Chapter 1: Smoking is harmful to health

After adding Maldini, perhaps it should be called Zhaocai, the inside of Yunlong's chariot seemed much crowded. After several days of getting along, Maldini finally accepted his fate after many attempts to lift the oath ring and failed. Since he came, he was at ease. With An Ruoran's special envelopment and Vivian's gentle comfort, this once lofty goblin gradually accepted reality and tried to get along well with everyone.

There is no doubt that excluding the stubborn understanding of the "Great Goblin race" and the occasional narcissistic performances, Maldini is not as bad as he imagined. A few days later, it had gotten along well with everyone, and what is more interesting is that the great Goblin Majesty seemed to have the same smelly and the same narcissism as Naya, the same love for money and beauty, and the same envy of smoke... In short, An Ruoran had to drive two subordinates to the roof of the chariot because the smoke they spit out was enough to kill the whole car.

"I said, do you two know how harmful are second-hand smoke?" An Ruoran snatched the cigar that Maldini had just lit, and directly preached the theory of ban, "In short, you are not allowed to smoke in front of Vivian and me in the future, as this will kill us."

Maldini blinked aggrievedly, and his pitiful look was obviously learned from Naya. But what made An Ruoran vomit blood was that Naya still lit a cigar and handed one to Vivian: "That's right, yes, second-hand smoke will kill people! So Vivian, I think it's better to harm people than to be killed. You can also smoke one!"

"Get out!" An Ruoran kicked the two "pets" out of the chariot. Coincidentally, the carriage stopped at the entrance of the station, and Naya flew out of the carriage like a ball, and immediately hit a guest who also walked off the carriage not far away. A few seconds later, it slowly slid down the body of the man in the gorgeous clothes, and the cigar in his mouth burned the other party directly...

"Damn it!" An Ruoran was stunned for a moment and jumped out of the carriage. Almost at the same time, a water ball had fallen from the man's head, successfully extinguishing the burning marks. Several guards rushed forward from both sides, waved their swords to hold the dizzy Naya. The dizzy demon pig blinked, and even smoked a cigar as if nothing had happened.

"Well, did you do it?" Looking at the gorgeous clothes that had been burned by several holes, the young man like a cock-like man couldn't help but look down slightly, looking at Naya surrounded by sword blades. However, when An Ruoran was about to come up to save the person, the man suddenly took a deep breath and murmured: "Cigarettes from the Tana Heights? Good stuff, really good stuff!"

"Well, do you know how to use cigars?" Naya sniffed and handed him a little. In An Ruoran's surprised gaze, the man took it without hesitation, took a few mouthfuls full of pleasure, and then sighed: "I didn't expect that a pig actually knows how to enjoy life so much, we are not as good as a pig!"

"Eh..." Several guards of the savior looked at each other, vaguely feeling that this metaphor was really aggrieved. An Ruoran opened his mouth in shock and couldn't help but start to look at the strange man again. He looked like the kind of messenger from afar, elegant and wise and good at talking. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that the clothes were burned by cigars all over his body, there was almost nothing to be criticized for the image of this young nobleman.

"Sorry, my pet is a little reckless!" Because of the other party's good attitude, An Ruoran couldn't help but feel a little favor and quickly stepped forward to apologize. The young man smiled slightly, and his polite manner was neither humble nor arrogant, which made people want to praise him. However, the next moment, when he saw Christine walking out of the carriage, his expression suddenly changed and staggered back, and his face turned red and said, "Ke, Ke, Ke..."

"Cough? Do you want some medicine?" Seeing that he had been "catching" for a long time but had not "catching", An Ruoran couldn't help but turn his head suspiciously at Christine. OK, I admit that this is a beauty, but it is not as shocking as this! At the same time, Christine has noticed the situation here. She was slightly stunned at first, and then she couldn't help but shouted in surprise: "Winter, why are you here?"

Seeing her slowly walking in, Winter staggered back a few steps, then quickly turned around. Christine was stunned for a moment, and suddenly stopped as if she remembered something, and sighed helplessly: "Why, you haven't changed this problem? Gods are here, I thought you are no longer afraid of women..."

"Fearing women?" An Ruoran was stunned for a moment, and suddenly had the urge to roll his eyes. Christine nodded with a smile, looking at Winter's back and said, "That's right, although Winter is a natural diplomat, he has a very strange problem. As long as he sees a woman he has a good impression of, he will immediately become nervous."

