Chapter 1990 Magic Weapon Master 9
Xi Ning responded without changing her expression and without her heart beating: "My name is Leslie."
In order to increase credibility, he also mentioned someone close to him: "This is Cynthia from Chat County." Look at this outfit, including a sword, a cape, and a tall horse. You can tell from the appearance that she is a professional. Magic weapon master.
What follows is nonsense, and everyone is dead anyway: "All the people escorting the vehicle are dead. Before he died, he told the two of us that when the real owner of this property comes, the lord will be grateful for our bravery and righteousness." Give rewards, so we have been waiting here.”
Her heart was bleeding when she said this. There are so many things, one can turn from poverty into a little rich woman, and one can live a comfortable life for a few days before successfully completing the task, but now they are all gone.
Cynthia was a little surprised, but she quickly adjusted. After giving her a grateful look, she held her head high and accepted it happily. This kind of benefit cannot be taken for granted.
One person jumped into the car behind him, opened the box, looked at it, and nodded, indicating that the money was there.
There were other things, all of them were there. The attitude of the person who came suddenly became much better. He also lowered his hand on the sword and held the reins instead: "Dear female magic weapon master, please come with me to see our lord. .”
Then go ahead. Xining got off the carriage and sat on his little donkey next to him. The magic weapon master who had died in the battle was found and carefully placed in the car. He also covered his face with a piece of animal skin and folded his hands before placing them on his chest.
As for the robber's body, it could not be wasted and was thrown in the car. Of course, some people suggested tying the feet with ropes and dragging them behind the car. But in order to go back as proof and to claim credit, they were eventually piled in the back of the car and placed behind the feet of the magic weapon master's corpse, and the soles of their shoes stepped on the robber's face intentionally or unintentionally.
The two horses that lost their owners were led away together, and the team headed forward.
The next one is a very small town, or a town-village junction is more appropriate. Of course, the lord would not live here, mainly because this tax was too important, so he came with his people to escort him. Unexpectedly, an accident happened before we got here. I originally thought that no one would be so bold and dare to challenge the two magic weapon masters.
In the small town, I met the lord, a young man whose beard was not very clean. He was wearing a cloak, but also a fox fur scarf. The left and right shoulders outside the cloak were equipped with metal wolf head guards, proving his aristocratic status.
Cynthia dismounted, and Xining followed.
The magic weapon master who went to respond told the reason for the incident and introduced: "These two are noble ladies who have been protecting the vehicle regardless of the danger."
Cynthia immediately put her hand on her chest and tilted her head slightly: "Cynthia from Chat County is willing to serve you."
Cynthia should know better than herself about the aristocracy here. Xining quickly followed suit, holding her hand on her chest and saluting with her head tilted: "Special Leslie is willing to serve you."
The lord thought he was very handsome and stood with his sword in his hand, his head held high, and with a bit of arrogance: "Guardian of Rock City, Lord Lelia, Roddy Medrich."
It’s okay. The title is not very long. You have to know that the titles of ancient civilizations are outrageous, such as mother of the upper and lower earth, descendant of the gods, blessed by a certain god, wife of so and so, queen of the Mesopotamia... the names are also long. Very well, after reading it all, the kneeling person’s legs will definitely feel sore.
"Hello, Lord Lord." Cynthia had already put down her hand and nodded to greet her.
But Xining felt that it would be inappropriate if she did this, so she put her hand on her chest and saluted again, so as to highlight Cynthia's identity.
Sure enough, the lord turned his attention to Cynthia and walked over: "Beautiful lady, are you a noble?"
Cynthia bowed slightly and responded: "My full name is Cynthia Moulton, and the lord of Chatshire is my father."
Xining... there are tricks in all planes, princesses and princes, lords and other lords' daughters. Dashaque, who always avoids killing people, can survive to this day, and she still has the aura of a heroine. The lord stretched out his hand: "Can you?"
Cynthia raised her hand, and the lord held her hand and kissed the back of her hand quickly. The gesture was noble and polite, indicating that he had received a good aristocratic education.
After the lord let go of his hand, he said with a smile on his lips: "I didn't expect to get your help. I really can't repay it. Can you please honor me and visit me in the castle, so that I can have the opportunity to fulfill my friendship as a landlord?" .”
This was an invitation. Cynthia hesitated for a moment, but Xining answered first: "I think Cynthia will be very happy. As for me, I'm just passing by. Please give me a reward. I won't disturb the lord."
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Cynthia looked blaming, as if she couldn't say anything, with a bit of shyness.
Xi Ning was almost drunk when he saw her. It was really different when meeting the Mr. Right. But I didn't see her slashing people randomly with a sword. The person was broken into two parts, along with the trees and furniture behind him, and even other people.
After hesitating for a moment, the lord said: "For you, it's special..."
It seems that she forgot her name, so she quickly reminded: "Leslie."
The lord continued: "For you, special Leslie, for your generous action, I will reward you with a sheepskin, a bag of silver coins, and a letter of recommendation issued by me to express my appreciation and encouragement to you!"< br>
The people around him immediately applauded, and Xining also quickly saluted to express his gratitude. This is the right thing to do. Even if my sister’s body is still small, it is still a light bulb. It will not disturb you and the heroine’s alone time. I hope that you two turtles will become more and more in love with each other, and will propose marriage and have children as soon as possible. , no need to thank you.
The lord instead asked someone to arrange for Cynthia to go to the hotel first. After handling the next matter, he took Cynthia back home.
Soon, the things were brought to her. It's quite good sheepskin. As for the bag of silver coins, there are ten silver coins in the bag, and a letter of recommendation stamped with the red wax of the lord's seal ring.
Xi Ning opened the letter and read it. The magic weapon master who sent the gift said with a slightly disdainful expression: "This is a letter of recommendation written by the lord himself. In the future, when other lords or nobles are recruiting people, you can hand it over."
The letter wrote about this incident and affirmed her spirit of not being greedy for money and keeping her promises.
After Xining read it, he folded the letter and placed it carefully on his chest.
The contempt on the magic weapon master's face disappeared, and he asked doubtfully: "Do you understand?" The order of reading should be to look at it, not to look at it randomly.
Duan Wen literacy can only be learned by nobles. If some lords are lazy in their studies, others will even do the writing for them.
Xining smiled: "I don't understand, but I can see that the writing is really beautiful, one string after another." There is no need for people to know that my sister is a god. She was canonized as a god by the Supreme God in the mission, and she can understand all languages. He has long been self-taught in writing and writing.
The magic weapon master then put away his nervousness and returned to being casual: "Okay, let's go slowly, have a good journey."
That's right, what I want is to leave as soon as possible, so that we will have nothing to do with him and never see him again.
(End of chapter)