Escape from the desperate situation made every survivor really excited for a while, but soon they discovered that it was quite a distance away from the prosperous town.

Although some people suggested staying in the farmhouse at the foot of the mountain for a night, seeing the injuries on the body of Princess Xiya and the other princess who seemed a little mentally ill due to frightened, the suggestion for temporary revision was immediately rejected by everyone.

The wound on the old magician's head had been bandaged, and the blood-stained robe had been thrown away. One of the knights took off his clothes and put them on the old magician.

The old magician who lost too much blood was also a patient who had to be taken care of.

Fortunately, the majestic knight borrowed a shabby carriage from a nearby farmhouse. This was originally a tool used by the owner of the house to transport firewood, but at this moment, there were three wounded men who needed careful care.

The work of caring for the wounded naturally fell on Miss Frera.

Seeing her taking care of everyone, Ribo seemed to see Miss Stee again in the minds of these orphans back then.

He wanted to sit on the carriage, and how much he wished he would have one or two wounds on his body, so that he could accept Frera's careful care and enjoy the warmth that once fascinated him.

Unfortunately, he is obviously the most intact among all survivors except the Killer King Kelle.

The only scar on his body was the scratch that accidentally slid down on the back of his hand when he was climbing up the rock just now while holding the two ladies.

His Royal Highness, who temporarily acted as a groom, was obviously the most wonderful task for everyone who was exhausted at this moment.

These ragged and tired people walked dejectedly on the sparsely populated road.

The joy of surviving from the brink of death has now been replaced by mourning for companions.

Seeing the less than twenty people following the carriage slowly, Ribo could hardly imagine the scene when he came out of Franck, the capital.

Such a vast group of people disappeared in a moment.

This is the real power that the magician possesses. Only then did Ribo understand why, for a thousand years, no king has ever used this mountain range as a breakthrough to invade the enemy country.

Why have famous generals from all ages willing to choose the open northern plain as the battlefield to engage in extremely cruel battles and fights?

Obviously this is not the dignity of the knight or the pursuit of a open and upright fighting style, but because no one is willing to take the risk of being wiped out, and there is no room for retreat in this Jedi, who can only watch himself walk to the death.

Among these mountains and ridges, in this place full of crises, the power of the magician is the most powerful and irresistible.

Ruibo is very grateful that as a magician, and seeing the true power of the magician, he has become more determined to pursue the extremely powerful and ultimate power.

Walking on the sparsely populated road, listening to the cries of cattle and sheep in the fields on both sides of the road, listening to the shouting sounds of the river in the distance, and the heavy trumpets of the boatman, Ruibo felt a strange desolation.

This was the first day he entered Deli and went to the Kingdom.

This was his first step on the journey.

I didn't expect that the beginning would be so thrilling.

This experience of escaping from death is probably no less than Mr. Hyde's adventure to the far east.

Along the way, they passed by many farmhouses, which were scattered on this vast land.

Every time they passed by a farmhouse, the knights went in and "plundered" them, and finally let everyone get on the carriage.

These simple carriages are driving on the road.

In this midsummer, the sunlight at noon looks particularly vicious.

Although everyone here was soaked by the splashing water just now, they were all dry quickly under the scorching sun.

Being drowsy by the scorching sun, Ruibo felt in a daze that the crowd on the road gradually became denser.

Almost every passing carriage pointed at them, and it was obvious that their group was quite eye-catching.

Above these three carriages, there are not only beautiful and charming ladies, but also people with majestic expressions, strong and strong figures, and long swords on their waists.

The carriage walked forward for a long time under the gaze of pedestrians on both sides, and finally saw a church spire piercing the sky in the valley surrounded by mountains.

For Ruibo, this architectural style is not unfamiliar at all. He was once intoxicated by these graphic styles and magnificent buildings with sharp roofs like sharp swords.

However, in his memory, the Francis, who like fashion and classics, seemed to prefer huge domes that looked luxurious and noble, rather than these straight and sharp buildings.

As the carriage got closer, Ruibo could finally see clearly this quiet town hidden among the mountains.

Whether it is Southport or Serthburg, this frugal town is obviously incomparable. In fact, from the scale and prosperity of the town, it seems, is far from the same as Leding.

However, Ruibo vaguely felt a sense of classical and deep breath from this ordinary small town.

This obviously made Rebow deeply doubtful, because the history of the Delizhi Kingdom could never be more profound than that of the Franx Kingdom.

This town has undoubtedly experienced a long time. The flat stairs paved with granite stones in front of the town have become evident because of the hardships of time.

The countless tiny cracks seemed to tell passers-by the distant history of this town.

There are not many magnificent buildings on the town, and the scribble-like church may be the only building that can be called a grandeur.

Like the rural farmhouses I just saw from the mountainside, this town is full of houses of different styles.

