The First Law God Black History Handbook

At dawn, Thrander walked out of the tent.

Legston was the first to meet him.As for the teams who intend to follow them, everything has been packed and waiting for them.

Karl followed Thrander.

"Good morning, Your Excellency the Mage, Mr. Carl." Legston was full of smiles, not feeling tired or dissatisfied with last night's vigil at all.

Thrander nodded, his eyes paused on Legston's face for half a second, "Have breakfast first, and then go to the carriage to rest."

Legston's eyes lit up, "Of course, my dear mage."

After packing up all the salutes belonging to the Fashen, Karl snorted contemptuously when he passed by Legston who was eating breakfast.

Legston didn't feel angry at all, instead he looked very happy and made a face at Mr. Butler.

His grimace was turned away from the half-joined group, who didn't notice the fighter's childishness, only the grace and swiftness of his movements as he dined.

Linerta moved her position quietly, from the front left to Legston's left.

"Master Fighter, can I sit in the carriage with you?" She had already finished her breakfast at this time, and she had no interest in those steaks grilled on the fire, "I didn't rest well last night. Well, you know. Maybe you can help me talk to that mage."

"Miss Linerta, why didn't you rest well? Did you watch the night like my young master?" Pique gnawed on the burnt yellow sausage, and said very puzzled, "But the carriage is only so big, it can't sleep you So many people."

Peake slept in the carriage last night, where there was another magic tent arranged by Karl.

Both the magic tent and the carriage were equipped with soundproofing magic, which made Little Peake still not know what happened.

He remembered that if the little duke hadn't got into the carriage first to wake him up and told him, he would have overslept!

Lin Erta controlled herself not to lose her temper, lowered her head and said softly: "Why can't I sleep? I saw that mage come out of the carriage last night, and you also came out from there today. It should be very big inside, right? "

Pique swallowed the sausage, and frowned tightly: "Mr. Carl and I are both men, of course it doesn't matter if we squeeze together. Does Miss Linerta want to sleep together with my young master? God, Does Miss Linerta care so much about her reputation?"

Carl, who happened to be having breakfast, passed by and almost laughed out loud when he heard Pick's words.

He smeared jam on the bread left by Mr. Fashen, and said to Pique: "If your young master is half as smart as you, then your breakfast today will not be less than yesterday. Two sausages and five slices of barbecue , and a glass of beer."

Pique grinned: "I believe that the respected mage will not let me go hungry, right? Mr. Carl."

"Of course." Karl laughed.

He distributed the sausage and barbecue on the dinner plate to Pick, "You have to know that my master doesn't like to eat these." After dividing the meat, Carl sandwiched the remaining vegetables into the bread, "But he always Put other people’s needs before your own, so I told me to prepare enough meat—to satisfy everyone.”

"Your Excellency the Mage is such a good man!" Pique, who was munching on slices of meat, did not forget to thank His Excellency the Fashen.

Carl put the rolled bread into his mouth, and Legston stopped eating when he saw this.

"Your Excellency the mage ate very little today," he said.

"Your Excellency never eats much." Carl replied somewhat perfunctorily.

"No, he ate a piece of bread, half a snow cherry fruit, some vegetables, and a glass of juice yesterday."

Carl ignored him.

"He only drank a glass of juice today." Legston didn't care much about Carl's response. He frowned and thought to himself how to send some food to His Excellency Fashen.

"Don't bother. If your lord doesn't want to eat, it's useless to persuade anyone." Carl quickly wiped out the whole bread, wiped his hands, picked up the boiled water and walked towards the carriage.

Legston looked at Carl's leaving back and fell into thought.

Lin Erta is a little afraid of Karl.

The scene of being threatened by the other party last night was still in her mind, so she sat quietly in place when Carl arrived.

But as soon as Carl left, she approached Legston again.

"Your Excellency, Fighter, do you care about that Mister Mage?"

Legston hadn't paid much attention to the girl next to him. When the other party spoke, he found that she was almost on his lap.

"Miss Linerta, please pay attention to your behavior." Legston's handsome face turned cold.

