Chapter five hundred and forty fourth cruel mission
She was wearing a red dress and riding a strong mare sideways through the beech forest. The sunlight shining through the leaves made her white hair and skin almost transparent, like light white gauze floating in the world. She looked up
At the beginning, the morning dew on her long eyelashes sparkled, as if she was immersed in the subtle music played by the new leaves that had just grown. She was like a leaping flame in the forest, swimming among the green of the fallen leaves.
.There are a few solitary plants scattered on the grassland in the forest, heather and cistus grow on the natural jungle border, and maple and fir trees stand alone on the bank of the Thames. This is a priceless oasis on the busy Thames.
Previously, the path between the lush broadleaf forest had not been visited for 152 years.
The horse's hooves carefully passed over the calcified bryophyte community and many small Mediterranean shrubs, and stopped in front of Salomon. Joan of Arc looked down at the mystic. Her body was shrouded in a vague shimmer, as if she was bringing the morning light with her.
Entering the shadows. Without waiting for Salomon to explain her purpose, she shook the reins first. The docile mare stepped on the black humus and took a few small steps to the side and forward, as if stepping on a Dorian scale.
Salomon stretched out his hand to hold her waist, and his other hand passed under her legs, and he easily lifted her off the horse, as if he were holding an exquisite doll. "I want to give it to you.
Give this horse a name." Joan held the reins with one hand and confidently declared her ownership of the brown mare, "Ines, she is a gentle horse."
"This is your freedom." Salomon's hand did not leave Joan's slender waist, and she was used to the close contact from the mystic. Her other hand lightly carried Salomon's hand, like a
The palms held together gracefully during the dance. The fingertips touched each other shyly. All the emotions were wrapped in the luxurious black silk gloves. The ancient stars floating 150 million kilometers away were projected from between the leaves.
On the dot halo. "Bayonetta chose a thoroughbred horse, and she is now galloping around the racecourse with Pegasus! I hope the horse will not be frightened by Pegasus's big wings."
Bad." Salomon said. No one has lived here for more than a century and a half, and it was used as a U.S. Air Force rest center during World War II. Therefore, many decorations in this manor have gone wrong and require a lot of renovation. And the finely decorated
The time was exaggeratedly long, and as soon as the irresistible witches learned that the horse farm had been renovated, they couldn't wait to come to the manor to ride horses.
"She named the horse Caliper, and I'm pretty sure it wasn't to appeal to my scientific preferences."
"Don't expect me to thank you."
"It's my pleasure."
"You!" Her clear, light gray, almost green eyes looked up and down at the Mystic Mage. "In the past, you would try to argue with me." She raised her tone at the end of the sentence, like a light feather blowing, "Could it be that Se
Lesa whipped you too hard yesterday? Poor little guy, are you here to ask for a kiss?"
"You know what the game between us is like, Joan of Arc." Salomon said with a smile, "Aren't you always eager to join in?"
"If you want to be shot by me." Joan of Arc pulled her hand away from Salomon's palm, held her head high, and walked to the manor horse farm holding the reins. "What do you want to say?" Her pearly white hair
As the breeze picked up, "You must have something to do when you come to me."
"I've already told Bayonetta," Salomon said, "I'm going on a business trip to an outer dimension. It's dangerous, but not too dangerous. The danger does not come from the bizarre magical world, but from a certain
A mixed-race nightmare who is a traveler, ordinary people cannot bear his pranks. Although it is not good to speak ill of elders, for that guy, any humiliation is accurate and worthwhile."
"Are you going on a long trip? A far trip in the Kama-Taj sense?"
"Yes." Salomon shrugged, "I think so."
"When will you come back? Wait..." She suddenly stopped and looked back at Salomon with a strange look. "You don't think I will be reluctant to part with you, do you?" She showed a bad smile, "I believe Salomon
Lesa already understood your responsibility when she decided to date you. The witch is not a mother-in-law woman. As for me, I just live with her. I admit that you are very good in bed, niemand kann dir das wasser
Reichen, do you think this is my emotional expression for you, man?"
"I promise I didn't think so."
Joan of Arc faced forward again. She walked slowly, waving the riding crop in her hand lightly. "Aren't you going to follow?" After a while, she said, "I'm pretty sure Theresa wants to be with you."
Let me vent my emotions, in a way unique to witches."
"What about you?" Salomon asked with a smile.
"Do you want to get shot by me, idiot!?"
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"Are you ready to go?" The old guy with a white beard wearing a dark yellow jacket and a plaid scarf walked around excitedly and danced. However, the two young people in front of him ignored his plan, and one of them
The taller man was reciting a spell to another person. The tall man pointed to the sword at his waist and made a promise, which made the other young man who was obviously not in a good mood relax a lot. No one knew
Why does this damn old guy do such troublesome things, but everyone knows that Merlin has his own plan, and even the Supreme Mage has acquiesced in this behavior - there is no incompetent spellcaster under Merlin, he is the best in history
As a teacher, there are some things that are more suitable for Merlin to educate, so that these two young people can be prepared to shoulder the responsibility of human reason.
Salomon has done a great job. In Merlin's eyes, he will bear all the pain to complete his eternal mission. Salomon has accepted this cruel mission and rushes forward without looking back. He is Ka
The most perfect tool that Ma Taiji has created for thousands of years.
As an assistant, Dave still needs training. In the cruel and dark future, his strength and wisdom must be on par with Salomon. He needs to go to the harshest place in En-Gale to maintain the seal of the Earth Mother and become a true German.
Rui, only in this way can he take over the core spells of the Merlin School and lead the Merlin Wizard Group. This is a long process, and even the Lord's spells can only delay some Dave's time. The most cruel ones are
, let alone a young man like Dave. This is the trial given to him by Merlin, and it is Dave's fate after receiving the ring. Although it is cruel, it is his responsibility as the heir to the Merlin School. Everyone has it.
No one can escape their own responsibilities.
No matter how much Veronica objected, it was useless. She tried to talk to Merlin, but the guilty half-blood nightmare always avoided her until the day of departure. "Don't be sad, little Dave." Merlin said calmly,
He was not ashamed at all for playing a prank on Dave. "We have to go to Xandar to have something to eat first, and then we set off." He hooked Dave's shoulder very familiarly and dragged him to the constant place of Kama Taj.
Go through the portal, "You will have something to brag about once you arrive! Think about it, how many girls will want to hear about your extraterrestrial adventures?"
Dave is not interested in this at all, he only cares about whether the Supreme Mage's spell can take effect. Salomon has already arranged the work in the Immortal City, and during his absence, all work will be carried out step by step.
Proceed. He didn't delay, took all the necessary things, and took the lead through the portal.