The houses were so crowded that the streets seemed unusually narrow.

However, the combination of these narrow streets and buildings of different styles reveals a strong antique flavor.

In addition, there is the wall of more than two meters high made of white rocks surrounding the town that extends to the hillside, and the simple castle fortress built on the hillside and top, which faintly reveals a piece of walls and roofs between the trees, which also adds a trace of vicissitudes of time to this small town.

The small stone arch bridge with a simple but extremely beautiful shape blends into the surrounding scenery, just like a beautiful pastoral landscape painting.

What surprised Ruibo even more was that although this town was crowded, it was full of green everywhere.

Although the houses on both sides have only a very narrow path left on the street, the residents of the town are willing to leave a world of survival for those towering ancient trees.

Walking along the narrow street slowly and slowly, being in this town, it seems like entering the forest.

The canopy that covered the sky covered many low houses, and the green branches gently laid on the eaves and porch.

In this lush greenery, Ruibo suddenly felt the strong smell of the quaint and tranquility of this town.

Walk slowly along the curved and narrow street filled with pebbles.

The small restaurants, bars and shops on both sides deeply attracted Ruibo.

This place is a world of difference from Nangang, and the shops and restaurants here do not seem ostentatious at all.

The store's store's store's store's store is extremely narrow. Apart from a short three-foot-long counter, there is only a clip that allows people to pass sideways.

The carriage stopped at the door of a small hotel.

Ruibo found it very strange how His Royal Highness the prince was able to find this hotel.

This hotel is open in a narrow alley, which looks extremely secluded. The huge banyan tree in front of the door adds a touch of simplicity and tranquility here.

A slender wooden water diversion channel leads the spring on the hillside to a small pond in front of the door.

The slender spring water hit the water surface of the pond, as if a small waterfall was hanging. The green moss and the ancient banyan tree in front of the door were just inviting, making the place look more quiet and peaceful.

All the matter was left to the knights to take care of, and Rebbo and Miss Frera went straight into the guest room prepared for them.

This frugal hotel is not spacious, so the rooms are a bit narrow.

Apart from one bed, there is only a table beside the bed, with a white pottery kettle and a copper basin placed on it.

Ruibo felt very kind to this arrangement, and when he arrived here, he felt like he had returned to his home in Nangang.

There were a row of nails against the wall on the west side, which were hooks used to hang clothes.

There is not even a chair in the room, but there is a rather unique garden behind this small and frugal guest room.

Everyone living in the town seems to be a clever gardener.

Various colorful plants are planted casually in the garden, but the staggered arrangement and harmonious and wonderful color combination make these ordinary plants that can be seen everywhere on the roadside have an artistic beauty.

With a few rattan chairs and a double hanging chair, this place is obviously suitable for young couples to meet and chat. It is also very suitable for gatherings and chatting, as if it is completely isolated from the world.

Seeing all this, Ruibo was puzzled. In his impression, Delizhiren should have been a tough and rough, wild and heroic nation, not as delicate and artistic as you see in front of you.

"Can you pull the curtains up? I hope you can massage me. This accident has added unprecedented scars to my body. If these scars cannot completely disappear, I want you to pay high compensation for this." Frera's sarcastic moan broke the tranquility here.

Ruibo has no way of doing this lady's sometimes messing around.

The guilt and deep love made him have no chance of rejecting it.

He smiled and walked towards Frera, who was already comfortably lying on the bed.

For Ruibo, helping Furira take off her clothes is a very familiar job, and he is very happy to do such an interesting job.

But at this moment he did not feel as painful as before. He carefully examined every wound on Frera's body.

There were large pieces of abrasions on the back and on the arms, bruises and purple marks could be seen everywhere, and there were even bloodstains on many wounds that penetrated from under the epidermis. Seeing all this made Ruibo feel very distressed.

He quickly poured the water filled with the kettle into the copper basin, but then he realized that there were no towels in the room.

"As far as I know, the tongue is the best tool to soothe wounds and make them heal quickly, while saliva is the magic medicine to prevent the wound from leaving scars." Frera, who was naked on the bed, said with a playful chuckling.

Hearing Frera's hint, Rebow immediately jumped onto the frugal big bed.

The magic cloak was thrown aside by his own hands, and his coat was thrown to the ground.

For Ruibo, his work at this moment was originally the game he was familiar with in the past, but in addition to the game and enjoyment, there was a little more comfort and sweetness.

The little boy trained by Frera himself had an extremely flexible tongue, and this studious disciple knew every sensitive part of the teacher who taught him these skills.

And the most perfect treatment method in the legend obviously has a real magical effect.

At least at this moment, Frera had completely forgotten the pain coming from the wound, and she was already intoxicated by the wonderful feeling.

This was something she had never felt before. She even wondered in her heart whether she would often suffer minor injuries in the future.
To be continued...