"It looks like he really doesn't know…"
At this time, Oldrim came over and said to Abel.
Abel also saw it, this prince of the Castle doesn't know anything.
"What's wrong with the Crown Prince, who knows what to ask…"
Abel cursed, but the young man didn't dare to fart.
However, Oldrim asked the young man, "I ask you, who taught you your ancient techniques?"
The young man was hesitant, and it seemed that he didn't want to say anything.
Oldrim slapped it up with a slap, instantly making the young man's face red and swollen.
Abel was taken aback by Oldrim's actions.
Just now, Oldrim had a calm attitude, nodding and bowing to the young man, but now he doesn't agree and hits people.
"Master Umia, what are you doing?"
Abel asked in confusion.
"Anyway, it's like this, and I can't hide it anymore, why are you still accustomed to him…"
Oldrim explained.
After Abel heard this, he was speechless for a while.
"Yes, I can't get used to him…"
After Usord finished speaking, he also rushed over, raised his foot and kicked the young man.
But before Usord's foot fell, the young man immediately shouted: "I said, I said, this magic spell was taught to me by my father, there are only a few people in Delolia Island who understand this kind of divine punishment. sorcery!"
"Go, take me to your father…"
Oldrim picked up the young man immediately.
"Master Umia, are you planning to break into the Castle?"
Abel asked.
"Anyway, we can't investigate secretly. Just ask that Onan directly. He's not your opponent anyway…"
Oldrim smiled at Abel.
Seeing this, Abel could only smile and follow along.
"Boy, let me tell you, don't play tricks, your father is only a peak Gripish strength, my little brother is in the Nascent Soul Realm!"
Oldrim carried the young man, then pointed to Abel and said.
The young man looked at Abel with an unbelievable expression in his eyes.
He didn't quite believe that Abel's age could actually be Nascent Soul Realm.
Seeing that Abel didn't believe him, the aura from his body unreservedly exuded.
Just now, Abel only used half of his strength, or just coercion would cause these people to collapse and die.
Feeling Abel's breath again, the young man's eyes were full of horror.
Then he said tremblingly: "You… are you really Nascent Soul Realm?"
"How can this be fake? Can't you feel the breath yourself?"
Abel smiled coldly.
"I feel it, I feel it, I was offended just now, I hope you don't take it offense, I will definitely cooperate with you, you can do whatever you want, gold and silver jewelry, rare beauties, our court has them!"
The young man said hurriedly.
"We're not robbers, what do we want from you, and a rare beauty, because you are still a cultivator, and we want gold and silver jewelry, what's the use of a rare beauty?"
Oldrim gave the young man a slap on the back of the head.
"Master's lesson is right, there are pharmacists in our court who can give you some medicinal herbs!"
The young man was slapped, not only was he not angry, but he said with a smile to please.
Hearing the pharmacist, Abel was instantly interested, he wanted to see what level the pharmacist here was.
After all, Abel was only in the Medicine God Valley. He had seen Elder True and the others refining medicine, but he had never seen anyone else refining medicine.
A few people walked and chatted, Abel and the others also had a deep understanding of young people.
This guy's name is Fritch Baral, the only son of Onan.
Although it is a bit playful and exaggerated, it is not bad, and it does not bully the ordinary residents of Delolia Island.
It was this name that made Abel speechless for a long time.
I feel that the person who named these 2 men has a feud with the Fritch family…
To be continued....
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