Blood Source Era

Although he made up his mind, walking out of the warm house in the cold wind was harder for Aaron than facing the dragon.

But who made everything for Jincancan's gold coins!

Even if there is a big snowstorm, it can't stop the light of the gold coins, and this will also not prevent Aaron from moving forward.

He bit his scalp and walked tightly into the snow.

There were no more pedestrians on the streets of the empire. The senior apprentice guarding the gate turned around after seeing Aaron coming out, rubbing the fireball to keep warm, pretending not to see Aaron.

They didn't pay attention to this guy who was called the three biggest awesome colleges of magic, even if he was in violation of school rules at this time.

Struggling in the snow, Aaron walked the Master Avenue hard, and turned into an alley that could cut the way. After crossing the winding path, he came to the Bod River.

This is the economic center of the imperial capital, countless ships come and go, even if it is under heavy snow, on the Bode River that never freezes, there are still ships sailing slowly.

Here, fish and dragons are mixed, and all kinds of people can find a place here.

The blizzard chilled the port, and most of the porters hid in the tavern, sipping cheap ales, and the woman on the stands twirled her ass.

Countless pieces of copper that have been worn away are thrown from their pockets, and the dancing women reach out to untie the last clothes on their bodies.

For a time, countless whistles sounded in the tavern, either workers or thugs, all in unison, shaking their legs neatly and stepping on the beat.

Endless heat waves poured out of the room, and the moment Aaron pushed open the door, everything reached the right climax.

The dancing girl groaned, and her coma fell into the copper.

Aaron watched this happen in front of his eyes. He sniffed his nose, ignored it, and went straight to the bar.

The servant lifted the faint dancer, and the new dancer twisted her charming steps and walked onto the stage.

The owner of this shop, the one-eyed old Hawk, was wiping the glass hard. His hand-wiping strength was even able to make a hole in the glass.

But he didn't care at all, only with a pipe in his mouth, and he looked at the **** and dancing woman with a smile.

Running around the sea all the year round gave his skin a dark luster, and in the heat wave, sweat on the shaved head was flowing down continuously.

He often tells others that he is a reader and his blind eyes are accidents caused by studying homework late at night.

But no one has ever believed his ghost words. Who does n’t know what kind of prestige the bald-eyed dragon has been riding the sea for twelve years?

Even when he left the sea, he opened the shop on the edge of the most prosperous port in the capital, and no one dared to take care of Old Hawke's place.

To put it bluntly, he is there, and he will follow the rules of Old Hawk. Even if it is the law of the empire, Hawk must nod.

However, he is always telling others that everything is just a coincidence, he is just a small shopkeeper who always does his duty.

Ironically, no living person has ever believed his gibberish.

Old Hawk looked at the scene where there were countless heat waves, and sighed in his heart, how hard the dancer! What a passionate man!

I really hope that the blizzard will be bigger, so that the poor ghosts who are still moving on the pier will hide in his tavern, drink a glass of ale, and take a good look at the beautiful woman.

This is the real thought in the grinning old Hawke.

Although Alfred has an unspeakable aversion to this kind of tavern, everything is for great justice! He sighed and walked in with Aaron.

Aaron walked to the bar with a smile, throwing a look at Old Hawk.

What he wants to drink is not the inferior ale, but the blood of the high elves without a drop of water.

Although he also walked into this inferior place, what Aaron drank was completely different from that of the sailors.

Aaron always loves the high elves living near the source of magic power. This family is not only all handsome and beautiful under the influence of magic.

The most important thing is that because they live in such places all the year round, they have incorporated arcane energy into their blood.

Drinking their blood, they can effortlessly obtain the magic energy that has been integrated into the flesh. This is a gift from heaven for Aaron who is lazy in practicing magic.

The only shortcoming is that drinking the blood of high elves for a long time will cause humans to become addicted.

But Alfred had never seen Aaron worry about anything because of his addiction. He still sipped the blood every day.

For ordinary people, this expensive thing is the same as ordinary wine for Aaron.

In Aaron's eyes, Old Hawk put down his hands and wiped the cup for a long time, and took out the blood under the counter.

There are always mages who like to consume such things, a mouthful of blood, a gold coin, and the huge profits in it give Old Hawk no reason not to do such a business.

As soon as the dark green bottle opened, the fragrant **** smell dissipated, which made Aaron's eyes turn red in a flash.

Old Hawk carefully poured a glass of blood for Aaron from the dark green bottle.

At this moment, Aaron, who was trembling because of the magic addiction, took the glass without hesitation and sipped it out.

The energy of magic quickly swept through the body, then disappeared, and the side effects of the magic addiction disappeared. After taking a deep breath, he exhaled the **** smell in his mouth for a long time.

The feeling of trembling disappeared without a trace at this time, but Aaron was even more eager for the smell of blood.

"You gave me this cup!" Aaron pushed the empty cup in front of Old Hawk and said very carelessly.

He tried to use this careless means to trick a drink.

But the savvy old Hawk pressed the mouth of the bottle ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ The action was obviously telling Aaron that if he couldn't get the gold coins, he wouldn't even want to drink!

This is the blood of the high elves, not everything that cats and dogs can drink, or just a bite, Aaron will pay the price of a gold coin.

"It's hard to do business now!" Old Hawk narrowed his eyes and said to Aaron very seriously.

"So every gold coin is hard to come by, young people, there is no free lunch in the world, nor free blood of high elves."

What he meant to express was naturally to let Aaron take out the gold coins first.

But at this time, Aaron's pocket was almost cleaner than 10,000 women had looted, so he looked at Old Hawk helplessly, nodded, and agreed.

"Yeah, money is hard to come by, even if it is Jinshan Yinshan, it is made out of copper and copper diligently!"

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