"Where's Miss Crane, Chief?"

Seeing that the bandit leader had made a decision, Scott nodded. However, he also knew Gross's arrangement, and in their core five-person team, the mage lady played a very important role.

Therefore, seeing that the young lady did not show up, he couldn't help but ask curiously.

"I'm probably still sleeping."

Gross was expressionless.

It is indeed not advisable for a creature like a goddess to have close contact for a long time—Miss Crane's fine skin aside, the mere fact that he likes to nag and crumble and is accustomed to sleeping lazily is a bit of a headache for him;

The former can be understood as a common disease of women, while the latter? Gross had also made a conjecture in his mind: Maybe that Miss Crane was meditating and cultivating her mental power every night, so that she didn't get enough sleep?

For these things, Gross is somewhat able to understand and be considerate.

His destination, the well-dressed mound of Sean "Red Knight" Afradi, was in the Teal Hill near the town of White Rock - and he knew from memory that if they chose to ride a horse, it would not take them an hour.

Unfortunately, the weather is snowy and the roads are difficult to navigate, so cycling is not a very good option.

With two legs, it would have taken more time, but he probably estimated that a whole day would be enough for today.

After making arrangements, he got up and walked out of the room—

"Mr. Gross."

Miss Lady's footsteps were like a gust of wind, and as soon as Gross reached the hallway, he saw the beige figure rushing towards him—he had the heart to dodge, but his body was honestly open.

Ladia never expected that the bandit leader would suddenly come out at this moment, and seeing that she was about to be unable to stop, she pounced on the front.

Guffaw! At this moment, the entire corridor that connected the rooms on this floor was filled with cheerful air.

Gross is soft and fragrant.

His fingers ran through the long hair on the back of Miss Mage's shoulders, the smoothness of which he loved a little, while his other hand rested on the hood of the cloth coat.

Miss Mage's face was flushed, and from the corners of her mouth to the soft tips of her eyebrows, to the roots of her ears, her whole body was like a steamed crab, and it was still steaming.

Gross could already feel her body temperature rise rapidly, and a faint scent of vagueness had penetrated his nostrils. He couldn't help but shrug his nose and continued to sniff.

Then, both hands pinched together.

It's so fragrant and soft.

"Mr. Gross!"

Miss Mage's crisp voice suddenly exclaimed, and she lifted her little head, and the small handful of hair in the middle of her head was curling up at the roots.

It's so cute-

Gross almost couldn't bear to let go.

However, the laughter of the bandit companions was louder, and the guests who passed by the other rooms at this time even showed a knowing smile when they saw this scene, and a middle-aged man dressed as a merchant was still frowning at Gross, and kept showing his mouth shape.

Young man, seize the opportunity—Gross quickly read the middle-aged man's lips.

Unfortunately, at this time, Miss Mage broke free from his embrace.

Gross was stunned.

Don't underestimate the physiological response of a 19-year-old.

And the psychological effects? Naturally, it is also extremely shocking. The original soul in the body had a lot of affection for this young lady, and although the scenery outside was a cold and snowy scene, he felt a burst of warmth from his heart.

At the age of nineteen, Gross ushered in the best spring of his life.

He felt a sense of happiness that flowed down his face.

"Miss Crane, let's get ready, let's go later."

Oliver said to Miss Mage, and seeing Gross fall into dementia symptoms again, the group had become accustomed to it.

"Oh, good."

Miss Mage's face was fading a little. A few days earlier, the bandit leader had told her the reason for the visit, and she knew about the graveyard of the "Red Knight" Sean Afradi.

Exploring ruins or something, she liked it the most.

At the thought of the adventure, she quickly forgot about the confusion she had just had.

Scott, Oliver, Levine, and Miss Mage quickly returned to their rooms to get ready, carrying weapons and equipment, and carrying supplies such as dry rations and water bottles in their backpacks, as was customary in previous battles.

"Boss?"

Levin, who was ready, saw that Gross was still slow and smirked, and he walked out and patted his shoulder. "Have we changed our plans?"

"Uh, no."

The slap carried a lot of weight, and Gross shuddered as he finally remembered something serious.

Children are long, heroes are short-breathed.

Gross thought it in his mind three times. After regaining his senses, he methodically began to organize his belongings—in addition to the frosty sword on his belt, the most important thing on his trip was the iron armor and the fine iron shield.

……

"Hey, hey—Mavi."

After losing the "lucky coin", the mercenary Leo became somewhat depressed, and he leaned on the windowsill to look out, only to see Gross and his party walking out of the tavern, and the impressed blonde girl.

Indeed, judging from the back alone, they are already better than the elaborate masterpieces of Boomer's wandering body artists. However, Leo's temperament is a little less abrupt and more cautious than that of Ma Wei.

His eyes were fixed on the young man beside the blonde girl.

That swordsman of mountain blood.

Under his reminder, Ma Wei also looked over.

Gross and his group of five are leaving a trail of visible footprints in the snowy streets.

"Did you notice the young man at the front?"

Leo's finger moved away, and he turned to his companion Mavi and asked. As early as half an hour ago, he had talked about the young swordsman's incident last night, and Ma Wei was stunned.

"You mean, that guy?"

Following Leo's instructions, Mavi quickly found the bandit leader Gross, "The guy with the shield on his shoulder?" ”

"That's right."

"You say he's a sword master?"

Mavi became suspicious. A swordsman is usually a person who specializes in swordsmanship and has at least reached the level of a master, who spends his whole life of energy and time in swordsmanship, and rarely pays too much attention to other things.

A swordman with a shield?

It sounds like a bad joke that isn't humorous. But Leo beside him kept nodding like a chicken pecking rice, and Ma Wei couldn't help but wonder.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Mavi ran over, and he saw the regimental commander, Ginod, and the captain of the first brigade, Helwig.

Seeing his energetic appearance, the regiment commander Ginod smiled on his face.

The door was quickly closed again.