After practicing hand movement three for a while, Norman stopped, fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and his breathing became rapid.

Although the effect of the "Funeral Heart Sutra" is very powerful, and Norman's own physical fitness is also very strong, he has lost too much blood after all, and his physical condition is very bad, especially his heart.

It is already incredible that his heart can recover after being stabbed twice, and it is impossible to recover completely after more than ten days, so he is still mainly weak now, and cannot support his long-term exercise, so he has to stop and rest for a while after practicing for a while, and then wait for his body to ease before continuing to practice.

The two people in the carriage ignored what he had just done.

Abel is a pure mage and alchemist, and the family tradition makes him firmly believe that the power of the mage is supreme, and he disdains the knight's physical skills, and although Chen Qinghe has practiced the "Funeral Heart Sutra", he is not interested in this kind of physical combat skills, otherwise, with his physical fitness tempered by the "Funeral Heart Sutra", coupled with the innate advantages of the dragon clan, he would not have been so embarrassed to be cut by someone when he faced Dominic.

Both of them were not interested in this kind of physical combat technique, except for a little curiosity about Norman's actions at first, and then they got used to it, and they could be completely invisible and do their own things.

Norman rested for a while, and was about to start practicing a few more movements when someone knocked on the wall of their carriage outside.

"Alan!"

It was a thick man's voice.

Over the past few days, Norman has become familiar with this voice, an old fellow named Bletz in the caravan.

"Master Yarman asked you to go!"

Blaitz shouted, full of envy and hatred.

Norman answered, "Got it." Then he sighed silently.

It's really good to follow this caravan, it's hidden, and it saves a lot of trouble, the only downside is the troublesome mage: since the last time he told the little story in "Decameron", Yarman has set his eyes on Norman, and whenever he feels bored on the journey, he will send someone to call Norman over to tell him a story for his amusement.

Norman didn't want to waste his time on this old mage, but his current identity was that of a bard, and he couldn't refuse such a request from a mage master.

Maybe after arriving in the nearest city, you can consider another caravan to follow?

Thinking so, Norman hunched up from his seat, pushed the car door, and walked out.

The old caravan fellow with a stubble on his face, Bletz, was following briskly by the carriage, and when he saw Norman coming out, he waved impatiently, "Hurry up, Master Yarman is waiting for you!"

In the end, he is an uneducated rough man, and his feelings of jealousy, dissatisfaction, and self-pity for Norman are clearly written on his face and can be seen at a glance.

The carriage was not moving very fast, and Norman easily jumped out of the carriage and, after following Bletz for a while as he trotted through the moving caravan, came to a carriage.

This carriage is much larger than the Norman one, it is three-horseed, and it is in line with the noble status of the mage.

Bletz trotted underneath and told Smiling through the car that Norman was heard from inside, so Norman jumped on the front panel, pushed the door and bowed in.

The space and layout in the carriage are naturally much more luxurious than Norman's carriage, but in terms of comfort, this ordinary carriage is not as good as Norman's carriage that has been transformed by Chen Qinghe.

Yarman was sitting inside, drinking a cup of black tea very leisurely, and when he saw Norman come in, he also said very familiarly: "Come, sit." ”

When Norman sat down, Yarman said, "Yesterday you told the story of the groom and the queen, so go on." When he spoke, his eyes were always focused on the black tea in front of him, and he didn't glance at Norman at all, and there was no greeting in his words, so he went straight to the point.

After all, he is a noble mage, and Norman is just a lowly bard, it is already a great honor for Norman to be able to sit in the same carriage with him to tell him a story, naturally it is impossible to expect him to go and greet Norman for anything, and this is exactly what Norman wants-he is too lazy to talk to this mage master, it is better for Norman to finish the story and leave.

"Yesterday, when Panbinia had finished telling the story, there were many who praised the groom for his courage and carefulness, and others praised the king for the prudent manner with which the matter was handled, and the queen turned and told Amirona to tell a story. She said happily: "The story I want to tell today will be of particular interest to a layman like me—the story of a pretty young woman who is fooled by a dignified priest......"

Norman told Yarman the story as he had done the other day, and the old mage listened to it and gradually became fascinated.

Just as the story is about to reach its climax, the carriage suddenly stops.

This moment came very suddenly, and the inertia caught Yarman off guard and threw the teacup out of his hand, and with a crisp sound the delicate porcelain shattered into several pieces on the ground.

This is precious porcelain from far away from Moa!

The old mage was furious all of a sudden, "How did you catch the car!"

He roared at the front of the carriage.

Screaming through the door didn't seem to be enough, Yarman moved his ass, leaned in front of the car door and pushed it open, bowed out and was about to reprimand the groom, but strangely no sound came.

Not only did there be no scolding, but Norman sat here and looked over, and could see Yarman standing motionless in front of the car door, as if he had been immobilized.

It was only two realms of time, and Norman, who was already very experienced in this area, immediately felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly got out of the carriage and stood on the front board of the car.

At this time, the two knights of Master Yarman came from both sides on horseback, parked Mahler next to the car, and then the knight on the left said in a solemn tone: "Mr. Yarman, I will guard your side, and let Clarence help the soldiers of the caravan, what do you think?"

Yarman didn't speak for a moment, and he and Norman were looking ahead.

I saw that less than a hundred meters in front of the caravan, twenty or thirty cavalrymen in armor were in formation, facing their side, and their spears had been raised.

The comers are not good.