Chapter 404 Death Bird

"What...what?"

The Earl was a little bit incredulous, thinking that he had misheard. Later, Wilton said that he was just angry. He loved his subjects so much, how could he deprive the Earl of his title for such a small matter.

Entek was relieved. It was really scary just now. It was hard to imagine that the king who had no master and could step on anyone he saw would actually say such a thing.

But before he could completely relax, Wilton looked at him with a strange look, which made his anus tighten.

"Your Majesty, is there anything else?"

"I suddenly feel that it is not good to deprive the title. Your title has been hereditary since the era of the first generation, and I believe that you must have accumulated a lot of wealth during this period.

I heard that the Earl once advertised that he was rich enough to rival a country. Is this true?"

Entek: "Your Majesty! My family has always been frugal and donated money to charity. There is absolutely no chaos like you said!"

There are so many people watching, and some of them have expressions of watching a good show. How can Enteke not know what they are thinking? These people want to have their money confiscated.

What a joke.

Enteke forced a smile: "We have always helped charity and sought more benefits for the children in the welfare home. In comparison, the Duke actually embezzled more, but no one knows much about it."

As soon as he said this, the faces of several people around him changed, and they all stared at him with resentful eyes.

Wilton pretended not to see it and ignored these people. He tidied his clothes several times and got back to the limousine.

The parade continued, but there was an undercurrent among the people following the parade.

Time, flowing fast.

Soon, night fell, and the prosperous Cranbeya was brightly lit. On this day, every household would prepare a sumptuous meal to show the citizens' determination to celebrate the birth of their king.

Beside the warm fire, there were reunited relatives, who sat around the table and prayed for the food on the table.

"The sun gives us warmth, abundance and life. We will pursue and praise Him forever."

"The sun gives us virtues and lets us learn to be grateful. We will always believe in Him and love Him."

Riya walked on the street. There was no one on the road, but she could see the laughter and joy through the windows of the buildings.

The night weather was too cold.

Under a window with warm lights, a child was shivering.

In front of her was a box of matches. Whenever she saw someone, she would shout.

"Sir, Madam, buy a match. Matches can give you warmth. Its flame is like the sun."

But there were too few people here, so the girl couldn't sell a single match.

She lowered her head in frustration and hugged her knees. The family behind her was talking and laughing again, but she hadn't sold any money yet.

Just when she couldn't stand the cold, a pair of boots suddenly came into her sight. She looked up and saw the gentle smile of the young man, which surpassed the lights of thousands of houses.

Somehow, the girl started crying, and she raised the matchbox in her hand.

"Sir, buy a match."

"How much?"

"Five hundred gold coins each, pure wood."

Riya: "..."

He leaned over more intimately, touched the girl's head, gave her a swar to hypnotize her that it was five hundred gold coins, and then took away a match and the swar.

"It is your angelic heart that gives this match value. Hearts are priceless, and they should not be so cheap."

After that, Riya left.

The girl continued to hug her knees, thinking.

Not long after, two pairs of feet appeared in her sight.

The girl looked up and saw that the person standing in front of her was a young man wearing a long white coat and black-framed glasses, and the other was a young man wearing a green vest.

The first young man had a schoolbag on his back, and there was a very cute child in it, like a beautiful little girl.

Once again, tears oozed from the girl's eyes, and Ermigana was a little at a loss: "You, don't cry."

"What's wrong with you? Why are you here alone? Where are your parents?"

The girl sobbed: "I don't have parents, only my grandma who raised me since I was a child. My grandma is sick. On such a warm day, she can't enjoy the laughter and joy. I have no choice but to sell matches here to treat her illness."

When Ermigana heard this, his eyes suddenly turned red. He thought of the original Grandpa Dagon and knew how precious family affection was.

Suddenly, he comforted the girl.

"Don't be sad. I'll buy all the matches you have. Go back and accompany your grandma, okay?"

Girl: "Really?"

