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Fanserich is serious by nature, there are many things he doesn't like to do, and few things he likes to do.He doesn't like talking during meals, he doesn't like being woken up when he sleeps, so he also doesn't like when everyone is moving towards a serious goal, someone treats the journey of risking life as an outing for favor , say now.

"Honey, are you thirsty, come and drink some water, mixed with nectar, or you like me to feed you," this is the voice of the blood prince.

"..." Although the paralyzed mage in black over there didn't speak, he had already handed the water bottle to His Majesty the Pope, a typical man of action.

"Dear Yannick, let me wipe your mouth." The blood prince took out a handkerchief with exquisite dark patterns.

"..." It was also Chris, and what he took out was a magic potion to replenish physical strength.

As the protagonist, the silver-haired priest's face was completely numb.

As bystanders, everyone also went from being shocked at the beginning, then suddenly realized, and then to the current numbness.

As for the other two protagonists, Chris and Ansair, they have always acted in their own way, and it is impossible to worry about the eyes of others, not to mention that their behavior does not affect the speed of the team, and does not affect the efficiency of the team. Everyone has to endure The only thing that matters is the blood prince's chattering show of affection, and the black-clothed mage's silent show of presence.

If Fanserich is proficient in the language of another world now, then he must say: It is tolerable, which is unbearable!

Here, it is necessary to introduce their improvised team.

The team members are strong.

In the Holy See, besides Yannick who is the pope, there is also an archbishop, Vanserich, and a bishop, Augustine.

As for the mages, they are accompanied by Saint Simon, a great magister, Fitzgerald, a magister, Richard Dilking, and a Chris whose strength no one knows which step he has reached.

Speaking of the magister Richard Dilkin, he was the magister who challenged Yannick in the Principality of Mecklen. Before the fall of the Principality of Mecklen, he escaped by chance because he was not in the Principality of Mecklen. After a catastrophe, but his students were not so lucky, all sacrificed on the frontline battlefield, and because of this, Richard Dilkin took the initiative to ask Simon to join the team.

The magister who likes to dress himself up sparklingly quickly attracted the attention of the beautiful boy Leopold, reducing his regret that he couldn't stay with Gustav. If the magister himself was a bit old, maybe the Dragon Clan is now It's time to move on.

In addition, the blood prince also brought two blood clans, namely the second-generation blood clan Wilson, the third-generation blood clan Anna, and the elf queen and two elves.

The team is small, but it has almost gathered the elites of all races on the mainland. In other words, as long as the monsters know their whereabouts and wipe out all of them, the leaderless allied army may soon collapse. Lost, the spring of monsters has come.

Even so, Fansherich knew very well that there was a reason for them to gather here.

It is not an easy task to make up for the cracks in the plane. It can be seen from the short lives of the popes in the past. Not only did none of them completely repair the cracks, but they also took their own lives in vain. This is not even the gods. After completing the task, Vanserich doesn't think that he and Yannick can really repair the plane, not to mention all the dangers that may be encountered on the road. The existence of people like Saint Simon is not only to ensure his He and Yannick were able to safely reach the place where the crack in the plane was, in case the two of them couldn't fix the crack, other people could help.

In order not to be discovered by the monsters, the advantage of the dragon clan is temporarily useless. It is impossible for them to ride a dragon and land in the dark forest. This is why everyone has to walk on their legs and travel long distances.

But emotions are often not controlled by rationality. After knowing it, Vanserich still feels that the existence of those two people is really an eyesore!Whether it's the vampires pretending to be affectionate, or the black-clothed mage's slumped face, all, all, order, people, nothing, law, direct, see!

Of course, in his opinion, Yanick Hill is innocent, not only innocent, but also very pitiful. His Majesty the Pope, a dignified Holy See, was entangled by two hateful and hateful guys like this, and he will never be at peace.

Looking at the others, the serious former pope, the current archbishop, finally couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

The dragon who turned into a beautiful boy walked beside the magister Richard Dilkin, his eyeballs were not looking at the road, but stuck to Richard Dilkin's...clothes.

