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Chapter 1310

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"Who is this child? He's dressed so luxuriously at such a young age. His clothes look like they're made from gold. I wonder which great clan he's from …"

"Gold is extremely tough. Look at the golden clothes the child is wearing. They're soft like cloth, but the light they give off is even more dazzling than gold. You can tell with a single glance that they're made from some sort of extremely precious material …"

"This child is so cute. He's so white and chubby, and his large eyes are filled with intelligence. He's so lovable. I have to have a child as cute as him in the future …"

The people on the streets all looked over and discussed amongst themselves. The boy in golden clothes was as eye-catching as a dazzling firework. He was so unique and dazzling.

Quite a few people even gathered around the boy and asked him all sorts of questions. If they weren't asking for his name, they were asking about his background.

There were even some people who began to fawn on the little boy, asking about his well-being. They all thought that the little boy was a member of a great family. Once they fawned on him, they would be able to leap over the dragon gate and achieve meteoric success.

There were all sorts of people in the crowd. Not only were there people from the Flame Mercenaries, there were also people from other mercenary groups, mercenaries who had come to Flame City to worship or seek cooperation, merchants, and so on.

Very soon, the boy in golden clothes was surrounded by a large group of people. They chattered incessantly, and there were quite a few people who came to watch the show.

The little boy was like a child who had never seen the world. Surrounded by a large group of people, he stood there in a daze, staring at the group of people around him. His eyes were filled with curiosity, and at the same time, there was a hint of timidity.

"Kid, what's your name …"

"Kid, are you lost? Tell me where your home is, and I'll send you back …"

However, no matter how many people asked him, the boy remained silent. He stood there in a daze, staring at the crowd blankly. His face was filled with confusion.

A few sharp-eyed people immediately saw some clues from the little boy's expression. They immediately guessed that the little boy's identity was not as complicated as they had imagined. This was because all the disciples of large aristocratic families would receive an extremely strict education from a young age. Or perhaps they would be spoiled by their parents and elders. From a young age, they would have a natural sense of pride and superiority. They would definitely not be as foolish as this little boy in front of them.

"Is there something wrong with this child's head? Has he been abandoned by his parents?" Some people began to discuss. Immediately, the people around the boy became much quieter. Many people's gazes towards the boy changed subtly.

At this moment, a fat, middle-aged man dressed as a merchant walked over to the boy's side with a set of white clothes. He crouched down and smiled, "Kid, I've been in business for several decades, so I have great taste. I can tell with a single glance that the clothes you're wearing are too ugly. They're not suitable for you. Look, I just happen to have a beautiful set of clothes, so I'll give it to you. Come, let me take off your clothes first, and then I'll put on this beautiful set of white clothes for you."

With that, the middle-aged man moved quickly. He took off the boy's golden clothes as quickly as possible before putting on the expensive set of white clothes in his hand.

The little boy seemed to really be a child who didn't know anything. He didn't resist and allowed the middle-aged man to take off his clothes. Then, he put on the white clothes that seemed to look even better because he could feel that the middle-aged man wouldn't hurt him. At the same time, he didn't have any hostility towards him.

"You profiteer, you're even cheating a child …" Many people in the surroundings began to curse when they saw this. At the same time, some people sighed inside. They were filled with regret, regretting that they had not acted earlier. They could tell with a single glance that the set of golden clothes on the boy was nothing ordinary.

It was a pity that the profiteer had taken it first.

The middle-aged fat man took the golden clothes and rubbed his hands hard. Sure enough, it was as soft as brocade and did not fade. It was not dyed, but made of a material that he had never seen before. With his experience, he immediately knew that this thing was extraordinary. A proud smile appeared on his face. He immediately took the clothes and disappeared into the crowd.

A few burly men in the crowd looked at each other before leaving with the middle-aged man from afar.

In everyone's eyes, the most valuable thing on the boy was his set of clothes. Everyone immediately lost interest in the boy when the clothes were taken away. The crowd dispersed very quickly.

