Involuntarily imagining to himself.
Previously, he had to split equally with his teammates, but now he found himself in such a situation.
This precious treasure from the Red Dragon Nest, containing the secret of the Morton Duke Family’s rise to power, naturally could only be enjoyed by him alone.
Once he’s safe, he’ll definitely...
His scattered thoughts made his already near-collapse attention, held together by survival instinct, become unfocused.
In an instant, he collided head-on with a sturdy figure quickly walking out from a shop by the street.
His head directly and heavily hit the metal armor on the person’s waist, making a crisp sound like tapping a ripe watermelon.
His vision went black, and he fell unconscious.
Holding a bag full of supplies, having just learned a simple and tasty method to prepare food from the grocer’s shop owner, he recalled what other seasonings he needed to prepare.
Luca looked at the small figure lying on the ground in front of him, bewilderedly touching the iron armor on his stomach.
"I warn you, don’t try to scam me!" He suddenly realized what might have happened, his expression changed, and he shouted in a low voice, "My teammate is nearby, if you get up now I can act like nothing happened, but if..."
Before he finished speaking, two simply-dressed men came jogging up from behind.
Nodding and bowing, their faces full of flattery.
"Children don’t know any better, we’ll definitely teach him well at home!"
As they said this, they wrapped their arms around the figure cloaked under the robe, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
From the moment the "child" bumped into him, it was only about five seconds.
Feeling bewildered, Luca reached out to scratch his head subconsciously.
But just as his right hand raised halfway, it suddenly stopped.
His nostrils twitched, detecting a faint scent of blood lingered on his hand.
His eyes sharpened instantly.
"Kid, did you see that? Learn something!"
A middle-aged man clad in simple linen clothes, threw down the small figure held within his arms.
The pride nearly overflowed from his pockmarked face.
"It’s just thanks to my quick reflexes, otherwise, if that big guy messed things up, we wouldn’t even be drinking porridge this month!"
"Indeed! Thanks to you, boss!" The other younger man, accustomed to the other’s personality, nodded perfunctorily.
His hands already reaching for the figure on the ground under the robe.
"Wonder who’s so reckless to let their kid walk on our street."
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"Dwarf! Boss, this is a Dwarf!"
The pockmarked middle-aged man was dumbfounded as he gazed at Luo Gu lying on the ground, face covered in blood and breathing faintly.
For a moment he couldn’t react.
He stayed stunned for several seconds, then started cursing, his exposed-toed worn shoe kicked and stomped toward the Wanderer’s face relentlessly.
"Damn it, why is a Dwarf wrapped up ?"
"Mad! Wasting my time, damn it!"
"Boss, wait, there’s something!"
The young man’s soft cry by his ear made the pockmarked face calm down a little, paying no mind to the already lifeless Dwarf, his gaze followed to the person’s chest.
He saw a soft, silvery white shine emerging from under his shirt.
Immediately, his eyes lit up.
Just as he intended to bend down to pull out the thing from the collar, a sturdy figure had already appeared behind him without him noticing.
"Didn’t you say it’s your child? How come it’s a Dwarf?"