Chapter 103 019. Tradeoffs
Ignorant and ignorant monsters are undoubtedly abominable things, but if Gnicia is to kill these guys with her own hands, the girl feels a little bit reluctant to do so.
After all, even if she knocked over the two forest monsters with a stick just now, she reckoned that it was almost enough to make them lose their fighting power. Her strength is very weak. If she really asked her to kill something, even if it was just such a small monster You have to do it with all your might.
And the forest monster thrown in front of her by Catwoman is not sure what's special about it. If you look closely, it seems to be a little bigger than the other forest monsters. Mobility, it waved its limbs and struggled desperately at Catwoman's feet, obviously, it didn't want to die.
"I can not do it……"
There are many elements in this refusal—five points are indeed derived from overflowing sympathy, and the rest are three points of timidity that does not want to see blood, one point of doubts about the necessity of such post-war executions, and one point of doubt about the necessity of such post-war executions, and the rest One point of fear of these monsters themselves.
"We're already safe, so it doesn't matter if we let it go?"
The forest monster trampled by the catwoman looked like a large cat and dog flopping around. It looked completely harmless, and it was difficult for Gnicia to regard such a thing as an enemy... Although it didn't take long Before, she was still fighting against these green skin monsters.
Her words didn't make Catwoman respond alone, but Gnicia was keenly aware that the other party might be a little disappointed.
Catwoman stretched out her palm to her, Gnicia looked around suspiciously, and finally followed her line of sight to see the weapon in her hand.
"You want this?"
Catwoman nodded silently, and Gnicia handed her the stick.
As Gnicia kept holding it, the skin of the growth cut off from the tree began to crack slowly, and mottled light golden halos emerged from the irregular cracks.
Even if it was held by Catwoman, the spot of light brewing in it didn't weaken at all. It wasn't strong, but the soft light was enough to illuminate half a person's range.
This is the first time Gnicia has used this spell in the mortal world. According to the division of the files in the chapel, it should belong to a druid spell "Given by the Blazing Sun" that is not very complete—by " The sun", "summer", and "nature" elements constitute a spell.
Unlike the wizard spell "arcana", which is particularly systematized and requires precise operation, the druid's spells are quite flexible in use. "Blazing Sun" itself is a magic trick used to temporarily strengthen some weapons and equipment. But as long as it is combined with some basic or even unclassified growth power, it can use a plant that is tough enough to make a not-so-durable magic weapon for itself.
That's right - the wooden pole in Catwoman's hand is actually not something that can last forever. The time it can last is determined by Gnicia's energy supply. inside, and would be shorter if it collided—it would dissolve into nothingness.
Unlike Gnicia's disappointment (at least that's what the girl guessed), Catwoman had a clear interest in this improvised looked up and down a few times, and then reached out to touch the more and more twilight that overflowed from the small cracks, as if studying its composition.
Suddenly, she clenched her hands tightly, holding the wooden pole and poking it vigorously towards her feet.
It wasn't just the ground she poked at, but the hapless forest demon——when the glowing wooden pole touched it, a burst of bright light burst out suddenly, and the catwoman who felt the danger lifted up at the same moment. As expected, when the light dissipated, the chin, neck and part of the upper body of the forest demon suffered very obvious damage. Its skin had a circle of burn marks, and the most obvious thing was that a large piece was crystallized into fine gold particles. In the area of red gravel, when the wind blows, the gravel on the surface will be blown up lightly.
The forest demon twitched twice and stopped moving. Catwoman poked it with the wooden pole that was mostly swallowed by the light just now, and only a short section remained, as if she was dead.
"...a very powerful weapon."
Surprised, she threw the remaining small half of the wooden pole to the ground.
The crystallization of the surface did not conceal the damage inside. When the blood of the monster dripped down the wound to the ground, Gnicia couldn't help but look away... This is really disgusting.
"where are they."
After the monster's problem was settled, Catwoman reminded Gnicia about the imperial people.
There were two gendarmes behind them, two guys who had been beaten for a while, with bruised noses and faces, and now they were even more frightened.
The gendarmes serving the court and the Senate themselves belonged to the nobles of the empire. They may be due to the failure of the family to fight for power, or they need some merits to strengthen their right to speak, or they have a small family business and no property worth inheriting but they have a reputation. ——In short, there are always two types of people in the gendarmerie lineup: those who come to be gilded, and those who come to dawdle.
