Lyon drove the carriage back to the nameless town. The back of the carriage was bulging, and the greedy adventurers leaned their heads to see clearly what was inside.

In the carriage, he looked at every passerby, Lyon smiled at them with the warmest smile.

Of course, this smile is not flattering, but rather arrogant, just like the king giving the most expensive alms to beggars.

What did this slinger get?

Everyone was curious. They were still immersed in the false news that Lyon had spread as the image of that strong man a few days ago. They used their empty heads to make up the few rhymes for Lyon to give various explanations.

Lyon, who had success on his face, undoubtedly became their target, but where did that seductive woman and strong man go?

Since that day, no one has seen these two mysterious men and women in the town. They have disappeared without a trace like villains made of air.

Of course, the two people would never appear in this town again, because one was driving a carriage in another appearance, and the other was about to return to her dragon nest.

Lyon's reins were pulled loosely, and he treated the lazy brown horse with the most kindest method, because he knew that the horse was about to die.

He stuffed a poison pill the size of a fast sugar ball into the horse's back teeth. The outside of the poison pill is composed of non-toxic proteins that can be decomposed by saliva, while the center is a strong alkaline toxin, which can kill the horse in one second in just one gram.

Lyon estimated the time, and the poison pills will take effect in about 10 minutes.

Lyon hopes that the things in the carriage will appear in front of adventurers in a relatively reasonable way. The horse pulling the carriage will suddenly die and the carriage will overturn.

However, luck once again favored Lyon.

A rash drunkard and a greedy hunter became the best speaker of the tragedy comedy.

While passing by a weapon store in Lyon in a car, a drunkard was beaten out by the owner of the weapon store with an iron stick. It doesn't matter what happened to the drunkard and the owner of the weapon store.

Importantly, the drunkard accidentally grabbed the canvas of the carriage with one hand while avoiding the harsh beating of the iron rod.

At this time, a hunter suddenly shouted, "Don't hit the poor Ali, my husband." While rushing up, his behavior forced the Lyon carriage to stop.

In fact, this alcoholic is not called a caliph, and our hunters do not recognize alcoholics. The real caliph fell into a trap in the jungle two months ago and died.

All the hunters want is to see what is loaded in the carriage.

His intuition told him that the carriage contained something amazing.

Unfortunately, his intuition was right.

The hunter pretended to be the stick of the weapon shop owner, but in fact he pulled the drunkard forward. The drunkard was hit on the forehead with a stick and his body became soft. The hunter's other hand quietly reached behind the drunkard's back and pretended to help him up.

In fact, he took out a dagger tied to his wrist and cut open the canvas that covered the carriage's cargo.

A corner of the canvas was lifted up, and the secret under the canvas was exposed to everyone.

The drunkard sobered up, and the weapons shop owner didn't want to hit people anymore, and the hunter's dagger fell to the ground.

The streets were in silence, and the center of the silence was the carriage.

That is the color of wealth.

Gold, gold shining in the sun.

Gold is made into all kinds of appearances with exquisite memories.

The drunkard stretched out his hand and took out a golden scepter.

His eyes, tortured by alcohol, could no longer see what was carved at the top of the scepter, and he only felt that the thing was smiling at him.

He also laughed, but the smile came to an abrupt end before it lasted for five seconds.

The weapon shop owner pulled out a quick knife from his waist and cut off the drunkard's arm.

Although the scepter was red with blood, it was his now.

The hunter also reacted and pulled his hands into the carriage.

"Don't move! This is mine! The belly of the ale is given to me! This is my due reward! It has been agreed that one-twentieth of the portion is mine!!!" Lyon exclaimed, he wanted to cover the canvas again.

At this moment, the slow horse let out a cry of wretched voice, causing the queen to fall to the ground.

Don't fall out Lyon.

No one helped him, everyone rushed to the carriage.

Everyone thinks so much.

Now everyone is equal, and there is no difference between the criminal adventurers trapped here and the merchants with backgrounds. They are now wild beasts attracted by money, killing the people in front of them, and then snatching the gold coins from his hand.

Lyon had long disappeared. He left some of the most primitive powders on the scene and left.

The powder spread in the air, surrounding the carriage's beginning to lose its mind. They no longer think and communicate in human language. They look rosy and their killing horns overwhelms their desire for money.

A dwarf thief broke a golden branch and made a fat man's eyeball with a sharp section.

The scene became even more chaotic.

Some people on the periphery have little impact on receiving powder. They are not completely crazy yet, but they are all thinking about one-twentieth thing.

This carriage is only one-twentieth.

Imagine that even a king would be moved by twenty cars of gold, not to mention that they are all these carefully carved crafts. They are at least six times more valuable than normal gold!!

The group began to move towards the tavern with ale belly.

This is what Lyon wants.

He wanted to aspire to those who hollowed out his awakening.

Of course, it can be inferred from the remarks of the little girl and the fat woman on the Chamber of Commerce Street that the first few may have been dead.

However, those who intercepted the murals and eat black can't be spared.

Ai Jiutu and his mysterious boss are the ones who eat black.

Lyon hummed a little song and walked towards the tavern with ale belly.

He has a different image, so he is not eye-catching.

Of course, the more important reason is that more people are also moving towards the tavern of ale belly, and their glasses are burning flames called the nineteenth car of gold.

However, the nineteen cart gold does not exist.

What's even more sad is that Lyon didn't tell these people a single thing.

That is, even that car of gold is all fake.

Although Lyon has money, it is not so squandering.

Those things are just medicines that look like gold. If there are no powders that make people lose their minds, they will probably be discovered soon.

However, rational people should not choose to approach the street that has become a flesh and blood arena.

Lyon's depression relieved a little, and his good show began.
Chapter completed!