Saint Simon of France and Fitzgerald, another great magister, were discussing with great interest how to cook the giant python to taste better.

The female vampire Anna did not follow her idiot master, but insisted on walking with Bishop Augustine. The former was not afraid of the latter's cold expression, and kept chattering in a low voice, just like her idiot master .

As for the other male vampire, the one named Wilson, followed behind Yannick and the others, staring coldly at the silver-haired pope in front of him, as if he wanted to make a hole in his back.

And the elf queen...

Well, Goddess of Light, the elves are the most normal people in the team.

But the question is, are they really not traveling, but on a journey full of dangers, hardships and obstacles? ? ?

Seeing Fanserich's attention, the elf queen turned her head and showed him a gentle smile: "Your Excellency Fanserich, you don't seem very happy?"

"No," Vanserich said bluntly and politely, then paused and sighed, "I just think we're too relaxed!"

The elf queen pursed her lips and smiled: "You are too serious. Although the monsters are powerful, we have so many people. You might as well have more confidence in us."

Fanserich showed a wry smile: "I think so too, but the reality tells me that this is just the calm before the storm. After crossing this mountain, we are likely to meet a cruel fate."

The route they chose was to cross the high mountain bordering the Principality of Cornwall with Mecklen, directly enter the territory of the Principality of Mecklen, and then arrive at the city of Tumaco. From there, they crossed the border outside the small town of Jed. The plains and valleys, and then through the town of Tome, and then you can reach the dark forest.

This route is similar to the route that Yannick followed Azul and the others. Because the three countries of Garter, Charlemagne, and Santos have become the focus of monster attacks, the route starting from the Principality of Cornwall becomes The most likely safe route to avoid monsters.

Although with the strength of this team, it is not known who will suffer when they encounter monsters, but after all, there is still a long way to go, and being able to preserve a point of strength means that the chances of winning in the future are greater.

After crossing the high mountain named Altona in Cornwall, they were actually already in the Principality of Mecklen, but since this area was originally a sparsely populated mountain forest area, they couldn't see much desolation after the fall. , on the contrary, after walking for three consecutive days, everyone was a little tired, and the lush green scenery could no longer arouse any surprises for them. Everyone just wanted to sit down and have a good rest.

As the team leader, Yannick chose a meadow next to the creek, surrounded by tall coniferous forests, only this place is slightly flat, where everyone can rest, and the water in the creek looks very clear, which is ideal resting place.

"Let's spend the night here tonight, and we will continue our journey tomorrow. At that time, Augustine, Sir Simon and I will be in charge of the first half of the night, and Wilson and Dilkin will be in charge of the second half of the night."

"I object." Unexpectedly, Augustine was the first to speak, "Your Majesty, your example cannot be used in this regard. I strongly recommend that you conserve your strength and take a good rest!"

"I agree." The Elf Queen nodded, "Your Majesty Hill, Jerome will be on duty in the first half of the night."

Jerome was the name of one of the elves she brought with her.

Seeing other people agreeing, Yannick had no choice but to compromise.

They came out here without knights or guards, because these knights who only have strength may become a burden in battle, so similarly, no one came to set up tents, and mages came in handy at this time .

Seeing those powerful mages standing there using their staffs to direct various materials to build tents, Yannick felt very happy.

After setting up the tent, everyone had a quick meal outside, and went back to the tent to rest. Without transportation, magic scrolls cannot be used casually, and the "humanoid plane" dragon clan has not yet come in handy At that time, walking on two legs was a huge physical effort. Except for the night watchmen, no one was willing to give up the warm tent and choose to stay outside to enjoy the wind.

When Yannick sat down, he couldn't help letting out a moan.

Just now, in order to maintain his image outside, even if his legs were sore and limp, he tried his best not to lose his composure. The result of his desperate attempt to save face is that now he feels that his legs are no longer his own.

