The girl named Gray Feather, who had a prejudice against magicians, was taught a lesson and the Gray Witch flew away, and then she cried and rubbed her swollen ass and got up from the soft land of the southern countryside.

The gray witch is really quite polite this time, the combination of beauty and tentacles has appeared, and she just whips the gray feather ass like a mother teaching her daughter, and doesn't do anything else.

Gray Feather, who had lost his heirloom weapon, pants and dignity, finally picked up his straw hat and little life, and the little note in the straw weave was not lost, and he was honestly staying there.

In Gray Feather's opinion, the woman who spanked her just now was definitely not a good person. Although the power of magicians has always been rumored to be very evil, but here in the martial arts, magicians are just a group of wastes who have to delay for more than half a day to cast the next one.

The strength of the Gray Witch's watch is terrifying, and the flying ability also brings a very strong shock to the gray feather, this is definitely not an ordinary magician. Poor Gray Feather took out a note and covered her crying face with a straw hat, choked up and said from the ear of her throat, "I want to go back to the manor...... as if he was setting a final goal for himself.

She tried her best to endure the grievances, took off her shirt and wrapped it around her lower body, and stumbled towards the place where her companions gathered with what she thought was a small note of love for what she thought was a confidential text.

It is strange that people can fight for survival when they experience danger, and by the way, they can see through life and death.

The place where Grey Feather's rented carriage was blown up by the Grey Witch was already close to her friend's suburban manor, and even walking around the path would take less than an hour. He didn't want to die at this time, at least before he died, he had to find out what kind of ghost the magician was going to do in the Rozelaven area, otherwise he would have such a pimple in his heart when he went to hell, how uncomfortable would it be?

Her destination estate is actually an orchard that has ceased production. Originally, 90% of the land was used to grow oranges, but because the owner of the orchard was tired of the stupid employees of the orchard who had to give orders from him personally to do their work, he chose to end his life here.

Anyway, I've made enough money, and what I need now is life instead of toil. Mr. Sweet Orange, the owner of the manor, thinks so and is very sorry for his name.

Now the orchard is full of the remains of oranges that fell off naturally after last year's harvest season, and now the oranges are free to grow and rot the fruit on the ground. No one picks it, so the orchard is exceptionally fertile.

Gray Feather is also a third-line star martial arts powerhouse, and the swollen buttocks are not a big problem for her, and the star-level internal organs quickly make her ass smooth as new. No pants are not a big problem, and when she arrives at a few families near the manor, it is not difficult for her to cover her face and grab a pair of pants.

When she appeared at the manor wearing the stolen pants and washing her crying face in the river, Mr. Sweet Orange, who was basking in the afternoon sun, waved to her from afar, "You're here." Gray Feather, you also have one pair of pants on the other side of the windmill mill, she is not the owner of the magic, but she looks better than you. ”

Gray Feather was in a bad mood, so bad that as soon as she approached Sweet Orange, she punched him in the face of his middle-aged fat.

"What are you doing?!" Sweet Orange, who was beaten with a cheap mouth, didn't get a lesson, and said deadly: "Doesn't it mean that you don't look good in pants, you must look better than the mill girl when you take off these pants!"

'Knock' is another punch. Gray Feather was exhausted and slapped the note he was carefully holding in his hand on Sweet Orange's fat connection.

"You have to find a way to decipher the words on it. I got this note secretly from a flying magician, and they seem to be plotting something terrible. ”

"Flying magician?" Sweet Orange blinked at her round eyes. I want to see if my beautiful girlfriend is being slept in a daze. "It's been a long time since I've heard the term 'flying magician', ever since my mom stopped telling me bedtime stories. ”

Gray Feather found a chaise longue behind the manor house, and carefully pressed her butt against the seat, it didn't feel very painful, so she was relieved to lie down boldly. She was so tired that she wanted to find a place to cry right now. Then sleep like a baby.

