Dragon Zero

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The team of horse-drawn carriages moving forward slowly traveled on a wide but endless road. The wagons were turned upside down, and the wooden wheels made a ‘babble’ sound. Although the ground is flat, it must be a dirt mountain road, which is always bumpy.

Suddenly there was a cracking sound, the axle of a carriage was broken in the convoy, the driver driving the reins, and the other cars in front and behind stopped.

"what happened?"

"The axle is broken."

Hillary came down from the sapphire blue high-quality carriage behind him, and his two ladies glanced at the probe in the carriage, but did not follow.

"Can it be fixed?" Hillary asked.

These drivers are old-fashioned under his name. Needless to say, the driving technique is self-evident, and the repair of horse-drawn carriages is also an expert. The driver nodded and said: "It can be repaired, but the axle is broken and it needs to be replaced again. It takes some time, and it can be repaired in about 20 minutes."

"Well... then just have a meal here." Hilary said to the servants around him: "Go tell everyone to come down and start cooking."

"Yes." The two servants greeted each other before and after they left. "Both come down and come down. The master said to prepare a fire and prepare meals. Both are coming down."

The mercenaries on the carriage, the Hillary Clan's servants, all came down, digging pits in the grass on the left and right sides of the road to catch fire.

Sain jumped out of the car and took a long breath. He jumped in the middle of the road, scrawled his horns and pants, and rubbed his numb buttocks.

The mercenaries on the side followed the same action, looking as if they were staring: "Eating, rushing, eating, rushing, sleeping, and then eating, rushing, eating, rushing, and sleeping. These days all fade out. The smell is coming, how long will it take to get to the end." He yawned for a long time, and just woke up from the car with eye feces stuck on his eyelashes.

Sain looked at him sideways. "Don't complain, peace is the best reward. You should remember this."

"But it's still boring. It's such a long road that it's so peaceful that nothing happened. If he arrived safely at his destination, wouldn't Mr. Hillary hire us in vain? There was no effort at all to eat and drink along the way, It’s time to ask people how much they feel for taking money."

Bimoye is a person who doesn't talk much, Iveco is a taciturn person. Although Zion is enthusiastic, he wants to be with everyone to tell his story, but he has been talking for more than two months. The story is no longer interesting.

The mercenaries grumbled and twitched their essays.

Hillary Lill laughed when they heard them: "I really want to arrive safely, I will add money to you and make up for you to follow me in such a boring way."

The mercenaries smiled and shouted with joy: "Listen, listen, this is the boss, the kind person, not only to take care of our bodies along with the food, but also to worry about our spiritual suffering. Mr. Hillary , I only know today what it means to be kind and helpful, to help others, but you can really take care of us poor people."

"Yeah yeah, you are a great person, a great philanthropist, and those who are rich and unkind are so ashamed to commit suicide than you."

Everyone, you just say one thing to me, and say something nice about flattering and not spending money. Hilalier naturally listened to these words and didn't care. Instead, he laughed and laughed with everyone in the group.

The food was ready, everyone divided into five groups to sit in five large circles to chat together and enjoy, Hillary also ordered the servant to take two boxes of good wine from the car to share with everyone. He spent most of his time alone in the car with the two wives, but sometimes he would also laugh and have fun with everyone.

Everyone watched a beautiful lady embraced on the left and right of Hillary, really hot eyes, but only the envy of the curtain, no envy. At this time, a person appeared on the road coming to this side. This person used to walk. He did not ride the Warcraft, and looked like a servant.

He came to the outside of the convoy and stopped, watching the people on the ground eating, and could not help covering his stomach. He hesitated for a while and asked quietly, "Who are the owners of the team?"

Hilary saw the man from afar, put down the food in his hands and walked over, and his two wives, Victor and Sain, followed. Hilary glanced at the man, who had brown hair and was about thirty years old, wearing a long blue-grey windbreaker, wearing dark blue pants and black leather shoes. The clothes were stained with a lot of dust and mud stains. There are some damaged places carrying a large sword about one meter and eight meters in length behind him, which is as tall as his body, and some white cloth strips are wrapped around the hilt to make the sword better grip.

He asked Hillary: "Are you the owner of this team?"

"Have you anything?"

The man with the big sword still said in his low voice: "I haven't eaten in two days, can I borrow a meal from you."

Hilary looked at him again, glanced at Iveco next to him, and when Iveco nodded, he said, "Okay, let's eat together, you're so lucky."

The man with the big sword said: "Go ahead and there is a small town, and I will return it to you when I get there."

"No, come on."

In this way, one more person in the team dine, and the mercenary tried his duty to ask about his identity. However, this person only drank his head to eat, and he didn't speak a word, and the mercenaries were not good to ask any more.

After finishing the meal, Hillary invited the man with the big sword to ride in the carriage, but the man refused. When the carriage walked in front, he followed him all the way, not too close nor not far. Iveco feels that this person is behaving abnormally and is worried about what will happen, so that everyone has been vigilant, but nothing has happened along the way.

This walked for nearly seven hours before reaching the small town mentioned by the man carrying the sword. He told Hillary that he was here to wait for a while, and he went to get the money to pay it back. Hilary told him no more, but he did not give Hillary the opportunity to refuse.

After a while, the man carrying the sword came back, holding a bag of money in his hand, but the big sword on his back was gone. He took a few gold coins from the bag and handed it to the Hillary Servant. He asked: "Is it enough?"

Hillary nodded: "Enough."

The man said thank you and turned away.

The attendants wondered, "This man is so rude. The master said he didn't want his money. He had to give it, weird."

Hilary glanced at the attendant next to him, unhappy and said: "No gossip is allowed in the back."

"Yes," the attendant said, bowing his head busy.

Hilary said to everyone: "Let's find a hotel to rest, and you will be able to enter the territory of Efenneuland in the next 20 days or so. I received a message from the teacher on the road that he was ill and did not know what happened to the teacher. That’s it, I hope to rush over to see him earlier, it’s okay to be safe.”

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The airship flew out of the desert and flew between the green mountains and rivers. In addition to the pilots, only the two of Landing and Joan were left on the boat. In the room, the two pillowed on the bed, and Lanting lightly supported Joan's chin, looking at each other with emotion in his eyes.

"It's nice that they are gone. There are only two of us here. I really don't want to go back."

Joan smiled and said, "I'm thirsty, come and pour a glass of wine."

There was wine in the room, and more than one bottle, all red wine, was placed on the shelf. Landing kissed her lips, got up and walked to the wine rack, took two glasses and asked, "Which bottle do you want to drink?"

Joan leaned on the bed, leaning her cheeks diagonally: "Just the bottle, 02 years old."

Landing found the red wine of 2002, pulled out the corks, poured a quarter of each glass, returned to the bed, and handed one of the glasses to her.

Joan took the glass and said, "If you can't be jealous, just be so gentle and considerate every day."

"As long as you don't look at other men, I'm not jealous." Landing handed over the glass and said, "Come on, to our two world, toast."

The two's glasses touched lightly, and Qiong was about to drink but was stopped by Landing.

"Hand over a glass of wine."

Joan smiled, his arms wrapped around each other and watched the other person drink the wine from the glass, just then the door of the room was knocked. Landing glanced down, frowning at being disturbed at this time, as did Joan.

"what's up?"

The door said: "It's a message from Master Ebber."

Hearing the letter from Ebb, Landing hurriedly opened the door, took a look at the letter, and sighed and said to Joan: "It seems that our holiday is coming to an end, the master tells us to go back as soon as possible."

Qiong grinned reluctantly, his expression unnatural.

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