Sky Dragon Rider

With the sudden stop of the four-wheeled carriage, the holographic projection screen in front of the neckline of the "Dragon General" tactical armor disappeared in an instant. .

"Um?!"

Dundot, who was indulging in the ocean of knowledge, was shaken and let out a cry of surprise, only to realize that the car had stopped. He looked out of the car in confusion, not knowing what happened.

Perhaps it was a conditioned reflex developed by the unevenness along the way, the boy was holding the parchment pages and word cards with one hand, while the other hand touched the kitchen knife at his waist.

Cooks and special forces both have a common feature, they are good at using short blades. With this alone, the boy in the inn, Dundot, is qualified to be an apprentice to the Gemini sisters, and he can practice some hand-to-hand combat moves. If three or two thieves are put right, I'm afraid they won't lose the wind.

Whether it is a cook or a special soldier, once the knife gets on the flesh, it is a terrible job.

"My lord knight, our carriage is broken, can you give us a ride?"

A young man's voice came from the front of the convoy.

The four-wheeled carriage of Lin Mo and his party is large and spacious. Perhaps in the eyes of the young man, it is not a problem to carry a few more people

"Go, go, this is a military vehicle, not for civilians, not even monks."

Childe's voice was undeniable, and he directly rejected the other party's request.

In the eyes of the imperial political circles and the military, Guangming Shenting can only be regarded as a civil organization that has never been involved in political power at best, and he does not worry about any retaliation from the other party at all.

"Child, let them come here."

Lin Mo jumped out of the carriage and saw a bright monk and young nun in white robes standing by the roadside.

Beside them, the left wheel of a carriage was completely detached from the axle and fell to the ground. The coachman looked at the wheel with a worried expression. It seemed that there was no way to repair it in a short time.

Very primitive hardwood bearings are lubricated with grease, and the contact parts are impregnated with special agents to increase hardness to increase their lifespan. However, compared with more wear-resistant metal bearings, the lifespan of wooden bearings is still very limited.

A while ago, Childe was an insider in the festival between Guangming Shenting and Lin Mo, and he reminded with some worry: "My lord?!"

"It's okay, Childe!" Lin Mo waved his hand, indicating that it doesn't matter.

"Obey, my lord!" Cavaliers Guan Childe gave Lin Mo a breast-beating salute, and the horse and other knights stepped aside.

"Huh? You, you are Master Mo Lin!"

The little nun unexpectedly called out the name of Dragon Knight.

"You? So it's Meridor?"

Lin Mo was startled, and quickly recognized this little nun, who was the nun of the small town praying hall who met the gold dragon Su for the first time.

"Meridor, do you recognize this lord?"

The monk, who seemed to be in his 40s, was thin and quiet, and he was very surprised that the little nun who followed him would know the knight who got off the carriage.

"Well, Brother Schill, the day before you came back from Mr. Elton's house, Lord Maureen came to our prayer hall. He rescued a wounded man who was about to die. He was also a dragon knight. grown ups."

In Meridor's mind, although this Lord Dragon Knight is not a Lord Paladin of the Court of Light, he also has a bright and benevolent heart. The dragon saved the whole town.

Especially the sentence "The night gave me black eyes, but I use them to find light!", even Brother Schill was moved by this.

"I see. Thank you Lord Molin for saving people that day. The Holy Light will bless you."

Schiller didn't care at all about Lin Mo's behavior of wearing his own monk's robe and pretending to be a monk of the Bright God's Court. In his mind, as long as he was compassionate, it didn't matter whether he had the identity of the Bright God's Court. Thankful.

It is very rare for a noble royal dragon knight to lay down his body to help those injured patients who have never met before.

What's more, I heard later that a strong man from the Republic of Portland was chasing and killing this dragon knight, but unfortunately he bumped into a golden dragon and almost lost his life in the town. What a joy! Good news for people's last names.

Although Xier is a monk of the Court of Light, he is a Muslim first and foremost, so he naturally wants to applaud him.

"Master Molin, this is Master Sil, a monk in the prayer hall."

Melidor introduced the two of them happily, she was really lucky, and met the kind-hearted Dragon Knight again.

"Hello, Brother Schill, you're welcome, there is still space in my carriage, please get on the carriage first! As for here..."

Lin Mo glanced at the carriage hired by Brother Schill and Melidor.

Anyway, the convoy was heading to a small town ahead, and he didn't mind taking an extra monk and a little nun with him.

What's more, the pure and kind-hearted little nun Meridor once left a very good impression on Dragon Knight. She helped the other party conveniently, and it was convenient for others as well as for herself.

"Thank you very much, Lord Molin."

