Macbeth returned half-ringing, buying not the oranges that Richard was worried about, but horses—the reins of the four horses were in Macbeth's hands.

Walking up to Richard, Nancy, and Raymond, Macbeth asked, "Don't tell me, if any of the three of you can't ride a horse, then I'll tie him to the horse." ”

The three Richards shook their heads at the same time and replied.

"All?" Macbeth raised an eyebrow and nodded in satisfaction, "That's for the best." ”

As he spoke, Macbeth handed the reins of the horse into the hands of the three Richards, and walked forward with the three of them, thinking of something as they walked, and said loudly: "By the way, if you answer the question of this island man in the future, it is best not to nod or shake your head." If you really want to answer, you should also change the meaning of nodding and shaking your head. ”

"Huh?"

"That's because people on this island have the opposite of what they mean when they nod and shake their heads – for them, nodding is 'no' and shaking their heads is what they mean is 'yes'. Don't ask me why this is the case, I don't know. The world is so big, anything weird can exist. ”

"Eh......" Many nodded their heads, indicating that they understood.

The group talked like this, walked out of the harbor, and under the leadership of Macbeth, they turned on their horses and galloped towards the depths of the island.

"Da Da Da ......"

......

It is said to be an island, but in fact the whole "Lisburn" island is not like an island, but more like a small piece of land, and everyone galloped wildly for a day, traveled hundreds of miles, changed several batches of horses in a row, and finally reached the top of the island, the border between one country and another in the middle of the night.

There were not many troops on the border, but there were a large number of outposts.

At this time, a hundred meters away in front of everyone, there was a sentry post, stuck in the path of a valley.

The silhouette of the outpost in the night looks like a lighthouse, but it is much shorter, just two simple stories. At this time, the top floor was shining brightly, and there was a faint sound of soldiers patrolling and talking.

"Master Macbeth, are we going to go over like this?" Nancy looked at Macbeth and asked in a low voice, "Won't you be checked?"

"Hmm-" Macbeth stopped his horse and stared at the outpost, frowned, and said in a low voice, "The inspection is absolutely clear, and the country we are going to has always been very strict with entry control. Originally, I was thinking of entering from a weak place on its border - the last time I visited, there was no outpost here, and who knew that a new one would be built so quickly. ”

Macbeth spoke, his eyes sharpened slightly, and he looked at Richard, Nancy, and Raymond: "But it doesn't matter, I'll deal with them." Whereas...... You are right here, do not move. ”

"Uh. Nancy and Raymond replied.

Richard is: "......"

Macbeth did not notice the strangeness of Richard's expression, and quickly rode forward, approaching the outpost.

In the darkness of the night, Richard, Nancy, and Raymond soon heard the sentry's shouting: "Who? Do you have a pass? Dismount and be inspected, or else ......"

"Ahh

Soon, the sentry's shouting turned to screaming.

The next moment, the sound of a large number of sentinels gathering sounded.

"There are enemies!"

"Enemy attack!"

"Alert!"

"Attack!"

And then there'......

"Ahhhh

The screams rang out, and the night seemed to boil, but soon silence returned.

"Da Da Da", the sound of the horse's hooves sounded, and Macbeth rode back from the night, walking in front of everyone without a trace of blood on his body.

While wiping his hands with a clean white handkerchief, he said to everyone: "Okay, now that the outpost doesn't exist, we can go." ”

"Forehead ......"

Macbeth pulled the reins of his horse, turned his horse's head, and galloped at high speed in the direction blocked by the outpost, with Richard, Nancy, and Raymond quickly following.

......

In the blink of an eye, it was dusk the next day.

With the last rays of sunlight shining on the horizon, Macbeth led the three Richards to a bustling city, and then dismounted in front of an inn.

Handing over the horse to the innkeeper, Macbeth led the way into the inn, the Kumquat Inn.

The new guy ran up to greet him, Macbeth didn't say much, he spilled a lot of money, gave a quick order, and the guy responded like a chicken, and then trotted to get ready.

After a while, Macbeth and the three of them sat down around a large table in the corner, which was filled with sumptuous food: fat steers, smoked duck with black sauce, freshly stewed meat garnished with vegetables, boiled slightly whitish beans, mushroom soup milky white, freshly baked bread with a hard, but wheaty aroma......

As if to represent the inn, in the center of the table, there is a pot of fruit—oranges—in a sense, the oranges that Macbeth has always wanted to buy.

But the orange does not appear in its normal form, but is peeled and cooked.

Yes, cooked, with salt and a pinch of spices sprinkled in it.

In the current world similar to the Middle Ages, in the eyes of most people, fruits are metaphysical "cold food", and eating them raw is to make you sick, and you must boil, roast or otherwise cook them before you can eat them.

So, the orange is a fruit that ends up in a pot, a sticky, orange-yellow slurry that has been cooked.

Richard's appetite was okay, but when he saw this form of orange, he lowered it by three percent out of thin air. Although he had not tried it himself, Richard had already known the taste of this thing, so he did not touch the huge spoon in the orange pot at all.

It was the first time Nancy and Raymond had seen this kind of food, and they tried it with some curiosity, and then showed a distorted, strange expression.

With a "bang", the two swallowed the oranges in their mouths and began to gulp the mushroom soup, and then they didn't dare to eat indiscriminately.

Macbeth looked at the two of them, and couldn't help but shake his head, but he picked up a big spoon and unceremoniously scooped most of the marmalade into his own plate, and then used the small spoon to keep sending it to his mouth, showing a feeling of enjoyment on his face.

Nancy was speechless: "......"

Raymond was impressed in his heart: the wizard is just different, even the taste is like this...... Heavy.

Richard's eyes flashed, and he said lightly in his heart: I promise not to eat a bite of this orange, I will leave it to you, you eat it slowly, you are happy......

Well, just be happy.

......

Dinner continued.

It must be admitted that except for the oranges, the rest of the food is okay, even if the taste is a little weird, but it is above the horizontal line, and it will not be difficult to swallow - Macbeth, as a wizard, is now disguised as a nobleman, not bad at all, and orders the best food in the inn - if this is the case, it is impossible to eat, then the rest of the guests in the hotel hall will already be scolding people.

"Zizi ......"

"Tut-tut......"

With the sound of teeth clenching and lips touching, the food on the table quickly decreased, and dinner came to an end.

Nancy was almost full, took a sip of milky mushroom soup and drank it, looked at Macbeth who was still eating marmalade in the corner, and said, "Master Macbeth, there is something I want to ask you." ”

"Huh?" said Macbeth, as he ate marmalade, and at this time he was very talkative, "you say. ”

"That'......" Nancy asked cautiously, lowering her voice, "what are we doing with you?" ”

With that said, Richard and Raymond also looked at Macbeth, obviously wanting an answer.

Macbeth's eyebrows moved slightly.