Little Lori's speed of learning magic is far beyond Raphael's imagination, and the son of the era is the son of the era! Troubled times produce talents,The son of the times is this group of people who stand out among them,Because of talent、Chance、Strength has been recognized by many players,The warrior monk Fan I met before was also called the son of the era at that time.,But it's quite interesting to be called the child of destiny here.。 Especially on his own body, he really has the title of the son of destiny.

What a trendsetter of the times!

When Raphael was slightly surprised by the speed at which little Lori had mastered magic, there was a knock on the door, "My lord, your food has been delivered!" ”

The food on the ship was replenished because of the docking, and the food rich in the characteristics of Perkin Harbor was appetizing, and the three of them were busy for most of the day, and they were all hungry, but they still ate with great grace. It's just that the speed is more unruly. After eating, the little Lori went to the bathroom to take a shower, and was very excited to use the mage's hand to control the cloth in the air.

As if he was tired of playing, he dozed off on the bed with a bear pillow he bought on the commercial street. After all, there were so many things she had been exposed to today, whether it was escaping from Count Quinnier's manor or studying magic, it was like a dream to her!

Originally, she hadn't slept well in Count Quinnier's manor, and the sleepy insect had already urged her to sleep well, but the excitement of successfully learning magic had not passed, so she didn't feel sleepy at all, but this use of magic was really a lot of consumption for a magic apprentice who had just come into contact with magic, which naturally deepened the already tired spirit a little.

Now as soon as the nerves relaxed, in a few seconds, little Lori fell asleep in the soft and warm quilt.

This also gave Raphael free time to think about how to deal with the vampires. The best way is actually to ask the temple for help, but the temple is not obligated to be a bodyguard for himself, after all, he is not a big person who needs to be treated politely by them, if he goes to the temple to make this request, he will definitely be treated like a fool by those temple priests!

Unless these vampires are really mad and attack Perkin Harbor directly, the temple in Perkin Harbor will not choose to attack!

Of course, Raphael also has other options, such as asking the Red Knight for help. But how could Raphael, who felt that he was a man and spoke such a bold statement, pull down his face and ask for her help? As for the Goddess of Glory, Raphael didn't want the favor he had so hard sold to her to be wasted so casually. It's like accumulating a big move, how can one-tenth of the power be compared to 100% of the power? The older the wine, the better, and the favor naturally needs to be slowly invested and accumulated, so that it can come in handy at a critical time.

"Do you want to wreak havoc in Perkin Harbor, attract the city defenses, and cause even more commotion?" Raphael scribbled on a sheepskin, put down his pen, looked up and rubbed his head. glanced at the sleeping little Lori and the little fox not far away, and used the mage's hand to turn down the magic lamp in front of the little Lori's bed, and re-covered them with the quilt.

"The risk of this method is too high, and it is easy to steal chickens and not lose rice. Although they will point the finger at vampires more, they will definitely divide their hands to round them up, after all, a mage is no less destructive than a vampire. The consequences can be even more troublesome! Raphael crossed out the one he had just written.

"The temple won't work, and neither will the city guards in Perkin Harbor. These vampires have picked a good time! Reluctantly, Raphael took out several new storage rings from the storage rings, which had been obtained from the treasure trove of the Count of Quinnir. Using his spiritual power to scan through it, "A treasure trove of a Count family and a fanatic cult of the God of Thieves is worth so much?" "The value of the treasures in it is not high, and the materials are not superb, at best they are small boutiques. Not to mention that it is also full of some ordinary gadgets, which is really a bit poor. Are you sure this isn't a baronial family's inventory?

If there's one thing that's not bad, it's Kinsol, the three storage rings of Kinsol, but it solves Raphael's urgent need.

"Wait! Count Quinnier? A fanatic follower of the God of Thieves? Isn't this the temple and the nobility? If it weren't for the fact that there were still people sleeping in the room, Raphael would have laughed three times on the spot. Raphael felt his head clear, pulled a new piece of parchment, and quickly began to plan.

Thirty minutes later, a rigorous and thoughtful plan appeared in front of Raphael's eyes, "Huh~ I hope things can go so well." Raphael got up, stretched, and before he knew it, he had been sitting in his chair for five hours straight, and looked at his pocket watch, which was two thirty-five.

Before going to bed, there was one more important thing to take care of, and pulling up the cloak that hung on the hanger, Raphael opened the hatch and walked out. Closing his eyes for a moment, he walked to the deck, where the two caravan guards were chatting with each other, and when they saw Raphael coming out of the cabin, they immediately saluted.

"My lord, do you want to go out so late? Because there is a curfew in Perkin Harbor today, please be careful if adults go out. The caravan guard said to Raphael, keeping up with his duties.

"Okay, I got it." Nodding, it seems that the movement made by Count Quinnier is not small, but this is not bad, at least it can make Perkin Harbor enter a state of preparation for war in advance, so that even if those vampires do appear, maybe they can give them some small surprises!

……

Raphael's target now is the intelligence merchant in the morning, who is not tight-mouthed enough and is prone to problems with his plans, and the best solution is actually to kill this guy directly, but he has a softer way to solve the matter in his own favor.

Murder is the worst means, although once and for all, but it is also easy for people to associate death with the head of the person who comes into contact with him, he is not going to be a high-profile person now, mysterious and low-key, this is the label that should be put on his head.

