MTL - The Wizard World-~ Chapter 32 Philip 1

Wait until the horse thief has finished running. The rescued three talents quickly took the initiative to meet. A knight shouted loudly before he got close. "This is the car of Count Philip of the Marquis of Rudin, Syria."

The young man behind him was rushing to sort out the messy clothes. It seems that I attach great importance to my image.

The baron looked awkward and hurryed forward, slightly stunned. "Count of Philip, the Baron of the South Frontier, welcomes you." Angrid also smiled and followed.

The rest of the soldiers heard the count, and they all whispered. When the two people who saw the lead were saluted, the soldiers were greeted with greetings. Some knees on the ground, some just bend over, and some are not arrogant.

The baron heard the movements of the soldiers behind him, and he couldn’t help but be speechless. Angrid is also crying and laughing.

"Before the crisis, there is a rescue from Lord Kelly. I remembered this person." The young man of the Chinese costume, Philip, did not care about the soldiers' actions and went straight to the front. His voice is clear and sounds like the little white-faced singers on the earth before Anglia. Very magnetic.

The baron straightened up and his face was sincere. "The Earl of the Earl, the road is far away, the car is a horse, don't know which direction you are going to go?"

Earl Philip and the two knight guards looked at each other. Slightly hesitant. "We are going to the port of Malaya, where the governor is my father's life and death brother. We are also ready to go to him in this war." Philip smiled. There is a faint alienation in the tone without losing the feeling of closeness. Knowing that Kelly is just a baron, and looks respectful and courteous, he should be asking for him, so the arrogance of the natural level is faint.

"Then the Earl of the Lord can now have a place to go. If not, join my team and go to the port of Malaya." The baron was happy, but his face was quiet.

Philip also had this intention, and his face showed an intent.

A young knight whispered a few words in his ear, and he nodded slightly. "Well, I was going to return to my father's team, but since the Baron's invitation, I will join your team."

"This idiot!" Angley was speechless. "If I can go back to your old team, who would like to join a small aristocratic team with unclear intentions? Not even an excuse. It is obvious that this Philip is separated from his father's team. It should be big. The attack by the horse thief led to the dispersal." Angley’s sight fell on the two fancy knights. "Two male peacocks only." He directly commented.

The baron accompanied Philip to return to the team, and everyone on the carriage came down to see the ceremony. Philip didn't say much, just nodded casually.

Angliel frowned slightly. Looking at the baron and the three people discussing each other's connections with the Luding Kingdom, the relationship became more and more familiar. In a short time, several people found common ground from several aristocrats who knew each other. Philip's carriage was also close to the team and joined the queue.

Anglia stood on the side with Captain Mark, and his qualifications were not able to participate in such a conversation. I can only listen on one side. After chatting for a while, Philip yawned a little. "Lord Kyle, I am a little sleepy, I will go back to rest first."

"Okay, there are guards on one side, and the Earl adults should rest assured." The baron smiled.

Philip nodded faintly. Return to his own carriage with the help of a knight. Another knight was whispering a few words with the baron.

"I know, please wait a moment." The baron nodded. The knight was also satisfied with the carriage.

Anglia was on the side and heard it very clearly. The other party is asking if there is enough water and food.

Waiting for the three to leave. He only spoke. "Father, our drinking water is only supplemented, but it is only enough for us to use for about a month, and we must try our best to save, and there is not much food...."

The baron raised his hand to stop his words. "We saved this Count of Philip and went to the port of Malaya. The benefits we can get are far more difficult than this. Let's save a little more and try to supply enough water and food. The days will be better."

Anglia frowned. “Who knows if they are telling the truth?”

"I have heard of his title. It is said to be one of the favorite sons of the Marquis of Syria. There are two guards in the middle of the knight, and you can see it." The Baron explained.

"The two, the strength is not like the Cavaliers...." Angrid wondered.

