"I don't mean to underestimate people, and I don't think I'm overprotective. ”

Li Lin bears responsibilities similar to those of a nanny, but when it comes to specific personal safety, the elves believe in and rely on their own strength to protect themselves. Li Lin has no opinion on this, and he will not worry about it.

What really reassures him is the problem that he will never say at the moment, and what he says will not be immediately improved.

So he prepared a reason that would never be rejected and would not be suspected as perfunctory.

"I can't leave the animals unattended and running around in the middle of the battle and watch these four-legged guys get lost or die. ”

Frozen for a few seconds, the elves who had lost their sharp momentum looked at Li Lin embarrassedly, and then looked back at the long-haired cow who didn't care about the discussion about their fate and just lowered their heads and chewed on the grass. Looking at this group of leisurely guys, the sweat glands on the forehead quickly expelled the cold sweat from the body.

A cow may be the property of an ordinary rural family, and the cattle and horses are treated as family members in the farmer's family. Thieves caught stealing property in the village are most severely beaten by hanging them up, and cattle thieves are often beaten to death when they are caught.

It will be difficult to account for the loss of such a valued animal and return to the village, not to mention that after the outbreak of the battle, the ploughing cattle that have not received special training like war horses will definitely be frightened, and the frightened cattle that run wild in all directions have equal lethality to both the enemy and the enemy, and no one wants to see the scene of the gentle and sluggish herbivore turning into a terrifying high-speed killing machine, let alone becoming an unlucky person who is knocked to the ground by the horns and then trampled into a puddle of mud.

Someone must look after the goods and livestock, not only to avoid loss and loss, but also to keep their own lives safe. Therefore, the elves must stay behind Li Lin in peace, and as for reckless actions such as rushing to the front and fighting the enemy, don't even think about it.

Frustrated and helpless, but the elves still accepted Li Lin's arrangement, after all, the reality was presented in front of them, and they could not afford to put those naïve and violent ideas into practice, and the price of willfulness and recklessness was so heavy that they could hardly bear it.

Perfectly dispelled all objections, the rational arrangement completely obscured the real problem - the problem of overly loose style.

Generally speaking, the elven boys are excellent fighters with accurate archery skills and strong bodies, but for the officers, this group of stubborn and self-righteous baby soldiers is an out-and-out nightmare, only a little better than the border garrison soldiers who are lax in military discipline, wandering around and breaking through the gates of residents to ask for livestock, food, and weapons.

What kind of brains does the commander need to grow to agree with this crazy idea?

Li Lin has a plan to choose the right time for the elves to accept the actual combat and accumulate combat experience, and now is far from the right time. The elves can honestly sit on the cold bench, and the rest is not their turn.

Plus, if you're really lucky enough to hit a 30% chance of being ambushed, it won't be too boring. Li Lin belongs to the type that never lets himself be idle - an artificial life with a rigid outlook on life that does not need to be idle and does not allow time to be wasted, and will not miss a great opportunity to fight in real life.

After the details of the return trip were ordered, the elves scattered to pack up the tent camp, extinguish the campfire, take the livestock, and load the goods. Everyone was so busy that they didn't notice the slight stirring of the bushes in the distance, and a sneaky figure quickly left in the opposite direction. ...,

[The probability of engagement has been increased from 30% to 65%, and the response plan A4 has entered the priority preparation.] 】

The life reaction gradually disappeared from the detection range, the amber camouflage pupils narrowed into a menacing slit, and the elegant smile rose again.

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In one word, this room must be a "luxury storage warehouse".

Woolen carpets as thick as lush grass, gold plates that adorn closets and corners, large chairs that are carefully wrapped in silver foil, and oil lamps inlaid with turquoise emit the soft smell of sesame oil.

-- It is full of luxurious furnishings of great value but lack of use value, and visitors are not only amazed by the extravagance of Cheng dù, but also frown at the tasteless display and vulgar style. Instead of having time to buy expensive supplies, the owner should first spend more time on the adjustment and decoration of the room itself, at least improve the lighting and ventilation, instead of decorating a darkroom with dim light and oil lamps in the daytime.

The attention of the owner and the guests is not in the slightest bit drawn to the terrible layout of the room, with the accustomed scenery of their own house on one side and the vulgarity of the nouveau riche on the other. The most important thing is that the intersection of the two parties, the topic of the meeting has nothing to do with the room, and the only concern is - business.

"I want this kid to disappear from the world. ”

François Monet's huge, fat body leaned against a huge chair that was more than enough to be used as a double bed for ordinary people, and the folded skin coated with sesame oil reflected a sticky glow that made people sick to fat, butter and other things, and his loose three chins shook with the muffled and sullen speech.

Butler Nidel, who was waiting carefully, hurriedly presented a charcoal sketch, the rough edge of the parchment was placed on the altar-like beech table, and the charcoal pen in the hands of the gardener in the market could not enter the temple of art, and the appearance of the ordinary-looking young man with a sneer on his lips was clearly and accurately captured on the paper.

"Don't you want to be captured alive?"

One of the visitors, a middle-aged man with a scholarly temperament and a Mediterranean hairstyle on his head, replied with a smile that Gee. Thierry, who was aware of Monet's unique sexual fetishes and was full of disdain for the mission, could not help but show his old ironic habit again.

"Oh...... This face is a little ordinary, but it's still pretty standard~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

It was obviously a man's voice, but he pinched his voice and snorted like a girl, except for Monet, a chill swept through the others, and at the same time a layer of goosebumps appeared.

