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Alvin felt that this trip to the Knowledge City was the happiest day of his life in the past sixteen years, because he was able to eat meat every day with Enrico's help, so much so that he was a little embarrassed.

On this day, the caravan passed through a village, where a cow happened to be dead of old age, so Enrico paid for the meat from a cow's leg, so that Alvin could eat fragrant roast beef tonight.

The caravan also bought beef, and the entrails of the cattle were collected by the lord of the village, a knight lord, and the villagers had to make soup from the bones.

Charles mingled with the villagers, preferring beef bone broth and bone marrow to roast beef and brisket stew.

He didn't pay for it, but took out a little spice that was cheap for him and shared it with the villagers.

For the villagers, if they can eat the legendary spices, it doesn't matter if they share a bowl of soup and a few pieces of bone marrow in this mysterious magician. The villagers value nothing more than the meat hanging from the cow bones.

Just as Charles was about to knock the bone and suck the marrow, something went wrong on the caravan's side.

The price of spices in the Elven Tree Sea is not high, Enrico brought some cumin powder this time, and he took out a little to share with Alvin tonight.

The smell of cumin beef skewers was very fragrant, which attracted the sideways glances of the people in the caravan and the girls who were traveling with them, and also caused unexpected trouble.

There was a sound of horses' hooves, and two men on horseback appeared in the night.

At the head was a strong, round-shouldered man in leather armor, followed by an entourage carrying on the back of the inferior horse on which he was riding, a large bag of what was supposed to be armor.

The brawny man stopped not far from Enrico and them, inhaled the scent that filled the air, and waved his hand at the entourage behind him.

The attendant rode his horse to the fire where the cumin beef skewers were roasted, and shouted, "Ruler of Mud Horse Mountain, participant in five knightly contests, warrior of the bears, Sir Shagil has arrived!"

"Civilians, quickly serve food to Lord Sir Shagil!"

There was a burst of exclamation in the caravan's camp.

It was mainly the women, who immediately turned their heads away from each other, and wiped the dirt from the ground with their hands and smeared them on their faces.

In the village next to the caravan, Charles, who was serving soup, also heard the movement outside, but he didn't care, just a knight.

But that didn't mean he didn't want to see the excitement, he walked out of the village with a bowl of beef bone soup with a lot of beef bone marrow to see what was going on.

At first, Alvin was taken aback, and he hesitated to give the fragrant beef skewers to the squire, lest disaster befall him.

It's just that the beef and spices are Enrico's, and Alvin turned his head to look at Enrico, and in the firelight, he saw Enrico looking at the squire with the eyes of a monkey show.

At this time, there was another accident, and the girls turned their backs to Chargil, thinking that the other party would not see their faces.

But they didn't expect that the back outlined in the firelight was more attractive than the front.

Chargil's eyes narrowed, and he rode up to the girls, and when he looked closely, his saliva almost flowed.

Charles, who was watching the excitement not far away, pouted, the appearance of the girls who came out to work was actually average, and he hadn't greeted these girls for so many days.

It's just that this "average" is for Charles, and Alvin still often peeks at the girls these days.

Shagill jumped off his horse and walked over to the girls, muttering obscenities that would be masked, while reaching for the girl closest to him.

These girls are just ordinary village girls in the farms near Baihua City, and after receiving letters from relatives who have gone out to work, they borrowed money to make up the travel expenses to join their relatives.

In their eyes, the noble lords, even if they were just knights, were high-minded, and if the nobles really wanted to spoil them, they had no place to reason.

For a while, the frightened girls screamed.

Seeing this, Mundaka stood up, as the owner of the caravan, it was impossible for him to let his guests be harmed.

His biggest headache is this kind of little nobleman who doesn't know which mountain to run out, and his ability is not big, and his style is not small.

Now he can only hope that this Tubao has some awe of the Duchy of Milan, it will be very troublesome to make a move, after all, they are just commoners, and the other party is a noble lord.

If it's not a village next to it and it's in the wilderness, they just need to kill this guy and his entourage and bury it again, and finally make a good confession, and it's okay if they don't leak the secret.

Faster than Mundaka's movements were a flying stone, which slammed into the back of Shagil's hand with a "snap".

Shagil was stunned for a moment, he drew the long sword behind him, pointed in the direction where the stone was flying, and roared: "Despicable and shameless bug, stretch your neck and wash away your sins of offending the nobles with your head and blood!"

Enrico stood up from the fire, picked up the long sword that had been placed by his side, pointed at Shagil and said: "The guardian of Sebastopoli, the city of Turin in the Duchy of Milan, the double-digit fish-man reaper, Sir Enrico asks you to stop your evil deeds, otherwise I will launch a duel against you!"

The True God Genius Drinking Beef Soup on the side, the Prince of the Rurik Kingdom, the Short-Eared Royal Family Member of the Elven Court, the Ruler of the Northland Maple Forest, the Owner of the Po River Estuary, the Protector of Ocean Mountain, the Golden Light of the Lying Grass Ridge, the Decapitator Outside the Durian Forest, the Leader of the Eight Hundred Heroes, the Evil Dragon Slayer Warrior, the Water Thief Destroyer, the Impassable Wall of Warcraft, the Victor Under the Full Moon, the Friend of the Dragon, Comrade McCaden watched with great interest as Enrico launched a duel against Shagil.

From knights to kings, before initiating a duel, you need to report to your family, and the title of this self-reporting family is exquisite.

For example, the title of this Sir Chargil:

The ruler of the Mud Horse Mountain, the devil knows where his realm is;

Participant in five Knightly Tournaments – Participated in five Knightly tournaments and did not win one of them, otherwise he is a "winner" and not a "participant";

Warrior who fought with a bear - escaped with a fight with a bear.

Enrico's title is also a bit interesting:

The guardian of the city of Turin in the Duchy of Milan, Sebastopoli - his "territory" is a street or neighborhood in the city of Turin called Sebastopoli, but it is honorable to use the place in the city as a territory, and there is only a corresponding annuity every year;

Double-digit fish-man life reaper - Lao Tzu has killed so many enemies on the battlefield, you can guess whether it is 10 or 99.

In general, it is based on facts, and you can report as much as you brag about it.

Alvin, he didn't understand the doorway inside, so he was a little panicked, Enrico heard the content, and told Chargil through the self-reported door, I am a knight like you, and Lao Tzu really has the ability to kill fishmen on the battlefield, not a weak chicken like you who scares people, if you know each other, get out.

Chargil understood what Enrico meant, and his face suddenly turned red and white.

His eyes looked around, and he suddenly had a plan in his heart.

Shagil said, "I accept your dueling challenge. ”