Ride and Cut

When Richard went to find General Pinto, he saw Higuain outside the big account.

To build a tent, you need to hit a wooden wedges into the ground to nail a drawstring to stretch the cloth. Because the commander's big tent occupies a very wide area, the materials used are unusually heavy, and the top height is very high, the wooden wedges used are naturally also very thick, almost like a pile, which is more than enough for a stool to sit on.

This pretty kid was sitting on a wooden wedge, looking into the distance with one hand supporting his cheek, with a look of confusion as to where to go. This kind of posture is absolutely synonymous with hypocrisy. When you see it, you can't wait to tie up the shackles and throw it into the mine. The food will be halved for two months of hard work.

But the blessing brought by Higuain's face is not trivial.

He was confused, it was as if a drizzle of cattle fell on the field in the beginning of spring, amidst the mist and rain, people could not help but want to sigh.

Richard wondered how to make him "raise the expensive scorpion"-this cargo was blocked in the door of the tent. But before he could speak, Higuain nodded to him first:

"Master Richard, salute you, you are a truly brave man."

After all, he was still a child, and the Lord's heart hadn't found the point of accounting on suet. Frankly speaking, Higuain is a bit embarrassed in the face of undead dragons and ghosts crying and howling, but it is rare to be able to muster courage at a critical juncture.

"You are also very good and brave." Richard reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"A person like me will never be a real knight." Higuain held his chest with a painful expression, as if he had hemorrhoids.

Lord Lord was almost overwhelmed by this line, "Young people, have confidence in yourself."

"No, it's just..." Higuain sighed, stood up and let the door open, "General Pinto is waiting for you,"

Richard has a good habit of never guessing what a kid is thinking. He nodded at Higuain, opened the curtain and bent over and got in.

As soon as he entered the account, before he had time to see the furnishings, a hot air engulfed his face with the scent of smoke, and the cold air that Richard had brought in from outside disappeared.

Worthy of being the commander-in-chief, even if it is just a temporary residence, it is far more luxurious than most people imagine.

The ground is covered with a thick white wool carpet, and the feet are almost covered by the velvet. Richard didn't change his shoes specifically before he came in, and he had a **** footprint on one foot. If calculated according to the cost, the loss caused by each step is at least a few silver coins, which is enough for ordinary people to eat two meals.

As for the precious woodwork, fine tassels, and fresco decorations with gold and silver inlaid surroundings, that's nothing more.

What really made Richard admire was that General Pinto actually took a lot of maids with him during the march.

There were about a dozen people, all of them beautiful and graceful. They are shrinking together in the corner, making tea with a small stove, which is very pleasing to the eyes.

Pinto, the commander-in-chief of the Pompeii Army, and Seedorf, the commander-in-chief of the defenders of Winter City, were sitting side by side in the main seat. The two former enemies are talking happily right now—at least they seem to be talking happily.

Even the other Stuarts were there, Vera raised her head and glanced at Richard, and soon continued to lower her head to play with the teacup in her hand.

After thinking about it, Richard couldn't help feeling extremely sympathetic to Pinto. What is meant by knocking out the teeth and invigorating the blood and swallowing it in the stomach? That's it.

He had been smashed by Seedorf before the siege, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was being crushed in all directions, and rumors were flying in the sky in private. The wind review is also very important to the general. How could Pinto not care? I guess he has the heart to copy guys to find Seedorf to change his life.

As a result, it was a mixed result now that the undead who had disappeared for hundreds of years reappeared, directly leading to the complete destruction of the entire Wintery City garrison. The only remaining commander of the garrison now came to the door by himself and talked about his worries and worries about the undead.

In this case, Pinto not only couldn't take the opportunity to vent his anger, but he also had to act indifferently, and even treat him warmly-otherwise he would appear less demeaned and embarrassing.

"General Pinto." Richard put his index finger on the hem of his helmet and gave a less formal military salute.

"Look, our dragon slayer is here." Pinto was a dull old man, and Lord Lord had confirmed this when he first saw him.

His life is not going to die, his body is even considered healthy, but there is no doubt that his vitality has completely gone away from Pinto, because his heart has completely decayed.

Whether it's the splendid Ayala, the hordes of beautiful maids, or the magnificent furnishings, although these enjoyments are luxurious and beautiful, they have no meaning for an old man with a dull spirit.

"Master Richard, your feat last night is as impressive as your mount." Pinto said, "I have asked the artist to paint as a souvenir. I think it will definitely become a masterpiece."

"It's just a fluke." Richard said the formula he had thought up a long time ago: "Qiqiu is just a juvenile beast, and the time to exert his power is very limited. If it weren't for the sudden thunderstorm that made the undead dragon bewildered, just a little bit more. After a while, we have nothing to do."

"It is indeed a rare thunderstorm that is rare in a century." Seedorf's face showed a lingering look on his face.

"Since you have won, you must have gotten a piece of Golden Dragon Dragon Crystal?" Pinto's eyes were filled with a desire that could not be concealed anyway, almost crazy.

He was as old as a dead tree bark covered with cobwebs, and it was difficult to find any freshness in this body. If you don’t see it with your own eyes, it’s hard to imagine that such a strong and distinct emotion could erupt~www.readwn.com~ The dragon crystal is the purest and clearest condensate of the dragon. The origin of the dragon, who is omnipotent, magical and melee, has no shortcomings is condensed.

Therefore, both the folk and the upper class, there are quite a few people who firmly believe that this kind of original power is absorbed by humans and is the best tonic. Can greatly extend the life span, and even inherit the power and majesty of the dragon.

As for whether Long Jing has this function, the magic academia is still unable to give a rigorous argument, and the issues related to the origin are always difficult and obscure. But there are always people who think it is worth a try at least.

Especially some groups who are rushing to the hospital-it is obvious that there is a living example in front of them.

"No." Richard has always been good at telling nonsense with his eyes open. "I wanted to find it too, but after splitting my head, I didn't find anything. It's a shame."

"How could it be!" Pinto's face was instantly distorted, and he almost stood up. But probably aware of the gaffe, the **** got off the chair and sat back again, the expression on his face also calmed down.