Iron Blood Earl Riccianne

Priella points to the west side of the road. The horses riding the wagon were heading west, so it was not that hard to guess the direction.

“Then why? ”

“How far are we? ”

“Mount Arlene. ”

That's what Friella said, shimmering.

“Really? Well, can you give me a ride? ”

And Lycaen shakes his head without a second thought.

“No.”

Friella looks embarrassed at Lycaen's unthinkable refusal.

“Yes? Why, why? ”

“How do you know you're not one of them? ”

“Yes? That was just in the fight……. ”

“The originally assassins are the kind of people who would try to get close to it. ”

Lycaen told me that Priella was going to die in a fit of rage. However, it was a great opportunity to meet a wagon on its way to Mount Aren. The money she had was just enough to walk all the way to Mt. Aren.

This means you have to walk to Mount Aren on two legs. However, since the destination met the same wagon, I want to get on it somehow.

Didn't you walk all night yesterday to keep up with the times? If I just walked like this, I might fall on my way. And in this wagon, there is a handsome Silver Hair in the crowd, so it's a gold medal.

Friella shakes her head vigorously and desperately.

“It really isn't! Come to think of it, if I had wished to, you would have done magic when you didn't know I existed! ”

“You don't know that. ”

Friella cries out in cold Ricaien's reaction.

“Please give me a ride! This is all the money I have, but I'll give you all of it. ”

Lycaen had to make a brief flaw in Friella's shifting appearance. I thought she looked fierce somewhere, but she seemed to be more persistent than I thought. She even knows how to use the weapon of tears.

In fact, Friella was right. If she were in league with an assassin, she would have used magic to seize opportunity when they had not felt wit, and when they were distracted by the assassins.

In the meantime, Priella is constantly talking about why she needs to take her.

“I'm actually a wizard. You can start a fire quickly, you can bring water if you need it, you can let the wind blow when it's hot. Hmm, and again... oh, right. You said they were assassins. So you can come back, right? Wouldn't that help? ”

Lycaen nods, listening to Freeella for a long time.

“Good. Well, it shouldn't be too hard to pick up another one. Instead, the wagon is driven in triplicates and the fire bolts are also triplicates. Everything from preparing a meal alternates. Do you understand?”

Friella gives you a big nod, as if there's nothing more to think about. I can ride a wagon comfortably to Mt. Aren, but the number of fireworks will be huge. I've never driven a wagon before, but don't you just have to sit there and whip it?

And seeing that, the Feron nods with an admirable look.

You're a Confucius! ’

After he was cured, his personality changed roughly and utterly to treat men but not women.

But there was a reason for that.

He spent most of his life on the battlefield. And before going to the battlefield, I focused solely on training. All I had seen of women was the occasional Red Flake prostitutes in the military (23100; 2322931;). And it's their job to suit their guests. Therefore, there can be no concept that you should treat women differently.

Even when I was on the territory, it wasn't this rough when I was dealing with Haylin or Anna, but that was also why I was so careless.

Likayen said to Feron, who was amazed again.

“Let's get rid of the body. ”

“Oh, yes! ”

Feron looks up, startled, and suddenly Friella leaves.

“I'll do that! ”

The Feron sees Priella. Twenty masked men fought the first time, and thirteen masked men just fought. Thirty-three dead bodies in one woman.

But at the next moment, Feron realizes he's forgotten one thing.

Friella gathers her hands together and starts mumbling in a low voice that she can't understand. Then the energy starts to coalesce gradually in the surrounding land.

‘Ah, magic! ’

How long has it been? The moment of sweat on Friella's forehead.

“Greedy Soil! ”

“Huff!”

The Feron swiftly retreats back into the wind. Suddenly, the ground began to shake.

And then the scene unfolded.

Qarrr!

Suddenly, you hear the sound of a pile of dirt crumbling, and the ground where the masked bodies are is slowly crumbling. And at the end of it, when it was completely destroyed, the bodies had already been dragged into the ruined ground.

Then, as if when it had happened, the collapsed land reappeared.

Awesome! ’

Once again, the Ferons were impressed. However, she wipes the sweat off her forehead and smiles and asks for Lycaen.

“Is there anything else you need to do? ”

"What the hell is she? ’

I was troubled that Lycaien didn't fit in with Friella's appearance that showed her too much color.

‘I think I made a mistake……. ’

“Oh, when I do that, I go this way... ”

“Ah, I see. Like this? ”

“Yes, yes. ”

“Yay! It really works!”

“Bird, you're better than I thought. ”

There were two people sitting in the carriage seat. It was Priella and the Feron sitting next to her with an awkward, shy expression.

It was ten minutes ago. As soon as Friella confidently sits in the carriage seat and squeezes her tightly, the rush of horses begins. All four horses tied to the wagon started to twist and turn.

If Lycaen had not pressed down on the horses in the wagon that was about to collapse, it would have been overturned in less than a minute.

And Priella told me that she had never driven a wagon before. But who's Lycaen? Don't tell me you don't know. He sent Feron to teach Friella how to ride a wagon.

As a result, the two of them sat on the long carriage seat and taught him about how to ride the wagon while stuttering.

To drive skillfully, I had to practice quite a bit, but just following the road is enough to learn the basic method. Friella, who is a little more familiar, smiles as if she feels good about Feron's compliment.

“Oh, really? ”

“Yes, yes. ”

“Oh, thank God. ”

Friella shakes her head with a joyful look. Then suddenly, I asked with a lot of anticipation.

“Can I run faster over there? ”

“Yes? Oh, now that you're used to it, I think you'll be fine. ”

“Really? Really?"

Friella begins to wield her whip as she fears the end of her words.

Hee-hee-hee!

Surprised by the sudden whip, the horses start pounding on the ground with a long cry.

“Ugh!”

The wagon begins to accelerate as the Feron makes a sudden and sudden approach to the center. Feron exclaims in an urgent voice.

“Hey, wait a minute! ”

“Yes?”

“Just a little speed over there.... ”

“Are you driving the wrong car? ”

“Oh, no, it's not like that... ”

“Then you'd better get going. ”

Priella says with a frustrated look on her face.

“Well, that's true……. ”

But the wagon was already speeding down the road.

Mmm-hmm.

And surprisingly, it was going right. Feron is nervous, but he can't say anything because he's running well for a while. And it was after quite some time that Feron's nervous face was straightened out.

The wagon ran better than I thought. There was no more danger of being swayed or overturned, as Priella had when she first drove the wagon. It's just the occasional rush to the side.

The Feron's face is deeply distressed.

‘Maybe they are more talented than I thought...' ’

That's what I thought when I saw him drink so much in a wagon for the first time.

And then came the awkward silence. Priella was immersed in collecting wagons, but she couldn't see the rest of the area, but Feron was left with nothing else to do.

After considering Feron for a long time to clear that awkwardness, he talks.

“I think your magic is great. The Wizards I saw only need tools to use magic.... ”

But Feron's words do not carry on.

“Well, by the way... I'm used to it... Can we go faster? ”

When the unthinkable words popped out, Feron blurted what he was about to say and shouted with a frightened face.

“Yes? What, what?! ”

But Priella is already wielding her whip.

“Yippee!”

Beginner's Wagon Friella's rampage has begun.

Birch Leon snaps at the armrest of the chair and slaps it hard, making a huge impression.

“How the hell are you doing your job? ”

You scream and throw the bottle of ink at your desk as if you couldn't take it anymore.

Fuck you, Chang!

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