If it weren't for the fact that there is such a thing as healing in this world, he would almost doubt whether he would be able to continue on the road tomorrow.

Of course, healing is not a panacea, and in many cases it can only heal visible wounds, but Yannick can control the magic fluctuations in his palm, making the light magic emit proper heat and relieve the soreness in his calves.

In short, he changed the light healing technique into a baby warmer and a hot water bottle that can generate heat at any time.

Goddess of Light, she will probably be pissed off.

The silver-haired Pope thought happily, the warmth from his calf made him squint his eyes comfortably, and even couldn't help but yawned.

Then, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and the blood prince bent over and walked in. He saw the priest's robe rolled up to his waist, his trousers rolled up, and his own hands groping around his calves.

The boots had already been taken off, and only silk white socks were worn on the slender white legs. A head of silver hair slid down the back because the master was sitting on the ground and bent over, and most of it fell on the bedding, while the young His Majesty the Pope himself The face is loose and lazy, the eyes are misty with tears from tiredness, and one hand is still covering the mouth, looking very attractive.

The man couldn't help but whistled: "Dear baby, are you tempting me?"

"No," His Majesty the Pope said wearily, "I did not invite you in, Your Excellency, in public, we need to keep a certain distance so as not to cause trouble to others."

The tent is very small, the man walked the first two steps, bent down, and he could touch Yannick, but he didn't rush to do that, but picked up a few strands of silver hair and sniffed it under his nose, "It smells so good, you rub it Is there sesame oil?"

"No, those sissy nobles would like to wipe that kind of thing." Yannick frowned, "I feel that our journey seems to be going too smoothly."

"This is just the beginning. Monsters are not as smart as you think, and they also have weaknesses." The man grabbed him into his arms, rubbing his hands directly on his skin.

"Honey, I know how to massage to relieve your fatigue, leave everything to me." He bit the priest's ear, causing him to tremble unconsciously.

"No, there are other people outside..." Because of the subsided soreness, Yannick really didn't want to move any more, but the slight struggle would only be regarded as fun, and it was as painless as a kitten scratching its claws.

Sure enough, instead of letting go of him, the man hugged him even tighter. One hand was still on his calf, rubbing it with just the right strength, and the other hand was already sliding up restlessly. to the base of his thigh, and...

Another person came in.

Chris.

Yannick: "..."

Why did he feel like he was being raped on the spot?They did nothing at all!

Although it seems very ambiguous.

Ans didn't feel ashamed or guilty at all, but raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing here?"

The black-clothed mage didn't even look at him, took out a bottle of magic potion, and sat down beside Yannick.

"This is to relieve fatigue. Don't use light magic, it will only consume your magic power."

"I only used a little..." The priest coughed lightly, grateful for the other party's thoughtfulness, and also a little inexplicably guilty. "Chris..."

The mage in black didn't speak, but directly opened the potion bottle, poured some liquid in the palm of his hand, and then smeared the priest's other calf that was not taken advantage of by Ans, and began to massage him.

When the medicinal liquid touched the skin, it felt clear and refreshing. Yannick felt that his tense muscles had been liberated, and he felt much more comfortable immediately.

Ans squinted his eyes and was about to say something, but Chris moved faster than he imagined. He reached out and pinched the priest's chin, and kissed it.

Yannick was startled, and was immediately distracted by the tongue that came in. He wanted to retreat, but An Si was holding him in his arms behind him, and Chris happened to block the front, so he was in a dilemma!

The blood prince hummed softly in his ear, the other party did not snatch the right to kiss with the priest, but stretched his claws between the priest's slightly open legs.

"Hmm...!" The escaped groans were completely swallowed up, and even the hands that were about to struggle were firmly restrained. The two of them, one in front of the other, formed an imperceptible encirclement of the priest, even though they didn't intend to. He became the prey in the net, and there was no escape.

But this weird situation only lasted for less than half a minute.

Because half a minute later, the curtain of the tent was lifted again.

This time it was Fansherich who came in.

Yannick: "..."

Fanserich: "..."