In normal times, he may not have considered the mood of the girl's family, and his words were slightly more tactful.But just now, when he was talking to Carl, he realized that something happened to Lord Fashen last night that he didn't know.

Not only Fashen was affected, but even Karl was affected.

He was deliberately avoiding the topic just now.

This can be seen from the way the other party speaks, how fast they eat, how they withdraw and leave.

So, what happened to them in the tent last night?

Legston was impatient with Linerta interrupting his thoughts.

Morris saw Legston's impatience and stepped forward to persuade Linerta to leave.Although Linerta is willful and savage, she still has brains.She greeted Legston, and followed her brother back to his team.

In this way, Legston immediately noticed the strangeness of their team.

That is, no matter what Linerta does, these people seem to be silent.

Not only did he discover this problem, but even Pique felt it.

"Little master, I've never seen such a strange mercenary group. They... don't look like a team at all, they look like enemies." Pique gnawed on the last sausage, and said vaguely, "Look, The distance between them is not close, as if they are guarding against something."

Legston glanced at him: "Mr. Carr compliments you on your cleverness."

Pique turned his eyes away from those people and looked at his little duke.

"I found that he was quite right." Legston touched his chin, patted Peake on the shoulder, and stood up, "Tell Mr. Carl for me, I'm going to the nearby woods to find something, Just be back in a little while."

The sausage fell out of Pique's mouth, "But Mr. Carl said, we are going to leave as soon as we finish breakfast!" Pique cried silently in his heart, I can't stop Mr. Carl, little duke!

Carl really didn't stay where he was waiting for Legston.

By the time Legston caught up with the team, it was already half an hour later.

With a bulging thing in his arms, fighting spirit was running in his body, he jumped directly onto the carriage, and got into the carriage with a short body.

Carl blushed with anger at his wanton behavior and almost pointed his nose at him and cursed.

On the other hand, Thrander didn't show any expression. He was still leaning in the carriage, flipping through his boring and difficult "Magic Notebook".

"Your Excellency, Fashen, I brought something back." Legston sat next to Thurander, and carefully took out the things in his arms.

Those are three round, white and beautiful fruits.

Each fruit is the size of a fist, and the flesh inside can be seen from the white skin on the outside. It is tender and fragrant, and the smell will whet the appetite.

"Alexis!" Carl exclaimed.

Alexis is a magical plant. Its fruit can be eaten directly or used as medicine. It can also be used as magic material for research and potion making.

However, there are usually very powerful magical beasts lurking around this kind of plant, so few people can collect it.

"Where did you find it?" Karl remembered that Fashen once needed this kind of fruit to make potions, and he searched many material dealers but failed to collect enough.

"It was near the place where I met those people yesterday." Legston pursed his lips and smiled, and Carl noticed a small dimple on his right cheek when he smiled.

For this discovery, Carl's eyes sank.

Thrander put down the book he was flipping through, and looked up at the smiling young man.

"Your Excellency Fashen, please taste it." He handed the fruit to Thurander, who kept the freshest state by separating the air with battle qi, "Maybe it will improve your appetite a little bit."

Thrander sat quietly, not knowing what to think.

Both Carl and Legston waited for his next move.

"I chose you as my companion because I hope you can protect my safety in the next journey, instead of putting myself in a dangerous situation when I am not in danger."

Thurander picked up the book again, and slowly said his evaluation, "You are too reckless. I will not accept such flattery."

The author has something to say: I decided to give Legston a nickname: Squat.

The last word of the name is homonymous, and squatting beside Sese every day, at the feet, beside the car, at the door...

Abbreviation: squatting attack.

There is Lan in Sese's name, and she is lazy. She is afraid of trouble and trouble, so she is called lazy.

Short name: lazy.

Squatting: Today is another day of failure to flirt with my wife, and my heart is dry.

Lazy: No matter whether you are happy or not, you have to pretend to be unhappy, tell the other party that he is not interested, hum.

——Actually, he was worried that the brat would kill himself sooner or later if he was so reckless.Ha ha.