Oliver led the horse to the side, and he teased habitually at first, but soon, he stretched out his arm, "Barron, don't force yourself. ”

He said to one of the boys. The young man, "Barron," had only one arm left, and the sleeve of his right hand was empty, gritting his teeth and just shaking his head.

It's really stubborn.

Oliver smiled, and with the joint efforts of the three of them, especially the participation of an inauguration, the weight of the wooden cabinet seemed to be reduced a lot—and with a bang, another large item was placed in the open carriage of a horse-drawn carriage.

"Oliver."

Scott was on a tall Western horse, and he stopped beside Oliver, who was now in armor and looked murderous, "The leader said, you and Levine set off with the rest of the people. ”

"What about you?"

"Isn't it enough to attack the Brute Bear Bandits, with the leader and me?"

Scott seemed to be in a good mood, and he rarely boasted.

"Huh-"

Oliver wiped his sweat, laughed dryly, and didn't answer.

They knew the location of the nest of the group of people in the Brute Bear Bandits, and when they thought of the hateful faces of the three bears, they couldn't help but grit their teeth again—

Gross and Scott rode their horses, and Miss Mage Lady's Lady, Lady, on the back of a pony horse, not much bigger than a donkey, and the three of them set off early, almost in front of and behind.

……

Kingfisher Forest.

After a day of daily training, most of the knights came to the forest with their servants and began to hunt.

Recreation and cultivation are two purposes at the same time.

This is the "Iris Knights" from the Taron Fortress, and the leader of these knights is the Knight Chief Cumberon Jeffrey, because of the order of the lord, he has not returned home for this New Year's festival -

Unbeknownst to him, a letter from the small town of Lorenz was delivered to Tarun and then from there.

At this time, this letter is still on the way.

The snowy road was difficult, and even on horseback, the messenger didn't travel much faster.

It was a tall, awe-inspiring middle-aged man, clad in polished light iron armor, straddling over the bushes and holding in his hand a longbow with a glossy yellow glow—the string of which was glued together by strands of ox tendon and had a very high weight.

Ordinary people may not be able to pull a single inch with all their strength, let alone use it.

But the longbow was in his hand, and the action of drawing the bow and firing became extremely smooth, with an indescribable rhythm and beauty, the white feathered arrows pierced the air, bringing up air currents, and the branches of the trees continued to fall because of the vibration, and with the loud cheers of the surroundings, an adult wild boar was shot in the eye and fell to the ground—

Powerful feathered arrows pierced through the head, revealing the edge from the other side of the eyeball, and the white tail feathers were still trembling.

"Beautiful!"

"Lord Jeffrey is amazing!"

"With such a level of shooting, I'm afraid I can be called the first knight of Talen."

At Comberland's side, the knights were amazed, perhaps partly flattering and flattering, but more importantly, there was a strong admiration - the Tallon region has a strong martial style, and its strong personal strength is pursued and admired by everyone.

"Death Reaper Longbow", this is a transcendent crossbow.

Lowering the longbow, in Comberland's sight, several knights and a group of servants had already walked by, and they tied the boar with a strong linen rope, and then found a thick dead trunk and lifted it up—

"It's time for extra dinner today, Lord Jeffrey."

"It would be nice to be able to drink some ale."

The two knights stood beside him and said with emotion, while secretly looking at the middle-aged man who was not smiling-

According to military regulations, in most cases, it is forbidden to drink alcohol when going out on duty. However, this prohibition is rarely strictly observed among the Northland legions and the private armies of the nobles.

Unfortunately, Cumberland Jeffrey has always been an old-fashioned and inflexible fellow.

After the two knights let out these exclamations, more people heard the voice and quietly looked over—

Although they came to the Kingfisher Forest, judging from the current situation, there was almost no possibility of a battle, and the significance of their stationing here was mainly to deter.

Most of the knights of the Iris Knights are from noble backgrounds and have good knowledge, and they have heard of the tripartite agreement between the royal family, Talon and Karthus-

Kingfisher Forest, Flower Field, Silver Leaf Forest, Silver Leaf Town, this section of the road is a smooth river, and for a true knight order, if it is full speed, it will only take less than two days.

It was almost the equivalent of a sharp knife against Ensada's belly.

Cumberland withdrew his calm gaze and a smile appeared on his face.

"You boys, do you really want to drink?"

"Yes."

"That's right."

"Well, for the sake of the New Year's sacrifice, no more than three cups."

"Haha, the knight is wise."

"By the way, Lord Jeffrey doesn't have a big cup......"

The hunt was filled with a joyous atmosphere, and the knights and servants laughed and discussed loudly when they heard his relentingness—

To be able to join the Iris Knights, even if you don't have the status of a regular knight from the lord, you at least have the strength of a high-level position, and there is no possibility of getting drunk at all with just three glasses of ale.

The sun is sinking little by little after the snow.

The hunt in the forest came to an end, and the knights returned with a full load—these days, for the convenience of access to water, they were stationed on the banks of the Larue River, and near this makeshift camp, there was a castle that had once belonged to Lord Karen Bennett.

Although the lord had left Talen, most of the people had heard of the old knight's name, and they could not help but be in awe when they saw the castle through the shadows of the mountains and forests.

A young knight slipped into the big tent, he sat down at a low table with a grin, and then took out a jug of ale from his bosom - Cumberland put down a document in his hand and couldn't help laughing:

"That's more than three glasses of ale."

"Hehe, we've decided, after three drinks, continue after midnight, it's not a violation of the rules."

The young knight placed the flask on the low table with a relaxed expression.

"Viduka, what's the matter?"

However, after glancing at the flask, Cumberland quickly restrained his expression, and the young knight seemed to hesitate for a long time, and finally spoke:

"That...... Mistress Jeffrey...... I loved Andrea's ......"

After Viduka stumbled over these words, a heart involuntarily thumped.