"Do people who are full of lies really want to walk with him?"

In the carriage in the middle of the procession, a girl in a blue robe with short hair, her whole little face almost stuck to a book, and her words were cold and not like a living person, and the old man said: "That dress is what he found in the cellar, and there will often be a knight of Giza to clean up in this vicinity, and there will be no bandit regiments that burn the town." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"A lot of people will have secrets. The bald old man with a charitable face straightened out the piles of scrolls placed beside him, glanced at the girl and said with a smile: "Sometimes he lies, it doesn't mean that he is a wicked person, let alone just sent to Giza." Or do you think he can make a big move in a team of two archmages?"

The bald old man's words made the girl stop talking and quietly look through the book in her hand. The old man cast his eyes on the scenery outside the window, and his mind did not know where he had drifted.

As a person who joined in a suspicious place, Mo Yan didn't expect his lies to have any effect. But since he can't mention the real situation, there must always be a reason for the past that can be grudgingly stated. Involved in a conspiracy among the nobles of this country, any superfluous words may invite disaster, but it is better to cover it up with lies.

The coat of arms on the carriage Mo Yan didn't recognize, but at least it showed the identity of his master's nobleman. Some of what Camos taught himself is now working.

Mo Yan was placed in the mercenary's carriage, an open-top vehicle that was better than a wagon, but with the same unbearable bumps. According to Camos, the journey to Giza should be seven days away, which is not a very long journey, and Mo Yan only hopes to find a lost partner in Giza.

"Where are you from?"

Mo Yan, who had nothing to do in the carriage, began to chat with the mercenaries. Long journeys are undoubtedly boring, and chatting and bragging is what mercenaries often do. After listening to it for almost an hour, Mo Yan, who boasted about his story of fighting twenty evil dragons, found a non-blunt opportunity and inserted it into the chat.

"Kari City, we are from Kari City. The fat mercenary sniffed and said: "Some time ago, the evil lord there summoned a group of undead to slaughter almost half of the city, and many mercenaries are now running there to find work, and the newly transferred city defense soldiers are not enough to search all the areas." ”

"I'll tell you another secret. A tall, thin bearded man said with a mysterious expression: "Do you see the carriage behind? The black coffin at the top contains the corpse of the evil lord." You didn't see his disgusting appearance, and his whole body was a dried branch. ”

"Didn't the mage master in the carriage not let the box be opened?" The fat mercenary obviously heard this for the first time, and was shocked at first, and then hurriedly lowered his voice and shouted: "You damn bastard, aren't you afraid that they will find out?"

"I sneaked a peek at last night's vigil, don't be nervous. The tall and thin mercenary waved his hand indifferently and said, "Those two delicate mages had already gone to sleep at that time. As long as you don't say it, no one knows. ”

"Are you saying that the employers of this team are two mages?" Mo Yan pricked up his ears and asked, "I have hardly seen mages in my hometown, can they really rub fireball......s?" Are they really as capable of everything from heaven to earth as the legend says?"

"Who knows, they have always lived in seclusion, and many mages are rumored to be true, but there are not many who have seen shots, but magic items are relatively common. ”

The fat mercenary shrugged his shoulders and said, "Even the monsters and robbers on the road are solved by ourselves. It is said that the requirements for becoming a mage are very strict. I've heard an eliminated mage apprentice say that if you want to become a mage, you need to be an apprentice for ten years before you can be eligible for the test. ”

"Huh...... It's all a trick to deceive fools. The tall and thin mercenary said disdainfully: "Not to mention being called for ten years in vain, in exchange for only a chance to test, if the test result is no talent, it is equivalent to being called by the vain for ten years! ”

"But if it's talented, it's equivalent to a step to the sky. The fat mercenary obviously disagreed with his companion's idea and said: "All mages automatically have the status of nobility, and when they see those lords, they don't need to salute or say anything, and the military service and tax burden of their relatives can be reduced, not to mention that becoming a mage can also have magical power, and many people who break their heads also want to become apprentices, okay?"

"That'...... I've seen a thief who can become someone you know well. Speaking of magic, Mo Yan remembered the fake nightingale, touched his chin with a little stubble, and said, "Is this also the power of magic?"

"There are many ways to do what you say. The fat mercenary thought for a while and said: "There is a kind of person in the mainland who is born with a talent and can change into the appearance of a person he has seen, but it is just a phantom, as long as you pay attention to it, you can see through it." Some magic items seem to do the same, but ...... Anything that has anything to do with magic is worth a lot. ”

"The average thief can't afford it. The tall and thin mercenary nodded and said, "Those mages are very expensive, right...... Where are you from, I've never seen anyone with black hair, and your figure is ......"

