"Let go of me! let go of me—" Valrhona struggled fiercely.

"That's enough! Valrhona, they're just thanking me for saving my life and doing what you want to do you haven't done yet. ”

Martin roared, and Valrhona froze: yes, what's the difference between me and them?

At this time, Jessica's voice suddenly came: "Miss Valrhona, please don't mind us, probably we don't have a chance to be together with Martin in the end, so we can't help but ...... for a while"

Valrhona was really stunned this time.

Jessica briefly finished each other's positions in a quick tone. Valrhona suddenly understood.

Maybe that's a sadness.

They are all human beings, and because of the different positions of different countries, they cannot finally be united. What about her and Martin?

Originally, the wood elves were a completely xenophobic race, and any interracial romance would be cursed and spurned by their compatriots. She knew that her uncontrollable love for Martin was already a great perverse crime.

Unless she left her compatriots and eloped or fled, she couldn't be with Martin at all. Besides, Martin is in this capacity, and it is even more impossible to marry a wood elf.

The sweet dreamlike relationship between yesterday and today is more like a beautiful vision, a phantom.

The danger of the tribe was stimulating her nerves again, telling her that the future of herself and the entire Wood Elf clan might be in the man in front of her.

So what right does she have to lose her temper?

For a moment, Valrhona already felt that she was sympathetic to Karna's master and servant.

Because of love, so care.

And because they care, they can't be together openly.

This bitterness, on the contrary, ignited another kind of heartfire, prompting her to pounce on Martin like a moth to a fire, desperately to pounce on Martin.

"Martin, I was wrong...... I...... In fact...... "There are outsiders here, Valrhona doesn't dare at all, or she doesn't know what language to use to express her feelings."

Jessica smiled at Martin, "Go ahead, I'll keep vigil." ”

What a wise, calm, and sensible woman, if it weren't for the rush to sleep Valrhona, Martin would really want to attack Jessica City again.

Martin hugged Valrhona, who was already too ashamed, and rushed into another pre-arranged room, which was supposed to give Valrhona a rest after the shift change. Now of course, Martin is using it.

The poet Du Da said it well - cardamom years.

People who have seen what cardamom looks like have to praise - Du driver drives, steady!

The cultivation of the plant department is relatively elegant, and Martin has always been careful because such a thing as cardamom is too delicate. First of all, by touching, promote the circulation and flow of liquid in the cardamom's body, and let the cardamom heat up.

While most plants use pollen exchange or direct seeding to allow the seeds to take root and germinate away from the mother plant, Martin is in a hurry, so Martin directly combines the male core with the pistil.

In the first union, because of the slightly rough relationship, the pistil secretes a small amount of red plant juice as protection, and it is not until the male core repeatedly dredges the pipe a thousand times that the pollen is completely dispersed.

It wasn't until early in the morning that Martin completed the entire process of pollination.

At breakfast in the morning, the three girls saw each other, and they both blushed a little.

There is no estrangement, but a sense of sympathy.

Martin sat in the middle with a big grin, holding Valrhona in one hand and Karna in the other. The little princess of the wood elves leaned her head meekly, and Her Majesty the Empress-designate struggled a little before giving up resistance.

Karna glanced at Martin fiercely: "Yo, Lord Martin, why don't you become the emperor of the people, and then declare that you can legally marry multiple wives, including interracial marriages?"

"Ah, great idea! That's what I thought. Martin kissed Karna shamelessly.

Karna remained uncooperative and unrevolting.

Martin knew that she was following him, only until the end of this bloody championship match. Then she was Rick's Empress Alternate, and he was also the Grand Duke of Bakaria.

Jessica sat across from her, drinking the milk that had been boiled up from the space bag while eating white bread.

Karna opened the claws that were raging on the Queen's Peak: "Okay, let's be serious. What are you going to do next?, I've been trying to survive for the past few days, and I haven't seriously inquired about the news of the goddess of the lake. ”

"Don't you have any news either?" Martin mused, "Then I'm going to take a look at Estalir in the middle of the desert." ”

"Huh?"

"Although the southern city-state has been destroyed, I don't believe that the Chaos army is so powerful that it has killed all the humans in the entire desert area, and there is not a single one left. ”

Karna nodded: "Indeed, Estaril is not counted, Tyrell is a well-known country of mercenaries." There are so many fierce mercenaries, it would be strange if they all died. ”

Fierce mountains and evil waters come out of the people.

The desert's limited natural resources doomed the southern city-states to not be able to support too many people.

The next generation, who have no way to survive, often choose to be mercenaries. For example, the 'Plains of War', further south of the Lopez family's territory, is not only relatively barren, but also a place where orcs and humans fight each other for many years. Tyrells' mercenaries tend to run over there and accept long-term employment from several border counts of the Rick Empire to help the Empire fight wars.

Or when something happens to Bakaria, he will also respond to Bakaria's call and go to beat the orcs.

Although the mercenary fee is more expensive than that of a semi-professional or professional soldier, it is better that the mercenary does not have to pay a pension when he dies. After the battle, after taking the money, the mercenary patted his ass and left.

Money, let's not talk about that.

The quality of the Tyrell mercenaries was notoriously high.

Not only are they capable of fighting alone, they are superior to most professional soldiers, and they are only one line lower than the knights of Bakaria. And they are good at forming formations to meet the enemy, whether it is a squad battle of three or five people, an encounter battle of more than a dozen people, or a large-scale battle of hundreds of people, they are all at ease.

The Tyrell mercenary who wielded a shield and a spear, as well as a short-barreled musket in his left hand and a stabbing sword in his right hand, Martin had also seen it. They took the initiative to find Martin and asked to participate in the wasteland raiders, but it was a pity that Martin, a miser, was unwilling to spend more money and wanted to train an army of his own, so they didn't want to bird.

Martin shook his head: "Don't think about them yet, our goal is always the goddess of the lake." ”

"Okay!"

After breakfast, Martin took out Vimona, and Karna was envious, but she didn't admit defeat: "Hmph!

Martin didn't want to complain about the so-called magic chariot.

Instead, Jessica sold her master first: "Our magic chariot is nothing more than a horse-drawn chariot, and the chariot uses runes that bless magic efficiency, and then let a heavenly mage sit on it." It's completely different from Martin's Vimona. ”