With a flick of Mark's hand, the bird puppet spun around and flew down. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info When he flew less than 100 meters above the ground, Mark retracted the bird puppet, and Thorne and Sophia jumped up behind him and landed on the edge of the cliff. Then he stepped on the raised rocks on the cliff and fell quickly, while Mark and Shirley were suspended in the air more than ten meters high, quietly watching the development of events below.

The two sides on the ground who were fighting endlessly quickly stopped at the beckoning of their respective leaders when the bird puppet fell, and were divided into two groups, guarding each other. The convoy side formed a circle with the convoy as the backing, while the robber side blocked the direction of the canyon.

Neither side knew Mark's intentions, but they both knew one thing, and that was that it must be a wizard who could fly in the sky.

In the secular world, most nobles were aware of the existence of wizards. But the wizard's reputation isn't too good. Murder does not distinguish between good and evil, and it has always been based on preference. And if a wizard kills a few people, others don't dare to have any opinions, and if they die, they can only die in vain. As long as wizards don't kill people in a purposeful and organized manner in large numbers, the Gray Tower doesn't bother to care.

Seeing that both sides of the quiet confrontation were vigilantly looking at him, Mark looked at Shirley speechlessly and said, "Look, we didn't have a lively look as soon as we came." ”

"Let's go down and have a look!" Shirley's strength has skyrocketed now, and her sense of justice has also skyrocketed, pulling Mark and flying down.

At this moment, Thorne and Sophia also fell from the cliff, standing quietly behind Mark and Shirley.

In the corner of the convoy, in a luxurious carriage, a little girl about ten years old was secretly sweeping the curtain of the car to look out the window, and the scene of Mark and Shirley, dressed in simple home clothes, flying down from the sky happened to be in her eyes, and her small mouth was wide open. She pulled the old man beside her, who was huddled in the corner of the carriage with his head in his arms, shivering, and said:

"Grandpa, grandpa, look, someone is flying down from the sky, it looks amazing!"

"Ahh

"Wizard, this is over, I knew that I would not be able to stay in the Nile City in peace, but I was whimsical, thinking that if I cured the king's illness, I would be able to soar. I'm diligent and diligent in my life, and I only got the nickname of a wonderful rejuvenation when I was more than half a hundred years old, and my reputation in the next life will be in vain, and there will be no corpse......

Dumas decided that he would not be spared, and as he spoke, he began to cry, and in his heart he would rather have his head cut off than be captured by a wizard for experimentation.

On Mark's side, the scene was strangely quiet at this moment, and the three parties were silent, but it was obvious that the initiative was with Mark.

"Brother, why don't we teach this group of robbers a good lesson!"

Hearing this, Mark couldn't help but roll his eyes: "How do you know that this group of robbers is the bad guys?"

"Look at this group of robbers, they have a basis for advancing and retreating, even when they are in confrontation, they rely on each other and cover each other, which is obviously pretended by the army. There must be an ulterior motive!"

"Oh, yes! It seems that the first two years of training are not without a little gain. Mark looked at Shirley in surprise, he had already seen this, but he wondered when the army was poor enough to rob the caravan.

"I'm tired of flying, and I'm going to take a break with your carriage. There was a slight amount of magic in Mark's voice, so that his voice could be heard clearly by everyone present.

Hearing Mark's words, everyone on the field exhaled as if they were burdened, for wizards, the nobles of the kingdom are no strangers, but the wizards who came to Sumen Island, a place where birds don't, are a little suspicious of their purpose. If only I had to take a break with the help of the carriage -

"Uh--of course, my lord, your will is our will!, my lord!" a middle-aged man in a fancy robe in the convoy walked up to Mark with a few soldiers in front of him, bowed deeply, and then made an exaggerated gesture to invite Mark to go that way.

Shirley beside her was about to say something, Mark gently pressed her hand, and then looked at the robber Fang Dao on the other side, who was all dressed in black:

"What are you doing here, do you want me to invite you to dinner?"

The leader of the black-clothed side was masked, did not speak, paused for a moment and waved his hand, and in just ten minutes, everyone withdrew without hesitation.

"It's really well-trained, I don't believe there are too many of this kind of army in the Shelley Kingdom, right?" Mark sighed.

The old man leading the way in front of him trembled when he heard Mark's words, and almost fell to the ground. Trembling, he led Mark to a luxurious carriage, crawled to the ground, and respectfully invited Mark to board the carriage.

"Brother, what is your idea? What are you lying to when you are tired of flying?" Shirley grabbed Mark's arm as soon as she got into the car and asked in a low voice.

"Hey, my good sister, aren't you going to have compassion and plan to save these people? I just don't want to kill too many people and let too much negative karma be tainted with them. Let those men in black retreat. We're not in a hurry anyway, are we?" Mark squinted comfortably as he leaned back against the floppy backrest.

"Well, well, I don't know how far this is from the royal capital. Seeing Mark's reluctance to speak, Shirley pouted and opened the curtain to look outside.

The convoy was simply packed up and began to continue on its way, a huge caravan of more than two hundred guards, more than a hundred merchants, handymen and coachmen.

Mark and Shirley's cart were at the center of the line, while Thorne and Sophia stood next to the carriage. After walking unhurriedly, they finally came to a lake just before sunset, and the convoy began to echo back and forth and prepare to camp for the night.

When the tent was set up, the old man in the gorgeous robe came over, respectfully asked Mark to get out of the car, and led him to a campfire in the center of the tent. Dinner at the campfire was ready, a jar of wine, plus some pastries and roasts.

It's good to have these things when you're out and about, Mark doesn't care, and beckons to Shirley with a calm face, and Thorne and Sophia sit down on the low stool and start enjoying dinner.

"Hello, my name is Feng Jinuo, they are all quietly discussing, saying that you are wizards, are you wizards?" a little girl's voice sounded behind her.

Mark didn't seem to hear and continued to eat the roast in his hand, while Shirley turned her head, pursed her lips and smiled at the little girl behind her.

The people around them were all avoiding the Mark Four like snakes and scorpions, and this little girl named Feng Jino didn't seem to be afraid, she stared at Shirley with big eyes and curiosity, waiting for Shirley's answer.

"Yes, I'm a wizard, little girl. Look-" Shirley waved her hand, and a ball of water glowing with a pale blue light appeared in her hand, and she tossed it into the air, and then "boom-" exploded, and then the whole sky was occupied by a pale blue light, falling like a meteor. After doing this, Shirley glanced at Mark triumphantly. This is the pyrotechnic bomb she made herself before she became a full-fledged wizard.

"Wow—that's beautiful!" Girls have a natural desire for beautiful things, and Feng Gino is no exception. There was a lot of brilliance in his eyes, and there was a hint of reverence in his gaze at Shirley.

"Excuse me, can I become a wizard like you?" Feng Gino involuntarily took two more steps forward, looking at Shirley expectantly.