The baron smiled. "They are all called the so-called court swordsmanship, the main purpose is to watch, most of the time is the exercise for the upper class aristocrats. The surface looks good, the actuality after years of degradation, has long been vulnerable. And their knight-level strength It is estimated that it is also piled up through various cherished resources. The two knights are likely to have an unusual background."

"So?" Angley thought thoughtfully.

The baron patted Angrid's shoulder. "Everyone moved to the three people and asked for the blessings of the horse thieves. Our horses can be replaced constantly, and the speed of continuous advancement is greatly increased. It is estimated that there will be two months to reach the border and enter the Andes. There is no need to endure for too long."

Angley nodded. Stop talking.

The two guards walked to the count's carriage with food and water bags. Handed things up.

Other soldiers are gathered around the horses of the dead masters. Used as a spare car.

Angliel went to the side of the horse thief he shot and checked the wooden arrows. Most of them were broken and could not be used. And these horse thieves did not carry bows and arrows. He frowned and stood up. Holding a cracked brown wooden arrow in his hand. With a little effort, the wooden arrow slammed into a short distance.

"It’s really troublesome." Angley’s face showed a hint of helplessness. "The wooden arrows are starting to get less and less."

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Three days later.... Somewhere in the middle of the Anser Prairie.

The gray drizzle slanted with the wind.

On the endless green grassland, a small horse-drawn team is slowly moving forward. Four black carriages line up in a row. The second carriage in the middle is much more gorgeous than other carriages.

Inside the carriage of the first carriage. A quiet brown-haired boy is chewing on something carefully. He has a bunch of fuchsia wild raspberries in his hand. The appearance of the juvenile is not beautiful, but the eyes are calm and calm, giving people an unusually stable and reliable feeling. A black safari is clean and capable. This person is the Angile who is trying to restore his body these days.

Reach out and pull off a purple-red raspberry and put it in your mouth. Angley's face is also slightly sour. But it is tolerant. There was a black water bladder on the small table next to him, and a large bunch of purple raspberries on the side of the water bladder. Anglia, who followed the raspberries, looked at the grasslands outside the window from time to time. After more than ten minutes, all the raspberries on the hands and on the table were finished. Angrid took the water bladder and took a sip.

The curtain was called and it was opened from the outside. A middle-aged man with long linen hair leaned in and walked in. He stayed in the hustle and bustle, wearing black and red aristocratic costumes. It is the Baron of Kelly. The baron brows tightly and whispers: "Angri, we may have trouble. The food and drinking water is not much now. It is only enough for half a month."

Angley's face sank. "Be careful, the three people are more troublesome. What are you going to do with your father?"

"If you can't do it, kill the horse." The baron reluctantly said. "In any case, the horses that had previously captured four horse thieves."

"This is a last resort." Anglia whispered. "The horse meat is sour, and the taste is very bad, and it is very rough. In addition to hungry, it is estimated that no one likes to eat that."

The baron is also silent, thinking about whether there are other ways.

"Yesterday, I saw that the countess poured a large bucket of water from the carriage. It should be used for bathing. There are also many white breads and broths that have been sent to the past. They are not finished, and they fall directly on the side of the road. More water and food are not enough for them to use." Anglia helplessly.

"Don't take care of that person, maybe you will change your hatred. This is also a no-brainer." The baron smiled. "The three pampered habits, I was still looking for me to wipe the weapons and armor. Now we are even eating the oil, they actually want to take the equipment!"

"Forget it, just be patient. Just father, you better talk to them, or you can continue this way, it will take less than five days, the team's food will be wasted by them." Angley reminded.

"Well, I will go and talk to them personally." The baron also nodded.

The baron got up and opened the curtain and walked out of the carriage. Angrid also sighed and took the water bag and shook it, leaving only half. Also got up and jumped out of the carriage and walked back.

On the last carriage, Captain Mark is slouching and driving. Seeing Angley came over and barely squeezed a smile.

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