Schiller bowed to Lin Mo, and the people in the Court of Light only knelt down to worship the gods, no matter who they were, they bowed, even when facing their own Pope and the emperors of various empires.

He took out a few silver coins and handed them to the coachman, and said apologetically, "I'm so sorry! Mr. Curry, Melidor and I have urgent matters, so we can only take Lord Molin's car for a walk."

"No, Brother Schill, I should be the one who said I'm sorry, I can't take your money."

The coachman was overwhelmed, and insisted on refusing to accept it. For him, it was his improper maintenance that caused the axle to break suddenly, which almost delayed the trip of Brother Schill and Sister Melidor, not to mention that the money in the other party's hands was far more than The price of hiring yourself.

Not being paid for nothing, which made him feel ashamed.

"Take it, Mr. Currie, you'd better find someone to fix the axle as soon as possible, or you'll be in trouble when it gets dark."

Melidor persuaded from the side.

"Well, thank you so much. When my car is repaired, I will definitely pick you up and return to Danyan Town quickly and safely."

After some pushback, the coachman could only accept the silver coins in Schiller's hand. Whether it was finding someone to repair the car or repairing materials, it was not a small expenditure.

The grateful coachman offered to help send the luggage of Brother Schill and Melidor to the carriage of Lin Mo and his party, and then stood by the roadside and waved goodbye.

After Lin Mo looked at the carriage, he found Sil and Meridor who were sitting in a corner in a low-key and humble manner, and asked, "Brother Sil, where are you going? It seems that this place is far away from your little The town is far away."

If he didn't go along the way, he didn't mind taking a longer detour, anyway, the government didn't set a time limit for arrival.

Li Muxin and Li Mubing glanced at the two people from the Bright God Court, and immediately judged that the other party did not have any malicious intentions, so they looked away. Unless necessary, the two of them would not take the initiative to deal with the human race in this world.

Seeing that the two teachers didn't care, Dundot heaved a sigh of relief and continued to immerse himself in his literacy career. He has been able to read and write in general, which means that the door of knowledge has gradually opened to him.

"Master Molin, it is indeed a long journey. Melidor and I are going to Yangshui City!"

Brother Schill smiled gently, without any intention of hiding anything, and did not ask Lin Mo's destination.

It is my duty to answer truthfully, but it is deadly to ask questions that are too curious.

"Yangshui City! It just happened to be on the way. According to the current speed, we will be able to enter the city at noon tomorrow."

After a little calculation, Lin Mo came up with an approximate valuation.

"That's great."

Meridor seemed very happy. She and Brother Schill originally expected to arrive at Yangshui City at least the afternoon of the day after tomorrow. They didn't expect that it was a blessing in disguise, and instead of delaying the time, they could be greatly advanced.

The four-wheeled carriage that Lin Mo and others rode has been specially improved. It is not only light and strong, but also has a large bearing capacity. It also has metal bearings, and the speed is naturally much faster than ordinary carriages.

"Meridor!"

Brother Schill whispered to remind the little nun to pay attention to etiquette.

"Yes, Brother Schill."

Melidor stuck out her tongue, and immediately returned to her reserved ladylike state.

Sure enough, when the next day was approaching noon, a city with gray and white walls appeared in the sight of Lin Mo and others in front of them. That was where Brother Schill and Sister Melidor were going, Yangshui City.

"What happened to them?"

On the way to the city gate, Melidor saw a burst of crying from the scattered crowd passing by the convoy, and the civilians who seemed to be planning to enter the city looked dejected and walked numbly. Standing, silent.

There was a faint smell of blood from the dilapidated manpower trailers in the crowd, and there were some fighters wearing leather armor and carrying weapons mixed in the crowd.

"Blood smell?"

The people on the carriage smelled this unusual smell almost at the same time. The monks in the Court of Light and the soldiers who had experienced battles were equally sensitive to blood.

"Master Molin, can you slow down?"

Xier looked at Lin Mo anxiously.

"parking!"

Lin Mo yelled, and the carriage stopped immediately. There are no traffic rules in this world, so you don't have to worry about getting a ticket if you just park in the middle of the road.

Syl and Melidor hurriedly jumped out of the carriage, pushed aside the crowd, and walked quickly towards the trailers with only two wheels.

The monks and nuns with the power of the sacred light system are the same as the pharmacists who are good at saving lives and healing the wounded. They are full of compassion and can't see the slightest injury and blood.

The appearance of that white robe immediately attracted the attention of these civilians on the road.

"God, it's the monk."

"Great, it's Mr. Cultivator, quick, benevolent Mr. Cultivator, please help!"

The crowd rushed over all of a sudden, surrounding Sil and Melidor, shouting excitedly. (To be continued.)