He carried Pandice back to the bed, wiped his mouth with a towel, and then took off her robe and covered her with a quilt. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There was only one bed in the room, and Chris had to lie outside with his clothes.

Soon, Chris also fell asleep.

Pandis's condition gradually improved day by day, her mental strength recovered a lot, her anxiety was reduced a lot, and after three days, when she was already able to cast spells to hide the appearance of the elves, Chris decided to leave immediately.

Although the weather had been quiet these days, the string in Chris's heart had been tightened, and the black mist that had emanated from the death of the adjudicator the other day made him feel very uneasy.

If Mentor Clarke's words come true, at a sensitive time in the theft of the Temple of Light, Pandis's elven identity is likely to attract the attention of the Temple of Light—if the black mist had really conveyed the message.

Perhaps, the last leg of the road before leaving the Booth Empire will have some twists and turns.

Moore Town, which was the border town of the Booth Empire, has a population of more than 20,000 officially inhabited, while the empire has more than 2,000 standing troops, and the rest of the unregistered floating population is close to 6,000.

The reason for this is the seaport of Fell in Mooretown, which is a maritime export between the Booth Empire and other countries, where there are wholesalers with a lot of money, convoys of goods, well-dressed noble gentlemen, gangsters, liars and prostitutes, and the mercenary nature of the whole society is particularly evident here, it is like a brightly decorated hypermarket, as long as you have money, you can have the heart of the most beautiful woman, buy the promise of the most authoritative and powerful people, and enjoy the life of a prince.

The people of the imperial capital of the Booth Empire, as well as the inhabitants of some great cities, would always laugh at the nouveau riche towns like Moore, which could not give birth to a truly elegant upper class, but they could not deny that this was indeed a place where all desires could be satisfied.

The carriage entered this fertile place at night, and the coachman, apparently an experienced fellow who knew the terrain, had sought the advice of Chris and avoided the bustling night market, bypassing the bustling sections of the road and making his way through the upscale residential areas.

At night, the white veil of moonlight poured down, and the whole street seemed white, and on the floors on both sides, some residents still had faint lights shining through the windows, and there were figures shaking from time to time in the pale yellow halo, and the faint and almost inaudible sound of the lyre, the rhythm was brisk, but still a little jerky.

The silence was broken by the jingle of the bells hanging outside the carriage, the rolling of the wheels, and the sound of the horses running as they galloped.

After turning a corner, a horse-drawn carriage suddenly came head-on.

The other was also a two-way carriage, and several horses were neighed at the same time, and the coachmen of both sides, although they were taken aback, both calmly scolded the horses, and drove the horses to the side with their whips.

Fortunately, the street was wide, and there was no collision between the carriages of the two sides.

But the screams of the four horses were still loud, and many people poked their heads out of the houses on both sides of the street.

Chris calmed the frightened Pandice and stepped out of the carriage.

"My lord, I'm really sorry, it's all the villain's fault. ”

The coachman whispered an apology to Chris with a look of trepidation, and Chris only waved his hand and looked to the other side.

Although it was only a two-set carriage, the two horses had slender necks, high armor, narrow chests, often knife-like hind limbs, and strong muscles, but they were the Pabhuwen blood horses that Khris was very familiar with—the war horses in Kib were all trained from this kind of horse, and these two horses were much calmer than the horses in his own carriage: when they were about to collide, they did not bark and run, but braked sharply and then retreated, so they must have been trained to use war horses.

Who would use such a horse to pull a cart?

The carriage is about eight meters long and more than three meters wide, and the outer walls are painted black, which does not look too unusual.

However, when he saw the coachman coming up from the carriage, Chris frowned quietly.

He was tall and sharp-eyed, his stride was steady, the distance between each step remained almost the same at sixty-five centimeters, his left hand swayed lightly, and his right hand always swung slightly more to the left, as if he habitually wanted to hold the weapon on his left side, even if he was not carrying a weapon at his side at this time.

This man, if not a warrior in the army, would be a knight in the Temple of Light.

After he got out of the carriage, he looked around vigilantly, and also looked at Chris's carriage, and then came to Chris, who was outside the carriage, looked up and down with rude eyes, and asked condescendingly, "Who are you?"

In the past few days, Chris no longer wears magic robes, and in order to avoid people's eyes, he does not even wear badge jewelry on his body except for the ring on his hand, and only wears the clothes of ordinary middle class. Of course, in order to cope with the battle that may arise at any time, the jacket is still covered with light armor.

This torture-like tone made Chris frown slightly, and responded, "I'm very sorry, I'm from the imperial capital, and I've been invited to Moore Town to find a friend. ”

The man stared into Chris's eyes, but Fox looked calm: "I'm very sorry for the accident just now, and I'm willing to make compensation for it." ”

Chris pulled out a large handful of gold coins from his pocket and tried to put them in the other man's hand.

But this man just snorted coldly, didn't look at the gold coin in his hand, turned around and left.

Chris raised an eyebrow and walked back into the carriage.

Both sides quickly adjusted their carriages, scolded, and drove in opposite directions.

Pandis asked in a low voice, "Are you alright?"

Chris shook his head, and when he saw Pandis reaching out to lift the curtain of the carriage, he quickly grabbed her hand and stopped: "Don't look at them, the other party may be someone from the Temple of Light!"

Pandis was taken aback and withdrew his hand: "It can't be the person chasing us, right?"

Chris shook his head and said, "Not really!" he muttered to himself, "It's worthy of a theocratic empire, you can see it anywhere, and the road is narrow!"

He turned his head and said, "We'll only stay one night, we'll leave tomorrow!"

Pandis nodded.

Seeing that Chris was still staring at him, he couldn't help but be slightly shy, and said with a red face: "What are you doing?"

Chris still stared at her face, without blinking his eyes, and shook his head, "No." ”

Pandis was stunned: "What's not going to work?"

Chris's face was calm: "You're too beautiful, you can't do this!"

Pandis bit her lip lightly, not daring to answer, only felt her heart beat faster and her breathing was short, and she lowered her head.

Kryss continued, "We must put on some makeup, or we might be in trouble!"

Pandis let out an "ah", not knowing whether to be disappointed or angry. (To be continued.) )