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The countess in the creaking carriage was very surprised: "How~~ How are you?, I thought it was~~Yes~~" Pastor Elilu on the other side did not correct her misunderstanding, and said with a smile: "The skills of the beast tamer are very rough, and although the beast can be strengthened by 'natural armor', at most it is at the level of heavy scale armor, and when it encounters an enemy with strong attack power, it becomes a live target and the mage's resistance is low. When he met a master of mages, he also became a live target. That 'Inspire Excellence' skill only adds some life and toughness, and you have to go into battle yourself, and you can only be activated when the monster is close to you. It's really useless, it's speechless, then the sheriff will definitely strengthen his vigilance, and no matter how bad it is, he will get a summoning scroll at a high price to protect himself. It's hard to sneak up on him so easily. Only by improving your own skills and allowing monsters to be strengthened can you have any hope of victory. ”

Being able to say it so thoroughly, the countess became more and more sure that it was this 'Priest Elilu' who saved her, so she hurriedly asked, "Are you willing to teach me more powerful skills?"

This question is really strange, but the countess has immediately nodded nervously and replied: "I can only have a few simple 1st and 2nd order arcane arts, and I really can't ~~ get on the table." I don't know if it's okay~~. As for the magic pet, not for the time being. What are you trying to teach? I'm afraid it's too high for me to learn. ”

Pastor Elilu on the other side replied with certainty: "It's not a high-end thing - I want you to double cultivate the mysteries, and put the methods of strengthening the magic pet in the arcane to your animal companions, so that he can have stronger life, stronger body, and more stable spell resistance."

Of course, by the way, let's also see how Mother Earth Goddess turned a 'beast tamer' who could only control ordinary animals into a strange body like you that could control giant monsters.

Sihavo, who had been following the smuggling team on the country roads for several days, finally saw the old castle and the looming low manor houses among the lush greenery, and seemed to have a dry place to stay, and finally could rest for the night.

It's just ~~ Why is the old and old castle smoking everywhere? It seems to be robbed by robbers in broad daylight, but what is even more surprising is that the small castle is flying out of the small castle with golden feathers and vigorous griffins, with bright sun flags and majestic battle priests and heavy crossbow holy warriors flying out sideways, with an inviolable momentum and arrogant departure, leaving the fireworks-like old castle in the wind and leaves slowly moaning in grief.

"What the hell is going on?" the panicked Sihavo and the cautious smuggling caravan did not send someone to the manor in front of them to inquire about the news until the griffin battle mages in the sky disappeared into the vast mountains and forests: "It was a noble castle, they resisted taxes and plotted to rebel, and they were captured by the security team composed of the Church of Pero and the griffin mages. The king now has a war to fight and is in dire need of a lot of money. Touching his moldy head at this time is purely looking for death."

"Hmph" Yellowbeard snorted coldly: "Next, those local officials are going to come over to divide this manor." Hmph, all lies are lies" He suddenly became excited, pointing to the decayed old castle that was gradually engulfed in the smoke of arrogance, and scolded: "You are also fools who fell for the tricks of others back then, and surrendered with the weapons in your hands in vain, and you deserve to be a slave for the rest of your life, but now you want to rebel? Jokes, where is the time to rebel now? Aren't those guys with snakes and scorpions just trying to covet your land under the banner of the king? Aren't they just going to occupy your manors and castles? Let them be given as long as there is a life, and there will be a chance for revenge in the future, and it is good to be served by others in a justifiable pot, waiting for the whole door to be beheaded."

The heads of the stumps were hung in front of the tall and mighty gates of the town in a crude wooden cage, and the miserable death of bleeding from the mouth and nose was revealed under the scorching noon sun: the head of the old man who was a nobleman stared at the eyes of death, Sticking out his disgusting iron-blue tongue, it was like a one-headed hungry ghost in mid-air staring at all the timid pedestrians who came and went below, telling everyone that he had been strangled to death, then cut and bled before his head was cut off, and the head of his son, who was the heir, in a creaking wooden cage next to him, had his eyes closed, as if he was frowning and smiling strangely, and no one knew what he was smiling at. Maybe he is smiling that he can finally get rid of this nominal and increasingly desperate 'aristocratic life'. The head of his once elegant wife was already in the third bloodstained wooden cage, and only a stumbled head with unkempt hair and a bloody face could be seen, which had long been unrecognizable like a red ghost. A qiē beauty and elegance left her forever, disappearing in the faint bloody wind.

As for their children, they were like kittens whose heads had been cut off, piled up haphazardly in a bitter wooden cage, and the blood that flowed from the young necks stained the bottom of the cage, and fell deep into the dust below, and stained a bleak piece of dirt.

