"Arnold, when will we get there!" said Kira, who was sitting on Mumaru's shoulder and lazily leaning on Mumaru's big head.

"I guess it's going to be soon!" Arthur said casually. He looked in good spirits.

"You said that the day before yesterday, can you change the trick?" said Gila in a very weak voice.

"Well, it's almost there!" Arthur responded.

"You just said that this morning!Forget it, forget it!" said Gila as if she didn't have a common language with you.

"You dead sissy. I really don't know what you think, if it weren't for my mud pills, you wouldn't know where to climb now!" Arthur was speechless about Guila's willpower, this kind of person actually wanted to cross the forest sea. In fact, Gura is not really that weak, when she is just a person, but there is no one to complain about, and when she has a companion, she naturally pours bitter water.

The two have become acquainted with each other these days, and their jokes are unscrupulous. And Arthur also learned that Gila ran away from home and chose to cross the forest in order to avoid being tracked by his family, after all, for the psychic mancer, any road can become his eyes and ears, and find memories from their memories that they may even forget. But the reason for running away from home has been kept secret. Arthur didn't pursue it either.

"You rotten rock, I warned you not to call me a sissy. I'm handsome, handsome doesn't understand. Kira immediately pounced in a rage, crawling over the big head of the mud ball and twisting with Arthur on the other side. It's just that with his strength, if compared to the current Arthur, he will be held down in a few clicks. Gila was very depressed, he knew that he probably couldn't do anything about this guy. But in this kind of fighting, he also experienced something that he had never experienced before. "Rose, the outside world is not so lonely. ”

"Hehe, handsome, let me tell you, my brother was so handsome!" Arthur said with a smile.

"Hahahaha, it's just you, handsome, you're so humorous!" Gila laughed out loud, ignoring the fact that she was held down by Arthur, slapping Mud Pill's shoulder as she laughed.

But he found that Arthur let him laugh unresponsively, and his gaze seemed to be listening to something. After a while, he smiled at him and said, "This time it's really coming!"

"Okay, you haven't said that yet!" said Kira as she lay on the mud pill's head, softened into a ball, and lazily said.

"This time it's real, you'll know it with a smile on your mind. Arthur said.

"Really! that's great!" Gila immediately perked up, closed her eyes, and began her mind probe, under which no spirit creature could hide. Sure enough, Gila immediately felt that there was a dense mental fluctuation in front of her, and that should be the human village.

As the two approached the village, Arthur retrieved the mud pill, took a normal wanderer's robe given to him by Quila, covered his body, and placed his greatsword in Quila's spatial ring. The space ring of Gila is called "Black Castle", and it is something that has been passed down from the family, and something accumulated by a warlock family is something that Arthur cannot guess.

"Who!" asked a young man standing on a rough stone watchtower. Although there are no magical beasts near this village, because it is located on the edge of the forest, there are still patrols organized by themselves.

"We were just passing through and wanted to spend the night here. Gila replied, looking up. At this time, his attractive appearance played a great role, and the young man on the watchtower was visibly stunned for a moment, and then immediately welcomed them warmly. Arthur guessed that if it weren't for his own mission, he might have been ordered to lure them into the village by now.

"Do you think he has a crush on you?" asked Arthur with a slight bump against Gila.

Kira immediately glared back at Arthur, who suddenly felt dizzy. Arthur sighed that the psychic warlock's mental impact was really powerful. Don't dare to continue to joke with him. And Gila was amazed, Arthur's resistance to this aspect, if it was an ordinary person, would have passed out to the ground by now.

There is a small inn in the village, so small that it doesn't even have a name. At the front of the inn was a tavern, and Arthur and the others were now sitting at the large table in the middle of the tavern, waiting for their food. The fat owner of the tavern was called back by a neighbor, and at that time he actually cleaned up his fruit trees outside the village. However, since it was early afternoon, there was no one in the store, so they didn't wait long.

Arthur asked for a whole salad, and he felt that he was in desperate need of a little vitamin right now, if there was such a thing as a vitamin in the world. Gira asks for a plate of pancakes with sugar sauce, and he has a love for sweets, but this makes him laugh at Arthur when he orders. It seemed that this had become a daily pastime for Arthur, and he felt satisfied every time he watched Gila dance with her teeth and claws and unable to do anything about it. And the mental shock is just a faint for Arthur, and the more times Guila uses it, it is a headache. After all, warlocks also cast spells through spirits.

The tavernkeeper had finished entertaining them, leaning lazily against the table at the door, still worried about his fruit tree. But it didn't take long for him to be refreshed, many noisy voices, from far and near, accompanied by a crisp ringtone. The boss hurriedly went out to entertain, and Arthur and Gila also stuck out their heads curiously to watch.