Whether it is the former or the latter, one thing is always unified, that is, although the descendants of these aristocratic families are well-equipped and may have received a lot of training, they rarely leave the hinterland of the empire. The villains are incomparable.
So where have these city people seen such a battle?Although the two young men tried their best to stand up and face this... lowly barbarian, when Catwoman's indifferent eyes swept over them, they still couldn't avoid the self-consciousness of trembling.
"Say... say something."
A military policeman lowered his voice, wanting his companions to come out with the head.
It's not comfortable to be looked at by a barbarian with such contempt. You can lose in a fight, but you can't save face. Since you lose all fights, you must save face.
We must find a way to strengthen our momentum.
You see, she is just a barbarian... A barbarian in the empire means something like a slave, so so what if she is fierce?No matter how powerful the cat was, it was nothing more than a slave raised by the imperial people.
Thinking of this, the military police became more courageous, and he even wanted to insult the orc with confidence. First, he blamed her for coming too late, and second...the second was to ask who gave her The qualifications to move freely within the empire, and finally take her help for granted, because the imperial law does write that the subordinate nations are obliged to help real imperial citizens escape... probably like this.
Aren't all the real aristocrats playing bureaucracy like this?
But when the gendarme looked at Catwoman and was about to grunt, Catwoman's cold gaze happened to pass over his face.
All the righteousness and self-esteem issues disappeared at this moment.
"Praise be to you, lady!"
The words that had already moved to his lips were swallowed in an instant, the military police straightened up, and suddenly recited nervously and sonorously: "Please forgive my short-sightedness and clumsy tongue, because I can no longer imagine any Ordinary people can achieve the great deeds you have today-your honor is so brilliant and dazzling, far surpassing any ordinary person who is trying to make a name for himself; ; When you come, even the messenger of the gods will look down, and your anger..."
As if he had been pushed by some strange switch, he suddenly recited the words of praise that he had prepared for two girls years ago.
This kind of sudden praise made Gnicia's scalp numb and she couldn't keep her face off, let alone Catwoman who didn't understand too much Imperial dialect.
"Stop, stop, stop!"
She abruptly stopped the gendarmerie's compliments.
The scene was a little awkward for a while, probably because she wanted to reach out and not hit the smiling man. Although Catwoman still couldn't wait to see the two imperial gendarmes, she couldn't say one, two, three for a while.
In the end, Gnicia had no choice but to act as a negotiator. She first said to the two gendarmes: "We saved you."
"Yes... yes, yes!"
"That's it!"
The two gendarmes began to tense their bodies again to make superficial appearances. They agreed with Gnicia and looked at her pitifully—these two were obviously afraid of the orcs beside her who had killed many monsters.
"Then first... I will pay this back to me."
She took back her purse from the gendarme, who had held it in his hand all along.
"No problem, I listen to you!"
"Then..." Gnicia frowned and asked them, "What kind of situation is it about arresting me?"
"Uh, that, it's like this, miss..."
The two of them stammered and described the whole thing to her.
Let's just omit most of the preceding content, which is about the Franks' aggression in the Germanic provinces last month. For an ordinary civilian, this may be information that is still circulating in rumors, so they Thought it was worth explaining to Gnicia - except our protagonist just so happens to know it all.
In short, the chief executive of the Gaul region was furious because of this accident. The central government believed that the original elf separatist forces living in the northern region had broken their long-standing peace agreement with the orcs. As for the specific reason, it is not important anyway. No one is mentioning this; as a result, the Senate held an emergency meeting and asked the court to charge the elf lords of the Silver Oak Forest, Pine Snow Valley, and Bluewater Bay—the "Guardians of the Holy Land"—for splitting the empire. be arrested.
Such a big matter cannot be decided in one day, and it may not be settled in a few years, but the decree to arrest the Red Hood was indeed communicated to all the ministries in northeastern Gaul in the first place, and the gendarmerie was responsible for supervision. The local tribunes, as well as the Imperial Army, organized and apprehended the rebels.
"Red Hood" was originally the dress custom of the rangers in the Silver Oak Forest. They also used this abbreviation to call their own people. Now that they have been dismissed and wanted, it is naturally impossible for this armed force to follow the original appearance. Then Extending the scope of the search has naturally become the only way.
