power? Will it have the side effect of reducing strength?" I asked.

Taylor was a little surprised: "Why do you ask?"

"She is four to five hundred years old, and she is still limited to the power of the country, and it seems that she is not as powerful as you. I don't believe it if it is not caused by the magic of eternal youth."

Taylor understood, smiled, shook his head and said: "Strength is related to talent and experience, and is not limited by age. The high priest of the orcs is the subordinate of the 16th Fairy Queen, Freid Ophelia. Now She is over 10,000 years old, but in terms of strength, she is not even as good as Cagalli. After hearing this, do you still think that strength is related to age?"