"Wait a minute, I'll give you a story about the 'flying magician,' and then you can tell him when you have a child." ”

"Oh, what are you going to say, are you sure what you're going to say is really suitable for a child?"

As soon as Sweet Orange said this, Gray Feather was so frightened that he thought he had seen himself being hung upside down and spanked. After calming down, I realized that this friend of mine has always been this virtue when he speaks.

"Where did you go, why didn't you see him?" Gray Feather looked around a few times, as if he was looking for someone.

The Great Johnnie in her mouth was a strong man named Johnnie, a spice dealer in the town next door to the manor, and a smoke-level entry-level martial artist. He is the most hated magician in the manor, as his entire family has died in the explosion of magic items, and he has yet to receive compensation and apology from the magician.

As a businessman, Johnnie was obviously a little incompetent, he was a man who didn't care much about catties and silver, so he also made some friends with the same character, so it can be said that he had a wide range of friends. But it's a pity that Johnnie, who has failed in business, has been living in Mr. Sweet Orange's manor for some time, and the employees here are all gone, and there are as many empty rooms as there are, and the same is true for pickled oranges.

As a person with a wide range of friends, Gray Feather felt that it was more reliable to let Johnny help find someone to crack this little note than to find it with Sweet Fat himself.

The sweet fat man put the note away, then closed his round eyes with peace of mind, and continued to bask in the sun, answering Gray Feather's question after a long while. "If you do what he says, go back today, he's talking to a bunch of dangerous-looking people. I also had dealings with those people when I was running an orchard, and they seemed to be arms dealers, and I don't know why they suddenly bought and sold food and spices. ”

"Probably trying to hide the smell of pine oil on your weapon with spices?" Gray Feather guessed.

"Only new weapons will be anointed with oil to prevent rust, and those people are reselling the weapons of the dead on the battlefield, and to cover up is to cover up the smell of the dead. ”

Gray Feather was a little surprised when he heard this, "How did the great Johnnie get into business with them?

"Sue sù, he said he knows, let me not meddle in my business. ”

Grey Feather already roughly understood when he heard this. It must have been that Great Johnnie had other things to look for these people. It's not very likely that the co-worker Yi is doing something on the side of the road again, and he has to deal with these guys.

It has been a long time since the equipment was picked up from the dead, but the equipment of ordinary soldiers has the lord's family glow, because the legion is recruited by the lord at the expense of the lord, and the weapons are also customized by them. This kind of thing can't be sold. It is necessary to grind the mark off.

The weapons of the knights recruited by the lord are very valuable, because the young knights in the countryside usually spend all their urgent needs on them, and the armor on the knights is often ancestral, passed down through generations of belief in defending their homeland.

The most common trouble for these resellers of dead men's weapons is to be targeted by the families of the knights who died in battle, who not only want to take back the bodies of their loved ones, but also the armor that has been passed down from generation to generation back home.

Gray Feather, who had just been snatched away from the ancestral magic dagger, was sad when she heard this topic, and she felt that Great Johnnie was not in trouble this time, and she had to return a layer of skin if she didn't die. She wasn't worried about the petty arms dealers. Dealing with this kind of person is a matter of three punches and two feet for her.

Just as she was about to tell Mr. Orange what had happened to her, a big man suddenly ran in the distance, pushing a wheelbarrow, and on the cart sat a young woman with a freckled face and panicked, screaming for help in the direction of Gray Feather.

"Well, it's Big Johnnie......" Mr. Sweet Orange's round eyes were very good, and in addition to his friends, he saw a team of more than a dozen people running behind him with a sword. Sweet Orange poked the gray feather beside her with her cane and said to her, "Go and do me a favor." ”

Gray Feather knew that this was going to happen to him. I touched my waist and tried to get the weapon out, but there was nothing in my waist. All that was left was a wallet that had deflated after paying the rent for the carriage.

She sighed, couldn't hold back her dagger, grabbed Mr. Orange's cane, and faced the difficulties head-on.

