"Damn, what kind of clothes did you buy me, can people wear them?"

Lei Wente tugged at the tight swordsman's suit in annoyance, and the chic clothes on his body were stunned and deformed with some funny effects.

"My lord, this is already the most cost-effective clothes for your body shape. If you go to order, not only will it take more time but also charge double the price, because of this period of expenditure, your magic crystal reserves are running out, and you shouldn't spend too much money in unnecessary places. ”

Don Quixote cupped his eyes and stood indifferently beside him, as if he were the most pragmatic housekeeper.

Revent felt that he was about to go crazy, and he found a reason to complain, and after he relented for a while and handed over most of the magic crystals to him, he realized that this was such a big mistake.

No matter how much he coerced and seduced, Don Quixote was like a most chaste saint in terms of money, refusing to show his lower body at all.

"You old miser, sooner or later you will get your revenge sooner or later."

There was no way out of it, Lei Wente could only scold and walk outside, the scheduled time was almost up, and he had to prepare something.

"I wish you success, my lord."

With a flat wave of his hand, Don Quixote seemed to be bidding farewell to a martyr who was gone forever.

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Eight snow-white wildebeests, without the slightest variegation. The strong muscles bulged out in chunks, and from time to time they snorted and leisurely dragged a gorgeous carriage.

The walls and roof of the car were completely removed, replaced by carved wooden railings that were hollowed out around the car, with shimmering magic attached to them, and from time to time emitting a charming soft light.

There was a circle of tall and tall mercenaries around the carriage, and the whole guard surrounded the cart with water, and faint complaints could be heard through the cracks.

And a handsome young man in the convoy did not shake his long pale blonde hair and show a chic smile to the woman in the car.

Dry! It's like a cowherd.

Of course, this sentence is Revente's evaluation.

He sat on a very large treetop branch at the edge of the forest, nibbling on a reddish fruit as he watched his target in the car. A small squirrel chased a fallen pine chestnut, and one rolled over and landed lightly on his chest, holding the treasure-like pine chestnut, the squirrel looked curiously at the fruit in his hand and did not leave.

Revent turned his head in interest and gave the little creature a friendly smile. But with the relative gaze, the light squirrel hair exploded directly, fainted with a chirp, and fell from his chest.

"Ye is still so charming."

Someone took a bite of fruit obsessively and said shamelessly.

The elongated pupils contracted.

Although they were nearly 100 meters apart, he could see everyone in the team clearly.

With a grin, he spat out the kernel in his mouth and mocked quietly.

"Hunting is even a carriage, is that eldest lady with paste in her head?"

It seems that he has some truth in what he said, but to put it bluntly, this product is just jealous of the imbalance in the treatment of the two parties.

At this moment, there seemed to be a commotion in the convoy, because the distance was too far for Raymond to hear clearly.

In the ornate carriage, a girl about the age of eight in a tight leather wrap hunting suit was pacing her little feet in annoyance, and the deerskin boots also made a thumping sound from the wooden board, and she threw a teacup on a mercenary and opened her mouth to start a temper.

"Why do you keep following me, I want to hunt alone, kill monsters, ride horses, you go away!"

The more humble appearance is full of highlights that make those special hobby people crazy, even normal people can't help but take care of it, natural character, natural beauty, this eldest lady seems to think that the elf who has not been polluted by the sinister nature of the world, said fashionable, called a cute mess.

The delicate teacup lightly slammed into the chest of a mercenary, then fell to the ground and shattered.

The mercenaries seemed to have long been accustomed to the little girl's character, and their faces did not change at all, they nodded formulaically and replied flatly.

"Miss, this is the order of the regiment commander."

"Order, order, order! Won't you say something else, all... Let's all die. ”

The eldest lady stamped her feet angrily, turned around and sat in the corner of the carriage, sulking alone with her back to her.

She didn't see that the moment she turned around, a group of mercenaries breathed a sigh of relief, and then quietly accepted the inadvertent pampering look, this innocent lady has always been the baby of the group, everyone has to harden their hearts every time they refuse, she seems to be like everyone's daughters, so that these older men who only know about Miss Prostitute and don't go to find a wife seriously have found some elder love.

But fortunately, Lei Wente didn't know what the mood was, so he was a little far away and didn't hear this conversation. Otherwise, he would not have fallen under the pomegranate skirt with starry eyes in the first place, but would first make a reasonable evaluation of the IQ of the young lady who said this, and then excitedly tell himself that the task was too simple.

I don't know if you just give a candy to eat, and you can take the bait.

Lei Wente, who seemed to feel something in the distance, sighed in advance like a god.

And unlike this person who doesn't understand women, the high-spirited handsome young man in front of him is obviously a veteran of judging women. Looking at his eyes full of fascination with Venus, it seems that he also has some special hobbies.

This man's name is Devran Marcy, and he seems to be the third son of the leader of the Second Mercenary Regiment, and he is a scrap wood playboy who is obsessed with all kinds of women.

And this eldest lady is called Christina Vivian, who is cherished by her father like an animal, and she is indeed like an angel who does not know the world.

Revent touched his chin, recalling the information in his mind.

The second mercenary group, it seems that there is something unusual about it. It's a pity that there is too little information to make an accurate judgment.

Marcy patted his beloved horse under his crotch, turned around with a dashing nose, and came to the sulking Vivien with just the right coquettish smile, first glanced at the silent mercenaries around him with some anger, and then adjusted his expression and said with some hoarseness.

"Beautiful Vivien, you are like an angel who has fallen into the mortal world. I apologize on behalf of you for the fact that I am enchanted by your beauty, and I apologize on their behalf for the sadness on your face. ”

The convoy was gradually approaching, and Marcy's words naturally reached the ears of Leiwent at the top of the tree, and he blushed so much that he couldn't spit it out directly.

Beasts! This kind of shameless words can be said openly. But shamelessness is indeed invincible, and the little girl is dangerous.

The affectionate words and the hoarse voice are indeed full of lethality, at least it proves that this boy is a veteran, not a complete straw bale. Of all the men, it seems that only the old liar he met that time has more real charm than him.

But then Revent blinked unexpectedly, and the brain-dead woman's reaction surprised him.

It didn't seem to be indulging in it like a nymphomaniac, but jumped up angrily all of a sudden, and pointed at Marcy with a little finger and retorted.

"Uncles aren't subordinates, Vivien doesn't blame them, I don't need you to apologize. What appears on my face has nothing to do with you. ”

The horse slapped on the horse's leg, and Marcy smiled awkwardly and opened her mouth to make up for something. Vivien had already turned her head and had started arguing with those mercenaries again.