Chapter 552 Magic Heir 46
"Ah, ah, don't fight. I was wrong. Isn't that okay if I am wrong?" Suddenly a group of people punched and kicked a guy holding a wheel. The scene was extremely brutal and should not be watched by children.
Option 1: Set up camp, have dinner, stay overnight, and set off again the next day after the spell is lifted.
But Nicholas did not choose this. Instead, he used a spell to summon a wheel and replaced the original wheel. The steward put the wheels behind the car and fixed them with ropes.
Xining immediately laughed when he saw it. It really looked like a spare tire mounted on the back of an off-road vehicle.
The coachman got into the driver's seat, and Ron, who was bruised and swollen, sat next to him. The carriage was full, and they were all masters, so naturally they should sit in the front and watch the road.
In the car, Brad asked uncertainly: "Are you really going to take this idiot with you?"
Xining raised her eyebrows: "He is my brother's slave. My brother asked him to take care of me. It's hard to refuse such kindness!"
It's hard to refuse such care and kindness. He originally wanted to take her back, but when he couldn't catch her, he asked him to follow her.
Nicholas sneered at the side and smiled without saying a word.
Brad looked at James: "What do you think?"
James looked like he had no opinion: "This, she wants to take it with her... you can do whatever you want, I don't have any objections."
Anyway, the food is not from him, all the money spent before was covered by Nikolai. There is no hotel in the back, so even if Nicholas refuses to pay, it will not affect him if everyone is minding their own business. There is no problem with one more person. When cannon fodder is needed at a critical moment, one more person can take the lead.
"Then it's a happy decision." Xining closed her eyes and rested.
Ron's magic ability was not strong, and he only healed half of the injuries on his face. He became one of the few magicians with injuries on his face. He also wore a high-collared cloak, which made him conspicuous.
Although he was a little stupid, he still worked hard.
When the bonfire was lit, thick smoke suddenly billowed, just like a smoke bomb, making people cough.
Nicholas quickly used the spell to summon the wind to blow the smoke away.
Brad conjured a bucket of water and poured it onto the fire to put out the smoke.
James picked up a firewood nearby and looked at it: "Oil wood."
Oilwood is a unique wood here and can produce a lot of thick smoke after burning. Usually when hunting, they are piled at the entrance of the cave to smoke out the wild animals.
Everyone looked at Xining, but Ron was the one in charge of collecting firewood.
Ron apologized sincerely: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I never picked up tree branches before, so I didn't know it was oilwood."
Most people would not pick this branch up. It smells like rosin, and even animals are reluctant to chew it, so it is the most common on the ground.
Brad's eyes were red from the smoke and he wiped his eyes: "Then forget about collecting firewood and go hunting!"
"Okay... okay." Ron's expression was almost like that of a child bride.
"Wait a minute!" Xining thought for a while, laziness was out of the question, who would have picked it up after knowing it? If Ron was asked to go hunting instead, he would not be allowed to treat people as animals.
"Then do you understand the wood that can be burned and the oil wood that cannot be burned?"
Ron nodded immediately: "I understand, I understand!" Xining said with satisfaction: "Then you quickly pick out the ones that can be burned, make a fire, and hurry up."
Ron was so grateful that he immediately rolled up his sleeves and got to work. After a few moments, another bonfire was built and the fire was lit.
Well, not bad! Xining looked at Brad with a hint of pride. That's it. You have to give others opportunities. You can't just let others do other things after they make one mistake. Practice will give you experience. Ahem, cough...why is it smoking again?
Ron mixed in the branches of the oilwood tree. A little bit of these branches can produce a lot of smoke.
Nicholas simply used a spell to turn a small tree into a tree man and let it pick up branches.
The new bonfire was quickly lit and the smoke was no longer as thick. While the meat was roasting on the fire, the tree man was still picking up branches.
Ron was responsible for adding the branches picked up by the tree people to the fire little by little. It was stipulated that he would add one piece every time he counted to "10". As a result, after he counted to "6" at most, he started to dance randomly like "8, 7, 5, 7, 9".
After working on it for a long time, this man found it difficult to even count. It seems that I haven’t even graduated from kindergarten!
So he was asked to count to "3", break a branch, throw half of it in, count to "3" again, and throw the remaining branch in. This solved the problem!
So Ron sat by the campfire and threw in a section of "1, 2, 3... click", threw the remaining half of "1, 2, 3" in, and then went to get another "1, 2, 3... click" ……
Listening to Ron counting the work seriously, Xining felt that his face was almost humiliated by Ron. Even the tree man, who had almost no IQ, could tell what kind of wood could be burned and what kind of wood could not be burned, but he couldn't tell the difference.
I really admire Brother Zha for sending this treasure. How could he endure such a thing as a slave?
After eating and finishing, we lay down on the hammocks and rested separately. After a while, I heard thunderous snoring, one after another.
Xining was almost mad to death. She regretted leaving him behind. She should have punched him away and rolled him as far as he could.
She sat up suddenly, forgetting that she was in the hammock, and almost turned over. After finally maintaining his balance, he lay down and shouted at James, who was snoring loudly: "Don't sleep!"
But after James, who was lying in the other hammock, "hummed" twice, his snoring became softer for a few moments, and then he "hooked" again and made a snoring sound that could exceed 80 decibels.
"I'll do it!" Brad couldn't bear it anymore. He chanted a spell and pointed his finger, and James immediately turned into a rabbit.
The rabbit has no voice after all, right? But looking at this brown rabbit, I feel so ugly, uglier than other rabbits, just as ugly as myself.
Now the whole world is quiet!
Everyone closed their eyes and continued to sleep, when they heard "Huh, Huh, Huh...", they looked sideways irritably, no, can rabbits also snore? It’s unscientific!
Although it was much quieter than the snoring just now, the snoring could still be heard clearly. Even the sound of mosquitoes during sleep affects my sleep, not to mention the snoring sound of 30 decibels.
"Huh, huh, hululu..." He was actually able to make flowers.
Xining was so angry that he couldn't bear it anymore, so he stretched out his fingers and recited a spell.
After the spell, the rabbit's body suddenly shrank, and the hammock that had been sinking floated up, with a stuffed hamster lying on it!
"Rat?" Brad's expression was a little weird. Don't girls hate rats the most?
"It's a hamster! It's different from a mouse." Xining closed her eyes comfortably now. Even if she snores at this size, the sound will not be too loud.
Sure enough, the sound was almost gone. The chubby hamster was lying on his back in the hammock. His little figure was quite cute, much cuter than the rabbit.
After a while, something felt wrong. Why is there a sound?
(End of chapter)