Quick Transmigration: Ten Thousand Worlds Charter Woman

Chapter 797 Request from Larel 27
Behold, here are some hypocritical noble human beings.

It looks like the foreign version of Mr. Huashan Paiyue.

If you want to pull an unlucky guy out to visit the thunder, just say it, what's the point of courage?Listening to the high-sounding, who does not understand what's going on?

It's just that in Larel's current status, so what if he is a free man?He was still a character in the entire team who was allowed to be called around by others.

So the so-called free man is just used to fool these simple aborigines. No matter how free he is, he is not even as good as a pet dog in front of white-skinned lords and ladies.

He Xiaoman didn't say anything, just patted the unicorn lightly, the white horse neighed in the wind, took a few steps and stood at the front of the whole team.

A pale and worried little face was reflected on the window of the luxurious emerald-style carriage. It was Miss Emily who He Xiaoman had rescued before. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but Mrs. Albert said casually. He was speechless and slowly lowered his head.

The team continued to move forward, and the unicorn mane dominated in the cold wind, showing the women behind what it meant to be white, beautiful and long-legged.

Riding on such a magnificent white horse, the humble aborigines became more domineering out of thin air.

"If it wasn't for the wrong color, and if the horse didn't have a broken leg, I'd almost think it was the unicorn."

Scar was still nagging in Captain John's ear.

Looking at the tall horse in front of him, John's eyes were full of enthusiasm, and he murmured unconsciously: "No, the unicorn is not as good as it."

This horse is full of vigor and spirit, with full muscles and well-proportioned and powerful hooves. It is already comparable to a king of horses.

Especially those four unusually conspicuous slender and powerful thighs when running.

Good people come out of their mouths, and good horses come out of their legs.

John looked at the white horse in front of him from a distance. The front mountain was slightly higher than the back mountain so just right, which just echoed the phrase "The front mountain is high, so don't pick it up", making the rider on the horse a bit more dignified.

Scar watched John silently. Although he didn't say anything, his murderous and vicious gaze, his gritted grinning face, he knew that Larel was riding his own horse, and those who didn't know that he was riding his own horse. is John's lover.

The convoy had already entered the mountainous area of ​​Erta, the road began to narrow, and the plants on both sides gradually transitioned from herbs to shrubs and trees. Jackdaws flew across the winter afternoon sky, leaving ominous chirping sounds.

This section of the road is all uphill, and the road surface is bumpy. The horses are okay, and the speed of the carriages is simply not fast.

It is the most dangerous section of the entire Erta Mountains.

That's why Larel was moved to the front of the line.

The precise crossbow arrows and elusive blow arrows of the aborigines are definitely the lingering nightmare of these noble gentlemen.

Several of these tribes are also very poisonous.

Once you are targeted by these people, you will definitely leave in peace.

Since entering the Elta Mountains, John and Scar have been slowly following Mrs. Albert's carriage. Even if something really happened, just let the "brave" Larel be the cannon fodder. , As long as they ensure the safety of Madam and Miss, it is a credit.

Captain John has long told his confidantes: "Larel dies casually, but the horse must be safe and sound."

Someone looked at the ignorant Larel in front: "Look at our leader, that brown baboon, he is really majestic, but unfortunately his white horse is about to lose its owner, this is really sad news .”

"Then, in order to express our sadness, should the captain invite everyone to the newly opened tavern on Third Street after this mission? I heard that the waitresses there are very coquettish." It was a big fat man with albinism who suggested , he licked his dry and chapped lips from the cold wind, as if he couldn't wait.

"Why not?" Captain John promised, if he could get the white horse, he would rather invite the tavern on Third Street for three days, since he was only responsible for paying for the drinks anyway.

Larel, who was walking at the front of the team, suddenly signaled everyone to stop.

The few people behind were still laughing and laughing.

"Look, our leader has an order to deliver, guys!"

"May I ask what your orders are, Your Excellency the leader." The albino's ridiculed question caused everyone to burst into laughter.

Inside the carriage, Emily's face sank like water: "Mom, why are these people like this? They are bullying Larel."

"My child, that has nothing to do with you. You have to understand that he is just an aborigine, and you are the noble lady of the York family. You don't have to pay too much attention to an insignificant person, my dear."

There are young girls in the family, and every parent faces their budding spring heart like an offline base of an ambiguous netizen, afraid that he will come, afraid that he will not come, and afraid that he will mess around.

Especially for the York family, if it is reported that they are in love with a dirty aborigine, it will be a shame to the whole family.

Emily's face turned red like a big tomato in an instant: "Mom, I have told you many times, I really didn't mean that, no matter whether you will bring it to the prom this time, I will not choose Larel, he is just my savior, I just want to thank him as much as I can, isn't saving your daughter's life worthy of our gratitude?"

"So your father gave him a chance to show off!"

Emily rolled her eyes gracefully: "Is enslaving people to take another risk for me is the York family's way of repaying their gratitude?"

"There is no fairness among unequal classes. No matter how many people ask for such a chance of slavery, you can't ask for such a chance. Have you ever seen aborigines appear in the guard of any family? Your father is also under great pressure. I really hope you will never To live in the castle and not have to face the damned Erta Mountains."

When people are alive, there will always be times when they are involuntary, but to varying degrees.

Emily would not understand that the so-called slavery this time was actually begged by Larel himself, and he was a very smart person.

He Xiaoman shouted loudly: "Back, back!"

While the few people headed by John were still laughing and joking, they only heard a light "ding" sound, followed by two more similar sounds. At this time, all the guards raised their weapons.

Because these sounds are the sounds made by Larel hitting the crossbow with his epee and arm shield!
There's an ambush in the nearby bushes!
John quickly divided the guards into two, most of them protected Mrs. and Miss and retreated as Larel said, and the rest rode forward to assist Larel.

"No one should come over, protect the madam and miss, and prevent the enemy from attacking from the side!"

After confirming that those crossbow arrows were not poisonous, He Xiaoman actually played with his bare hands while yelling at the wild grass.

(End of this chapter)