Barbara thought about it and said innocently: "When my mother left, she took away a town's defense map, and then led several mercenary groups to attack it. Although they were repelled, my father had to bear this responsibility."
Lance was shocked: "Your family is full of strange people!"
Anna sighed again: "As expected of a devil, so cold-blooded and ruthless!"
Lance also responded: "As expected of a human, so ungrateful!"
They looked at each other, and then snorted at the same time.
Fortunately, Lance still remembered what he was going to do. He looked at Barbara again: "Then why did you want to stop my carriage?"
"I..." Barbara said a little aggrievedly: "Because of my identity, I was sent and auctioned here. The person who bought me was that goat demon. But I don't like him... That's a goat demon, and the smell of goat is too strong! I've known a few sheep demons before, but they didn't have such a big smell of sheep. "
Do you think you are eating mutton hot pot? Lance was shocked. Had this girl's head been pinched by the door?
Barbara continuedwith grievances: "I had no choice but to follow him. As soon as I left the auction house, I saw your carriage passing by. Then I took advantage of the guards not paying attention and rushed to yours!"
Lance was confused: "How do you know this is my carriage?"
"I don't know." She shook her head: "But I know the royal family's mark, the two giant horns. My father taught me to recognize this thing since I was a child. So what I thought at that time was actually that it would be better to meet any royal member than to endure that goat demon! "
Damn it! Lance never thought it was because of such a reason!
This story haD twists and turns. If he hadn't been keeping an eye on Barbara's condition, Lance would have suspected that she was making it up.
"And I recognized you immediately when I saw you." She said happily: "On the demon side, the only one who looks so human-like is the third prince!"
Lance chuckled, "I like this sentence! I just have a high recognization!"
"Yes, yes!" Barbara said excitedly: "My father often said that all beautiful people are the same and every ugly person is unique!"
He suddenly felt that the succubus father deserved to die!
"Ouch!!" In front of the dungeon door, Spark rubbed his hands with a flaming face and a bright smile. All facial features were smiling together, like a chrysanthemum. "Your Royal Highness has been coming to the dungeon frequently for several days to guide the work, which really makes this place flourish!"
Lance suspected that memory fusion must have caused a problem with the translation system. Why can this Balrog use so polite words?
Spark continued: "Oh, why is Mr. Sebastian here too? You must be worried about His Highness, right? Sir, don't worry! As long as I Spark am here, I will definitely protect him!"
"Why do you talk so much nonsense?" Lance said with a strange look on his face: "Aren't all Balrogs bad-tempered? Why are you an exception?"
"Hey..." Spark said with a smile on his face: "We were famous for our bad temper back then! That's not just a bragging. If I say I am the second best, no one will dare to say that he is the first!"
"Then what?" Lance asked.
"Then others were sent out to fight. Those who can become generals became generals, and those who become nobles became nobles. I... was thrown here to watch the dungeon. But I don't want to..."
Lance covered his head: "It's so damn real."
Anna got off the carriage: "Time has smoothed his edges."
Spark felt as if he had met a close friend, and was so moved: "Who says it's not the case!" After saying this, he was stunned for a moment, andsaid in surprise: "Hey, you, you're not?"
"It's me." Anna said calmly.
Spark blinked, then moved closer to Lance, but was pushed aside by him: "How many times have I told you! Stay away from me! Can you control your own flames!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Spark apologized quickly, and said with a conscience: "Your Highness, what are you doing? Return the goods?"
Anna was anxious: "You are those goods!"
"I find out that your temper got explosive after you took off the magic-forbidden chain?" Lance looked at her strangely: "This is the demon capital. How can you, a human, be so bold?"
Anna raised her head: "If you can self-explosion at any time, you have the confidence like me!"
Lance was stunned and didn't know how to refute.
Spark poked his head aside: "So... Your Highness, what are you here for?"
"I'm here to find out something." Lance said seriously: "I need you to help me find someone."
"Who?"
"The guy who accepted this human ring."
Spark's expression suddenly became serious: "Your Highness! Our dungeon is an advanced unit in the Corsas! There is no such thing as accepting bribes!"
"What are you pretending to be?" Anna exposed him mercilessly: "You were so excited when you took my ring!"
The flames on his body trembled instantly and he quickly looked at Lance: "Your Highness, please listen to my explanation! I did it to generate income for this city!"
So why do you a Balrog have such a chatbox mouth?
Lance sighed: "Don't get excited. I'm not here to prosecute anyone. If you hand over the ring, I won't pursue the matter."
"Your Highness!" His flames were a little weaker: "Your Highness, it's not easy for us low-level civil servants to make some extra money."
Lance hummed: "Then I go to the Senate?"
"Since Your Highness are here to come to me, there must be something important!" Spark said sternly: "Please come with me!"
Lance accepted his fate. He no longer expected to see any normal people.
Several people followed him to the top floor of the dungeon. He took out a ring from his office. The top of this ring was inlaid with a gem the size of a quail egg.
Lance's pupils shrank slightly when he saw this! He naturally knew about storing rings. Although he didn't have one, there were still a few of them in the capital. Generally, the size of the gems inlaid on it symbolizes the size of the space inside. With such a space ring the size of a quail egg, the storage space inside is definitely not small.
Anyway, in his memory, the gems on his eldest brother's bracelet were not that big.
Spark held the ring and his eyes full of reluctance: "Who...is this for?"
Lance curled his lips towards Anna and she stretched out her hand with a smile. Spark reluctantly handed the ring to Anna, and the latter was not polite and took it directly to her hand.
The next moment, a small black wooden stick appeared in her hand.
"What is this?" Lance asked confused.
"My staff." Anna said matter-of-factly.
"Damn!" Lance jumped back in fright: "Put that thing down!"
"Why are you so feaful?" She threw the staff to him and smiled: "To show my sincerity, this staff belongs to your highness."
He took the staff and handed it to Sebastian without thinking: "I'll sell it later."
Sebastian smiled bitterly: "Yes, Your Highness."
Seeing Anna still looking at him calmly, Lance followed his memory and asked: "Speaking of which, aren't all mage's staffs long and inlaid with crystals on the top?"
Anna was obviously stunned for a moment, and then she said calmly: "Every magician will choose a staff that suits him because of his habits. The style of the staff doesn't matter, as long as it has a success pattern engraved on it. As for the crystal...that thing is too expensive and I'm too lazy to set it."
Lance nodded in understanding: "That's right."
"Yes." Anna calmly said.
Spark over there was confused: "That's not right. A magician's staff can be used repeatedly and even increase magic. But I research on your staff and find its material too brittle. It seems that after a magic is used, the staff will be broken..."
"Shut up!" Anna yelled.
"Holy shit!" Lance suddenly realized: "Why tdo I think something is wrong! You obviously know that you are poor and can't afford to blow up a traditional staff, right?"
Anna struggled: "Magicians must choose the staff that suits them best!!"
Lance had an "I understand" expression on his face: "So others' staffs are machine guns and yours is a grenade. I see, I see."
"Why do you talk so much nonsense!" Anna glared at Lance, and then her face changed slightly: "Hey, where is the magic paint pen in my ring?"
"Spark." Lance looked towards him. The latter reluctantly took out a colorful quill from behind his back, and then chuckled: "I...I...I thought it was pretty, so I used it to write a novel."
Anna frowned: "Where is my magic drawing ruler?"
"Spark!" Lance shouted again.
Spark took out another rectangular tool from behind: "I... my handwriting is not good, so I am using it to draw lines and practice calligraphy."
"What about my blank scroll?"
Lance didn't even call him by his name this time.