Magus Tech

Macbeth returned after half a ring, not the orange that Richard was worried about, but the horse—the reins of the four horses were caught in Macbeth's hands.

Walking in front of Richard, Nancy, and Raymond, Macbeth asked out loud, "Don't tell me, if any of you three won't ride, then I'll tie him to the horse."

The three Richards shook their heads at the same time and answered.

"Metropolis?" Macbeth raised an eyebrow and nodded in satisfaction. "Then it's best."

As he spoke, Macbeth handed the bridle of horses to the three Richards and led the three to move forward. When he walked, he thought of something and said, "Yes, if you answer this island later It’s best not to nod or shake your head when asking questions. If you really want to answer, you should also change the meaning of nod or shake your head."

"Ok?"

"It's because on this island, people mean nodding their heads and shaking their heads. It's the opposite of other places-for them, nodding means'no', and shaking their heads means'yes'. Don't ask me Why this is happening, I don’t know. This world is so big that weird things will exist."

"Eh..." Everyone nodded their heads, saying they knew.

The group of people talked like this, walked out of the port, led by Macbeth, and ran towards the depths of the island.

"Da da da……"

...

Speaking of islands, in fact, the entire "Lisburn" island is not as big as an island, but more like a small piece of land. Everyone rushed for a day, traveled hundreds of miles, and successively changed several batches of horses. Finally, in the middle of the night , Reached the top of the island, the border position of one country and another country.

Not many troops are on guard along the border, but there are a large number of outposts.

At this time, a hundred meters away in front of the crowd, there was a post, stuck on the only way of a valley.

The outline in the night at the outpost looks like a lighthouse, but it is much shorter, just a simple two-story.At this time, the uppermost layer was revealing light, and the voices of soldiers patrolling and talking were faintly heard.

"Sir Macbeth, let's go like this?" Nancy looked at Macbeth and asked in a low voice, "Willn't you be identified?"

"Well--" Macbeth stopped at the spot and stared at the outpost, frowning and whispering, "The inspection will definitely be inspected. The country we are going to has always been very strict with immigration management. Originally, I I was thinking of entering from a weak place on its border-when I came last time, there was no outpost here. Who knows that a new one was built so quickly."

Macbeth spoke, his eyes sharpened slightly, and looked at Richard, Nancy, and Raymond. "But it doesn't matter. I'll solve them. And...you are here, don't move."

"Ah." Nancy and Raymond responded.

Richard is: "..."

Macbeth didn't notice the weird expression of Richard's expression, and quickly rode to the front and approached the post.

At night, Richard, Nancy and Raymond soon heard the screams of the sentry: "Who? Do you have a pass? Dismount, accept the inspection, otherwise..."

"what!"

Soon, the screams of the sentry turned into screams.

At the next moment, the sound of a large number of sentinels gathered.

"There are enemies!"

"Enemies!"

"alert!"

"attack!"

After that……

"Ahhhhhh!"

The screaming sounded like a scream, and the whole night seemed to boil, but it quickly became quiet again.

"Da Da Da", the sound of a horseshoe sounded, Macbeth walked back from the night on a horse, and walked in front of everyone without any blood staining.

While wiping his hands with a clean white handkerchief, he said to everyone: "Okay, now the outpost no longer exists, we can go."

"amount……"

Macbeth pulled the horse's reins, turned the horse's head, and drove at a high speed in the direction blocked by the post. Richard, Nancy and Raymond quickly followed.

...

In a blink of an eye, at dusk the next day.

Under the last sunshine in the sky, Macbeth drove the three of Richards to a bustling city, and then dismounted in front of a hotel.

Handing the horse to the hotel man, Macbeth spearheaded into the hotel-the Kumquat Hotel.

The new buddy ran up and greeted him. Macbeth didn't have much verbosity. He squandered a lot of money and quickly commanded a pass. The guy shook his head again and again, and then trot to prepare.

Shortly afterwards, Macbeth took the three Richards to a large table in the corner, and the table was filled with rich food: fatty steers, smoked duck with black sauce, fresh stew with vegetables, slightly cooked White beans, milky white mushroom soup like milk, some hard, but wheat-flavored freshly baked bread...

Among them, it seems to indicate the characteristics of the hotel. In the middle of the table, there is also a pot of fruit-oranges-in a sense, Macbeth has always wanted to buy oranges.

But the oranges did not appear in normal form, but were peeled and cooked.

Yes, cooked, and sprinkled with salt and a little spice.

In the current world like the Middle Ages, in the eyes of most people, fruit is a "cold food" in metaphysics. Raw food is sick, and must be cooked, roasted, or otherwise cooked before eating.

Therefore, the fruit of oranges, in the pot, will eventually appear as a thick, orange-yellow paste-already boiled.

Richard had a fair appetite, and seeing this form of oranges reduced it by 30%.Although I haven't tried it myself, Li Cha already knew about the taste of this kind of thing, so he didn't touch the huge spoon in the orange bowl at all.

It was the first time Nancy and Raymond had seen this kind of food. Some of them were curious to try it, and then showed a twisted, weird expression.

With a grunt, the two swallowed the oranges in their mouths and began to drink mushroom soup in a big gulp. They no longer dared to eat indiscriminately.

Macbeth looked at the two of them and shook his head uncontrollably, but picked up a large spoon, and unceremoniously scooped most of the marmalade into his own plate, and then used a small spoon to send it into his mouth. Go, there is a feeling of enjoyment on his face.

Nancy is speechless: "..."

There was admiration in Raymond's heart: Master Wizard is different, even the taste is so... heavy.

Richard's eyes flickered, and he said faintly in his heart: I promise not to eat an orange, I will leave it to you. You eat slowly, you are just happy...

Well, just be happy.

...

Dinner continued.

It must be admitted that except for oranges, the rest of the food is okay, even if the taste is a bit weird, but it is also above the horizontal line, it will not be difficult to swallow-Macbeth as a wizard, now disguised as a noble, It's not bad at all, and it's all about the best meals in the hotel-if it can't be eaten, then the rest of the guests in the hotel lobby have already turned the table and cursed people.

"Ziz..."

"Tu..."

Along with the sound of teeth biting and lips touching, the food on the table quickly diminished, and dinner went to the end.

Nancy was almost full, and took a sip of milky mushroom soup. She looked at Macbeth, who was still eating marmalade in the corner, and said, "Master Macbeth, I want to ask you something. "

"Huh?" Macbeth uttered a sound while eating marmalade. At this time, it was very good to talk, "You said."

"That's..." Nancy lowered her voice and asked cautiously, "What are we doing here with you?"

Saying this, Richard and Raymond also looked at Macbeth, obviously both wanted answers.

Macbeth's eyebrows moved slightly.