Quick Transmigration: Ten Thousand Worlds Charter Woman

Chapter 806 Request from Larel 36
Someone in the crowd was already shouting: "Jerome, what are you waiting for? Run, the time is coming!"

Indeed, the time limit for the game is coming soon, and if the time is exceeded, there will be zero points.

The difference between thirteen points and zero points can go from heaven to hell.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and Jerome was as quiet as a chicken, with only constant cold sweat and angry tears flowing.

He knew it was embarrassing, but the ghost knew why he could only salute so respectfully but couldn't move.

He could make a sound but couldn't speak. Jerome made some "ho ho" sounds in his throat, hoping that the flamingo could understand and lead him away from this creepy place.

Jerome had a hunch in his heart that as long as he could get out of here, he could move.

It's a pity that the tacit understanding between master and servant exists between Unicorn and Larel, but not between Flamingo and him.

What a scene.

At the beginning, Larael could not speak or move, but the unicorn could kneel down and let him hug his neck and run away with him.

Now it was his turn, but the flamingo just stood obediently on the green grass field, quietly waiting for his instructions.

The judges finally stopped arguing about how to deduct points for Jerome, because he had exceeded the time limit, and he got the lowest score when he could have received the highest score-zero points!
The old Mr. Fairlade was furious when he got the news, and smashed everything within reach in the study, including the unlucky housekeeper who didn't have time to escape.

"I want to kill this idiot, I must kill this arrogant idiot, he caused our family to lose a gold mine!"

Old Fairlade was furious.

"Master, you can't kill him yet, and there is the last race. If he can take the first place with his crimes and meritorious deeds, and our other riders have good results, we can still compete. The York family's results this time It's not too good, and those small families know that we are bound to win the gold mine, so even if they get the first place by chance, they dare not directly choose that piece of land!"

The butler, whose face was covered in blood from being smashed by various objects, angrily brushed up his presence to give himself a chance to save his life.

Old Fairlade's thick, almost white eyebrows raised, well, it might not be impossible.

"What are you waiting for? Go tell that idiot that if he doesn't win the first place in the last game, he will die!"

Unlike the furious old Mr. Fairlade, Claude, who has been in charge of following up Larel's missions on the field, has been stunned.

If this thing was done by Larel, then this operation is really ridiculous.

After the butler returned to the York family villas, he was going to the main house to report to Master Albert, but even if he wanted to break his head, he didn't understand how Larel did it.

It's fantastic.

At the last moment, his heart was ashamed, and he was already thinking about how to explain so as not to be angered by Master Albert. However, in less than 5 minutes, his brain was thinking completely differently from before.

Controlled Jerome to stand still for 6 minutes. Was it Larel's doing?
If it was Larel, how did he do it?
A total of more than 10,000 people were watching the game. In full view, Larel's operation can only be attributed to magic.

The afternoon is the last game, the content is racing.

The rules are simple and rough, whoever reaches the key point first wins.

This is the easiest part to do and the least successful part.

With twenty riders racing together, accidents can happen at will.

It's just that it's hard to say whether it will just hit the target person.

In this regard, the housekeeper Claude said that it depends on who does it.

Like Larel.

Because just as the game was about to end, the magical and familiar scene appeared again.

While the rest of the players were busy, Larel bowed in the other direction politely.

Listen to me, thank you, because of you, I am the last one; thank you, thank you, I will burp right away.

Jerome once again scored a zero for overtime.

For all participating riders, the race came to a successful conclusion.

For Jerome, the social death kicked off.

As for how to divide the land, the representatives of the various forces should go to the headquarters of the June Lotus Association to register and sign to claim it.

He Xiaoman also didn't expect that a skill "Saprophyllum", which he thought was even more useless than "I'll Eat Now", could be used in this way.

She just needs to use the "Saprophyllia" skill on Jerome while wrapping herself in the mist.

Seeing that Jerome already suspected that his life was about to be separated, He Xiaoman had already left and left, hiding his identity and reputation.

Of course, facing his employer, He Xiaoman still had to forcefully explain: "It was an aborigine I rescued who gave me two of that kind of flower, which will temporarily control this person for 5 minutes, and then the flower will become one Withered roses."

"Then where is this native?"

5 minutes, enough for him to die dozens of times.

Such dangerous elements must be found out for their own use, if not, then get rid of them quickly.

"That man died. He said that he was the only one in his tribe who had mastered this secret technique, and a person can only make two such evil roses in his life. He thanked me for not killing him and his children, so put The only evil rose I had was given to me, and he died."

Albert stared into He Xiaoman's eyes, and his whole body suddenly became murderous: "Really?"

The curtain behind He Xiaoman suddenly opened, and a row of fire wooden warehouses pointed at her with loaded wooden warehouses.

"Well, really."

He Xiaoman showed no fear, so he acted like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

Because of this level of aura, not to mention hatred, even Feng Che's one out of ten can't compare.

"You are not afraid of death?"

He Xiaoman shook his head and nodded again.

Master Albert's eyes were still staring at the prey he was about to kill like a falcon, and his voice was extremely cold: "What do you mean?"

"I'm afraid of death, but I don't think Master Albert will kill me."

"Really? Tell me, why?"

"Look." He Xiaoman spread out his hands: "I can freely live in this city like a new immigrant, that's because you brought me a person who also wanted to kill me, but it was you who raised me As for raising your hand, my life is not worth those bullets, and you, Master Albert, have never been in business at a loss, have you?"

"You are very clever."

He Xiaoman shook his head: "I'm not smart. That's what Mr. Claude told me. He said that you are the most talented person in the world. Now I want to ask, have you got that gold mine?"

Faced with a row of wooden warehouses, he can still talk freely. I really don't know if this guy is very wise or stupid, or he is really sure that he will not attack a slave.

In the end, Claude invited He Xiaoman to have a drink, and when the two of them got drunk, Claude asked her calmly: "Is there really no such flower?"

"No... hiccup... no more, the only two... two flowers, give them to Jerome, use... hiccup... use them up, let's see how he... bullies... bullies me in the future!"

(End of this chapter)