Looking at the red and black soil, the bitter Ayar finally relented, as a descendant of the nobility, he was depressed for every minute he stayed in this kind of place, and only by leaving early could he get a moment of peace in his soul. So he took a deep breath, held down the hilt of his sword, which was getting colder and colder, and hurriedly walked back to the station of the security anti-smuggling team, and officially reported his resignation to the captain.

The captain, who was worried about something, put away his thoughts, and after approving his request, he stepped forward and said kindly, "Don't forget my letter to you." When you get to the provincial capital, you must have more contact with my son Kang Yesi. Alas~~ I haven't seen him for a long time, and his two brothers miss him too. Take a good look at him for us~~ He said wistfully: "If I have the opportunity in the future, I will also go to the provincial capital to see you." I hope you can all thrive and live up to the hopes of those of us who are fathers~~"

Ayar nodded and got up to take his leave, but the sheriff stopped when he dropped him to the gate: "If you go on the road, I won't send it - I always felt that the monster was still staring at me the other day." Alas~~ I didn't even dare to go out of the door. I hope that the Pelo Church can find the real culprit as soon as possible and will definitely burn him to ashes."

A week later, news finally came from the Church of Perro: "We have received an even more important task - someone has attacked and killed four fighting griffon mages in charge of taxes in the countryside, and the real culprits have not yet been identified." We're going to go to the countryside and investigate carefully. You can only take a break. ”

"Wait," the sheriff said to himself, "Are all the High Priests leaving? Unexpectedly, the other party really replied: "Yes, they are all transferred." You also know that the king is in a hurry to collect taxes right now. At this time, the attack on the tax collector made the governor extremely angry, and urged us to investigate. In order to solve the case as much as possible, the only way to do this is to transfer all the senior priests and participate in the investigation organized by the tax officer. Please forgive me. This sentence made the sheriff's heart flutter in a panic - the two high priests in the city are gone, and if the monster knows the news, Ash will definitely come and attack me quietly. How's that?

Fortunately, he had a quick brain, and immediately had an idea, so he stepped forward and recommended himself: "I will also go to be the king's sheriff, and this matter is also related to my duties." I know people in every village, and I may be able to help you solve the case as soon as possible by going to investigate with you."

Stay by the side of the high priest, and there are also large and small tax collectors from mages next to him, and the monster doesn't dare to mess around hahahaha~~

On the third day, they had already visited half of the villages, questioned one local after another, and held one prophecy after another, but to no avail. It's just that the sheriff who followed him was tired and half dead—this is twice the amount of work I usually do

While he was sitting on a big rock at the edge of the village, rubbing his sore waist, Priest Pero had already walked into the small village in front of him with a few griffon battle mages with unkind faces, and continued to ask the villagers, perform prophecy spells on the spot, and use the light of the sun to detect if any suspicious people had recently passed through the area, etc.

Among them, the lower-level tax collectors who were mages were particularly loud, and they could be heard shouting loudly in the village, startling a panicked footsteps and the noise of the villagers. Even the sheriff who was resting at the entrance of the village felt harsh when he heard it: "Snort~~ These guys are very loud, and their spells are much more effective than their spells." It is estimated that when taxes are collected, people can be scared to death without spells. Hmph, you are scavenging everywhere every day, and you deserve to die a few times if you make money like you, you will have to slip away to other places in seven or eight years. If you stay in the local area, you will be hated by a large number of people, and sooner or later you will be attacked. You guys spend a lot of money every day, and you should pay a price. ”

It's a pity that in reality, it must be the powerless and powerless people who pay the price -- there was a sudden loud noise in the village and the voices of men and women crying and pleading, and it is estimated that the tax collectors have encountered some tax evasion incidents, and are now looting valuable things to deduct taxes by picking up houses and demolishing houses. Hmph, you scavenged ten points, at most four points, and the remaining oil and water are big~~Alas~~ much happier than Lao Tzu. My son is also not successful, if he had become a full-fledged mage first, and then become a tax collector, our family would have become rich and wealthy, maybe even a castle could have been bought. We can also enjoy the treatment of "aristocrats", if we can get in touch with the people in the provincial city, struggle for five years and ten years, and become a big tax collector~~Alas~~ Enjoy endless glory and wealth, walking on the street is more majestic than the supervisor. Alas~~ Don't think about it in your life, it's all fate~~

When he was secretly envious, jealous and hateful, he suddenly came to the village, and there was a more violent commotion - it was actually the priest of the Pero Church who quarreled with the mages and tax collectors.

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