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A petite figure scurried through the mountains and forests, like a nimble antelope. She was swift and agile, galloping like a fly, sometimes jumping high and climbing up the rocks where there was no way out, sometimes leaping several feet over a mountain stream and stream.

The shouts of cavalry in pursuit were incessant, and short arrows with arrows removed from the wind burst into the wind and shot near her body, forcing her to change direction. The hounds barked wildly and outflanked from side to side, and these well-trained and well-coordinated military hounds were the best helpers to track down their prey in the absence of a Rogue Ranger.

The mountain roads were inconvenient, and if it weren't for the hounds, the cavalry were really not sure that they could limit the small figure in front of them to the left of the road.

In the midst of the cavalry, a bearded man pulled down his helmet and mask, and he exclaimed, "Can you believe it? Sean! She's a mage, a mage's apprentice! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have almost thought it was a ranger!"

The man next to him has grown his beard very fast lately, and he is almost crawling all over his face. Ever since the thieves from Afterglow City came to make a big fuss in the city, he hadn't had a good day.

The Earl did not say a word, but took his cronies and walked away, and casually handed over the authority of the city to Julian to exercise on his behalf. That little puppy is usually squinting and idle, frivolous and rude, not at all steady, without the appearance of a nobleman, and is really too much of an earl. If it weren't for the talent, I would have doubted that it was the child that the Count had picked up.

The caravan mercenaries who poured into the city in the spring were not worried, and they made trouble at both ends for three days. After all, they have also paid a lot of taxes, and Mr. Sheriff is not easy to throw them into prison casually, as long as it is not too excessive, many times they can only turn a blind eye, hoping to survive these two or three months, anyway, it is only once a year.

Speaking of which, Julian is also nosy, that time the mercenary group made trouble and died a corpse, Mr. Sheriff made up his mind to punish these lawless outsiders!

Oh, by the way, the Ivy League mercenary group, that's the name, they may be innocent, or they may be forced to fight back. Sean didn't mind executing these people and hanging them at the city gates, giving these outsiders a little color.

As a result, Julian stretched out his hand indiscriminately, relying on his identity as the acting city lord, and insisted on protecting these "homeless people". In the eyes of Sheriff Sean, there is no difference between a mercenary and a homeless man, and sometimes he will make a cameo appearance as a bandit.

Julian would have such a good heart? Didn't he fall in love with that half-elf! Sean spat at the mouth and flew away with a mouthful of thick phlegm.

Hearing the mustachioed man's words, he replied, "Mage, of course." Isn't Victor a mage? This is an apprentice he taught himself. ”

"Victor, this kid didn't expect to have the talent to be a teacher, and he is only a junior mage himself, so he can teach students so well so quickly. I knew I should have sent that kid of mine to him, and maybe he had the talent to become a mage. Sean was absentmindedly talking to the mustache, but he was thinking about a very serious question.

There was a drastic change in the depths of the Bone Swamp, and even the city of Deathknell was destroyed. The Count is unlucky, Victor's whereabouts are unknown, and Julian takes the opportunity to seize power, which is a really bad situation.

The bearded man interrupted the sheriff's train of thought again, and the horses ran fast along the winding path, and he exclaimed, "I never thought that a mage could run so fast, jump so high, and cross such a wide obstacle. ”

There was another mountain stream in front of it, and the mountain water poured down with a pleasant sound, and washed over the water and on both sides of the river, splashing like a mist on the boulder. The river is not deep, but the bottom bank is unusually slippery, and the green moss makes the situation worse. Instinctively, the horse felt a little in danger, and carefully slowed down a little, not daring to leap over.

The mustache picked up the leather whip and slapped the horse's ass under the seat hard, shouting, "Hurry up for me! If you don't want to be skinned by me, cheer up! You must catch the mage, if she runs away, you know what will happen, don't you?"

The cavalrymen were urged to frantically whip the poor horses. Seeing that the owner was so desperate, the hounds were also in good spirits, they barked "Wangwang", and jumped into the water like dumplings, and the scene was very lively.

The mustache followed him over the mountain stream, and he was also somewhat satisfied when he saw that his subordinates were much more active. But that's not all, if you don't catch that little mage, everyone will have to shed a layer of skin.

The sheriff was caught off guard by the moustache bursting with enthusiasm for his work, and by the time he came to his senses, he had fallen behind the group. "These dogs are really hard!" Sean scolded quietly.

He wasn't in a hurry, he just slowly fell on the tail of the team, and he couldn't do anything to work-what qualifications do you have to drive me, Lord Sheriff, a milky little puppy? Even if you're a genius, that's a P. Wait until you can beat Lao Tzu, my Lord Sean is so easy to talk to!

Time passed little by little, and the chickens and dogs jumped everywhere the team passed, startling countless birds and beasts. Everyone is tired, and even if there are horses to ride, this mountain trail is very hard, not to mention that many places are not roads at all!