Ermigana: "Yeah."

As soon as he finished speaking, the next second, he saw the girl open the box of matches in her hand. There was a full box of matches neatly placed inside, with about thirty or so matches.

"Five thousand gold coins for one, pure wood is flammable. If you are sincere, the group purchase price is four thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine gold coins for one."

Ermigana's smile froze.

They didn't have that much money.

Originally, they had to walk to Cranbeya, until midnight, when Saler suddenly said that this was not possible, so he turned into a mythical creature and flew them here.

Alfin's plague doctor wanted him to accept the trial and stopped in front of them. Then Saler got into a fight with the plague doctor in anger. Not every plague doctor was as strong as James. His "annual The title of "Best Epidemic Doctor" is also a symbol of strength.

Even in this situation, Saler still tried his best to kill half of the plague doctor's body. The plague doctor finally recovered his body helplessly, agreeing with the saying that luck is also a part of strength.

Who makes Alfin lucky enough to find a mythical creature as a friend? If his luck can always be this good, then his own strength is indeed not that important.

"Then let's see how far you can go."

After saying that, the epidemic doctor left.

Alfin felt that Saler was omnipotent.

Except for my bad temper.

That's not bad enough. He's about to scratch Emigana's hair.

Now that Saler saw that someone dared to cheat his "horse", he jumped out of his backpack, pulled the girl into the alley and beat her up.

In the end, the little girl revealed the prototype of the extraordinary creature, which was actually a large stick figure. She cried and shouted that she was wrong. Saler lit it with fire without saying a word, and then several people gathered around it to warm themselves.

"Look, we don't have to envy others, we can also have a warm holiday."

Emika: "..."

Alfin: "..."

They always feel that something is not right but they can't say it. In short, the feeling of living with mythical creatures is indeed very subtle.

…

On Leah's side, he received an invitation to the royal banquet and was going to attend the banquet.

Little Shival then stayed on his shoulder and shook his head, fluttering his wings from time to time.

The fluttering of birds' wings means they are happy.

The current mythical creature indeed looks carefree and carefree, and even makes a rhythmic "coo" sound from its throat, as if it is singing.

Riya thought it was pretty good and praised it for its musical talent.

When little Shival heard this, his feathers suddenly swelled and he "cooed" more vigorously, just like the whisper of the undead.

A stray dog ​​looking for food by the trash can was caught off guard when he heard the sound. He was so frightened that he jumped into the trash can with a bang.

By the way, it also stretched out its claws to close the lid.

[My lord, we have arrived at Keranbeya]

In his mind, Saler's voice sounded.

[Then relax here. The festival atmosphere here is not bad, but it has not reached the climax it should have.

I hope we can experience more exciting programs in the future]

【certainly】

The two sides ended the exchange.

As soon as Riya finished, a new communication content squeezed in.

[Lord Faceless, have you seen Xia En? 】

There was no doubt that this was Serge, still looking for his bugs, and other Hephisgots were sending messages at this time.

[My lord, don’t reply to him or make him anxious]

[No matter what he is doing, please reply to me quickly. I have learned the function of transmitting pictures in my mind and made a lot of pictures. I want to name these things "emoticons"]

【What? Do you do this if you have the technology? 】

【Chat with me quickly】

[Chat to me first, I'll see what's going on, and help you make changes by the way. Wouldn't it be possible to send dynamic pictures in your mind during sound transmission in the future? 】

[I saw it, it’s in color, it’s really amazing. Compared to the Black Pharaoh who sends out transmissions all over the world to look for bugs, you still have taste and pursuit]

[Guess what, I have been sticking to this idea, and then working with others to research, trying to let everyone see new pictures.

We have just developed a product called a photo camera and plan to apply for a patent. 】

[Can I post color pictures? 】

[No, we need to study the color picture again. Our company is currently studying how to add sound. Which of you can? 】

[I can destroy your company hahahaha]

[Then I can smash your head]

The Hephistigs were chatting in his mind, but in the end, their topic came to the topic of not telling Serge Shaan where he was and letting him keep looking.