"Oh, I actually have such a strange problem?" An Ruoran touched his chin, wishing to pull Winter over to do a psychological study. But the next moment, he couldn't help but frown slightly and looked at Christine with a slightly sour taste: "So that is to say, Winter has a good impression of you?"

Hearing his strange tone, Christine was slightly stunned at first, but then she felt a faint sweetness that she didn't even know. However, before she could think of how to answer, Winter turned his head slightly and avoided Christine's gaze and said awkwardly: "Actually, it's just a faint feeling, a little bit unsatisfied."

"So that's it!" After hearing Winter's answer, An Ruoran couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, although even he was a little confused. However, conscious of Vivian's jealousy, the man immediately took Winter as if nothing had happened and walked towards the gate of the inn. In fact, this was a very simple inn. After everyone occupied two tables in the hall, they felt crowded heads everywhere, and they wanted to overturn the walls before they felt spacious.

After a simple greeting, An Ruoran knew why the Marquis of the Northern Alliance appeared on the land of the Duchy of Kashyapa. It turned out that he was representing the Northern Alliance to attend the birthday celebration of Emperor Arthur, and at the same time discussed many matters of cooperation and trade with the Duchy of Kashyapa. According to Christine's introduction, the family of this Marquis of Winter is quite a status in the Northern Alliance, and five of the thirty-six lords were members of their family.

However, although his family background was prominent and heir to the next generation, Marquis Winter's attitude was very gentle, and he seemed polite in his words and talked without any condescending taste. So in less than a moment, everyone got into a group with him, and Naya and Maldini jumped directly to him and talked about the cigars they loved each other.

"Then Winter, I just happened to have a letter to you. Please pass it to my mother at that time." During the chat, Christine suddenly looked up and asked. Winter hurriedly turned his head and avoided it, and nodded repeatedly, "No problem, when I return to the Northern Parliament Alliance, you can just give me instructions."

Christine was slightly slight and was about to say a few words of thanks, but she was stunned for a moment and looked up at the entrance of the hall. At that narrow entrance, five or six short men were entering in a row. Unlike the usual humans on the mainland, these men were much shorter in height, with pale skin as white as snow, with red eyes shining, and almost no hair on their bodies. In addition, there were things similar to fish gills on their cheeks, which seemed to grow naturally.

"Seaman?" A little surprised, Christine couldn't help but exclaim the identities of these strange humans. An Ruoran was stunned for a moment and immediately searched for memories from his mind, but Naya had already spitted smoke and explained to him directly: "The so-called Seaman is a member of the Sea Clan. Back then, when I was a demon dragon, I would have bumped into such people when I would occasionally go out for a ride in the sea."

In fact, An Ruoran had also heard Artest mention the Seaman. It seemed that the fifth prince had been fighting the invading sea tribes in the waters of the empire. According to him, these sea tribes were originally small tribes scattered on marine islands. They did not unite to become large tribes more than ten years ago and began to seize territory and resources. Although they are amphibious creatures, the survival of the sea tribes also requires a large amount of land resources, so the southern archipelago and coastline of the empire became their targets of attack.

However, in the past few years, the Empire and the Sea Clan have only had sporadic conflicts, and there is no possibility of a large-scale war. Therefore, these seamen can still enter the empire with great swagger without worrying that they will cut it into sushi after taking two steps. However, seeing their swaggering look, An Ruoran really wanted to set a fire and grill these arrogant guys into fish fillets...

While speaking, the seamen were already sitting down on the table next to them. After reading the official documents they presented, the inn immediately presented fine wine and food. Perhaps they had never enjoyed the food on the land, they actually praised the very ordinary dishes, and their voracious look was even more pleasant. After drinking a few glasses of red wine, the seamen shouted happily, regardless of the feelings of the people around them.

"The rusty bun, I deserve to die of suffocation in the sea for the rest of my life!" Naya squirted out a mouthful of smoke with disdain and shook the ashes. Maldini sat beside it, nodding intrigue and said, "That's right! That's right! Compared with our great goblin clan, these guys have not evolved well at all!"

Their voices seemed to be sharper, and they directly reached the ears of the sea tribes under the wind. One of the sea men wearing sea snakeskin robe changed slightly, and suddenly stood up slowly, frowned and said, "Hey! You two, if you are tactful, you will soon kill the cigar. This smell is so fucking bad!"

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