From simply grabbing red hoods, to grabbing humans with suspicious items, and elves who can't prove their place of birth—any citizen of the empire who carries sensitive elf artifacts should go to the head of the region for questioning.
"That pendant of yours is made of jade, a high-end elf handicraft." Pargnesia was still unclear about the situation, and the gendarme cautiously pointed to her purse. "It is reasonable to confiscate it. It is very dangerous. If you don't want to lose it, I suggest you find a place to hide it. We will say that we lost it..."
"How do you know about it?"
Another person interjected: "The day before yesterday in the tavern, a nosy guy reported it and took a reward of one dinar from us."
Gnicia was dumbfounded for a moment. She thought that when she paid the driver for the drink, there was indeed a person who was in a hurry to pay the bill and leave first, but she didn't think about it at all...
Gnicia asked them again: "So, you two reasonable gentlemen, since I saved your life, are we even?"
"This... I'm afraid, it won't work."
The gendarmes looked at each other with distressed faces.
"why?"
Following Gnicia's doubts, Catwoman suddenly bared her teeth at them-although those two obvious canine teeth looked cute, but when I thought about the agile appearance of this terrifying orc just now , The two gendarmes froze immediately.
"Because in the first half of the night, an officer of the 'Golden Hoof' Legion passed by us." The military police hurriedly explained: "If it wasn't for him, we can say that we didn't catch anyone. A few, we may not be able to see each other in the future... But that officer is... a very weird and serious person, we really can't hide him..."
He paused and patted the other person with the back of his hand.
"Yes, yes... Cough." The gendarme who didn't want to speak coughed, looked at Gnicia cautiously and said, "Maybe you should come with us? The person in charge of this matter is A decent dignitary in the capital, I believe he won't make things difficult for an equally decent and beautiful young lady like you."
His words made Gnicia a little complacent. The girl thought about it, and she still wanted to solve the problem from the root cause. After all, she would have to deal with the imperial people in the future, and she would not change clothes. Face, if he is regarded as a wanted criminal, maybe he will be in big trouble.
Gnicia made up her mind: "Okay, I'll go with you. There won't be any trouble, right?"
"No, no, no problem!"
Seeing that their lives were safe and the suspects who should be escorted were willing to cooperate, the two military police also breathed a sigh of relief.
It's just... It seems that some people are still not happy.
Catwoman glanced at Gnicia and whispered, "It's too much trouble, I'll kill them, and you follow me back to the Black Forest."
Chapter 104 020. Riding Together
It is naturally impossible for Gnicia to accept this solution.
At any rate, although this catwoman has a fierce mouth, she is not a villain who takes power. She didn't put much effort into it, or in other words, she didn't have any attachments to the matter of silence.
She finally acquiesced in Gnicia's idea of returning to Bruyères with the Gendarmerie and explaining the situation to the Imperial Examiner.
But that's not to say that it's over, they still have to find a way to ensure that the two gendarmes don't make trouble.
"Does this really need to be done? We won't mess around..."
The two gendarmes lost their weapons, but he then went back along the road to find them, and at Gnicia's request, they reluctantly handed both of the one-handed swords to her.
"With the promise of... the buds of moon sharp grass, I will return them when the time is right."
Gnicia didn't understand the various slang words favored by elves and druids, but she could of course follow suit.
Now she really doesn't like imperial soldiers with weapons at all.
After ensuring that the two gendarmes were basically free of threats, Gnicia began to wonder about the itinerary again: "What should I do next, continue on the road?"
"No, I'm afraid..." The gendarme looked embarrassed: "We still have to delay, the horse was frightened, broke away from the rope and ran away, do you have any means of transportation?"
From here to Bruyères, it takes more than a whole day to take a carriage. If it is really relying on a pair of legs, I am afraid that I may not be able to walk in two days.
Gnicia looked at Catwoman who saved her life and the lives of the two gendarmes. Although she didn't know how the other party followed, since she was able to catch up with the two gendarmes on horseback, she must rely on something. ?
Sure enough, Catwoman nodded silently: "I have a horse."
But then she added: "One."
It's hard to do now.
