Master loves me alone [Western Fantasy]

The sun, which has been showing off for a day, is finally tired, lying lazily on the back of the mountain.The last ray of light was also put away, and the surrounding environment dimmed at an incredible speed.

"The forest hinders the pace of the knight." What a wise saying.Karl swung his sword to chop off the thick and long vines that grew everywhere in the forest, with the scabbard dangling from his waist, and he kept moving forward——

The forest blocks the knight's steps, but the mighty magician is fearless!Lao Tzu cultivates both magic and martial arts, no matter what difficulties and obstacles!

Carl pushed aside the heavy bushes, bowed and burrowed through, only to see a flat ground, a cluster of bonfires were burning on the soft and wet ground, a roasted rabbit was set on the bonfire, and a person was sitting beside it.

Hearing the noise he made, the man turned his head and looked this way——

Wearing a black magician robe, the sleeves and neckline of the magic robe are embroidered with patterns, he is a magician!

Carl couldn't help but let out a very long sigh in his heart: This man is too good-looking!Did he save the world in his previous life?

As a big man who hardly cares about his appearance, Karl couldn't help feeling a little bit jealous.

The other party has blond hair and blue eyes that are very in line with Western aesthetics, high browbones, and deep eyes, especially wearing a silver mask with golden lines on his face, which makes him look even more mysterious and outstanding.

The mask was only a quarter of a normal mask, covering the eyes on the left side of the face and a small part below the eyes. I don't know how it was put on. Karl didn't dare to look carefully.

With such a powerful aura, he is either a villain or his future number one younger brother!Carl made a decision in his mind.

But what kind of character the other party is, we still need to take a closer look.

So Carl grinned and let out a smile that he thought was charming: Hey!Man, it's getting dark so fast, isn't it?

Cyril raised his eyebrows invisibly, and did not show a trace of intense emotion towards the familiar knight sitting across from him, as if he was neither surprised nor offended by Karl's uninvited visit.

Carl said to himself: "The two of us met here, which proves that there is a wonderful fate. You must also go to Frankz College. How about making friends? My name is Carl Jameson, and brothers can be called I, Jameson, can also call me Carl directly!"

He is a little nobleman with some ability.

Cyril didn't make a disrespectful look up and down, just a false look, and he almost judged Karl's identity and strength.He smiled decently and said, "My name is Cyril Lance, you can call me Cyril directly. If Mr. Jameson doesn't mind, how about sharing this roasted rabbit with me?"

When Karl heard this, his saliva almost flowed out, and he waved his hand quickly: "I don't mind! I don't mind!"

Who knew that he had been eating baked biscuits like sand, black bread like stones, and dried meat like dry wood for days.He really missed the delicious and portable food of Dazhonghuajia.

It's fine for the soul to travel to this world, but the appetite is too bleak.Hey, think about how it feels a little unworthy...

"What's your name, sir? You asked me to call you Cyril, and you should also call me Karl." Karl thought that Cyril was right.

His first sense is very good, and he is very happy: Sure enough, no one like me can resist my charm!

However, a doubt flashed in Carl's mind. Since Cyril has a surname, he should be a person of status, but why is Cyril wearing civilian clothes?

Cyril was kind, and said with a smile, "Carl."

Carl's chatterbox opened, "Which port did you come in from? I came up from the port of Serfinin. I was really unlucky. I encountered many intermediate monsters and a few high-level monsters along the way. My God, The magic beasts on York Island are too scary, chasing them makes me go crazy! Hahaha!"

Seeing his torn and scratched coat, and his boots covered in layers of mud, Cyril thought to himself: I really have something to say, it's a bit stupid to be straightforward.

Cyril is a perfect listener. As soon as Carl spoke, under Cyril's attentive gaze, he almost stopped the car.

The firewood in the fire was crackling, and after a while, the roasted rabbit meat was sizzling, and the fragrant smell went straight to people's noses.Carlton swallowed, his eyes fixed on the rotating barbecue.

"It smells so good? Brother, did you add something to the roasted rabbit? Why are you so greedy?"

Cyril replied slowly, "Honey, brushed honey."

Carl was pleasantly surprised, man!marvelous!

"You actually carry honey with you?" What kind of obsession with the quality of life is this?Not only can you perfectly master the technique of grilling meat, but also with seasoning!Unlike himself, who brought only toasted biscuits and brown bread.

Oh, and chewy jerky.

Cyril said in a humorous tone: "Honey must be served with roast meat, isn't it?"

The delicious roasted rabbit meat was finally ready, Karl showed an impatient expression, his hands were already about to move.

At this moment, there was a rattling sound from the bushes on their left, and a burly man walked over with a sledgehammer that was absolutely impossible to ignore, stepping on the branches of the bushes.