Soon, a convoy came to the door, and many strangely dressed people walked into the tavern. The tavern, which had been empty, was noisy because of the arrival of this group of people. It turned out to be an art troupe composed of wandering artists.

The tavernkeeper rubbed his hands in front of Gila and asked him if he could change the table, he didn't dare to talk to the fierce Arthur.

The members of the troupe also seemed to be amazed by the beauty of Gila and the fierceness of Arthur. The middle-aged man who seemed to be the head of the regiment said boldly, there was no need for this, if they didn't mind, they could eat at the same table with them.

Showing his aristocratic etiquette education, Gila politely declined them and moved to a table next to Arthur. It's just that the eyes keep falling on this group of people. He was genuinely curious about the men, and Arthur continued to chew heartlessly, as if the group of people together was less important than a leaf in front of him.

"Boss Sick, can we make a lot of money this time, it's a commercial capital! I heard that the floor tiles there are made of gold," a brown-haired young man asked a middle-aged man named Hick, but the corner of his eye involuntarily leaned towards Arthur's table.

The autumn sun poured in through the window and fell on Guila's long pale blue hair, which looked extremely soft, and like Arthur, Guila, who was dressed in a robe, hid his gender well, and his neutral and magnetic voice made it difficult to distinguish between men and women. But everyone can't help but take him for granted a woman, after all, how can a man be so beautiful?

"Don't talk nonsense, how can there be golden tiles? And the merchant is very treacherous, and it takes a lot of effort to make money. Hickson reprimanded. He didn't know what these young people thought, but he knew that such a beautiful woman was probably a noble lady who came out to play, and the strong man beside him was obviously her bodyguard. Such people are not something that wandering artists like them can touch.

Although the brown-haired young man was a little dissatisfied, he obviously didn't dare to refute the head of the regiment, and just muttered a few words. I didn't say much, but my eyes kept looking this way, and I quickly avoided it when I occasionally met Gilla's gaze, which was rare and a little shy.

At this time, Arthur, who had finished eating, stood up and asked, "Are you going to the commercial capital to participate in the harvest festival performance?"

Captain Sigg also stood up and said, "Your Excellency's vision is really clever, we are going to participate in the harvest festival, but I don't know what you will do?" Although the boys next to him repeatedly looked at him, he still asked cautiously.

At this time, Gila could no longer sit still, stood up and said, "We will play, he is the flute, I am the harp." He said everything about the harp at hand.

"Yes? That's great, we just needed people. Looking at Lake Guila's blue eyes, Hick couldn't help but agree. But I immediately regretted it, I shouldn't have agreed so easily, and secretly sighed how I was like those hairy children. But he didn't know that Kira, a psychic magician, could easily influence other people's decisions. However, Schick's reaction was not slow, and he said, "But you need to show you your skills." ”

Of course, Gila replied. Although he could make this Sigg do anything, he didn't like it.

"May you perform in our village tonight?" suddenly interjected the tavernkeeper, who had been serving attentively beside him, "everything you have here is free. "The harvest festival is a memorial for the whole continent, but a small village like them can't afford to invite an art troupe to perform, and I just happened to meet one, although the time is not quite right, but it can also make everyone happy.

Sigg thought that it would be good to be a rehearsal here, and it was just a good time to test the level of newcomers, so he agreed.

At this time, Arnold suddenly said: "Please give me a free beer, I want a big one!" The boss laughed and didn't care about giving him a big beer. Arthur ignored the gazes of others, poured most of the cup with a grunt, and screamed cool. Hick regretted that he shouldn't have let such a person join, and Kira bowed her head in shame.

After drinking, Arthur is about to pull Gola away, but Gola insists on paying the bill. Arthur says he'll reward them with beautiful music, and Gila is too embarrassed to take advantage of a vegetable salad and argues.

"Just ask the two of you, what is your relationship?" the brown-haired young man couldn't help but ask.

The corners of Arthur's eyes twitched, and without waiting for Gila to speak, he put his arms around Rose's emaciated shoulders and said, "My name is Arnold, and this is my wife Rose!"

Caught off guard by Arthur's arms, Guila, who fell directly into his arms, heard Arthur's words before she could figure out what was going on, and she suddenly fainted with anger. I can't wait for a "mind blast" to kill Arthur directly.

And Arthur, ignoring everyone's shocked gazes and the fierce struggle of Gila in his arms, put his arms around him or dragged him outdoor.

Note: Itinerant artists usually act independently, and only on certain special days (such as harvest festivals) gather together to form art troupes and perform large-scale performances. Even some large art groups with regular members will let their members go out to find food when business is light.