Ruibo felt more and more strange, and he even became a little alert, but when he saw the eager expression on the faces of his peers beside him, Ruibo felt a little relieved. This was not like the expression that a person who set up a trap should have, but rather like a young boy who hoped to see his lover as soon as possible.

"Your lover is waiting for your arrival?" asked Ruibo.

"Oh - Earl Medin, I can only beg you not to mention this matter to my father." The young man of the same age said with a smile.

"Everyone has the right to seek happiness, doesn't it?" Ribo said with a smile.

"I know you can definitely understand me." The son of the Grand Duke said excitedly.

"Will you delay what your father sent you to do?" Ribo asked curiously.

"If you are not bored, we can go back a little later." The teenager of the same age said with a smile.

Looking at the excitement and a hint of naughty expression of this peer, Ribo said: "I originally thought that everyone in the world was serious and did not care about laughing."

Mark shrugged and said, "I have to keep that way in front of my father. Maybe when I become a father in the future, I will ask for my children like that. However, my father is not always in front of us, right?"

"It seems that my observation is not careful enough." Ruibo said with a smile.

"No, that's because most people in the castle treat you like your father, and no one dares to show the slightest ease and presumptuousness in front of you." Mark said.

"Aren't you?" Ribo asked.

"If I were in the castle now, I would never dare to say these things to you. Of course, another reason is that only I and you are at the same age. Perhaps it is easier for people of my peers to understand each other." Mark said.

"Don't you think I'm very scary like everyone else?" Ribo asked.

"No, anyone who sees the sharp sword in your hand will immediately know what kind of person you are. What's more, I know very well that my father is not a coward, but anyone in the castle can clearly see that his father's attitude towards you can even be said to be cautious. If this does not allow us to know your strength, it would be too stupid."

"However, I believe you can't really be like death as others imagine. Death never knows the joy of life, so it is undoubtedly terrible and terrifying, but you are a living person. As long as you see the beautiful and charming lady beside you, you can know that you know the joy of life very well." Mark replied with confidence.

"Well, for your understanding of me, we'll go back a little later." Ruibo said with a smile.

The son of the eldest prince seemed extremely happy, and he couldn't wait to speed up the carriage.

If Monach's old town makes Ruibo feel a strong sense of historical precipitation, then this market located in the western suburbs makes him feel noisy and noisy.

There were crowds of people everywhere, and carriages were parked on the open spaces on both sides of the avenue.

Ribo felt both friendly and unfamiliar with all this. There are many similarities to Nangang, but there are many completely different places.

The same is that both here and Nangang are completely common people. The difference is that if the south is like an extremely huge shop, then this is a market with shops in front and workshops behind.

Looking back at the street that is all made up of weapons stores, Ruibo is definitely a unique feature of Deliji.

"Earl Anrow, Earl Badur, Earl Kauren. If I read it correctly, it is their carriage, and I hope I will not encounter one of them." The son of the Grand Duke noticed, obviously completely different from Rebow, and he whispered to pointing to several of the luxuriously decorated carriages.

Ruibo turned his head and looked at it. Among the carriages parked in the open space, there were indeed many that looked quite luxurious.

"Do nobility often come to such places?" asked Ruibo.

"The nobles here do not pay attention to identity and style as the nobles in your country." Mark next to him said with confidence.

Ruibo immediately thought of the common people along the way, and he could only regard all this as the two had different understandings of the aristocratic identities.

Perhaps in the eyes of the Francis, the nobles of the Delis were even more arrogant, or in the eyes of the Delis, the nobles of the Francis were incredibly arrogant.

Ruibo discovered at this moment why the son of the great prince came here from that narrow and crowded path? It was obviously an unobtrusive corner of the Western Suburbs Market, and the luxuriously decorated carriages were all parked on both sides of the avenue.

Following the son of the great prince, Ruibo jumped out of the carriage.

