My old enemy finally fell in love with me after rebirth three times

The Merats are a branch of the orcs. They have a lion face and a human body, and their IQ is lower than other orcs. The IQ of a five-year-old child is only [-] years old. The nature of a lion is greater than wisdom, so it is difficult to communicate, and it is not very popular with other orcs. .

They wander around the Learley Plain in the land of no man. Their food is cattle and sheep on the grassland. When the cattle and sheep are eaten up, they rob the travelers along the way of clothing and food. Sometimes they are very hungry and eat directly. drop humans.

The Melrates are proficient in archery, and some older Melrates are even better at archery than humans.

Troy has learned about them in "Traveler's Notebook". A few hundred meters away, an arrow can penetrate a person's head in an instant.

Therefore, the group needs to prevent sneak attacks. Troy and Shelley set up a barrier before completely entering the grassland.

Shelley is a magician of the wind element. Her hearing is very sensitive. As long as there is wind, she can hear some movement around her.

The girl leaned in the carriage, looking at the vast and boundless grassland outside.

Her beautiful eyes glowed with a little light, and this was also the first time she had left the country of Aurora.

When placed in the vast grassland, human beings really seem extremely small.

The blue sky is clear and clear, and even white clouds are very rare.

The breeze carries the faint fragrance of grass, and the fragrance of earth.

Also in the carriage was the youngest man in the caravan. This young man was called Cato, 20 years old, and Mr. Ravenlo bought it from a noble family during the traveling trade.

Slavery has been abolished for a long time, but in some noble families with manors, they still buy some people from poor families to use as "slaves".

"Slave" has no salary, sleeps in a stable, has to work every day, and endures beatings and scolding from the master.

After Cato was beaten to the brink of death, he was sent to the black market by those ruthless nobles to sell at a low price.

This kind of person whose half leg has entered the river of soul is generally not bought by anyone. They spend money to buy it back, and also spend money to treat him. The gain outweighs the loss.

But what is unexpected is that a captain of a traveling caravan bought this man.

Ravenro spent nearly a hundred gold coins and invited a magician of the wood element to treat him, and then pulled him back from the long river of soul.

After that, Cato followed the man all the time. Although the two were not related by blood, they were no different from father and son. The uncles in the caravan also took good care of Cato.

Everyone in the caravan was big and rough, but Mr. Cato was an exception. He was very delicate, maybe because he had stayed in a noble family before, so he knew how to take care of girls.

"I went to buy some pastries when I went out, do you need Miss Shelley?" the young man asked gently.

Cato has a handsome appearance, a rare handsome guy among men, and he has a good personality, patient and gentle.

Shelley looked at him, smiled and said, "Thank you, I just happened to be a little hungry."

At this time, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, and it was already noon.

A group of people walked for a long time. Fortunately, there was no attack from the Merats yet.

What Cato bought was a very delicate mousse cake. There was a round table in the carriage, on which besides the cake, there was also black tea brewed by the young man.

Shelley picked up the small spoon on the side and scooped out a spoonful of the cake.

The young man was very thoughtful, the pastries were kept in a box with ice cubes, and when they were taken out at this time, the flavor was just right.

"The taste is very good." Shelley said, "Mr. Cato's skill in making black tea is also very good."

"Thank you." Cato smiled and said, "When I was in the noble family, the young lady had to drink black tea every afternoon. If she didn't make it well, she would be beaten."

Speaking of this, he suddenly looked a little helpless: "Who would have thought that a young lady who looked so weak would be more ruthless than a man when she beat a slave with a whip."

"..." Shelley pursed her lips and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that Mr.—"

"It's okay, it's all over." Cato's voice was very soft, as if he didn't care anymore.

But listening carefully, Shelley could still hear some trills in the other party's words.

At this time, a face suddenly appeared by the window of the carriage. The young man smiled, blinked, and said to the two people in the window, "The taste is really delicious. It's Earl Gray tea, right?"

Cato looked at Troy and nodded, "Yes, little sir, have you had a drink?"

Troy said: "I have tasted it. This kind of black tea is very expensive. It is only popular among rich nobles. It is a symbol of noble status. I didn't expect that the caravan would have these."

Cato smiled and said, "These are goods. I heard that the elf queen likes human black tea, so I prepared some."

Troy rode a white horse, advancing parallel to the carriage, just enough to see through the window.

There is an exquisite mousse cake in front of Shelley, and there is black tea on the table. There are only Cato and Shelley in this carriage. The carriage is not big, and it might be a bit crowded to accommodate another person, so Troy, who wanted to go in for a while Abandoned the idea.

The sun at noon was a bit venomous, the boy took the fingernail-sized pastry Shelley gave him, waved his hand, and let the elves flying around rest on his shoulders.

Seeing the pastry, the little elf's eyes lit up, and he stopped on the boy's shoulder and finished eating the pastry in three or two bites. He looked at the boy with a happy expression and looked at the boy happily, but then, it heard Troy say: "If you finish eating, use the small Fan me with your wings."

Elf:"……"

Happiness disappeared without a trace on the face in an instant.

"Snapped!"

The puffy little guy "heavily" slapped the boy's face with his little wings, and then reluctantly began to fan the wind.

At about one o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. Ravenlow at the front finally shouted to the people behind: "Rest where you are! Eat something, and start your journey around two o'clock!"

"Okay!" Kraven in the rear compartment responded, with excitement in his words, as if he wanted to rest a long time ago.

The group stopped, and Cato moved out a small foldable table and many small chairs and placed them in a shallow area of ​​grass. Kraven and some others took out sauced meat, beer, and some well-stored vegetables and fruits.

Ravenlo fed some hay to the horses, and the group seemed to have something to do. Troy and Shelley stood where they were, and wanted to go up to help, but found that they didn't seem to need to do anything at the moment.

Shelley ate pastry just now, and she is not very hungry now. She turned her head and was about to ask the boy if he wanted some water, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a little bit of gold on the end of Troy's hair.

The girl paused, then reached out and tugged on Troy's sleeve. When the other party cast a suspicious look, she suddenly tiptoed and whispered in his ear: "Troy, you're fading."

"..."

"Eh?"

The boy touched the end of his hair with his hand, and sure enough, his fingertips were stained with a little gray.

"Follow me to the river, and I'll re-dye it for you." Shelley said.

"Then get some water by the way." The young man smiled, and said to Mr. Ravenlow, "Miss Shelley and I went to the river to get some water. Are there gentlemen's kettles?"

Ravenlo pointed to a pile of jugs tied beside the carriage, "There, thank you."