For high-ranking warriors, some peasants with weapons were nothing even if they rode on horseback. Gray Feather's fighting style lived up to the feather in her name, and Sweet Orange saw her carrying her wooden cane at her waist and rushing towards the horse team, and leaping into the sky with her feet between the two horses of the Great Johnnie, turning her body one hundred and eighty degrees and stepping on the shoulders of a rider. Hit him on the head with his cane, and then jumped on the shoulder of another person without the slightest hesitation to knock on the head.

None of the riders who were targeted by Gray Feather could avoid her falling from the sky, and her head was decisively knocked out, and no one was spared. After the rider was knocked unconscious, the horses quieted down, and soon gathered together in a pile to eat the freshly sprouted grass. It looks very docile.

Grey Feather descended from the sky like an eagle after the battle, flew onto Johnnie's wheelbarrow, and greeted Johnnie with the face of the freckled girl.

"Yo, I'm here to save you, what trouble are you causing here?"

"Grey Feather, you've scared my friend. The unsavvy hunk frowned, angry at Greyfeather straddle his friend underneath.

Gray Feather did it on purpose, she was humiliated by the gray witch, a freckled magician, just now, and now she has no good impression when she meets a freckled woman.

Mr. Orange, who had no cane, walked over with his feeble knees twisted, and looked at the horses eating their turf with a worried expression.

"Gray Feather, you didn't hurt anyone, did you?"

"Nonsense, you go and see which one of them is not hurt. ”

"I mean, you didn't kill anyone, did you?"

"Nonsense, go and see, which of them is not breathing?"

Johnnie pushed the cart and threw the girl in the cart and the gray feather standing on the cart on the grass. Looking at him like this, it seems that the 'friend' in his mouth is also a general friendship.

The gray feathers turned beautifully in mid-air as lightly, and the dancers landed as calmly as they did, bowing slightly to the audience who did not have zài around them. The freckled girl in the car rolled directly to the ground, and it was not easy to get up with her hands supporting her body, and her weak appearance was an ordinary girl.

Sweet Orange, who had regained her cane, looked the girl up and down, feeling a little familiar. "Johnnie, who is this?"

"A thief who stole the weapons of that group. Great Johnnie dusted off his body, wiped his sweat with his cuffs, and asked Sweet Orange for some hemp rope to tie up the group.

Gray Feather pulls out a straw from his straw hat and holds it in his mouth. Then he helped the freckled girl up, pointed at her, and said, "And then you protected this pretty little thief?"

The freckled woman's face turned slightly red when she heard such a woman who was obviously the owner of magic praise her beauty.

Johnnie was an ordinary spice merchant, and the day before he met a girl in the market with two copper coins and asking himself who was feeding wild cats if she could eat a full meal at a cheap price. It's the freckled woman in front of me.

Born as a businessman, he instinctively thought that he was going to be jumped by an immortal, and the girls who took the initiative to talk to him in these years basically had nothing good. Johnnie wasn't afraid of her. She was already on guard, and the other party couldn't make any trouble, so she introduced the girl to a bakery, where some free honey milk was served every day, and it was a good meal to eat with bread, only two copper coins.

After thanking the girl, she was about to follow the pointed path, and Johnnie, a sweet-toothed lover, decided to accompany her over for a meal of fruit bread.

In rice cooking. The two chatted a little. The eventful and talkative Johnnie opened his mouth to ask the girl what she was doing here, and judging by the girl's outfit, she should be from the north. Under questioning, the girl said that she was actually a niece, her father died in battle, and her brother was also a free rider but had no armor, and she came to retrieve her dead father's armor for her brother this time.

"Uh......" Gray Feather standing on the side didn't know whether to complain about this nervous woman or the inhuman brother. "And you really just ran over here?"

The girl nodded, "Your Excellency has sent a letter to my family, telling me where my father died in battle. I'll just come and look for it. ”

The freelancers recruited by the lord usually have a contract, and the lord is responsible for recovering the knight's body and transporting it back to the knight's hometown after the knight dies in battle. However, in many cases this agreement could not be enforced, and the lord would personally write a letter of apology and offer a gift money.

