"Ding!"

The cattle slaughtering knife was nailed to the wooden board in the center of Evan's crotch, and some of the pants and mage robe were nailed to the wooden board, the handle of the knife trembled slightly, and the cold light reflected by the blade made the men present subconsciously clamp their legs.

The pale Evan only felt a chill under his crotch, and at that moment he almost thought he was going to say goodbye to his identity as a male elf, and the sharp blade was less than an inch away from there, making his heart stop beating.

Obviously it was just an ordinary cattle slaughtering knife, but it seemed to have a needle-like knife aura, looking at the slightly shaking hilt, every shaking seemed to be oppressing his heart and nerves, and he suddenly jumped up backwards against the edge of the carriage with both hands on the body, wanting to get farther away from the terrible knife.

"Sting!"

There was a crisp sound of the cloth tearing, and the butcher knife, which was still nailed to the wooden board, easily parted his pants in the middle, and pulled a long gap from the top to the bottom of the crotch.

Evan's face changed, he quickly clamped his legs, turned sideways and tightened the mage's robe and pants, his face turned red all of a sudden, embarrassed like a monkey who had been caught stealing, and his previous arrogance was completely gone.

The mercenaries looked at this scene, their expressions were a little strange, they wanted to laugh and endured it, and some people had already begun to pinch their thighs.

"It seems that he is more than a simple chef." Sivir glanced at McGonagall with some surprise, and then silently turned his head away, the corners of his mouth provoked a smile, McGonagall's flick of his fingers just now completely changed the trajectory of the cattle slaughtering knife, although I don't know if it was a coincidence or he did it on purpose, it was not a small lesson to Evan.

Eva looked at Evan who was holding his legs, her face turned red suddenly, and she got up in a hurry, and said while rummaging through her package: "Master Evan, don't worry, I also brought a dress, I'll find it for you." ”

"The snatching knife was pierced by a knife, the pants were torn, and the male elf was wearing a floral skirt, ashamed." Amy sang softly, with a happy smile on her little face.

"Hahaha!"

The mercenaries, who were still holding back their laughter, couldn't help it at all, and suddenly burst into laughter, this little girl is so cute, and this little mouth is a little powerful.

"I don't wear anything like that!" Evan's face turned even redder, and he shook off the floral dress Eva had handed him, and said angrily.

"But ......" Eva looked at the floral dress that had been blown away by the wind and hung on the tree behind her, tears already rolling in her eyes, it was her favorite dress.

"Shut up!" Evan scolded coldly, there was already a bit of hysteria in his voice, he had never experienced such humiliation, and it was in front of the girl he liked, and now he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Eva looked at Evan and sat back in her place silently, tears slowly sliding down her cheeks and dripping to the ground, squinting at McGonagall and Amy, her eyes full of resentment, these two guys made the situation like this, it was because of them that Mage Evan spoke to her like this.

"Next time you hold the knife, you have to hold it steady, otherwise not every time the luck is so good." McGonagall got up and pulled the cattle slaughterer from the plank, looked at Evan and said calmly.

He is not a mud Buddha without joy and sorrow, he is broad-minded and has a degree, if someone kicks his nose in the face, then he doesn't mind letting them sober up a little, this knife is just nailed to the pants, if you still want to continue to leather, next time, the head will not be biased.

"And next time I won't even have a little skirt." Amy echoed with a serious face.

"Humph!" Evan was so angry that he trembled, and finally sat down again with a cold snort, it was the knife he snatched first, but he almost cut himself, and he could only swallow it in his stomach if he broke his teeth, just now it was enough to lose face, if he continued to entangle now, his status in Sivir's heart was probably going to decline again, he glanced at the conspicuous knife on the wooden board, and moved his leg to the side.

Moreover, McGonagall's flick of his fingers just now also made him a little jealous, although his spatial magic only reached the level of the first level, but he could still change the trajectory of the flying items, but the knife that flew upside down before, he had no way to change the slightest direction of movement.

The mercenagall's gaze at McGonagall also became a little different, originally thinking that McGonagall was a strange cook, but his straightforward personality and down-to-earth style of doing things were more like a real knight, which made them feel more worthy of dealing with Evan than Evan .

"Hello, I'm Dennis, and I'm in charge of charging and taking on the role of a meat shield in the Rose Mercenary Regiment." The Minotaur looked at McGonagall and smiled as he sat down again.

"I'm Scro, I'm just rushing." The strong orc sitting next to Dennis said with a smile.

"I'm Scott, and I'm usually in charge of the break." The stocky human knight sitting diagonally across from him smiled.

"I'm Sam, and I'm mainly responsible for setting traps." A middle-aged man introduced himself.

"I'm Sidney, you can call me Monkey, and in addition to driving cars, I'm also in charge of scouting." The skinny boy who was driving the car turned around and smiled at McGonagall, grinning at a mouthful of snow-white teeth.

"I'm Sivir, the leader of the Rose Mercenary Regiment." Xavier said, looking at McGonagall.

Evan turned his face away, the green veins on his forehead throbbing faintly, suppressing the anger in his heart, while Eva buried her head between her legs, obviously not wanting to introduce herself and say hello.

"I'm McGonagall, the owner of McMie's Restaurant, and this is my daughter Amy." McGonagall also smiled and said, for mercenaries, such an introduction represents recognition and acceptance, although it was a little unpleasant with the elf, but his opinion of these mercenaries is still good.

"I didn't expect you to be not only a chef, but also a boss, so what you make must be delicious, right? Can you cook us a delicious meal at noon today? Sidney looked at McGonagall expectantly.

The other mercenaries also looked at McGonagall with bright eyes.

"It's okay, if you want to eat, you can give me lunch, but you may need to help you get some ingredients." McGonagall nodded, exchanging a lunch for a ride, and the favor was repaid, and the two did not owe each other.

"That's for sure, if you want to talk about hunting, we are all veterans here!" The monkey said with a smile, and the mercenaries laughed too.

The carriage moved forward quickly, the unicorn was a second-level magical beast, with a docile personality, and its endurance and speed were much stronger than ordinary horses, and it was able to maintain a good speed even on this rough road.

Along the way, McGonagall talked and laughed with the mercenaries, and Amy interjected a word or two from time to time, which could cause a burst of laughter, except for the angry couple in the corner, the atmosphere was very harmonious.

"Stop, get ready to fight."

Sivir, who was standing in front, suddenly spoke up, and the carriage came to a halt.