No matter how you think about it, a horse cannot carry four people.
The nearest village from here cannot be reached until dawn, and it is not always possible to find carriages and horses at this time, so in desperation, Gnicia followed the advice of the military police—the two of them went to Returning, it takes less than an hour and a half to return to the starting point, and then find a way to get the military police back, so as to at least ensure that they will not spend the night in such a dangerous place.
So, with the help of Catwoman, Gnicia followed her back for a while, and saw a brown horse that was not too tall that she rode.
Gnicia somewhat recognized the horse. During the day, she remembered that there was a wound on the leg of the horse the young man was riding. The coachman suspected that it was the mark of a knife wound, but the young man said that it was like this when he bought it. I don't know how to do it.
Catwoman put on the hood again, and then dragged Gnicia, who was not good at equestrian skills, to sit on it first, and then she kicked the harness lightly, and sat back on the cushion firmly.
"Is this the horse your brother rode?"
Gnicia asked curiously.
"Correct."
"He agrees with you coming out so late?"
"do not know."
"then you……"
"It has nothing to do with him. I'll come out when I want to."
"Oh……"
The relationship between the two of them did not seem to be as harmonious as the teenager claimed.
The night was cold and dark, and the horses were not running too fast, and Gnicia soon became a little drowsy.
She had to hug Catwoman's waist tightly and try to talk to her to prevent herself from falling off the horse while falling asleep.
Although the other party keeps saying that she wants to mate with her, she is not very interested in answering Gnicia's question. Apart from saying that she is a member of the orc tribe near the foothills in the southern part of the Black Forest, she is unwilling to mention The real purpose of coming out, and she was unwilling to tell Gnicia the specific location of her hometown. Even when Gnicia wanted to try to find out the way to the mountain from her, she also took it silently.
The girl asked a lot, and she finally used the excuse of "going away to visit relatives" as an excuse.
"Well, so, can I at least know your name?"
Gnicia sighed, and hugged Catwoman's waist have to say... This girl's waist is very slender, but it is also easy to feel the explosive power hidden under the clothes. She is different from those soft nuns, she is a real fighter, but she is also like Sister Marianne. Not the same, her body is more dexterous.
Ignorant and ignorant monsters are undoubtedly abominable things, but if Gnicia is to kill these guys with her own hands, the girl feels a little bit reluctant to do so.
After all, even if she knocked over the two forest monsters with a stick just now, she reckoned that it was almost enough to make them lose their fighting power. Her strength is very weak. If she really asked her to kill something, even if it was just such a small monster You have to do it with all your might.
And the forest monster thrown in front of her by Catwoman is not sure what's special about it. If you look closely, it seems to be a little bigger than the other forest monsters. Mobility, it waved its limbs and struggled desperately at Catwoman's feet, obviously, it didn't want to die.
"I can not do it……"
There are many elements in this refusal—five points are indeed derived from overflowing sympathy, and the rest are three points of timidity that does not want to see blood, one point of doubts about the necessity of such post-war executions, and one point of doubt about the necessity of such post-war executions, and the rest One point of fear of these monsters themselves.
"We're already safe, so it doesn't matter if we let it go?"
The forest monster trampled by the catwoman looked like a large cat and dog flopping around. It looked completely harmless, and it was difficult for Gnicia to regard such a thing as an enemy... Although it didn't take long Before, she was still fighting against these green skin monsters.
Her words didn't make Catwoman respond alone, but Gnicia was keenly aware that the other party might be a little disappointed.
Catwoman stretched out her palm to her, Gnicia looked around suspiciously, and finally followed her line of sight to see the weapon in her hand.
"You want this?"
Catwoman nodded silently, and Gnicia handed her the stick.
As Gnicia kept holding it, the skin of the growth cut off from the tree began to crack slowly, and mottled light golden halos emerged from the irregular cracks.
Even if it was held by Catwoman, the spot of light brewing in it didn't weaken at all. It wasn't strong, but the soft light was enough to illuminate half a person's range.
This is the first time Gnicia has used this spell in the mortal world. According to the division of the files in the chapel, it should belong to a druid spell "Given by the Blazing Sun" that is not very complete—by " The sun", "summer", and "nature" elements constitute a spell.