In response to the mercenary's inquiry, Mo Yan made up Moncamos's statement and did some processing. Camos, on the other hand, became his bodyguard, having been killed by robbers in the town of Nissan.

got the information he wanted to know, Mo Yan's words began to be imaginative, and some of the scenes in the movie were taken out by him and told to the mercenaries as a story to relieve boredom. And this has even become a way to make money, and the mercenaries who were deeply attracted by the content of the story even took out coins just to let Mo Yan say more.

"I really can't stand my throat, and I'll talk about the rest tomorrow. At night, beside the campfire, Mo Yan, who had been talking all day long, even had his lips peeled, looked at the people who were still unsatisfied with the circle around him, drank a big sip of water and begged.

"It's just dark, can't you go to bed now?" the fat mercenary took out a silver coin from his pocket and threw it to Mo Yan and said, "You are telling us a paragraph until we go to bed and rest." And what about the monkey when he was crushed at the bottom of the mountain? Who went to save him? Is such a great hero buried like this?"

"Drink this, it will protect your throat. ”

The cold words didn't mean to care at all, and the girl in the robe who saw the crowd gather after dinner also became a prisoner of Mo Yan's story. I don't know when I have been listening to it for a long time in the periphery, and when I saw that Mo Yan's voice was really a little hoarse, I threw a small bottle over.

As the only girl in the team, Mo Yan had already noticed her. She got off the old man's carriage, and she was the only one in the carriage besides the old man, and it seemed that she was one of the two mages in the mercenary's mouth.

Mo Yan was a little strange about her youth, she didn't look like she was as old as herself, was she really already a mage? Didn't she say that she had to be an apprentice for ten years? Or ...... Mo Yan shook his body with a little coldness, thinking about the appearance of the old man, the appearance of a pear blossom pressing a begonia, he really couldn't think about it more.

"I'm too shady, it's not good, it's not good. Mo Yan secretly admonished himself and thought: "Maybe it's just a simple relation." ”

There was no need to worry that the girl would poison herself, Mo Yan drank the bottle of potion. A cool breath rushed out of the lungs and reached the throat, relieving the pain a lot. Mo Yan, who had no excuses, had no choice but to continue the unfinished Journey to the West, and before he knew it, it was late at night.

"That's it for today. Mo Yan pretended to be a hitch and said, "It's late, let's go to bed, we have to go tomorrow." ”

Although most people were reluctant to end there, it was indeed time to rest, and one by one they got up and moved their stiff bodies, intending to go back to their respective tents to rest.

"By the way, what about the Fudells?" The fat mercenary realized that the person who had just gone to pee had not returned, and asked the tall and thin mercenary, "It seems that he has not come back, is there something wrong?" The two of them, who secretly confessed that they were a little careless, carried their weapons to the grove where Fodel had disappeared. After a while, he carried half of the corpse back, and his face changed very badly.

"Have you been attacked by some wild beast?" Mo Yan, who was gathered around, looked at the corpse, most of the flesh on his body had disappeared, and it seemed that he had been attacked and eaten by something. But the strange thing is that this mercenary named Fodel didn't actually leave the camp too far, and he couldn't even scream when he was attacked?

If the mercenaries are too fascinated by listening to the story, Mo Yan will not miss it.

"Go and see the goods. ”

The blue-haired girl seemed to know something, and instead of screaming in fear like a normal girl, she squatted down to observe the corpse, her face almost touching the corpse. Although it was already night, the sight was not good, but it didn't seem to be so close. Then seeing the girl's slightly squinted eyes, Mo Yan understood the reason, this girl was short-sighted.

Where the camp carriage was parked, there was no sign of passing, but the black coffin was opened, and the corpses stored inside were gone.

"Has anyone opened the coffin?" the old man with a staff on his crutch understood what was going on at a glance, and turned to the mercenaries and asked.

"I just...... I glanced at it curiously. The tall and thin mercenary who knew that he was in trouble raised his hand weakly.

"Prepare the torch, we can't let it run. The old mage didn't have time to deal with the mercenaries who had made mistakes, and the staff in his hand began to draw strange patterns on the ground, muttering difficult words in his mouth. Although it was not the first time he had seen the magic circle, Mo Yan was still very curious about the old man's actions, and it was the first time he had seen the real spell casting.

Some multicolored gemstone powder, floating out of the old man's robe, attached to the clay painting circle, slowly emitted a red light. A ball of light rose from the circle, circled the black coffin, and flew into the woods where Foddell had been attacked.