Mark was obviously familiar with this place, so he didn't take the main road at all, and he was drilling around behind the simple huts built of wooden boards.

At this moment, Ribo suddenly felt glad that the strict training that Kelle gave him made him never lose his way. If someone else had been hiking around in this place, he would probably have been unable to find it even in the southeast, southwest and northwest.

In Ruibo's feeling, they had entered the market and were close to the center, and the son of the great prince crawled into a wooden house.

Ruibo hesitated for a moment, gently pulled out the "God of Death Scythe" and followed carefully. This was not because he was too cautious. Kelle once told him that many fatal traps were not arranged in remote places in the suburbs, but that bustling downtown often hides fatal murderous intent.

He walked into the wooden house carefully and saw the eldest son of the eldest son hugging a woman tightly and hugging and kissing. The noble young master was so focused that he didn't see the snickering girls beside him.

Ribo's sudden break in immediately attracted the attention of the girls, but they obviously regarded Ribo as a character like Mark.

After looking around, Ruibo discovered that the wooden house was obviously a small dressing workshop, with the girls holding scissors and rulers in their hands, and the tables were covered with various patterned cloths.

"Earl Medin, if you want, you can choose one of them." The son of the eldest prince finally let go of his lover, and he turned around and said.

Only then did Ruibo see clearly the lover that the noble son loved. He was indeed a wonderful beauty. He could even compare with Miss Frera. His same mature charm and charming beauty were the temperament that Frera had.

"I have my own business, you just need to take care of yourself," said Ribo.

"Nice, my friend wants to make a scabbard for his sword. Can you find someone to take him?" asked the eldest son of the eldest son.

The beautiful woman suddenly raised her voice and shouted someone's name, and knocked on the door behind her with her slender fingers.

After the door opened, a man of a very good figure walked in. When he saw the eldest son of the eldest son, he was slightly stunned, but immediately bent down and bowed to salute.

"Dear, this count master wants to customize a scabbard. Can you temporarily put down your work and accompany him?" the woman asked.

Ruibo couldn't help but guess what the relationship between this great man and that woman was. In fact, he felt that he was increasingly unable to understand the kingdom and these great people.

Walking out of that shop, and smirking sounds from behind the closed door, Ruibo believed that the son of the eldest son of his age might have been impatient to open his game.

Following the man, Ruibo came to the front of a store and told the shopkeeper in detail about his request. However, when Ruibo pulled out the sword from the oil paper, he clearly saw that both the True Man who brought him and the shopkeeper in front of him had changed a little.

However, no one raised any doubts about this. The shopkeeper measured the size and stepped down respectfully.

"Is that one your wife just now?" Ribo asked carefully. His curiosity was really hard to contain. He naturally understood that his problem was very unreasonable. If it were Francis, a heavy blow would await him.

"Yes." The big man actually replied, which surprised Ruibo even more.

"How is the business here?" Ruibo hummed and changed the subject, and he felt embarrassed himself.

This embarrassing situation was finally broken until the shopkeeper reappeared. This time the shopkeeper walked back with a slender belt.

The belt is obviously made of good calfskin, with the edges being extremely flat, and the surface seems to be covered with a thick layer of wax. Although it is not a light that can be seen, it is enough to illuminate people.

The most extraordinary thing about this belt is the top of the belt, which is a small copper buckle that can lock the row of rings on the other end.

There is a slightly raised trapezoidal trumpet gap below the copper buckle, which is obviously where the sword is inserted. There is also a row of scabbards on the back of the belt, which is the place used to insert the flying knife.

Ruibo took the belt and weighed it.

"Master Earl, I have helped you line two thin steel sheets inside. They will never damage your sword, but they are enough to protect you from never hurting yourself because the sword slips out of your belt." The shopkeeper said diligently.

Tied his belt around his waist, Ruibo inserted the thin sword into the scabbard. Suddenly, he pressed the belt and pulled it hard. The slender and soft sword rushed out like a poisonous snake.

