Sword and Magic and Taxi

A few days later, as the knights who were investigating the goblin defense situation came back, they were leaving. The paladins have packed their bags, brought enough supplies for a long march, and are ready to set off at any time. Although Zhao Mai does not need to walk with crutches, Wadsworth wants to keep him for training, so he will definitely not be able to go north with the knights. Butcher clearly expressed his determination not to go with the knights with his white eyes. The only unfinished business they had left was to say goodbye. To be precise, it was Hazel and Zhao Mai saying goodbye.

Reserve Food was the only spectator besides a man and a woman. He lay on the ground with his paws under his chin and raised his eyelids in concentration. Hazel was a little at a loss. She was sure that she couldn't leave without saying goodbye, but when she stood in front of Zhao Mai, she didn't know what to say. Although she thought about just saying goodbye, she found it difficult to open her mouth and make the sound.

Zhao Mai knew that he should break the silence at this time, but he didn't have much experience in getting along with girls-especially beauties and beauties with high fighting power. After holding it in for a few seconds, he said something he regretted for several days: Well, your leggings are of good use.

It was okay not to mention this, but Hazel's face turned red when she mentioned it. She quickly took a deep breath, swallowed and cleared her throat, Okay, this thing does work. I will report it to the temple.

Don't forget about the muskets. Green and the dwarf Thok in Nebo Town can help you. Tell them that this is my idea. The muskets will be of great help to the Temple of Iomedae. What we need is not Continue to make money if you are disturbed. Zhao Mai went further and further down the wrong path of picking up girls: When a gun is in the hands of justice, it can play a protective role.

I remember, I will contact you about this matter. But the final decision will be made by the priests. I am just a warrior. Hazel looked at Zhao Mai and said softly: It would be great if you were also a warrior. .”

I have such a playful smile all day long, but I can't be a paladin. Even if I become a priest, I can't stand abiding by all kinds of rules. The goddess won't bless me. Zhao Mai scratched his head and said: Haier, yes I don’t know whether I should say this or not, but I think it’s quite important.”

Well, tell me! The female knight's eyes widened, with a little expectation in her heart.

If you want to deal with the monsters of Lamashtu, you can actually find external help. The Demon Lord, the Wind Demon Pazuzu, and the mother of monsters, Lamashtu, are mortal enemies. You can let them consume each other, and then...

The important thing you said is to ask me, a paladin of the Radiant Sword Goddess of Iomedae, to seek help from the Demon King's priest? You! You make me so sad!

Hazel was about to leave, and Zhao Mai grabbed her shoulders, but was too anxious to stand still and fell on the paladin. His chin hit Hazel's shoulder armor hard, and then slid down. Hazel hurriedly helped him up, then lowered her head to straighten the clothes on her chest.

Just a little bit, I'm so sorry. Zhao Mai smiled and didn't care at all about the redness and swelling on his chin. What I just said is true. There is a huge irreconcilable hatred between these two gods. For example, if they were two snakes, they would fight each other when they met. Even if a weasel was chewing their tails, they would You have to kill the other snake first before you pay attention to the weasel. You don't have to worry about the two of them joining forces to do evil, that will never happen.

How do you know? Hazel blinked: Forget it, I just need to understand that you do know this information.

My method will definitely work. Zhao Mai straightened his chest: At least it worked every time before, right?

Okay, even if I believe in your method, I can't, won't, and don't want to go find the priests of the Demon King Pazuzu. That's not what I'm good at. I would rather charge into battle than troublesome tasks. Hazel shook her head: No, we will go to the Farmer's Forest, meet up with the sisters, and then start clearing the monsters. We have already wasted too much time.

A waste of time? Zhao Mai shook his head: What a pity that I made you feel like this.

Hazel knew that she had said the wrong thing, so she immediately apologized: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it. I failed to ask the archdruid for help, which would disappoint the goddess, which made me a little confused. I take back that sentence.

It's okay, I'm just teasing you. Zhao Mai took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Hazel: This is a letter written to Green and Sock. You can get firearms supplies from them. Including grenades and all kinds of things. Use them well, but don't destroy the forest too much. I'm still a druid after all, right?

Hazel chuckled, Mike was the least druid he had ever seen. If a real druid exudes an aura of nature and wilderness, Mike is the complete opposite. He is more like someone who grew up in the city and learned cunning from endless knowledge, but still has a tenacious temperament like a weed.

You are just a bard! Hazel suddenly said: You can't be trusted at all, would you... would you... She couldn't say the next words, and she just felt a little blocked in her heart.

Really? Then let me give you a song, a skill I just learned recently. Zhao Mai took out his mobile phone, found Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata in his Background music for writing books, and clicked on it Play button.

The piano sound with nostalgia and sadness falls like raindrops, turning into tears, a stream, and a river of emotion. It exists but cannot be said, it is clear that one likes it but is at a loss, hope and cowardice are mixed together, I don’t know what it feels like.

Even in the music temple of Goddess Shalin, I have never heard such an emotional song. Hazel rubbed the corners of her eyes and pursed her lips and said: You really don't have any good intentions! With those giggling troubadours There’s no difference between poets.”

You know I'm not. Zhao Mai waved his hand: Are you asking me to say pay attention to safety, kill the enemy bravely, win the battle, be glorious and glorious? I guess you are tired of hearing it. You just know what I mean.

Okay, you can recover well. I guess you will also go to the Farmer's Forest, right?

Yes, my druid community is still there, and I will definitely go back. The monsters of Lamashtu occupy the forest, how can I, a druid, endure it?

Maybe we will meet on the front line again. Hazel forced a smile and said, I will still protect you.

Ha, okay, I don't mind that. After all, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen so far, and I would love to have you to protect me.

You know, if I remove these few words I have seen so far, my mood will be very different! Hazel took a deep breath, turned her head suddenly, and waved towards Zhao Mai behind her. He waved his hand: Goodbye, friend. It would be great if you were my comrade-in-arms.

Hey, can't I be your leader? I don't mind being a subordinate either.

Hazel shook her head and said nothing. She picked up her luggage from the ground, joined the queue of sisters, and headed north.

Zhao Mai rubbed his chin, looked into the eyes of the food reserve, and asked it: What is this? She must be obsessed with developing an office romance? What kind of quirk is this?

The puppy chirped and made no comment.