Chaos God

Alan lay on the grass again, with a grass stalk in his mouth, staring blankly at the floating clouds in the sky, the horse next to him was not tied up, but never moved away, just flicked his tail calmly and lowered his head Eating its grass, Ai Lanxu continued to stare at the blue sky, hoping to see the magic horse in the floating clouds... Ah bah bah, godmother, it's not that I don't want to join that guild, it's the guild leader's requirement for membership It's too harsh and I get dizzy looking at it.

Ailan thought of those conditions for joining the group that were not only perverted but also perverted. She said that she should wash up and go to sleep. The first three are fine, but the latter one requires her to compose her own twelve-line poem... oh well, forgive me kill her.

There was a grunting sound in his stomach. Alan rubbed his stomach and got up, took out his shriveled wallet again, and shrank shamefully, "Didn't you say that we recruit soldiers from various territories throughout the year? The quota for cavalry is already full. Just dislike me for being short, right? Don’t think I didn’t see you guys drooling at my horse, bastard!” Thinking of this, Ailan’s forehead crumbled into a crossroads, forget it, now it’s time to find a decent job Work to earn food or something...

Fortunately, Alan's luck is not too bad. She found a job as a blacksmith's assistant in a certain territory. She thinks she has no problem with blacksmithing. Although the salary of the blacksmith's shop is not too high, but At least she could feed herself. She looked at the batch of daggers and arrow clusters she had made by herself, and expressed her satisfaction.

The Celts are warlike, and when they have no enemies, they can fight with their own people happily, and the sturdyness of Celtic women is not covered. They will insult the enemy on the battlefield and encourage their own side to fight against each other. Once the men retreat, what they may have to face is not the enemy's sword but the arrow clusters and battle axes from their own women.

The Celtics are so belligerent, and the demand for sophisticated weapons is actually quite large. Alan said that maybe he can be a blacksmith here with peace of mind and maybe earn money?Of course, if her two godmothers knew about this idea, they would throw her back into the oven and rebuild her.

She pulled out the newly cast iron sword, and slashed down on the wooden stake with the strength of the experimental sword. She raised the sword and dropped it. No.

"Very good, Alan." The master blacksmith slapped her on the back violently, the impact almost made her fall headlong into the pool cooling the metal, "Ouch...Smith...you give me a little light One point, do you know how strong you are?! My lungs are about to burst out, if I die that day, I must be shot to death by you!"

"Haha... huh?" Smith has brown hair and a bushy beard, and his body looks quite muscular. The strong man, who is nearly two meters tall, smiled naively and scratched his head. Lan was originally short, and now he looked especially short standing in front of him, "By the way, Alan, the Fiona Knights have started recruiting new warriors again, do you want to try it?" Time flies, and now the distance from Alan It has been nearly half a year since she was kicked out last time, she curled her lips, "Forget about that perverted regiment entrance exam, and I'm not from a famous family, even if I join, I'm just a third-rate cavalry, why don't you stay here Be a first-class blacksmith."

In the past six months, she has never lost her sword skills, riding skills and archery skills, but to be honest, Ailan is not a combative person. If she can, she would prefer the little days when Nongfu Spring has a little field, such as She said that the days she spent in the blacksmith shop felt very fulfilling.

Just because she is not warlike doesn't mean that others are not warlike. In fact, without these skills, Alan's journey would never be easy. There will be no peace.

She is not from aristocratic background, not a lady of great family, and not as charming as those young ladies wearing silk and satin with a large dowry family background. She is just an ordinary female warrior, and she also has the "do not accept any man in the world." She couldn't be more aware of the prohibition of "showing love", it is not easy for her life to be as peaceful as it is now, and she will not think about other things.

As for the next thing, let's take one step at a time. After all, she is living in this era now. If she couldn't accept it when she first came here, if she couldn't accept it after living for more than ten years, she would have to die.

This has nothing to do with being open-minded or not, it's just a matter of accepting the reality or not. Since you have nothing to do, then accept your fate and live up to your own destiny, that's all.

"Alan! How about going to the tavern with me for a drink?" Banquets are reserved for the nobles, but the tavern is indeed a holy place for carnivals. Smith seemed to want to slap Alan on the shoulder hard again, but remembered that he had just been complained about not doing it right. He withdrew his hand and scratched his head, Alan burst out laughing, "If Grace still chases me like last time and wants me to sleep with her, then I still won't go." The Celtic girl especially Ellen, especially country girls like Grace, who would sometimes make unsolicited sex invitations to boys and refuse them was considered bad manners, and Alan had been shot once.

The last time she was shown love by Grace, she ran away in embarrassment, this time she didn't dare to try again.

"Hey! It's been so long, you still remember! Grace didn't say anything, what are you talking about!" Smith grabbed Alan's neck and dragged him towards the tavern.

Being begged for sex by an unrestrained girl... It's an embarrassing experience...

After all, Ailan is wearing men's clothes now, and her body... She couldn't help reaching out and touching her chest, tears streaming down her face, why a girl who was about the same age as her had two chests, so she couldn't help drooling A fat hill with a beautiful shape and a very elastic look, only myself... dryly supporting an A... Is there such a big gap between the eastern and western races!

She had no choice but to comfort herself with tears streaming down her face, isn't she just A... breasts|grooves or something... it will be there if you squeeze it... there is your sister!Who squeezes that thing all day long!Throw a Smith!

Cough cough, let's get back to the topic. In the final analysis, although Ailan is a little short, she is relatively shriveled and thinner than the group of mercenaries around her, and her muscles are not exaggerated. , the muscles that are not exaggerated can brew powerful strength, and Alan's outstanding skill is known to everyone after she easily knocked down two heavily armed mercenaries, plus she is better than those sweaty masters They are delicate and handsome, so naturally they are easy to get the favor of girls.

Of course, Ailan often heard those girls chatting together. What can a group of girls talk about together?It was nothing more than clothes, jewelry, perfume, and men—so she often heard a name with a very high appearance rate—Diarmuid Odina coming out of the mouths of those girls.

They talked about his hair, his eyes, and his feet and his behavior... Anyway, as long as a group of girls get together, Alan can always hear this name that makes her ears callous——Di Lu Muduo, chief knight of Fiona Knights, grandson of Odina, sweetheart of women in the world.

Isn't he just a man?What's so strange about Alan thinking this way?She has always wondered why these girls are so fond of talking about such a man.

Until she was among the crowd and saw all members of the Fiona Knights dispatched to welcome the "sweet woman of the world" back from the elf's underwater kingdom, she saw the vigorous young man on the horse for the first time, and her heart ached. She jumped wildly for no reason, and an inexplicable sweetness surged from her heart without warning.

She subconsciously pressed her hands to her chest, as if this could calm her beating heart, "Diarmuid, the grandson of Audina, the sweetheart of every woman in the world..." She finally understood the meaning of this sentence, there is no one in the world A woman would refuse to commit her love to this man.

However, when she saw the rather familiar... yellow flamboyant short gun on his back, the inexplicable sweetness in her heart suddenly turned into Taotao's anger: Damn it!It turned out to be you kid!

The author has something to say: The girl has poor anti-magic ability and is confused by the mole... About the location of this mole... Celtic mainstream mythology says it is on the forehead, FZ says it is a mole of tears, and various versions say this mole is a dragon Seeing the head but not the end... shoulders, feet, forehead, all kinds of things, here... in terms of tear moles.