Uriel noticed York looking at him and couldn't help but take a step back. "Let's go," he said angrily. "Go straight along the market and turn right at the end to reach Nancheng District."
"Let's go find the gangsters hiding in Bonfire Town." So why did we come to Winnie Watts?
"I've only been to Bonfire Town twice." York put his sword back into the sheath and walked out with brisk and agile steps. "It's much colder there than in Whinneys. Even the Mystics have to wear furs. I know where the cloaks are strongest. They never appear in the fairs."
It seemed as if he would be struck with a sword if I tried to stop him again. Uriel was already feeling a little cold due to the consumption of magic power: "Hurry up! I hope I can get back to the city in the afternoon. Do you think my mentor will scold me?"
"He may beat you, or he may not." The mercenary laughed happily, "In fact, I think the envoy's temper is good enough."
"How do you say this?"
"Ez told me that when he was still working at Croita, he would scold those clumsy plant apprentices from morning to night every day. Once he found that someone actually used real pebbles instead of nichirin jade, so Eze gave the other person a flower pot and told him when the stone bloomed, he could graduate." York said while laughing.
The road to Bonfire Town was much easier than when entering the city. The cloak made of monster skin was expensive and warm, and the thick black gloves made no one from the city guard dare to stop them. But these are not important. Uriel was worried about another very critical issue throughout the journey——
"Are you sure it won't knock me off?"
The apprentice pulled on the horse's reins. He felt that if he raised his body slightly, he would roll under the shoe. The fluffy horse's mane was filled with the smell of sweat, and the saddle buckle and belt were only used to give him psychological comfort.
"It is the instinct of a warrior to control a mount." The mercenary rode forward, patiently refraining from speeding up in order to take care of the apprentice's feelings. From time to time, the horses neighed as they pulled. "Since you are already at the ring level, you can definitely do it."
"Who gave me time to practice?"
"Instinct doesn't need practice, just like a baby doesn't need demonstrations when sucking." York said naturally. He even let go of the reins while running and stood on the saddle as if performing a trick. "This requires hard practice."
Uriel was stunned. "Why doesn't it throw you off?"
"A trained mount is very docile and will obey orders honestly. As long as you are not afraid."
"It's not a matter of fear!"
"Okay, there's nothing to be ashamed of. I didn't even see this animal before I left the Twinkling Pool. As a result, as soon as I rode on it, I knew how to make the horse obedient. This is a professional convenience."
"Isn't it okay if you're not a warrior?"
"That depends on luck. Anyway, as far as I know, most warrior professions are like this."
Like Charge, Mystical Infusion eliminates the need for years of accumulated effort. Uriel vaguely realized that fire-related abilities were provided by laws. Controlling a mount was like Joey controlling ice and snow. Who knows how magic was done... No, there was still a difference. Skills were not magic.
He raised his body slightly, but the cold wind that came in his face failed to lift his cloak. Uriel tightened his grip on the horse. At this moment, he suddenly didn't regret carrying Joey and leaving Winnie Watts.
…
The dwarf was almost knocked over by the air current, and he shouted angrily: "I haven't had anything good happen to me recently!"
"What do you think is a good thing?" His companion grabbed him and avoided the flash of blade light that followed.
The Paladin's techniques were now as familiar to them as to each other. If you have to say there is any inferiority, it can only be the result of the accumulation of magic power. The suppression of mystery makes people uncomfortable, even if these knights are just new to the job. After all, there are many ordinary people at the apprentice level among the mercenaries.
Painter hadn't noticed when Bai was originally forming a team, but now faced with a large number of hard-to-kill iron-shell knights on the ring steps, the big-nosed dwarf wished he could replace the warhammer in his hand with an axe.
"Let's retreat first! York and your friends are definitely not in the bar anymore." Cathy ordered.
The fighting was raging on the streets, but in fact it was the mercenaries who were struggling to resist the sacred magic that kept flying over them, and it was not yet time for a close encounter. Adventurers are undoubtedly good players among mysterious creatures, but compared with the iron cavalry of the Glorious Council that travel across Binya Io, they are still far behind.
That naughty boy is really worried. Painter looked at the galloping silver-armored knight, turned around and went into the alley with the adventurers. Behind him, there was only the sharp and long neighing of the horse that braked suddenly.
…
Uriel turned over and jumped off the horse. His movements were already very formal. The horse turned its head and hit him, its whole body covered in sweat. The apprentice touched its strong back, his thick gloves stained with sweat.
"I like it." The apprentice heard his voice unable to contain his excitement.
"I can see that." York was equally skillful. The two men led the horses behind them, and the sounds of people in the town began to be heard. "Bonfire Town is the border of the border. Although few enemies will emerge from the Morris Mountains, as a part of the Evergreen Vein, its importance is equivalent to the last pass before the Venetian Gate."
"It shouldn't be now." Uriel meant the Valley of Sleep.
"I borrowed your light."
"You play the bagpipe well too."
The young mercenary waved his hands, showing a proud look. "There is a special music academy in Yotsuba City. When I went to their place to audit, I sat at the first table at the door of the classroom, wearing leather armor and a hat. Whenever someone came in for class, they thought I was a newly purchased large doll. .”
"And you're going to jump up and scare them?"
"That's too childish. Even the most boring child would not do that. There are better options - such as using a dagger to open the bag while they close their eyes and indulge in the music, and then watch these people search the room for the prisoner. . After they argue for a while, they might start fighting."
The apprentice was almost out of breath, "I just want to know how much money you lost?"
"You have to believe that magic is useful at this time."
"Used to escape?"
York laughed. “So I ended up being self-taught.”
There is a ditch in front of the town, with water gurgling down, and wooden boards on both sides. Colorful cloth signs are crowded, street stalls sell both cloth and fine wine, and there are countless porcelain, gems, and stone carvings. Salt, spices, and even seafood are not new, let alone smooth fur and carpets.
Even Uriel could smell the smell of fresh walnuts in the air, the plane trees were straight and thick, the flower beds were filled with cornflowers and golden cups; the white walls were covered with red spires, and the square towers and bridge arches were tall and majestic. The mailboxes in front of several doors are painted goose yellow or pink, and are wrapped with fresh green heart-shaped leaves.
The sun was shining brightly in the afternoon, and a flock of pigeons landed on the flat brick floor of the square. The flapping of their wings pierced the noise. These petite birds look much cuter than the short-billed crows and great tits that are supposed to be found at the foot of the snow-capped mountains. And this is not the strangest thing——
The most absurd and comical farce is two streets after entering the town: a quiet and wide waterway runs through the town, with purple boats and long boats floating slowly. The slender and light keel is filled with ancient legends and string songs.
The two people stepped on the gravel ground in front of the town and exchanged looks in surprise.