Without the obstruction of the crowd, the little boy continued to move forward. Along the way, he looked to the east and looked to the west, full of curiosity towards everything. Sometimes, he would reveal a thoughtful expression, and no one paid him any attention.

At this moment, the middle-aged man who had tricked the boy into taking the set of golden clothes had already run out of the city. He had already noticed that a few people had followed him, but he did not care at all. Instead, he hurriedly pulled out the set of golden clothes in excitement.

Based on his many years of experience, he had already concluded that the value of this set of clothes was definitely beyond his imagination. This was because even with his decades of experience, he was actually unable to recognize the material of this set of clothes. This was a material that he had never seen or heard of before.

However, when the middle-aged fatty put his hand into his chest, the expression on his face immediately hardened. He did not take out the sparkling golden clothes from his chest. Instead, he grabbed a handful of soil. The soil had already turned into fine sand and slowly slid through the gaps between his fingers to the ground.

"W- what's going on?" The middle-aged fat man was stunned for a moment and then let out a cry of alarm. His expression suddenly became anxious and he continued to reach into his chest. Unfortunately, the familiar golden clothes were gone. He couldn't find it no matter how hard he searched. He could only grab handfuls of soil and pull it out.

"How is this possible? How is this possible? Why is there soil? Where's the expensive set of golden clothes? Where did it go? I clearly put it in my bosom! " The middle-aged man's face was dejected. He thought about everything that had happened, but he could not figure it out no matter how hard he tried.

"Damn fatty, hand over the golden clothes if you don't want to die." Over a dozen burly men caught up from behind and surrounded the middle-aged man. All of them were fiendish and the leader was an Earth Saint Master.

The middle-aged man had just lost his clothes and was in a fit of anger. When he saw the group of people surrounding him, his face immediately sank. He angrily yelled, "Piss off! I'm not in a good mood!" The middle-aged man arrived in front of the Earth Saint Master with a single stride and directly threw a punch. A fiery red light shot out from his fist as it erupted with a threatening wave of heat.

The punch was very fast. The Earth Saint Master was unable to dodge in time and could only block with his huge sword.

When the middle-aged man's punch landed on the huge sword, a muffled sound immediately rang out. The First Cycle Earth Saint Master was sent flying along with his sword.

"A Sixth Cycle Earth Saint Master!" The First Cycle Earth Saint Master who had surrounded the middle-aged man cried out as his face became extremely ugly.

The expressions of the burly men in the surroundings all changed when they heard the Sixth Cycle Earth Saint Master. They were only Great Saint Masters, so how could they be the opponent of an Earth Saint Master? They immediately turned around and fled.

The middle-aged man did not chase after them. Instead, he angrily hammered his head and cursed, "There must have been a hermit expert who saw the extraordinariness of the clothes and secretly tricked me. I admit defeat. I've lost a few hundred gold coins."

At this moment, the boy had already passed through a street in Flame City. However, his white clothes had become golden once again. They shone brightly and were even more resplendent than gold.

Not long after, the little boy was once again surrounded by a group of people. The seemingly innocent boy was once again stripped of his clothes, causing the clothes on his body to change again and again.

The little boy looked at the new clothes on his body and felt very strange. He really didn't understand why these people liked to give him new beautiful clothes. However, when he looked at the new clothes on his body that were getting more and more beautiful, his heart was filled with joy.

Very soon, a cry rang out from a certain part of Flame City. When the person who had tricked the boy of his clothes took the shiny clothes back to the inn, he discovered that the shiny clothes had become ordinary. Not only that, but the clothes had even been reduced to dust when he touched them.

Bi Lian was busy with the daily affairs of the Flame Mercenaries in the city lord's estate while You Yue leisurely sat to one side, eating delicious pastries.

At this moment, a guard walked in from outside. He knelt down on one knee and said, "Vice city lord, I've just received a report that an extremely strange boy has appeared in our Flame City. He's dressed in golden clothes.

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