This girl's name is Ledo, and her father is in such a situation. Since the battlefield was only a hundred and fifty miles away from her hometown, she came to live in the next town from a nearby village, and went to the battlefield next to the town several times a day to look for it.

The so-called battlefield. In fact, it is a den of thieves, and the lord recruits knights to deal with a group of thieves composed of down-and-out peasants, and they will be killed by these people, which is enough to prove that Ledo's father is a parallel knight.

When Johnnie heard about Ledot's words, he was very nosy and showed off his energy on the ground of the town. He took her to see the smuggler shop, saying that someone might have picked up the armor and sold the stolen goods in the shop.

There was only one black weapon shop in the town, and Ledo recognized at a glance his own armor stacked in a chest in the basement, with a small flower on which he had spent his own nails.

Johnnie motioned for Ledo to remain silent, pretending to ask about the price of one weapon after another, looking like he didn't want to buy it, and finally asked about the armor.

The price of armor has always been very high, and Johnnie was originally ready to help this girl if she could afford it, but she would pay it back if she worked in her shop for a year and a half, but the old armor was actually hung up by the people in the store at a sky-high price, let alone work for a year and a half, even if she died in the store, she might not earn back the armor money.

Grey Feather pointed at Freckled Ledot in disbelief and asked, "So you went and stole it?"

The girl bowed her head in shame.

Johnnie said helplessly: "Not only did she steal, but she was caught." I borrowed a set of decent clothes from Uncle Sweet Orange to negotiate with others, and wanted to get her back, but the other party didn't agree. I saw that they were all ordinary people, and there were not many of them, so I wanted to grab them hard, but as soon as I snatched people out of the door, I met their horse team returning from going out......"

"And then you came to me?!" Mr. Sweet Orange looked incredulous, "Today is not the day of the party, if it weren't for Gray Feather just in time, I wouldn't have been dragged to death by you?!"

Johnnie scratched his head embarrassedly, "I'm sorry uncle, I remember that the kid from the splitting star will come to you today, why is he not here in Gray Feather Sister?"

"Splitting the stars?" Sweet Orange was also a little puzzled, "I remember that he seemed to say that he had work in the morning and would come over before noon, but it turned out that it hadn't arrived yet, so he should have been entangled in things and couldn't get out, right?"

Great Johnnie originally wanted to rely on the skill of splitting stars to get rid of these people, but fortunately, the second strongest man in the manor, Gray Feather, is enough here. As the third strong man, he is really a little inferior compared to these two extremely talented boys.

The Sweet Orange Manor is inhabited by people who are worried about the country and the people, and all of them are against magicians who are very close to foreigners, including half of the magicians who split the stars. However, they have no power and little money, and have been secretly working against the magicians, speaking ill of them.

Among non-combatants, spreading rumors is Mr. Orange's specialty, and all he has to do is go to town or Rozelaven's bar to gossip with a few of the most talkative-looking drunkards, and soon spread the word as if it were true.

Everyone lives in the world and has his talent, some people don't find their own talent, some people look down on their talent, and some people's talent is looked down on by the whole world, such as Kato Taka. Mr. Sweet Orange is very good at using his ability to spread rumors and make trouble, and he is proud of it.

He was a little worried about the splitting star, who had never been late, and decided to get dressed and go to Rozeravin to find the kid. Gray Feather blushed and whispered that she wanted to borrow some money, she needed to pay off the compensation for the carriage, and she also had to go over there to clean up the road, and she couldn't let a bunch of mutilated and horse corpses stand in the way, right?

"What the hell is going on with you?" said Mr. Orange, "what is a horse corpse, an explosion, and a flying magician?"

Grey Feather was also tempted to explain, her not very good head was working hard, telling her story of what had happened to her, and trying to avoid being hung up and spanked.