Also, such a powerful thing, written out, whoever finds it will return it to him.

"You're not a serf!, who the hell are you?" asked Nissa again.

A sudden burst of fragrant wind blew in his ears, and Al subconsciously turned his head, and before he could pull his thoughts out of the chaos, he couldn't help but suffocate his beautiful face again.

"I said, can you please not get so close!

What kind of expression do you have!Are you going to take me for a bounty?!"

Seeing the still smiling expression on the other party's face, Al felt a sudden burst in his heart, he thought of what York said, and subconsciously asked this question, but after asking, he regretted it, this stick is beaten, whether it is a grass startling snake, or a stick beating a mandarin duck, I am afraid that the inexplicable relationship between himself and the two will give birth to cracks.

However, what worried him even more was the reaction of the other party.

"I'm thinking about it. That beautiful face showed a weird smile.

It was supposed to be a touching expression, but the smile made Al feel a little cold, and he thought of what the butler said.

- Don't trust others too easily.

In an instant, his mentality changed, and he no longer regarded himself as a [seemingly friend] mentality, and he also left behind the nice words "I owe you a life".

He was worth 200 gold coins, and this bounty was enough for two or three people to choose a remote place and live for a lifetime.

From being deceived by the housekeeper in the manor, to being deceived by gold diggers in the city, and then being used by Carter in the valley, what about these two women, what are the gods going to do to themselves with their hands?

In fact, Al didn't know what kind of people these two women really were, and he didn't know what each other's needs were, so no matter what Nissa said next, he already had some kind of idea in mind at this moment.

Although reason told him that the other party looked like he was joking.

People have a bottom line, and if interests cross that bottom line, then it is not surprising what that person has become.

The two were silent for a moment until Sélepel returned.

"Whew, the smell is finally gone," she said, stroking her bulging chest, curious, "what are you talking about?"

Nissa pointed to the wanted warrant in Al's hand, and walked on her own. But in the eyes of the wary Al, in addition to the extreme sexiness and charm, that delicate and tall back can only make it think of Carter, and Al thinks she wants to be captured.

Serapel didn't know what was going on, so he snatched the wanted warrant from Al's hand, and after reading it, he glanced at Al a few times, and his face was stunned.

......

Later, Selepel gave the sword to Al, who didn't know what she was thinking, but the fierce look in his eyes was gone, and only the sadness entangled with the strange scenery remained. I guess it's fun to pinch myself, and I'll forget about that thing for the time being.

He took the sword, said okay, and changed his clothes, he was only one Nissa away from becoming an authentic gold digger, which was really frustrating.

Although he didn't know anything about weapons, Serapelle's weapons looked good, at least not worse than the ones that the fat baron hung on the wall.

There are many small openings on the blade, and if you put the sword close to your eyes, you can also observe that the small openings are stained with blood stains that have not been wiped clean, and it seems that there is no shortage of similar competitions.

Plus, it's a bit heavy.

He tore a piece of sackcloth from his tattered clothes, and tied his sword to his back as the gold diggers did, and in any case, he had been cut off in exchange for himself, which represented the life of a beautiful gold digger.

Because of this sword, his depressed mood seems to have improved a little, thinking that if he returns to the city, if he is too hungry to eat, this can be regarded as a little security, maybe he can rely on the money from the sale of it, do some small business, and make a comeback, left and right......

However, the [Resist Unhappy] effect of Serapel's sword didn't last long.

......

Stepping on dead branches and leaves, weeds and gravel, Al exhaled as he walked, and said to himself that this mess should be thought as he walked, at least he could still lie on the edge of the gaming table now, and he was not killed in a sack, what more could he want?

Hmm? Shall I mention it to them...... Going separately?

Forget it, if you are tied up, it will not be more uncomfortable.

Along the way, everyone walked silently with their own thoughts, and Sérapel did not come to his trouble at this time, and the already unfamiliar team became more silent, and silence usually leads to weariness.

Al, who hadn't slept for two days, kept yawning, and the tears overflowing from the yawning left two tear stains on his dirty face, and he didn't bother to wipe it. He tried his best to open his eyelids that naturally closed, but he gradually felt powerless, looking at the dead branches and leaves all over the ground, he really wanted to lie down and sleep in the dark, regardless of what wanted warrants, what werewolves, what works of art of gods.

He skimmed Nissa, who was straight and straight, and felt that this was too unproductive, how could he show sleepiness first? He had to induce the other person to say something like "Rest for a while, I'm tired."

However, when Al wanted to extinguish the thought of [just lie down like this, you're sleepy!] first, he found that it had already occupied his entire consciousness like a spark in the prairie fire, and with the sleepiness and the pain from his body, Al couldn't help but fantasize about his sleeping position after lying down, thinking about it, as if he was really lying on it.

Then he vaguely heard what seemed to be from a dream.

"Take a break here. Glancing at Al lying on the ground, Nissa reluctantly made a decision.

Al had a dream that he seemed to fly into the sky with a swoop, and then landed in the white clouds, and he shook his head and realized that there was another world above the clouds. There is something in the human castle, everything is here, there is nothing in the human castle, there is also here, the white clouds are pressed into a carpet, pinched into a palace, arranged into a staircase, almost everything in this world, a figure shuttles here in the afterglow.

When El tried to focus his gaze on them, he found that his gaze would penetrate their bodies and fall on the clouds behind them, and when he looked away, they reverted from transparency to vague figures, strange creatures that could only be seen with his peripheral vision.

After several attempts, he could only sit on the cloud ladder in frustration and clutch his chicken nest head. I don't know how long it took for him to feel someone tap him on the shoulder, and when he turned around, he saw a transparent person talking to him, and judging by the bulging upper circumference, it was a woman.

"What did you say?" he said he couldn't hear clearly, and leaned his ear over, but he stumbled and slipped into the clouds and fell to the earth.

He was so frightened that he opened his eyes and gasped for air, and the moment consciousness returned to his body, he heard the end of his own scream.

As far as the eye could see, everything in view was upside down, and when I looked up, I saw a mess of shrubs, weeds, huge tree trunks, and mostly dead leaves, and if they weren't all still, I would have continued to scream.