Unlike the wizard spell "arcana", which is particularly systematized and requires precise operation, the druid's spells are quite flexible in use. "Blazing Sun" itself is a magic trick used to temporarily strengthen some weapons and equipment. But as long as it is combined with some basic or even unclassified growth power, it can use a plant that is tough enough to make a not-so-durable magic weapon for itself.
That's right - the wooden pole in Catwoman's hand is actually not something that can last forever. The time it can last is determined by Gnicia's energy supply. inside, and would be shorter if it collided—it would dissolve into nothingness.
Unlike Gnicia's disappointment (at least that's what the girl guessed), Catwoman had a clear interest in this improvised looked up and down a few times, and then reached out to touch the more and more twilight that overflowed from the small cracks, as if studying its composition.
Suddenly, she clenched her hands tightly, holding the wooden pole and poking it vigorously towards her feet.
It wasn't just the ground she poked at, but the hapless forest demon——when the glowing wooden pole touched it, a burst of bright light burst out suddenly, and the catwoman who felt the danger lifted up at the same moment. As expected, when the light dissipated, the chin, neck and part of the upper body of the forest demon suffered very obvious damage. Its skin had a circle of burn marks, and the most obvious thing was that a large piece was crystallized into fine gold particles. In the area of red gravel, when the wind blows, the gravel on the surface will be blown up lightly.
The forest demon twitched twice and stopped moving. Catwoman poked it with the wooden pole that was mostly swallowed by the light just now, and only a short section remained, as if she was dead.
"...a very powerful weapon."
Surprised, she threw the remaining small half of the wooden pole to the ground.
The crystallization of the surface did not conceal the damage inside. When the blood of the monster dripped down the wound to the ground, Gnicia couldn't help but look away... This is really disgusting.
"where are they."
After the monster's problem was settled, Catwoman reminded Gnicia about the imperial people.
There were two gendarmes behind them, two guys who had been beaten for a while, with bruised noses and faces, and now they were even more frightened.
The gendarmes serving the court and the Senate themselves belonged to the nobles of the empire. They may be due to the failure of the family to fight for power, or they need some merits to strengthen their right to speak, or they have a small family business and no property worth inheriting but they have a reputation. ——In short, there are always two types of people in the gendarmerie lineup: those who come to be gilded, and those who come to dawdle.
Whether it is the former or the latter, one thing is always unified, that is, although the descendants of these aristocratic families are well-equipped and may have received a lot of training, they rarely leave the hinterland of the empire. The villains are incomparable.
So where have these city people seen such a battle?Although the two young men tried their best to stand up and face this... lowly barbarian, when Catwoman's indifferent eyes swept over them, they still couldn't avoid the self-consciousness of trembling.
"Say... say something."
A military policeman lowered his voice, wanting his companions to come out with the head.
It's not comfortable to be looked at by a barbarian with such contempt. You can lose in a fight, but you can't save face. Since you lose all fights, you must save face.
We must find a way to strengthen our momentum.
You see, she is just a barbarian... A barbarian in the empire means something like a slave, so so what if she is fierce?No matter how powerful the cat was, it was nothing more than a slave raised by the imperial people.
Thinking of this, the military police became more courageous, and he even wanted to insult the orc with confidence. First, he blamed her for coming too late, and second...the second was to ask who gave her The qualifications to move freely within the empire, and finally take her help for granted, because the imperial law does write that the subordinate nations are obliged to help real imperial citizens escape... probably like this.
Aren't all the real aristocrats playing bureaucracy like this?
But when the gendarme looked at Catwoman and was about to grunt, Catwoman's cold gaze happened to pass over his face.
All the righteousness and self-esteem issues disappeared at this moment.
"Praise be to you, lady!"
The words that had already moved to his lips were swallowed in an instant, the military police straightened up, and suddenly recited nervously and sonorously: "Please forgive my short-sightedness and clumsy tongue, because I can no longer imagine any Ordinary people can achieve the great deeds you have today-your honor is so brilliant and dazzling, far surpassing any ordinary person who is trying to make a name for himself; ; When you come, even the messenger of the gods will look down, and your anger..."
As if he had been pushed by some strange switch, he suddenly recited the words of praise that he had prepared for two girls years ago.
This kind of sudden praise made Gnicia's scalp numb and she couldn't keep her face off, let alone Catwoman who didn't understand too much Imperial dialect.
