Chapter 1836: Strength and age

Tyler ignored Saran, but turned his eyes to me.
Whether it was killing or forgiving, I was a little uncertain, and while hesitating, the little hand of Phoenix that was holding my arm suddenly tightened his arms. As soon as I turned my face, I met her innocent gaze.
It seems that she doesn't want anyone to die because of it.
Forget it, the real evil force of the country has been punishable, and it's okay to let this group of people eat melons.
So I said, "No matter what, they didn't participate when Norris and Mark Horton were doing evil. Someone even showed dissatisfaction with the atrocities of the two..."
With that said, I glanced at the female soldier who was fighting with Emily, and the latter smiled bitterly.
"...Furthermore, the political situation in the world is indeed restless now. If war ignites one day, if you want the Queen's grandma to remain invincible, you will have to rely on the joint efforts of all nations. Let them spare their lives."
Tyler nodded and said, "Since the has said so, then I don't have to rush to kill him. Quan is a favor to Trika."
Upon seeing this, several national forces hurriedly thanked them for their gratitude, and then fled the Moonlight Tavern in despair.
Soon, in the huge tavern, apart from our group, only Saran and Socia were left.
Saran skillfully took the next bottle of top-quality red wine from the wine rack, flicked it, and flew out the cork. In an instant, the mellow aroma of the wine overflowed from the bottle and quickly filled the whole Tavern.
Socia smelled the aroma of the wine, turned her head violently, and after seeing the wine bottle in Saran's hand, she said bitterly: "You still succeeded."
Saran shook the wine bottle slightly. In the dark brown wine bottle, the wine syrup was swaying constantly, like the constant waves of the sea at night.
"Fortunately, this bottle of wine is not broken." Saran's sweet voice sounded. She poured the wine syrup into the glass and slowly toasted to Taylor. As she walked, the crystal wine glass kept getting cold. Soon, the outer layer of the crystal glass A layer of crystal ice crystals has formed.
When she came to Taylor, she stretched out her hand and passed the crystal cup over, and said softly: "This cup is counted as an apologize. I didn't expect that the little guy of the year would have grown into an unattainable power without knowing it."
Tyler was also welcome, took the glass, drank it, and finally sighed, "Good wine, sweet and mellow, refreshing and pleasant, it is still the senior Saran who knows wine better."
When I heard the words ‘Saran’s predecessors’, I was a little confused. She seemed to be in her twenties and less than thirties. She would be called Senior by the overly old Taylor!
Then how old is she this year!
In amazement, Sharan looked at me again and said deeply, "I know what you are thinking, but the age of a woman is a secret. If you can investigate all the ages of all fiancées, I will My true age tells you, how?"
This seems like a good bet, but it is actually a trap full of bait.
Want me to find out the age of every fiancee?
Are you sure you are not harming me?
Except for the five people of Phoenix, Barbara, Kagali, Remy, and Liz, who have no secrets to me, the other fiancees, even Princess Aurora, who has always been responsive to me, are talking about age. When there are questions, they will pretend to be silly and smile without speaking.
Not to mention Lilea, who is acting secretively. Every time she shows me the ability value, she will easily deduct the age column, which makes me think that the adventurer base is starting to get the bad paper in order to save money.
A glass of wine to release your grudges.
A glass of full-bodied wine made Father Taylor dispel his plan to continue embarrassing the power of the country.
At night, in the backyard, a cool breeze blowing on my cheeks made me feel refreshed.
I don’t understand why Phoenix and the others don’t like to enjoy the beautiful night of Moonlight City and experience the comfort of the breeze, but they just sit around in the air-conditioned hall, playing cards, or playing with some small toys newly developed by goblins, and they refuse to move a bit. .
"If you stay in this house, one day they will become fat pigs!" I worried.
Taylor chuckled and said, "Thinking too much. With their daily exercise, it's hard to get fat."
"On the amount of exercise." I turned my gaze to the lady boss who was leaning against the wall, holding my arms around, and smiling while watching Barbara play cards: "The lady boss does a lot of exercise. Look at her body shape, ah."
Tyler 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 increase combat effectiveness?" I sighed: "It's better to go on a diet to lose weight, to make yourself more beautiful and slender as a willow and more valuable."
"Don't talk nonsense" Taylor said leisurely: "That woman is not weaker than you, but you can't feel it."
"Feeling?" I thought about it, shook my head and said: "I really can't feel the strong and the weak. Even if I feel lucky, it may not be accurate."
"This is a kind of fighting intuition, not everyone has it, generally it is innate, and it will slowly manifest itself after the day after tomorrow, just like your killing intent."
He stretched out his hand, condensed a group of black and red killing intent, looked at it for a while, and muttered: "It turns out that this is also born, but I don't know if it belongs to the soul or this body."
After a while, seeing Tyler had a bottle of wine down for the most part, I tentatively asked: "Old man, that Shalan, do you call her senior today?"
"Yes," Taylor said slowly, staring at the sky full of stars.
"Do you know her age?" I continued to ask.
"I don't know the specifics," Taylor said: "But when I was young, I was fortunate enough to sneak a peek at her ability scale. What is certain is that her age is three digits and starts with the number four."
"More than four hundred years old?!" I said in surprise.
"It's possible," Taylor said: "It may also be five hundred years old, after all, more than fifty years have passed since then."
"I went, it turned out to be such an old woman!" I exclaimed: "Looking at her, I thought she was only in her twenties this year."
"You have skills in your face," Taylor said: "It's all thanks to the wizard association she is in, who actually developed the magic to keep youth."
"Does this kind of magic consume mana, and will it have the side effect of reducing strength?" I asked.
Taylor was a little surprised: "Why do you ask?"
"At four or five hundred years old, she is still in the country's power, and it seems that she is not as strong as yours. I don't believe it if it's not the magic of keeping youth."
Tyler understood, he smiled, and shook his head: "Strength is related to talent and experience, and is not limited by age. The orc high priest is the subordinate of the 16th fairy queen Philide Ophelia. It has been over long, but in terms of strength, she is not even as good as Kagali. Hearing this, do you still think that strength is related to age?"
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