Quick Transmigration: Ten Thousand Worlds Charter Woman

Chapter 796 Request from Larel 26
He Xiaoman knew that this lady must be Mrs. Albert when she saw the lady's extraordinary appearance and exquisite and elegant dress.

Mrs. Albert did not speak to He Xiaoman, but nodded in a very dignified way, but He Xiaoman could see that this noble lady treated her more sincerely than Butler Jacob.

Jacob was still busy, telling the coachmen and guards to protect his wife and young lady.

After yesterday's incident, he now obviously lacks the confidence to face He Xiaoman. This naughty housekeeper is trying to avoid any contact with He Xiaoman.

As expected of the top family of the June Lotus Association, Mrs. Albert and Ms. Emily's luggage and packages were fully piled up in four carriages, plus other entourages such as three maids and a female housekeeper. A total of seven carriages.

Mrs. Albert and Ms. Albert are riding in a super luxurious four-wheel-drive emerald-style carriage (here four-wheel drive refers to four-horse driving), surrounded by musketeers riding tall horses, including three or four A regular soldier in a striking red uniform.

He Xiaoman is tall and straight, with blond hair, blue eyes and white skin, the only mudslide.

These people isolated He Xiaoman almost instantly.

Even their attitude didn't get any better when Mr Albert rushed over.

After waving goodbye to the host family, a mighty group of people left Ferro City and headed south to Maple Leaf City.

"I hope you can come back alive." Butler Jacob looked at Larel with serious eyes, and the big oak tree at the door could hear how malicious his words were.

In winter, the fields are all dry, the cold wind is bleak, even the evergreen trees in the roadside mountain depressions are sometimes dull in color with a little yellowish green, adding a bit of boundlessness to the wilderness in this winter.

The female relatives were all huddled in the carriage, while the knights had to ride along with them against the howling cold wind.

Not far from the city, these iron-blooded men who were majestic and invulnerable at the gate of the family immediately showed their true colors.

The collars are turned up one by one and the whole body is tightened to minimize the heat dissipation area.

Horses are not very pretty at this time, they grow long undercoat to keep out the cold.

Only He Xiaoman was at the end of the team without realizing it. If it weren't for the huge unicorn, Larelle would have been Nakamura played by Uncle Pan in "Hands Up", regardless of his height, skin color or appearance.

The first half of the road is always very peaceful.

In such a cold season, the outskirts of the cities above Newward State are almost seldom visited.

So there is no need to pretend to be handsome for anyone to see.

Among the members of the musketeers who were "hissing" in the cold wind, a big man with a scar on his face suddenly said to the team leader: "Hey, John, look at that kid in the back, neither the lady nor the lady can see him I don’t know who is pretending to be arrogant, does he think that someone will take a fancy to a piece of cow dung with his nostrils turned?”

In some people's eyes, people of color are inferior.

"Hehe, Madam and Miss will definitely not like this kind of guy, even those beautiful maids won't like him." John's bullish eyes turned left and right, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a wretched look: "But hungry Thirsty old Maggie might like it."

The two of them laughed "hehehe" at the same time, with their unsatisfactory meaning in their smiles.

"Let me say, Captain, that piece of cow dung is not very good, but the horse he is riding is really good. I bet five gold coins, and if it is sent to the racetrack, neither the storm nor the cactus will be its opponent."

They're talking about two horses with a high winning percentage in normal races.

"I don't believe he doesn't know the value of that horse." John's eyes flashed with greed, but the words in his mouth made it feel that he had no interest in this matter at all.

As a cavalryman, the importance of a handy war horse is self-evident.

Larel's cow dung was clearly no match for his white horse.

Scar drove the horse over and lowered his voice: "You just arrived in Ferro City a few days ago, so naturally you don't know the identity of that guy. Jerome, the jockey from the June Lotus Association, knows? That guy used to be Jerome slave, and was later wanted by Jerome as a fugitive slave for a long time."

John's eyes brightened obviously, but he still said insincerely: "You must have misunderstood the person, such a person will not appear in our team."

"It was Mr. Albert who came forward to get him the status of a free man from the Governor's Mansion, and Jerome had to withdraw the arrest warrant."

"Really? Then he's really lucky." John still didn't fall into the trap, with an absent-minded look, but he was thinking in his heart, maybe he could find a chance to get this horse?
In Scar's pocket, the ten gold coins given by the steward were heavy.

As long as John and Larael are torn apart, he will have an excuse to have a chance to make a move. It is best if they fight and lose both. By then, it should be his turn for the Musketeers captain, right?
In case both of them died, maybe even the horse could become his.

He really liked the white horse.

Riding on a horse like that is definitely more intoxicating than galloping on a big ass chick.

The stupid aborigine didn't understand that with his status, he didn't deserve to own such a BMW horse?

This horse is not his battle partner, but a reminder.

The team continued to move forward unhurriedly.

The sun sets early in winter, and they must reach Maple Leaf City before dark.If there is no ambushes in the mountains of Erta, this is an easy thing to do.

The scenery on both sides of the official road has become more and more desolate, from large tracts of farmland to rolling hills, and there are more and more weeds and shrubs on the side of the road, and they are getting higher and higher. The cold wind blows and rustles, like Someone is walking through it.

Most of the dense forest with only dead branches is like a circle of green stubble on the chin of the mountains, which is already far away.

"Be careful, the Elta Mountains are ahead, guys!"

John yelled loudly, reminding the guards, whose hands and feet were about to freeze, to be vigilant. It seemed that human emotions had affected the horses. There were snoring noises in the team, and even two horses that had never experienced battle shrank and refused to move forward.

Even Mrs. Albert, who had been sitting leisurely in the car, looked out a few times.

Scar looked at the end of the team calmly. The white horse was majestic, high-spirited, and its smooth neck was raised high. Scar felt itchy like a hundred claws scratching his heart.

How much I want to get this beautiful elf under my crotch...

"Larel!"

John yelled towards the end of the line: "Larel, old man, why do you stay at the end all the time? Is the wind from the Elta Mountains freezing your thin crotch?"

"Hahahaha!"

The guards laughed loudly and unscrupulously: "Hey, coward, come to the front and let us see your courage!"

(End of this chapter)