A half-match-sized insect hibernates in the trunk of a lemon tree, wrapped in a cocoon made of silk that it spits out around its body.

They will wake up in early April next year, pupate in late April and emerge in early May after feasting on tree trunks, and are at their most active throughout the summer.

Unbeknownst to the hibernating bugs, a huge wall of fire twenty centimeters thick was spawning next to the lemon tree, slowly advancing towards the lemon tree and finally passing through the entire lemon tree.

Maffia walked over to the tree and stretched out her hand to press it on the trunk, her mental power scanning the lemon tree that had just passed the fire.

After a moment, she turned to Charles and said, "It's good, the bug is scorched, the tree is fine." ”

Charles breathed a sigh of relief, this magic was not easy just now.

Mafia walked up to Charles, took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead, then patted his head, and said a little dotingly: "What a smart boy, you have already started, and the next thing is up to your own efforts." ”

"I'm leaving. ”

Mafia waved at Charles, then turned away from the land, leaving a dashing back.

Charles sent Marfia away with a smile and didn't say anything polite.

In the past twenty days, Charles has seen the strange side of Mafya. She was at times like a kind old man, sometimes like an erudite scholar, but it was nothing to Charles.

But from time to time, she suddenly lost her temper like a little girl, or suddenly became cold and ruthless, and even ran to read bedtime stories and sing lullabies to Charles a few nights, which made Charles a little confused.

So much so that Charles suspected that Maffia actually had a split personality or something.

Looking at the lemon orchard in front of him, Charles stretched, now he has mastered the specialized magic, but he can only exterminate the fruit trees.

His next job is to eradicate parasites from his fruit trees while practicing specialized magic.

Recalling the spell casting process just now, Charles turned around and selected the law of "for animals" in a mysterious state, and then gave the law to the water element and fire element controlled by his spiritual power, and then these magic elements formed a composite magic that combined the two elements.

Hot Springs - A spell invented by the elves to take a hot bath on the battlefield, by adjusting the ratio of water and fire to obtain hot water at different temperatures.

This magic allows the user to achieve the effect of taking a hot bath, which can wash away the dirt on the body, and after the water element is released, he doesn't even have to wipe his body, and he can even wash his clothes while wearing clothes.

A wall of hot water rushed like a tsunami towards the lemon trees, and the trees were unharmed, but all the parasites inside the trees were scalded to death.

Eventually, the wall of water dissipated, and Charles was so tired that he found a clean place on the ground to sit down and rest.

After recovering a bit, he went on to try to give the law to those simple spells.

It wasn't until dusk fell that Charles left the orchard, where he planned to stay for a few more days to get acquainted.

Before he could return to the castle, Charles found that Muffia's tomb was full of villagers, who were beating warm and cheerful beats.

Charles squeezed into the crowd and saw a girl in a long red dress dancing in front of Mafya's grave in an intense, even a little frantic dance without pause.

The girl was well-proportioned, wearing a feather mask on her face, and her long red hair and dress were blazing like flames under her dance steps.

Charles asked the old man who was clapping his hands happily, "Who is this girl?"

"Ah, new master!" the old man only then realized that Charles was standing beside him.

During this time, Charles got acquainted with the villagers, and everyone knew that the young new man was very talkative.

The old man said to Charles, "Miss Tarantula is the granddaughter of the old master. ”

"Granddaughter?!" Charles was surprised, this age is a bit wrong.

The old man explained: "Miss Tarantura's mother died of illness not long after giving birth to her, and it was the old master who adopted her. ”

Charles looked at the crowd of onlookers and the dancing Tarantura, and thought to himself that this family had a story.

After half an hour, Tarantula stopped dancing and saluted the applauding villagers.

Tarantula saw Charles, then walked up to him, saluted with both hands on her skirt, and said to him, "You are the new owner of this place, the Earl of Maccaden?"

Charles was amazed that Tarantula had been dancing for so long and was panting and not sweating, and he said with a smile: "Yes, it's an honor to meet you, Miss Tarantura." ”

"Although Lord Mafia is gone, you can still make this your home. ”

The cherry mouth under Tarantura's feather mask bent slightly, and she bowed to Charles, saying, "Thank you for your kindness." ”

Seeing that it was getting late, Charles invited Tarantula back to the castle for dinner, and Tarantula gladly agreed.

Cesare was not too surprised by Tarantura's appearance, and Charles asked the old butler to prepare Tarantura's favorite dish for dinner.

As a result, the dishes at dinner were the same as usual, only with an extra lemon sauce.

Tarantula raised his glass, "Salute you." ”

Charles raised his glass in return.

The wine in the glass is a local specialty, and the method of making it is different from that of other places.

At this time, Charles found that Tarantula had been wearing a feather mask, silk long-sleeved gloves on his hands, and the collar of his clothes was also tightly covering his neck, and only his eyes and mouth were exposed.

But he didn't care about it, it was someone else's business how others liked to dress, and he still wore a mask all day long.

Dinner was spent in Tarantula and Charles talking about the local area.

Tarantula seemed to like the lemonade produced here, and the slices of bread in front of her were made into jam sandwiches and eaten.

While dessert finger biscuits and tea after eating, Charles asked, "Miss Tarantura, are you in the pawnbroking business now?"

Charles felt Tarantura's brow furrow under Tarantura's mask, but she didn't pay much attention to it, her public identity was no secret.

Tarantula asked, "Is there anything the Count has to make a move?"

"I can give you a great price. ”

"I just wanted to inquire about one thing. Charles said, and then he told Tarantula about the feather fan and necklace.

"Sorry, I can't tell you about the customer. Tarantura's answer did not surprise Charles.

"But......" Tarantula lengthened, "if you can get me something, I might be talking about something because I've drunk too much." ”

Charles saw that there was a play, so he asked, "What do you want?"

He has a heart in this regard, he is not short of money, he has enough connections, and something that is rare for others is not out of reach for him.

Tarantula solemnly said to Charles, "I want a pair of unwashed pumpkin pants worn by Artoria Pendragon." ”

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