The horses snorted and sweated, and the hounds snorted and dragged their long tongues, but the petite shadow in front of him still looked a hundred times more energetic, but there was an order from above - to catch it alive!

"Sean. The mustache was also tired, and he asked the sheriff strangely, "I can understand the strange spells that the mages can do, and these strange people can run faster and jump higher." But after all this time, hasn't she run out of spells? shouldn't there be a limit to the number of spells every day?"

The sheriff coughed dryly and said, "Victor is rich, you know, right?"

Justin nodded and shook his head again: "Of course it's rich, but I don't really understand what you mean." ”

Sean said, "Do you know a gadget called a wand?"

Justin wondered, "Are you talking about a staff? Are you a hillbilly to me? Don't mages like to carry a stick?"

Sean touched his nose in embarrassment, because there were not many places on his face that could be touched, except for his eyes and nose, and everywhere else was covered with a beard.

He laughed dryly and said, "Of course not." "I don't know if he's referring to a hillbilly or a stick.

"A wand is like a piece of paper you use every morning, wipe one and throw it away, and throw it away when you're done. Seeing that Justin still didn't quite understand, Sean shrugged his shoulders and said very frankly: "It's like toilet paper!"

"Of course, if you don't want to go too far, you can also recycle and reuse, although the process is more complicated and not very cost-effective...... When the wand runs out of spells, the wand can be thrown, and if you don't think about it, you can recharge it, get it yourself or give it to the spell equipment shop to help. ”

Sean's explanation was more down-to-earth, and Justin suddenly felt a pang of discomfort in his stomach.

"As for the staff, it's like the knife and fork you use every morning, and of course you don't need it. It may not be very convenient to have breakfast though. I suggest you use it better. "Sean said in a good tone for you, and said that the mustache Justin was like a brute who tore it with his hands when eating.

Justin was very perceptive, and he drew inferences from one another: "Of course, a good pair of knives and forks don't need to be replaced often, right? Wands are more casual, and there are all kinds of them, and they are thrown away when they are used up, and they don't hurt when they are broken?"

Mr. Sheriff was delighted, looking like a teachable child, and did not feel at all wrong with comparing cutlery, cutlery and toilet paper.

He concluded, "So it's clear that she has at least three wands on her - oil on the soles of her feet to run faster, jumping, which allows her to jump higher and farther, and featherfall, which comes down from a high place and falls slowly to avoid fall damage." ”

Justin wasn't stupid, and he quickly added, "I've heard that spells last a certain time? She doesn't know how many wands she's used along the way, does she? Where are so many things hidden?"

The two of them glanced at each other, and both thought of a possibility-space equipment.

"Then it has to cost a lot of money, right? The worst and smallest storage ring also has to cost hundreds of thousands of gold coins, right? The bigger ones can't cost hundreds of thousands, millions of gold?" However, people are curious, and strange things related to mages always make people like to gossip.

Sean said: "The bigger problem is that you can't buy it with any money, and this kind of thing is almost priceless." ”

The sheriff let out a breath and sighed: "Victor, this guy is really willing, he has to have half of his net worth, all on this girl, right?"

Justin's face was a little unpleasant, and the more he did this, the more it showed the weight of this little girl - money can't mean everything, but being willing to give money is enough to explain most of the problems. Jazz wasn't a fledgling, enthusiastic young man, and he knew what this slippery little girl of antelope meant.

Julian obviously understood, which is why he sent two of them to a powerful warrior of the silver rank to capture a mage who was just starting out. As long as he grabbed the little antelope in front of him, this little girl named Cecil, Victor would have to give up the battle for the lordship.

Youtan is not the Four Kingdoms of the East, although it is also the eldest son who has priority to inherit, but it depends more on strength. As long as you are kind enough, violent enough, the king's crown can be used to admire!

Taking advantage of the fact that Victor's whereabouts are unknown, Julian strikes first and chokes Victor's lifeline. Even if he had the life to come back alive, he would not be able to touch the position of earl. The methods are a bit disgraceful, but Justin appreciates them.

It's just a simple little task to gain the trust of a new lord, and what a good deal it is. Before leaving, Justin was full of confidence and happily accepted the commission.

But now it seems that things are not going well - Victor is so rich that he can squander a large amount of gold coins to his little maid and little lover, which greatly exceeds Justine's expectations.

Don't dislike that Master Victor's level is still very low, there are still a few people who have a good impression of him in Death Knell City. A mage can gain respect in his own right, let alone a very wealthy mage.

Don't underestimate gold coins, a rich mage can really use gold coins to smash people to death! Even if you can't smash them to death now, there is no guarantee that you won't master more advanced skills in the future.

"It's not going to go on like this. Justin secretly thought in his heart: "I have offended Victor fiercely, but I can't be anticlimactic, I must catch this little antelope." ”

"Even if you want to be caught alive and injured, you are still alive! Anyway, no one can die without an arrow. ”

"Aim at the target, stop being stupid and shoot in the air!" Justin ordered in a hoarse voice.