It had been two days since Meen had left Jungle City for Kulin. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In addition to talking about some issues related to the construction of the Mercenary Guild, Mine's biggest purpose was to get in touch with the Sixth Saint as much as possible.

This trip to the south to investigate what Malone said is the main purpose of Mine.

Hilda was still in charge of driving the old carriage that had accompanied Minn for several years, horse by cart, following a caravan along the vast plain roads.

The wooden-clad wheels creaked under the bumps of the stones.

"Don't you think it's a waste that you should have promised that fat man to get a coachman to let me run the carriage with such a good ranger?"

Patience is a luxury for many humans.

And it's clear that along the way, Hilda, a half-breed ranger, can't stand it anymore.

It's just that her complaints have no effect on Mine, who did so specifically to hone her mind.

In the carriage that swayed forward, Meen was calm, and no undulating voice came from it, "Don't forget your identity, Punisher, Hilda Goldhammer. ”

"Hmph! I don't believe in any bullshit fate, even if I am the so-called saint you said, shouldering a great mission, but why haven't I felt anything after so long? On the contrary, you have deducted a lot of commissions last year? If this is also fate, then you are not the one who controls fate?"

There are not many people who dare to speak to Meen like this, except for this Fourth Saint, and the entire human world.

Time will wear away all childish immaturity, or ridiculous paranoia and misunderstanding, Hilda is no longer as hostile to Meen and the Holy See as before, but can get such a rich reward every year, and is still idle and panicked, the half-blood ranger is naturally happy to do it.

It's just that some people are mature and old at a young age, while some people are still naïve no matter how many years they live.

Hilda is clearly the latter.

But this naivety is a very precious thing in Meen's eyes, especially in the case of the punisher, it is precisely because of paranoia that her heart will not be easily controlled.

Theodore, as the secretary general of the Cardinal Corps, holds a lot of power, but he is still under the control of Meen, but in the face of such a Hilda, who seems to never grow up, Mien asks himself if he has the ability to completely control her and pave the way for her.

"Don't talk nonsense, keep on your way. ”

In her frustration, Hilda could only vent her anger on the poor horse.

Hurrying was always a boring and physically demanding affair, and Hilda sat outside the carriage, staring half-open at the carriage of another caravan not far in front of her, drowsy with a whip in one hand.

This caravan was arranged by Padro in Jungle City for Minn to accompany him, after all, in the wild, a convoy with all kinds of supplies will make daily eating and sleeping easier.

Otherwise, with just Hilda and Mine, some simple things would become troublesome.

Mien simply acquiesced to Padro's arrangement.

And the caravan was accompanied by a medium-sized mercenary group that was hired, and the leader was a vindictive, experienced ranger.

Opening the kettle and taking a sip of warm water, Fury glanced at the old carriage at the back of the line, and heard that there was a big man whose identity was a mystery sitting there.

"Boss, are you thinking about this?"

"What do you want?"

"What else could it be, what kind of person did you say was in that carriage, and it would have caused President Art and Lord Rothschild to personally go out of the city before dawn..."

"Be quiet, don't let them hear! You forgot what I warned you before I left?"

A sneer flashed across the face of the little mercenary who spoke, and he looked at Meen's carriage again and kept silent.

The convoy continued to move forward, and although the weather before the rainstorm could escape the blazing sun, the hot and humid air was releasing tremendous pressure on every object it touched.

Just then, Meen's voice came from the carriage and woke Hilda from her slumber.

"A couple of guests have come to our side. ”

"Where's the guest..."

Before she could finish speaking, Hilda saw a black-haired young man in tattered clothes galloping towards the convoy from her right-hand side, and behind him were chasing four men in black robes.

The power of magic stirred up countless waves.

"Cook, stop now and go back with me to confess your sins to the adult, you may still have hope of surviving!"

As he spoke, several spell energies blasted towards the black-haired youth in front of him.

The young man named Cook had a gloomy face, and his right hand made a mudra, and with a short spell, he instantly completed a wall made entirely of silt, blocking the energy bombardment.

Mystery!

Seeing the sudden appearance of several mysterious people who were fighting not far from them, Fury's face changed drastically!

While scolding in his heart, he drew his long sword and hurriedly shouted, "Everyone stand in your seats!

Staring at the mystic closer and closer in front of him, Fury cursed in a low voice that he was unlucky, although he had seen many battles between mysteries before, but it was the first time that he was so close!

He knew all too well what force I had in the hands of those men!

A fine sweat oozed from the palms of the sword hilts, and I hope they just passed by and wouldn't pull themselves in.

Not only Fury, but the entire caravan saw the mysterious person in front of him, and his face changed drastically!

The owner of the caravan turned even pale!

The goods here are all his belongings! If those people get involved, this business will not be lost!

It's just that seeing a mysterious person fighting in front of him, how could a half-breed ranger miss such a good show, and even the palm of his hand touching the handle of the gun was a little hot.

has been a groom for almost half a month, and it is enough to suffocate her to death!

But before she could make a move, Mien said lightly, "Don't provoke right and wrong, wait for them to pass." ”

Hearing Mean's voice, the half-blood ranger shrugged his shoulders and leaned back on the carriage like a deflated ball, and said nonchalantly, "Then you're going to watch them rush over like this?

Mine, however, was amused by Hilda's words.

Completely ignoring the mystics who were running towards them, they laughed, "Do you want my carriage to be overturned?"

The half-blood ranger snorted coldly and stopped talking.

It's just two black-robed and three gray-robed, and Meen doesn't have so much leisure to get involved in their affairs.