Elven settlers

Chapter 234 The game with the rancher

Roque could feel the kindness from Irene. Although this kindness was more due to the dagger in his waist, Roque could still understand the inner thoughts of this kind old lady.

He thought about it, the second time period when the cross-sea bridge is fully open is from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the afternoon.

With his geranium's foot strength, he could catch up even if he set off after lunch, so Rock agreed to Irene.

Just at this time, Sartre also came back from his busy farm work.

"You're already here buddy, I'll go pick sheep with you after I wash my face."

Sutter was wearing a pair of suspender jeans, his face was covered with sweat, and he was accompanied by a yellow elf.

This elf has spike-like hair, and the spikes around its neck are white. It looks similar to Fire Eevee and Eevee, but it looks more dexterous and vigorous.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce it to you. This is my good partner Reib, and the Hueb and Ibra over there are his wife and children."

Sutter saw that Roque's eyes were attracted by Leib, so he took the initiative to introduce him.

According to Rock's perception, the level of this Leib has reached level 33 to 35, which is considered a relatively high level in the nearby pastures.

Leib looked a little aloof. After Sutter introduced him, he just nodded slightly to Roque, and went to the bathroom with Sartre to wash his body, and blamed them on Abo who was crowded in the living room. Completely turned a blind eye.

"That kid is just shy. In fact, he is very friendly after getting to know him."

Irene stroked Arbor's body and explained to Rock.

I don't know when the Abo monster has replaced Huo Ibrahim's position. At this time, he is coiled on Irene's lap, enjoying the old grandma's massage with a happy face.

Fire Eevee who was pushed aside looked at the huge Arbor flicked his tail, then reluctantly walked to Sami's side.

Sami was very happy and hugged Huo Ibrahimovic's body.

Irene's way of massaging Arbor is somewhat unique. She uses both hands alternately to press Arbor's head all the way to Arbor's tail.

Rock can feel that Arbor is very comfortable now. With Irene's massage, the tip of its tail is writhing rapidly as if it has no bones.

"So does it."

Irene looked at Abbe with gentle eyes.

"My old man used to sit on the porch like this, hugging his Arbor and rubbing it all morning. His Arbor loved being massaged like this, too, just like your little guy did. "

I don't know why, but Irene called the five-meter-long Abo monster a little guy, and Rock felt that it was not against the harmony at all.

"When people get old, they like to talk about things in the past. I'm really sorry. You should get busy with business."

Seeing that Sartre had come out of the bathroom, Irene stopped talking.

"It's okay, I will ask you about this massage technique when I come back later."

Rock left Arbor and Chenglong in the house and asked them to play with Irene and Sami, only took Geranium and Heluga, and followed Sartre out of the house.

"These two guys of yours have evolved so much, they must be your good helpers now."

Sartre looked at Roque's geranium and Heluga, and was amazed.

As a rancher, his focus is a little different from that of ordinary people. The first thing that comes to mind is not the strength of Geranium and Heluga, but the role that the two elves can play in the work of the ranch.

This is also the concept of many ranchers, who usually prefer elves who can ride or graze.

"Haha, they've always been my buddies."

Rock patted Geranium and Heluga proudly, and he always accepted all the compliments of his elf.

"The area where the Mare sheep graze has not changed, you still remember the location."

Although he didn't know why Sartre asked such a question, Roque still nodded.

"Would you like a race?"

Sutter whistled enthusiastically, called his flame horse over, and then raised his chin at Rock's geranium.

"Gamma!"

Geranium chirped with high spirits, responding to Sartre's challenge.Rock didn't talk nonsense when he saw this, he turned over and rode on Geranium.

"bring it on."

"Hahaha, if you win, I'll give you three more Mali sheep. Get ready, three, two, one, let's go!"

Before Sartre finished speaking, the flaming horse and geranium galloped like two arrows leaving the string.

In comparison, the explosive speed of the flame horse was faster, and the two bodies of the geranium were pulled apart as soon as it was started.

But Geranium's strength and endurance are also not weak. After gradually increasing its speed, it chased the leading flame horse without any discouragement.

"Hey lol!"

Hei Lujia also ran beside Geranium, cheering it on constantly.

Rock knew that his geranium was definitely no match for the flaming horse if it was purely about speed.

If he wants to win, he must take advantage of Geranium's strong physique and lend it to Geranium as much as possible. This requires finding a way in riding skills.

So running, Rock slowly squatted up from Geranium's saddle, and his butt left the seat directly.

At the same time, the center of gravity of his body was pushed forward and adjusted to coincide with the geranium vest.

This riding posture immediately slowed down the loss of geranium's running kinetic energy, and their speed instantly increased a lot.

"It's actually catching up, flame horse, hurry up!"

Sartre thought he was far ahead, but when he looked back, he found that Rock and Geranium were gradually shortening the distance between them, and now there was only a gap of five statures between him and the flame horse.

"Geranium, let's do our best too!"

"Gamma!"

Rock pushed up Geranium's neck with both hands, trying his best to help it increase its stride.The rhythm of their two bodies is very synchronized, as if they are integrated into one.

With this seamless cooperation, Geranium is getting closer and closer to the Flaming Horse, with four positions, three positions...two...one.

In the distance, the pale yellow cloud-like Mali sheep could be seen. At this moment, the geraniums and the flaming horses finally started to keep pace with each other.

"Haha, it looks like I won!"

Under Sartre's astonished gaze, Roque put the middle finger and index finger of his right hand together, and tapped his temple lightly.

Then they refocused on running with Geranium. After Geranium leaped a few times, they reached the finish line first.

"Gamma!"

The geranium put its hind legs on the ground, raised its forelegs high, and let out a triumphant cry.

Rock on its back is also happily waving his fists. It can be said that this is the first time he has raced against other people. The opponent is a combination of an experienced rancher and a flame horse. It is really cool to win .

(End of this chapter)