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Chapter 218 Storytelling

After practicing hand movement three for a while, Norman stopped, fine beads of sweat had already oozed from his forehead, and his breathing became short of breath.

Although the "Funeral Heart Sutra" is very powerful for body training, and Norman's physical fitness is also very strong, but after all, he lost too much blood and his physical condition is very bad, especially his heart.

It is unbelievable that his heart can recover after being stabbed twice, and it is impossible to recover completely after more than ten days, so he is still mainly weak now, and cannot support his long-term exercise, so After he practiced for a while, he had to stop and rest for a while, and then he could continue to practice after his body calmed down.

The two people in the carriage turned a blind eye to his actions just now.

Abel is a pure mage and alchemist. The family tradition made him firmly believe that the power of mages is supreme. He dismissed the physical skills of knights. Although Chen Qinghe has practiced the "Funeral Heart Sutra", he also has no regard for this kind of physical skills. Otherwise, with his physical fitness tempered by the "Funeral Heart Sutra" and the innate advantages of the Dragon Race, he would not have been so embarrassing when he faced Dominic. Torn.

Both of them are not interested in this kind of physical combat skills. Apart from being a little curious about Norman's actions at the beginning, they got used to it after that, and they can be regarded as totally invisible and doing their own things.

After Norman rested for a while, when his body relaxed, he was about to start practicing a few more moves, but someone knocked on the wall of their carriage outside.

"Ellen!"

It was a man's voice with a rough throat.

Over the past few days, Norman was quite familiar with this voice. It was an old man named Blaise in the caravan.

"Master Arman asked you to go!"

Blaise shouted like this, full of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Norman replied, "Understood." Then he sighed silently.

It is really good to follow this caravan. It is both hidden and can save a lot of trouble. The only downside is that troublesome mage master: since I told the little story in "Ten Days Talk" last time, Yar Man focused on Norman, and once he felt that the journey was boring, he would send someone to call Norman to tell him stories for his entertainment.

Norman didn't want to waste time on this master mage, but his current identity is a bard. Facing such a request from a master mage, he couldn't refuse it both emotionally and rationally.

Perhaps after reaching the nearest city, consider changing to a caravan to follow?
Thinking this way, Norman stood up from his seat, pushed open the door, and walked out.

The stubble-faced old caravan man Blaise was following quickly beside the carriage. When he saw Norman coming out, he waved his hand impatiently, "Go, Master Arman is waiting for you!"

After all, he is an uneducated vulgar man, and his emotions of jealousy, dissatisfaction and self-pity towards Norman are clearly written on his face, which can be seen at a glance.

The speed of the carriage was not fast, and Norman jumped out of the carriage easily. After trotting along with Blaise in the caravan, he came to a carriage.

This carriage was much bigger than Norman's and they had three horses, which was in line with the honorable status of the mage.

While trotting below, Blaise accompanied the smiling face to inform across the compartment, and there was a voice from inside asking Norman to go up, so Norman jumped onto the front panel of the car, opened the door and bowed. walked in.

The space and layout of the carriage are naturally much more luxurious than Norman's and their carriages, but in terms of comfort, this ordinary carriage is not as flattering as Norman's and theirs, which was remodeled by Chen Qinghe. The carriage is gone.

Alman was sitting inside, drinking a cup of black tea leisurely, and when he saw Norman coming in, he said very familiarly: "Come on, sit down."

When Norman sat down, Arman said: "Yesterday you told the story of the groom and the queen, go on." When he spoke, his eyes were focused on the black tea in front of him, and he didn't turn to Norman at all. Glancing at it, there was no pleasantries in the words, and it directly entered the topic.

After all, he is a noble master mage, while Norman is just a lowly bard. It is already a great honor for Norman to be able to sit in the same carriage with him and tell him stories. Naturally, it is impossible to expect He also went to exchange greetings with Norman, and this was exactly what Norman wanted—he was too lazy to talk to the master mage, it would be best to finish the story and leave.

"As I said yesterday, after Pampinia finished telling the story, quite a few praised the groom for his boldness and carefulness, and some praised the king for handling the matter prudently and decently, so the queen turned around and told Amy Rona went on to tell a story. She said cheerfully: The story I want to tell today will be of particular interest to a layman like me—it is the story of a pretty young woman who tricks a dignified priest... ..."

Norman told Arman the story as he did a few days ago, and the mage gradually became engrossed as he listened.

Just when the story was about to reach its climax, the carriage stopped suddenly.

This happened very suddenly, and Arman was caught off guard by the inertia and threw the teacup in his hand, and with a crisp sound, the delicate porcelain shattered into several pieces on the ground.

This is precious porcelain brought from far away from Moa!

The mage master became angry all of a sudden, "How did you drive the car!"

He roared towards the front of the car.

Rebuking through the car door didn't seem to be enough, Yarman moved his butt, moved to the front and pushed the car door open, and leaned out to face the groom and was about to reprimand him, but the strange thing was that there was no sound.

Not only was there no scolding, Norman sat here and looked over, and he could also see Arman standing motionless in front of the car door, as if he had been hit by a fixation spell.

In just two domains, Norman, who had already had a lot of experience in this area, immediately felt something was wrong, and hurried out of the carriage, standing on the front panel of the car.

At this time, the two knights under Master Arman rode over from both sides, parked the bridle by the side of the car, and then the knight on the left said solemnly: "Mr. Arman, I will do it What do you think of the guards by your side, and letting Clarence help the caravan warriors?"

Arman didn't speak for a while, and he and Norman were looking ahead.

I saw that less than 100 meters in front of the caravan, there were twenty or thirty armored cavalry in formation, facing them, with their spears raised.

The visitor is not good.

(End of this chapter)