The boar tilted its neck and looked up, then saw purple clothes, purple hair, a familiar face, and a pair of cold purple eyes.

Chirping!

Pandora!

"Poof!"

The wild boar fell directly to the ground, frightened and scattered, before arching one or two animals were beaten to the nose and face swollen, arching three or four animals were beaten to the skin and flesh. This time, it's almost arched from the tail to the end, and you won't be beaten to death?!

The wild boar didn't know where the strength came from in the next moment, his bulky body twisted suddenly, and he struggled to stand up, and his four little short legs ran towards the depths of the forest like pounding garlic, really fleeing for his life.

Pandora looked at the figure of the wild boar getting farther and farther away, her eyebrows furrowed, if she was on weekdays, she would definitely catch up, and beat the wild boar to a dying moment first. But today......

Watching Richard walk past the side and towards the mountain, Pandora finally blinked, did not chase the boar, and turned to follow Richard.

......

"Huhuhu......"

I don't know how far I can run in one breath, the wild boar is panting, his mouth is dry, he feels like smoke is going to come out of his throat, and he feels worthless in his heart.

Today, I arched so many animals, and it was refreshing, but I didn't drink water, so I lost a lot. Moreover, not only will I not be able to drink water today, but I am afraid that I will not dare to show up to drink water for several days in the future, otherwise I will be caught and beaten violently.

What should I do? There is such a good place to drink water nearby, and the water in the pool is the sweetest, and the water in the other streams and puddles is muddy and cannot be drunk at all.

I have to find a way to solve it, or I'm going to die of thirst!

The wild boar gasped, spewing white steam from his mouth and nose, and rolled his eyes to seriously think about the life of the pig.

......

Not far away.

"Dada, dada, da......"

The sound of horses' hooves and footsteps sounded, and a large group of people was marching through the forest.

On horseback, all the nobles were dressed in all kinds of gorgeous armor, and on foot were soldiers in leather armor and carrying bows and arrows, and the group looked imposing, as if they were about to attack the enemy's elite army, but when they got closer, they would find that the atmosphere of the team was very relaxed, and the people on the horses talked to each other, and from time to time they let out bursts of laughter. Occasionally, there will be a teasing, narrow voice.

"Viscount Rancester, from your great-grandfather to you, the title has been passed down for four generations, right?" said a middle-aged man in silver gorgeous armor riding on a horse, looking a little majestic.

"Yes, Count Vic. Another man on a horse said. He was about thirty years old, with a stubble on his chin and a raunchy look. Compared to other nobles, the armor on his body was not flashy at all, and could even be called shabby and broken.

On the surface of the armor, there are obvious signs of rust. In the place of the shoulder armor, there are even some ill-fitting, which indicates that this armor is likely to be handed down from the previous generation of the family.

As a nobleman, he didn't even have his own exclusive armor, and he didn't spend a lot of money on maintenance on weekdays, he didn't polish it with marble and coarse linen, he didn't polish it with a blanket, and he didn't make the armor shiny.

Although this does not add any to the role of armor defense, wearing a dusty armor is simply losing the identity of a nobleman, and to be serious, it is simply deviant and an alternative among nobles.

The earl named Vic didn't say anything about the other party's armor, but listened to the other party's answer, and said thoughtfully: "It's been four generations." Remember that your great-grandfather was only a lord, and by the time you are already a viscount, it is already rare for four generations to be promoted to two levels of knighthood. However, I heard that although Viscount Randster has promoted your title, your territory is getting smaller and smaller, and your income is getting smaller and smaller, so you shouldn't be. ”

"Huh. A tall and thin nobleman next to him spoke up, "Count Vic, Viscount Rincher is too kind to his farmers and serfs, hmph, I heard that the tax is much lower than ours, how can he be rich? Of course, this is not the key, I think the most important thing is that Viscount Rincher has been hiding in his castle and sleeping, he has not participated in every kingdom war, there is no reward for his achievements, and there is no fame, no one has taken refuge, so naturally there is no money." ”

The crowd listened and laughed.

Viscount Randster was expressionless.

The tall and thin nobleman did not give up, and continued: "Actually, I think that it is too easy for Viscount Lancet to be rich, as long as he waits for the kingdom war to appear again, participate, catch more rich nobles on the other side in the battlefield, and ask for more ransom money." ”

"Of course. The tall and thin nobleman's tone was slightly sharp, and he said meaningfully, "Before this, Viscount Lancet still has to find a way to get himself a better armor, otherwise he is afraid that he will not catch the enemy on the battlefield, but he will be caught by the enemy." ”

"Hahaha!"

Everyone laughed again, they were all nobles from the capital, and behind them stood the powerful nobles of the capital, even if they did not inherit the title, they were not afraid of the nobles in the remote territory of Randster.

Ranster's eyes narrowed slightly, and in the face of ridicule, he did not choose to accept it calmly. A group of people on the other side are not afraid of him, and he is actually not afraid of the other party.

Looking at the tall and thin nobleman who spoke, Lancet sneered and said, "Boy of the Caesar family, I really don't have a good armor, but believe it or not, I can still slaughter you wearing double armor?"

"You!"

"Why, don't believe me, you can give it a try. Do you want me to throw you a glove and choose a place to have a good duel?, uh, come to think of it, I'm relatively poor and don't wear gloves, but don't you wear it, you can throw it to me to challenge, how about it, dare you?"

After Ranster's words, the young nobleman's eyes widened, and he did not speak for a long time, and rode on his horse with his hands clenched, as if he was really afraid that his gloves would fall to the ground.

Ranster saw it and sneered, and the young nobleman immediately blushed.

The rest of the people who were close to the young nobleman were about to have a seizure, when a fifteen or sixteen-year-old aristocratic boy at the front suddenly coughed lightly.

The crowd immediately died down.

"Da Da Da", Lancet stepped forward, leaned next to the noble boy, and asked respectfully, "His Royal Highness Prince Gro, what's wrong?"

The young man, known as His Royal Highness Prince Gro, was dressed in armor inlaid with precious stones and pearls, with tan hair and a hint of worry in his eyes. At this time, riding on the horse, he looked ahead and frowned slightly, and asked: "Lancet, didn't you say that there are many wild beasts in this forest? Moreover, it is still the best time for hunting in late autumn, how can you get to this point and not a single beast has been seen?"