"Stop, stop, stop!"
She abruptly stopped the gendarmerie's compliments.
The scene was a little awkward for a while, probably because she wanted to reach out and not hit the smiling man. Although Catwoman still couldn't wait to see the two imperial gendarmes, she couldn't say one, two, three for a while.
In the end, Gnicia had no choice but to act as a negotiator. She first said to the two gendarmes: "We saved you."
"Yes... yes, yes!"
"That's it!"
The two gendarmes began to tense their bodies again to make superficial appearances. They agreed with Gnicia and looked at her pitifully—these two were obviously afraid of the orcs beside her who had killed many monsters.
"Then first... I will pay this back to me."
She took back her purse from the gendarme, who had held it in his hand all along.
"No problem, I listen to you!"
"Then..." Gnicia frowned and asked them, "What kind of situation is it about arresting me?"
"Uh, that, it's like this, miss..."
The two of them stammered and described the whole thing to her.
Let's just omit most of the preceding content, which is about the Franks' aggression in the Germanic provinces last month. For an ordinary civilian, this may be information that is still circulating in rumors, so they Thought it was worth explaining to Gnicia - except our protagonist just so happens to know it all.
In short, the chief executive of the Gaul region was furious because of this accident. The central government believed that the original elf separatist forces living in the northern region had broken their long-standing peace agreement with the orcs. As for the specific reason, it is not important anyway. No one is mentioning this; as a result, the Senate held an emergency meeting and asked the court to charge the elf lords of the Silver Oak Forest, Pine Snow Valley, and Bluewater Bay—the "Guardians of the Holy Land"—for splitting the empire. be arrested.
Such a big matter cannot be decided in one day, and it may not be settled in a few years, but the decree to arrest the Red Hood was indeed communicated to all the ministries in northeastern Gaul in the first place, and the gendarmerie was responsible for supervision. The local tribunes, as well as the Imperial Army, organized and apprehended the rebels.
"Red Hood" was originally the dress custom of the rangers in the Silver Oak Forest. They also used this abbreviation to call their own people. Now that they have been dismissed and wanted, it is naturally impossible for this armed force to follow the original appearance. Then Extending the scope of the search has naturally become the only way.
From simply grabbing red hoods, to grabbing humans with suspicious items, and elves who can't prove their place of birth—any citizen of the empire who carries sensitive elf artifacts should go to the head of the region for questioning.
"That pendant of yours is made of jade, a high-end elf handicraft." Pargnesia was still unclear about the situation, and the gendarme cautiously pointed to her purse. "It is reasonable to confiscate it. It is very dangerous. If you don't want to lose it, I suggest you find a place to hide it. We will say that we lost it..."
"How do you know about it?"
Another person interjected: "The day before yesterday in the tavern, a nosy guy reported it and took a reward of one dinar from us."
Gnicia was dumbfounded for a moment. She thought that when she paid the driver for the drink, there was indeed a person who was in a hurry to pay the bill and leave first, but she didn't think about it at all...
Gnicia asked them again: "So, you two reasonable gentlemen, since I saved your life, are we even?"
"This... I'm afraid, it won't work."
The gendarmes looked at each other with distressed faces.
"why?"
Following Gnicia's doubts, Catwoman suddenly bared her teeth at them-although those two obvious canine teeth looked cute, but when I thought about the agile appearance of this terrifying orc just now , The two gendarmes froze immediately.
"Because in the first half of the night, an officer of the 'Golden Hoof' Legion passed by us." The military police hurriedly explained: "If it wasn't for him, we can say that we didn't catch anyone. A few, we may not be able to see each other in the future... But that officer is... a very weird and serious person, we really can't hide him..."
He paused and patted the other person with the back of his hand.
"Yes, yes... Cough." The gendarme who didn't want to speak coughed, looked at Gnicia cautiously and said, "Maybe you should come with us? The person in charge of this matter is A decent dignitary in the capital, I believe he won't make things difficult for an equally decent and beautiful young lady like you."
His words made Gnicia a little complacent. The girl thought about it, and she still wanted to solve the problem from the root cause. After all, she would have to deal with the imperial people in the future, and she would not change clothes. Face, if he is regarded as a wanted criminal, maybe he will be in big trouble.