The sword made a whistling sound, stretching and jumping with Ruibo's dancing. It seemed like a music depicting death, or a dance led by the god of death.

He raised the sword in front of his eyes and felt the slight tremor from the tough sword body. Ruibo was extremely satisfied with the long sword in his hand. For a moment, he even had the idea of ​​finding an opponent to compete.

Suddenly his eyes fell on a shiny metal piece, which was the guard guard of a long sword hanging on the wall, but what really shocked him was that he saw a pair of sharp eyes from the reflection of the guard guard who was as smooth as the surface of the mirror.

This is definitely not a look that ordinary people can have. Such a sharp gaze will never appear in the eyes of a weak man willing to wear a cuckold.

In almost a moment, countless possibilities passed through Ribo's mind, but the first thing he did was to immediately look away.

As if pretending that nothing had happened and nothing had been seen, Ribo showed a satisfied look and inserted his sword back into the scabbard.

Take out the wallet from the pocket and Ruibo takes out three gold coins, which is far beyond the value of this belt.

The three gold coins were stacked on his thumb, just like those young men who pretended to be sophisticated. Ruibo bounced the gold coins high, and he deliberately controlled the strength of his fingers. The three gold coins flew away as he wanted.

This seemed to be the act of a childish teenager to make a fool of himself, and it obviously did not attract anyone's attention or doubt.

The shopkeeper caught the three gold coins very lightly, and his face was always filled with the smiles that the merchant should have.

Ruibo knew very well that almost every shopkeeper in the store could easily catch the gold coins that scattered like this, because he accurately controlled the coins not to fly too much, but the shopkeeper showed his skillful sword skills while his arms stretched and retracted.

This method of distinguishing the other party's identity was specially taught by Eckert, and there had never been any mistakes before. Because of this, Ribo immediately realized that these two shopkeepers would definitely not be simple characters.

"How many years has this store been around?" Ruibo asked casually while stroking the belt in his hand, as if he couldn't let go of it.

"I have been operating this store for nearly ten years, and no customer has ever been dissatisfied with my goods." The shopkeeper said in the tone of a businessman.

Ruibo nodded slightly. He had learned the information he needed from these words. If the store had been placed here ten years ago, it would have definitely not been specially arranged by him and His Highness the Prince.

"So, how long have you and your wife been here? I guess you won't have been here long ago, otherwise, I'm afraid your wife." Ruibo pretended to be reluctant to speak.

"We are indeed not locals. We have only been here for two years. Thanks to the favor of Grand Duke Fosse for two years, the shop has always been quite prosperous." The man replied quickly, pretending to be completely understandable.

In the small shop, the three of them had their own ulterior motives, and all the words they said were not the same as what they thought in their hearts.

"Are we still waiting here?" Ruibo asked tentatively.

The other two people naturally understand what he said means.

"I guess we won't cause any trouble when we go back now. Although the boy's energy is strong and it is easy to generate passion, this passion is also easy to retreat." The big man replied.

"I have to admit that your wife is really charming," Ribo said tentatively.

"You are not the first person to praise her like this." The big man replied.

"Has Grand Duke Fosse praised her like this?" Ruibo asked tentatively.

"We have never had such honor," said the big man.

Ruibo looked like hesitating but stopped. After he pretended to be hesitant for a while, he finally stood up and walked out of the shop.

Back to the big man's shop, as he said, everything was over, as if nothing had happened, Mark was sitting among the girls, still holding the woman tightly in his arms.

"This is a very interesting place, and I really hope to be here." Ruibo said, gently lifting the belt of the new work in Yang's hand.

Mark was slightly stunned. Obviously he did not expect Ribo to have other intentions, because he had seen the beauty who was accompanied by this special envoy from a foreign country. Compared with the heart-wrenching peerless beauty, the woman in her arms seemed much inferior.
To be continued...