This is a warrior.

Thick saliva was secreting from the mouth of the soldier covered in flesh, he roared in a rough voice: "Hey, you two boys, don't serve the barbecue to your grandpa, or I will knock you out with a hammer!" head!"

It turned out that it was attracted by the smell of barbecue, and Karl was about to go up and teach the big man a lesson, and let this scum know the consequences of being rude to a noble knight!

But before he could make a move, Cyril suddenly raised his left hand, and a burst of light hit the big man. The big man fell to the ground with a bang, and the big hammer hit the side, sinking deeply into the soil.

Carl's brown eyes widened suddenly, and he said in disbelief, "You, kill him?" After the big man fell down, he didn't hear the other person's breathing.

The quiet expression on Cyril's face didn't change a bit, and he explained slowly: "No, it's just a stiff spell, so don't make any fuss."

Karl's tense body instantly relaxed, and he laughed twice.Fortunately, he is also a magician himself, so he didn't even see the basic stiffness technique of a magician!

However, when Cyril released the magic, he actually used instant magic, which is too powerful.Such talents must be made friends with.Carl thought about it.

Cyril took down the roasted rabbit, pulled out a dagger, lowered his eyes and cut the meat.The firelight fell on his face, and a shadow appeared under his eyes.

If it was changed to another place, of course he would directly take the life of that big man!But this is Frankz's test range, killing people would be difficult to deal with.

What a pity—

After sharing a delicious barbecue, Carl patted his stomach very comfortably.Sit for a while, digest food.Cyril moved his right hand slightly, the bonfire went out, and the darkness that had been dispelled by the fire light surrounded him again.

Carl was taken aback, and realized belatedly that this new friend he met seemed to be a fire elemental magician.

Cyril lifted his body and jumped onto the branch of the tree next to him, and sat down on the branch, leaning his body against the trunk. The hem of the magician's robe hung down. Twinkling under the moonlight.

There was a wolf howling in the distance, and Karl stood under the tree and shouted: "Why don't we go straight through the forest? I've asked, and it's said that the sooner we reach Frankez, the better!"

From the tree came Cyril's slow voice, as graceful as the night and full of convincing power. "There are assassins in the forest at night. They are the kings of the night. Believe me, you don't want to meet them. Go in the daytime, it will be much better."

It's not that Cyril is afraid of assassins, they are just some night owls who can only hide in the dark and attack sneakily, but meeting them is too troublesome, why bother?

He closed his eyes, his brows were soft in the night wind, and he muttered silently, the power of magic gently flowing through his meridians, over and over again.

Karl heard it, and after thinking about it, it made sense.Everyone knows that the assassins cultivated by Frankz are definitely nightmares in the dark night. Knights are always hard to defend against assassins, and his magician level is only level five.

Hmm~~~~~

When the night wind blew, Carl shivered.

Let's rest first, Carl found a big tree next to him, and jumped on it like Cyril.

The next day, the sun shone through the dense canopy again.Karl dreamed that he was being chased by a huge furry wolf, turned over, and rolled down from a tall tree branch. He reacted quickly, twisted his waist, turned around, and landed on the ground in some embarrassment.

grass!The furry wolf howled all night, making his dreams full of furry wolves!

Karl took a closer look and found that Cyril had packed up, but the soldier without eyes was still lying on the side like a dead body last night. After a night, the big man was soaked in dew and wet.

I don't know how long Cyril's magical effect will last, but this person is destined to miss Frankez!It was miserable.

Under the bright light of the day, Cyril's appearance is more impactful, and the quenched gold on the mask glistens in the sun.

Carl finally saw clearly that Cyril's mask was hung on the bridge of Cyril's nose and ears in a very ingenious way, which fit Cyril's face very well, so it would not fall off.

Carl pinched the bridge of his nose, wondering: Is Cyril's nose that high?It's so weird to wear a mask like this.

Carl adjusted his clothes by the way, and walked over, feeling a little uncomfortable to find that Cyril was taller than him.You must know that Karl has become a Western race in this life, and he is already 1.8 meters [-], [-] tall.

From this point of view, Cyril was nearly ten centimeters taller than him.

Cyril's posture was very good, standing on the soil covered with deciduous moss, it seemed as if he was standing on a beautiful carpet in the palace, and he was about to attend some social gathering among nobles.

Carl reacted a bit. In the past, his female friends always mentioned a word that seemed to be specially used to describe such a person, called a gentleman——

"Did you sleep well last night? We're leaving." Cyril said softly with a smile.

Karl pulled out his sharp sword, "Let's go! No matter how powerful seniors come to stop me, I, Karl, will definitely be invincible!"