Hearing that they had initiated a bet on whether the Black Pharaoh could find his bug, Night Demon invested a huge sum of one thousand gold coins in it.

Riya thinks these people are really bad.

So he replied to Serge.

【No】

The Xia Gai insect she saw in the dreamland was just a conscious body. In essence, Riya really didn't know where Xia En's body had gone.

This is the original incarnation of belief in extraordinary creatures. Now that the incarnation has disappeared, it may look for other traces belonging to the gods.

So Riya gave Serge a suggestion. After hearing this, Serge felt that it seemed reasonable and there was no further news.

Completely unaware that the other clones were isolating him as they spoke.

The noisy sounds were still echoing in his ears, and Riya immediately left them all to the Golden Church in the dreamland to deal with them. This time, his mind finally felt much better.

The avatars' thoughts are too out-of-the-box, but such personalities are often very creative, and the inspiration for many inventions often comes from extraordinary out-of-the-box thinking.

Next, Riya raised her head and stared at the majestic palace in the distance. Little Swale turned into a tentacle and fell to the ground. In a very short period of time, it turned into a black horse.

The black horse was two meters high and had a strong posture. He motioned for Riya to ride on her. Riya shook her head, thinking that it was just too monotonous.

He took two steps back and his body twisted.

Soon, a horse exactly like the current Sval appeared in the same place, except that it had a blue glowing horn and a pair of plump wings.

This is a nightmare, a creature that exists in the myth book.

"Li——————"

The nightmare neighed, then spread its wings and flew into the sky, stepping and circling in the sky. Sval immediately understood the host's intention.

It also transformed into a horn and wings, and followed the host. Soon, the two nightmares were flying in the sky, competing to see who would reach the destination first.

A drunk was wandering on the street, holding a bottle of wine and staggering to pour wine into his mouth. As a result, when he looked up, he saw two winged horses flying in the sky.

Suddenly, he sobered up from the alcohol, and looked carefully in the moonlight. It was indeed two horses flying in the sky.

Suddenly, he felt that it was extraordinary.

He knocked on doors everywhere and told others that there were horses flying in the sky. When others opened the door, they smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

Suddenly, everyone retreated and quickly closed the door. No one paid any attention to him.

He was a little depressed and could only complain to the crows who were fighting with cats on the street for mice.

"Do you believe that there are creatures in this world that only exist in myths?"

The crow heard it and nodded: "Yes."

Suddenly, the drunkard felt that he must not have woken up yet.

Not everyone can accept the existence of these, and not everyone has seen them.

More people are deceived by the truth and live in their own world, so that when they see the truth, they will only point to the truth and say that it is false.

The drunkard felt that he was a master of philosophy and drank another sip of wine.

"Crow, such a good day, why don't you go home and have a big meal with your family?"

Crow: "Because I have no home."

"It's so miserable, then you follow me in the future, I will raise you."

The little crow thought about it carefully, nodded in agreement, and then put the mouse he had just snatched from the cat in front of the drunkard.

"Then it's settled, this is my dinner, I'll give you some now."

"You're so nice, you're the first person willing to give me food--"

The drunk man was moved and grabbed the mouse, and was about to tear it in half with the little crow, but the next second, a sturdy crow appeared on the roof above, with its wings folded, as big as a washbasin.

"Interns nowadays don't work hard, they're lazy here, right?"

Hearing this voice, the little crow was immediately startled.

"You still don't have a home, will you go if the headquarters committee gives you money?"

"I'll go! Don't tell my professor!"

The little crow flapped its wings and ran away. Now the drunk man looked at the direction it left and felt a little frustrated.

It turned out that it had a home, and he was the one without a home.

The big crow's eyes flashed scarlet light: "Don't get involved with crows, the dead bird won't bring you any good luck."