It turns out that nothing good ever comes of being outside your sanity.
After using fire magic to completely destroy the remaining pieces of the fruit pulp, and then using magic to erase all the traces of spilled juice on the grass, hands, and clothes, Mogan didn't know how many times he realized deeply that he had always adhered to this theory. importance.
After completely solving the remaining troublesome issues, the time has far exceeded the "safe time" that Mo Gan expected at the beginning.
But there is nothing you can do about it - being irritated by the distant scenery may also be classified as force majeure.
After walking back to his residence calmly and naturally, Mogan soon discovered another uninvited guest.
"With all due respect, Mr. Reynolds, it seems a bit impolite to visit at this time..."
In front of his house is Robbie Reynolds, the rich second-generation store manager with poor talent.
The eye-catching red hair looked more like a bird's nest than during the day, and he probably ran over without taking care of it.
Not only that, store manager Robbie also had an extra pair of black circles under his eyes, and the shadow covering the wounds was even more tragic. Not to mention, his eyes were half-open, and he was leaning against the corner with his back hunched, obviously only one step away from falling asleep on the spot. .
Morgan really couldn't understand why the loud sound of gunfire just now failed to wake Robbie up. If he hadn't recognized it clearly during the day, he might have thought that the town of Windsor had opened up a new business of randomly sheltering homeless people, and assigned a permanent location in front of his door.
But just assigning places without providing beds seems not so humane.
Seeing Robbie raising his eyelids and trying to get up on the spot, Morgan took the opportunity to glance at both sides of his door.
Two green grasses, one on the left and one on the right, are a very pleasant decoration.
Mo Gan felt a rare sense of relief that at least nothing went wrong here.
"So Mr. Reynolds, what do you need to come all the way to see me? Since you don't have to wait until sunset tomorrow to discuss the situation, you must have come to a conclusion now. Or if there is anything else you want to confirm, you can talk about it now .”
He didn't think about opening the door for the moment, because there was another person inside the door, so there was no need to create complications.
Robbie leaned against the wall and clasped his hands, perhaps to resist the too cool wind at night.
"As for this, I think it's better to do as you're told. There's nothing serious to do anyway... No, I'm not here to find you."
Feelings or being sentimental? Morgan was surprised but not angry. After all, he agreed to the planned matter. In a short period of time, Robbie Reynolds could enjoy the exclusive "pardon power" of his guests. No matter how good things are, things that can make a profit are the best.
But then Robbie pulled out something that lifted his spirits in ways he hadn't imagined.
"A man in a white robe came to me to ask for directions and left this behind." Robbie coughed awkwardly, "I accepted it without realizing it at first. Then I thought... I just said a few words, I didn’t do anything, so I can’t just take other people’s things for free.”
The gold nugget he took out was not small. Based on his experience, Mo Gan roughly estimated that it was about the same mass as two and a half gold coins.
"who?"
"The main thing is that he is here to find you. Have you seen him? He has long blond hair and fair skin. He is quite handsome..."
Mogan knew what was going on and was about to speak, but at this moment, there was another rumble of cannons in the distance.
"I'll go, what's going on in the middle of the night!"
Robbie was startled.
It seems that this guy's ears are not weak and he can't hear, he just sleeps soundly.
Then, the people inside seemed to find the continuous loud noises in the middle of the night very disturbing, so they opened the door and came out. With a creaking sound, two grasses fell softly to the ground, and the door of Mogan's house opened, and His Majesty the King walked out.
This is really not the time.
There was another unexpected situation that was not the right time, as if the sound of cannons brought everything to a halt.
A sharp roar came from the distant sky at the same time. Before the three of them looked at each other, their attention was attracted by the high-pitched sound that was too disturbing.
The location of the sound is easy to distinguish, but it is not easy to find the source.
——Because this definite position is actually in the sky.
The dark clouds that had previously obscured the moonlight had completely filled the sky at some point, blocking most of the visible stars and blocking the originally unnecessary view. And the howling is in the clouds, seeming to be getting closer and closer...
Mo Gan felt that the voice was extremely familiar.
Immediately afterwards, as the sound turned from clear to shrill as it got closer, two light gray hooks fell from the sky!
Perhaps the color of the "bird's nest" on Robbie's head was too bright. When he raised his head, he could only stare straight at the hook flying towards him... But the speed was really frightening, and it was still accelerating. , even if it falls on the ground, I'm afraid I will have to drink a pot.
Or is this a state similar to free fall?
Mogan stopped thinking, stretched out his hand to chant a spell, and used magic to slow down the gray falling object.
But the expected deceleration after casting the spell was slower than expected, so he turned his head and was not surprised to see His Majesty Lestus standing at the door with his head slightly raised, staring at the falling object, his eyes following the falling object, his expression He was calm and quiet, his movements unchanged at all.
Attack at the same time, use the same spell, some people only need a look, and some people are still using their hands and feet.
Although Mo Gan felt that he was not very competitive and his movements were graceful and skillful enough, he still felt very uncomfortable.
As long as he knows the facts, his magical ability was crushed during a live performance...
I can only say that it is not very harmful, but it is still a bit insulting.
But Lucifer was obviously aware of someone's move at the same time, and quickly handed over the initiative to transfer. The gray and howling creature also survived like Robbie, and was changed by Mogan. Take the earth into your hands.
Indeed it is.
"This is Hamer... my 'carrier pigeon'." Morgan smiled helplessly, "I'm sorry, it seems to be injured."
The straight-line crash-like speed just now was not normal.
The crisis was resolved so quickly that Robbie probably didn't even realize that his life was in danger, he just felt surprised.
"No, why is your homing pigeon an owl? And it looks so strange..."
Listening to Robbie's constant complaints, Morgan also checked the bird in his hand.
Still alive and kicking, but overtired and a little panicked.
Hammer is an eagle owl with magical talent. He is several years older than Morgan himself. He usually lives in the Grand family's manor. As for the cause of the problem, Mogan almost had the answer in his mind the moment Hammer fell into his hands.
Opening the backpack carried by the owl, Mo Gan couldn't help but twitch when he saw the iron block and a roll of letter paper inside.
For such a big bird, ten kilograms of anti-magic meteorite iron...
Fortunately, in addition to his magical talent, Hammer also has some physical fitness, otherwise he would definitely not be able to persist here.
On the other side, Robbie also discovered that the person walking out of the door was exactly the person he was looking for.
"I'm Robbie Reynolds." He extended his hand to the king, as if he wanted to say hello, "Remember? The shopkeeper who gave you directions during the day."
Lucifer's expression is cold almost all the time, but his nature is obviously not like this, because he will not ignore people.
He spoke honestly.
"I'm Lucifer Rai..."
Mogan quickly noticed the element, quickly raised his voice, and rudely interrupted the king's "solemn speech."
"Robbie, this is Yann Warren, a traveler from afar."
