Is it an enemy? a friend?

This question was before Cyril, which forced him to hesitate.

The half-elf boy was holding a sword, waiting for the descendant of the Vader family to give a follow-up, but his mind was like a thread of detachment, spreading the corresponding information in front of him-

Since the other party is a descendant of Duke Vader, it is obvious that he came for this batch of magic crystal mines. If Mrs. Peg bit her to kill her and wanted to take down all the magic crystals, then Cyril would have no choice but to kill someone and kill her.

But the problem is that Mrs. Peg's goal is such a large number of magic crystal mines, not a bunch of Gentry.

The goal is such a precious thing, but she only brought a retainer with a weak strength, and she waited for it for several years, unable to start-

So what kind of difficulties should the "Vide family" she represents encounter that she is so sad that she can't even take over a group of petrified giant lizards?

After sorting out, Cyril had a certainty in his heart. He suddenly shook the sword in his hand, put it into the sheath, then made a way, and reached out to lead the way in the direction of the tavern:

"Madam Peg, why don't we go to your tavern and sit down and say?"

The same thoughtful old lady Peg Vide was stunned for a moment. Obviously, she didn't expect that the other party would let go of hostility so easily, and immediately followed Cyril's steps, nodded and said slowly:

"Since the Count is willing to chat with us, then go over and talk."

Alina's eyes were confused, but she followed Cyril to put away the sword in her hand. She led the way to the shabby wooden table, opened the chair for Cyril, and then cautiously guarded the side, staring at the opposite side of Bodon Hawthorne, letting Mrs. Peg sit down as if exactly.

Mrs. Peg kept observing the scary young Count boy. She kept muttering in her heart that this young man was afraid that he would not be the king's illegitimate son, so he could be an earl. It's impossible that La Rochelle is unavailable, so he can only let such a young man be an earl, right?

But she also had to admit that the other party did have certain abilities - he had excellent swordsmanship and strength, certain insights, and certain emotional intelligence...

Maybe he can be pulled over?

She was still thinking, but she heard Cyril's fingers tapping on the table twice, and then the sound rang:

"Since you've all sat down, there's no need to hide it in the middle of the night. Let's talk straight to the point."

"It's good to go straight to the point." Mrs. Peg nodded subconsciously, and heard Cyril continue: "It's easy to discuss, but you don't want to take away the Magic Crystal Mine."

"It's easy to discuss, it's easy to discuss..." She still maintained that subconscious state, suddenly realized something was wrong, and immediately slapped the table: "Wait, what are you saying?"

The old man around her reacted more quickly than her, and he had already drawn out the sword at this time. But Alina kept staring at Bodon, and the sword was unsheathed the sword the moment he saw him raise his hand. The frozen sword was raised, pressing against Mrs. Peg's cheek and shouted:

"Put down the sword!"

Mrs. Peg's face was pressed against the cold sword, but she just frowned. She knew that the initiative was not on her side, so she could only whisper: "Hawthorne, listen to her and put down the sword."

"Madam, this..."

"I said let go of the sword!" She raised the volume, and the old man behind her could only let go of his hand in disappointment and let the sword fall to the ground.

Elina then moved the sword away. Mrs. Peg touched her cheeks that were frozen a little stiff, snorted, and then said:

"Earl Adrien, you are straight to the point, but don't open the door and be the bedroom."

"It's better to be simple and straightforward. Some things are born with nature. Danya is watching you and me. She is kind and destined to be the direction of your and me growing up, just like I won't pretend to be confused."

Cyril spread his hands, his face was natural, and he could not feel disgusted with smiles: "I killed all the petrified giant lizards, so these magic crystals are naturally mine."

He looked at Madame Peg's face gradually becoming gloomy. The wrinkled face was twisted like an orange peel that had been left for a long time: "Earl, I will call you the Earl. Please remember that without the Vader family a hundred years ago, there would be no Amasil now, and you don't have the position of Earl Ciali to sit."

"Oh?" Cyril leaned back, looking more relaxed, "But Vader a hundred years ago belonged to La Rochelle, and who do Vader now serves?"

"You!" Bodon, who was beside him, shouted sternly, but Mrs. Peg waved her hand, forcing him to recover from silence. Then the old lady took a few deep breaths and stretched out three fingers: "Three-Qian Qi, you take 30% away."

What answered her was the silence of the boy, and the smile that was still natural on her face, but inexplicably felt a little scary.

So Mrs. Peg handed out two more fingers: "Half, this is the limit."

Cyril kept smiling, reached out and untied the sword at his waist, and pressed it on the table.

"Half?"

He continued to stare at Mrs. Peg, as the wrinkles on his face rolled up in an unreasonable amplitude, as if he could hear the grinding of his teeth in the other person's mouth.

"Take 70% away!" Mrs. Peg pounded the table angrily, and her voice suddenly became sharp, "Don't go too far!"

And Cyril's expression finally changed.

He sighed lightly and gently pulled the sword out. The lightless sword edge seemed ordinary, but it made Borden behind Mrs. Peg tremble all over - he still remembered the pressure brought by the sword edge when it pointed at him.

"Mrs. Vader, I said, I want it all."

Cyril gently tapped the table with his other hand, and seemed to hit Madame Peg's heart with every stroke: "This is my spoil. You have no reason. Just because of the name of a family a hundred years ago, it is not appropriate to want to leave so many, right?"

He did not give Mrs. Peg any chance to speak, and suddenly stood up, speaking very quickly: "As you say, the elves in the Second Age are the overlords of the continent, I am a half-elves, as a descendant of the elves and a devout believer of Nora, these magic crystals belong to me - I say so, do you have the ability to refute?"

He pressed his hand with the sword heavily on the table, and the green light flowed on the sword. The dazzling moment was so dazzling that Mrs. Peg fell backwards and almost fell to the grass. Bodon behind hurriedly reached out to hold the old lady's light body, straightened the chair, and sat back on her seat.

After this rush, Peg could no longer raise any momentum. She looked at Cyril decadently, then looked at the sword in his hand, and said softly:

"10%."

Cyril's finger tapped the table twice again, his eyes followed the dodging gaze and said seriously:

"What I want is the reason."
Chapter completed!