Gnicia made up her mind: "Okay, I'll go with you. There won't be any trouble, right?"
"No, no, no problem!"
Seeing that their lives were safe and the suspects who should be escorted were willing to cooperate, the two military police also breathed a sigh of relief.
It's just... It seems that some people are still not happy.
Catwoman glanced at Gnicia and whispered, "It's too much trouble, I'll kill them, and you follow me back to the Black Forest."
Chapter 104 020. Riding Together
It is naturally impossible for Gnicia to accept this solution.
At any rate, although this catwoman has a fierce mouth, she is not a villain who takes power. She didn't put much effort into it, or in other words, she didn't have any attachments to the matter of silence.
She finally acquiesced in Gnicia's idea of returning to Bruyères with the Gendarmerie and explaining the situation to the Imperial Examiner.
But that's not to say that it's over, they still have to find a way to ensure that the two gendarmes don't make trouble.
"Does this really need to be done? We won't mess around..."
The two gendarmes lost their weapons, but he then went back along the road to find them, and at Gnicia's request, they reluctantly handed both of the one-handed swords to her.
"With the promise of... the buds of moon sharp grass, I will return them when the time is right."
Gnicia didn't understand the various slang words favored by elves and druids, but she could of course follow suit.
Now she really doesn't like imperial soldiers with weapons at all.
After ensuring that the two gendarmes were basically free of threats, Gnicia began to wonder about the itinerary again: "What should I do next, continue on the road?"
"No, I'm afraid..." The gendarme looked embarrassed: "We still have to delay, the horse was frightened, broke away from the rope and ran away, do you have any means of transportation?"
From here to Bruyères, it takes more than a whole day to take a carriage. If it is really relying on a pair of legs, I am afraid that I may not be able to walk in two days.
Gnicia looked at Catwoman who saved her life and the lives of the two gendarmes. Although she didn't know how the other party followed, since she was able to catch up with the two gendarmes on horseback, she must rely on something. ?
Sure enough, Catwoman nodded silently: "I have a horse."
But then she added: "One."
It's hard to do now.
No matter how you think about it, a horse cannot carry four people.
The nearest village from here cannot be reached until dawn, and it is not always possible to find carriages and horses at this time, so in desperation, Gnicia followed the advice of the military police—the two of them went to Returning, it takes less than an hour and a half to return to the starting point, and then find a way to get the military police back, so as to at least ensure that they will not spend the night in such a dangerous place.
So, with the help of Catwoman, Gnicia followed her back for a while, and saw a brown horse that was not too tall that she rode.
Gnicia somewhat recognized the horse. During the day, she remembered that there was a wound on the leg of the horse the young man was riding. The coachman suspected that it was the mark of a knife wound, but the young man said that it was like this when he bought it. I don't know how to do it.
Catwoman put on the hood again, and then dragged Gnicia, who was not good at equestrian skills, to sit on it first, and then she kicked the harness lightly, and sat back on the cushion firmly.
"Is this the horse your brother rode?"
Gnicia asked curiously.
"Correct."
"He agrees with you coming out so late?"
"do not know."
"then you……"
"It has nothing to do with him. I'll come out when I want to."
"Oh……"
The relationship between the two of them did not seem to be as harmonious as the teenager claimed.
The night was cold and dark, and the horses were not running too fast, and Gnicia soon became a little drowsy.
She had to hug Catwoman's waist tightly and try to talk to her to prevent herself from falling off the horse while falling asleep.
Although the other party keeps saying that she wants to mate with her, she is not very interested in answering Gnicia's question. Apart from saying that she is a member of the orc tribe near the foothills in the southern part of the Black Forest, she is unwilling to mention The real purpose of coming out, and she was unwilling to tell Gnicia the specific location of her hometown. Even when Gnicia wanted to try to find out the way to the mountain from her, she also took it silently.
The girl asked a lot, and she finally used the excuse of "going away to visit relatives" as an excuse.
"Well, so, can I at least know your name?"
Gnicia sighed, and hugged Catwoman's waist have to say... This girl's waist is very slender, but it is also easy to feel the explosive power hidden under the clothes. She is different from those soft nuns, she is a real fighter, but she is also like Sister Marianne. Not the same, her body is more dexterous.