Fingernails as pale as the crescent moon extend from the patient's slender fingers, the tip of the sharp arc painted with vivid oil paint slowly moves along the contours of the boy's face on the parchment, and the lipstick lips curl into a lewd smile.

"I hope this kid is still a virgin, otherwise the fun will be discounted. ”

Stefan.Herbert.Lawrence smiled charmingly, her wrinkled face shaking off a lot of gold dust.

"Oh, whether he's a virgin or not, he certainly won't be when he meets you. ”

Dieri's tone was like a joke, but it was both mockery and protest.

"It's a business negotiation now, and only a stupid Albion guy would pull the smell of the lower half of his body into the business at such a time. ”

"I'm not from Albion.

"I'm not talking about you, you fool with the surname Albion.

"Bald ......"

"Quiet !!!"

Before Monet and Nedel could be suffocated by the nonsensical silly quarrel, the fifth person in the room, Alphonse De. Sade, one of the visitors, finally jumped out to end the seemingly fruitless, never-ending bickering.

"Monet...... Sir, we are very interested in ...... The feud between you and your target is not interested and does not want to know what is going on. But - for a large sum of money, three wandering mages were hired to act as killers at a time, and the target was a child. Don't you think that's an exaggeration? Of course, you pay, you have the final say. ”...,

The wrinkled old magician was not half courteous to his patrons, and he did not have the slightest hint of humility when using honorifics. When he finished speaking, the unhappiness on his face was almost like eating something dirty and needing to spit it out and rinse his mouth.

Monnet, the patron and owner of the house, should have been annoyed by the indifference in the slightest service and jumped up to shout at the protest against the bad attitude of the other party, but he did not respond.

First of all, it is doubtful whether the body filled with grease can complete the difficult action of [jumping] without the help of others. In addition, he was not a small merchant who could not even speak when he saw him, but three magicians sitting in front of him.

Magicians enjoy many privileges that are difficult for ordinary people to reach, such as when a lowly one-line magician meets a wealthy commoner merchant on a street, and the merchant must take off his hat and salute to let the unilateral magician pass first. Another example is that although there are also examples of commoners among the nobility, they rely on military merit to rise to the ranks of the nobility. But most of them are knights who cannot be hereditary and have only one generation. The titles of middle and high-ranking nobles and nobles who controlled the right to speak and government affairs were completely monopolized by the families of the magician bloodline, and in Wilt, the magician and the nobleman were synonymous.

Although the three magicians in front of him were stripped of their titles for serious crimes, they were still big names that Monet couldn't afford to offend, and his slightly outrageous attitude was completely within the acceptable range.

Can't get angry, and didn't know how to round the field all of a sudden, Monet was subtle and awkwardly silent.

The clever butler saw the reason for the silence of his master, and took a step forward to close his face that had not yet faded.

"What the three of you may not know is that the other day, this impudent kid killed Anthony Jolly, a user of enhanced magic that we hired to keep the market safe and orderly. ”

"Oh, I know that guy, another dead bald man. ”

Lawrence said nonchalantly, insults and provocations overflowing his lips like flirtatious whistles. Dieri raised the corners of his eyes and glared at his companion's face with heavy makeup, the blood vessels on his head pulsating violently under the skin, and his clenched teeth rubbing against a bad tone.

"I didn't say you, you're so bald. ”

A dead bald man is a good bald man - the sneer of the hidden stinger and the white eyes pay tribute to the middle-aged Mediterranean who grinned and was ready to bite.

"Enough!!Shut up!!"

Sade, who was no longer patient with the two living treasure-like subordinates, slapped the table and shouted, and the angry shouts of the triangular magicians quieted the cross-magicians with affection, exhaling the hot and boring exhaust gases out of their bodies, and Sade made a gesture of "please continue".

Having begun to get used to the incongruous melody between the three visitors, Nidel took a deep breath and threw out the point in a heavy tone:

"Mr. Jolly was killed by that kid using an unknown suspicious magic. ”

Frivolity, resentment, and arrogance all faded from the faces of the magicians, and the dominant Sade glanced at the boy in the sketch again, lowered his voice, and spoke more imposingly:

"Tell me about the specifics. ”

Although somewhat unexpected, the magicians have simply adjusted their attitude from casual to cautious. Sensitive that is completely in the realm of the profession, rather than feeling tricky because of the difficulty of saving zài or even planning to reconsider the transaction.

There are three veteran magicians with actual combat experience here, and even if they know some magic, they are just chicks who haven't shaken off the eggshells on their butts. It is possible to lose or something, and there is no zài at all. However, the cost of winning must be affordable, and in order to reduce that cost, it is necessary to analyze the enemy's intelligence in detail and then make the most appropriate tactical arrangements. And then there's a great hunting game. ...,

It must have been a splendid festival, and the poor lamb was chased in endless despair, toyed with to satisfy the sadistic desires of the hunters, and became the best sacrifice to Hades.

In the dim light flickering with the oil lamps, the jackals grinned.

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Narrated Theatre Time:

Nidhogg: It's time to explain again, may I ask Master Li Lin, what is the hierarchy of magicians?

Li Lin: Magicians are divided into levels according to what kind of techniques they can drive Mana to form, and the more complex techniques they can build, the higher the corresponding level.

Nidhogg: And what are their rank markers?

Li Lin: It's geometry. The lowest level of apprentices only has a blank round emblem, and after officially becoming a magician, they are granted the original "one" shaped single line, and the ranks that are pushed up in this way are cross, triangle, quadrilateral, five-pointed, six-pointed, seven-winged, and eight-square, and the highest rank is a gold-trimmed ring, which is the [Nine Rings].

Nidhogg: That's the end of today's commentary!

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