Easily avoiding the patrolling soldiers on the road, in the distance was a luxuriously decorated inn, and at the door were two tall and strong men, their arms were very muscular, standing there like two iron towers, it was intimidating. Determined the direction again, and then used the spirit net to take a scan of the inn.

A flying spell was cast, reaching the corner of the fourth floor, using the mage's hand to open the window, stepping inside, stopping in front of a door in the middle, the door twisted from the inside, as if to welcome Raphael. The air in the room had a faint floral scent, and the smell was quite good, and when I walked into the bedroom, I spat out the spell "S'ince!" The language of the ancient mages was silent and silent.

After doing this, he suddenly lit up all the magic lamps in front of the bed, and the light hit the intelligence merchant's face at once, and suddenly woke him up from his sleep, "Who?!" At first, he sat up a little dazedly, and then saw a dark shadow at the door, and the whole person immediately made a stir, although they made a lot of money in their business, but it was easy to offend people, so he always sold small value information, not to attract hatred or easily offend others, and life was stable.

"It's me." Raphael stepped out of the shadows, his voice steady, and the intelligence merchant immediately remembered the owner of the voice, the magician he had met at the pig's head bar yesterday morning!

"Magician, what are you?" The intelligence merchant asked timidly, his attitude was very humble, his face pale and nervous in the light, his face was ordinary, no different from a passer-by on the street.

"There's a new business to talk to you about." Raphael pulled a chair with the mage's hand and sat down very gracefully.

"Please...... Please speak. "The intelligence merchant doesn't believe in any business at this time, have you ever seen a man put a knife on your neck and say that he wants to talk to you about business? What's the difference between that and the threat of nakedness? Sure enough, the magician's order is not so easy to accept! Although there is money, there is money, but you also have to have a life to spend!

"Relax, I'm not going to kill you." It's good that Raphael didn't say that, but when he said this, the intelligence merchant was even more uneasy.

"If someone asks you about me tomorrow morning......" Before Raphael could finish speaking, the intelligence merchant immediately spoke up, "Don't worry, I won't say a word about the magician's information!" I pledge my life! ”

"No, no, no." Raphael raised his right hand, his index finger shaking slightly, indicating that the intelligence merchant had made a mistake.

"So what do you need me to do? I will definitely tell what the adults say. Cold sweat was already breaking out on the intelligence merchant's head and palms, and his tone was a little hoarse.

"It's not difficult, even if someone asks you about the conversation between us, you say that I am a magician who walks away from the family, and the family wants me to experience outside because of my talent, and does not provide any assistance during this period. However, because there are some minor problems in the study of magic, the investment of a financier is needed, so he is looking for a nobleman worthy of refuge. "A very reliable and good reason, this kind of thing happens all the time, some young family members are sent out to train, and if they perform well in the experience, they may become eligible to run for the next patriarch!

The reason why Raphael wants this intelligence merchant to say so much is to increase his chips, there is a big gap between a young and talented magician and a young and talented magician with a magic family behind him! The former, although valuable for solicitation, may not be so important, unless they have extremely high magical talent or outstanding strength.

But the latter is different, if a magic family can get a good relationship, then what you get is by no means as simple as the effectiveness of a magician, it is easy to become a good relationship with a strong team! If you want to get Count Quinnier to take the bait, is there a better bait like this?

"Got it? Need I repeat it again? A slight smile tugged at his face under the cloak, as the intelligence merchant was holding a piece of parchment recording what he had just said.

"No...... No, I've written it all down. Guarantee to pass on your requirements truthfully. The intelligence merchant nodded earnestly.

"That's good." As he spoke, he threw out a large bag of kinsol, and the whole bag was bulging, at least two hundred gold soles. Falling on the bed made the bed shake slightly, "This is considered as a change of mouth fee for you, I hope you don't disappoint me, otherwise it will end up like this kettle." As he spoke, the iron kettle next to the intelligence merchant's bed floated in front of the intelligence merchant, and there was a heart-scratching sound that twisted the steel, and the water in the kettle gushed out quickly along the opening, wetting the intelligence merchant's bed, but he didn't dare to make any extra moves, this was not a pig's head bar, and no one would provide his own protection.

This inn also boasted about how safe it was, not even a fly could fly in, and now this intelligence merchant really wanted the innkeeper to come in and see, this is what he called security, a big living person, entered his room in the middle of the night to intimidate himself, but he didn't find out that no one was found, and he dared to say that a fly couldn't fly in? Do all your flies grow that big?

However, he only dared to think about these words in his mind, and did not dare to show them at all.

"Don't worry, sir. I vouch for my life that your words will be delivered word for word to those who ask me! The intelligence merchant got up and said very solemnly, he didn't even look at the bag of Kinsor on the bed, as if he didn't like Kinsor at all.

"Very good, have a wonderful evening, intelligence merchant." Satisfied, he got up, lifted the spell, and left the inn using his flying skills.

The intelligence merchant patted his cheek, what had just happened made him feel like he had taken a bath in the winter waters of Perkin Harbor, and his whole body was soaked, not to mention, there was a cold chill! That sense of wandering between life and death is very bad, very bad!

At this moment, I still feel sleepy, I entered the bathroom and released a bucket of hot water, took off the already wet clothes on my body, and soaked the whole person in it, "It's good to be alive!" The intelligence merchant finally sighed.