Fashen live room

Chapter 477 Visit
Atrimisia walked over to Norman with the bag on her back.

"Find them all?"

Norman asked.

Atrimisia nodded, "It's all here."

As she spoke, she took off her backpack.

"Let's eat first."

Norman invited Atrimisia to sit down for a meal—he had reserved some food for Atrimisia, and now he still has this bit of power—then squatted down by himself, opened the bag and rummaged through it.

There are many things in this bag, grass leaves, branches, stones and even some dead insects.

Norman collected them one by one, checked for a while to make sure that everything he needed was here, then re-tied the bag, stood up, and glanced casually over Atrimisia.

Now that Norman's status has improved, the food and treatment have naturally increased. Finally, he doesn't have to eat those things that look like smashed shit every day, but replaces them with clean black bread, crispy wild vegetables, and even yesterday's food. The meat and broth that was left over, and he was really good to Artemisia, and what he gave her was only slightly worse than his own, and more in quantity than Norman himself ate.

A whole loaf of black bread is enough for three people, plus those not-so-good wild vegetables and broth, these things together are enough for four people.

But with so many things, Atrimisia had already eaten more than half of them in such a short period of time, and she was still eating, with no intention of stopping at all, her appetite was quite astonishing.

Norman has been in contact with Artemisia for a long time, and he knows her food intake very well. She is just an ordinary person, but an ordinary person can never eat so much without showing any sign of being full.

The difference in energy intake has mutated, which is reflected in the change of the internal structure, and then combined with all her previous performances, it is obvious...

Norman laughed suddenly and shook his head.

It wasn't the first day that he noticed the changes in Atrimisia. Before, he didn't care and didn't pursue it. Why did he suddenly start to care again?And deliberately set up such a detail to test her?
It appears that his decision to reconnect with the Knights Templar had some effect on himself.

In fact, there is no need to test it. Norman believes that even if he asks her directly, Atrimisia will answer his question honestly, but the answer to this question is really meaningless to him now.

"Are you full?"

Norman was in a daze for a while, and Atrimisia had already finished the rest of the food.

The efficiency of her eating was terrifying, but her movements were not rude and urgent, and she didn't feel a bit embarrassed about gobbling: she just kept putting food into her mouth, neither fast nor slow, and the food just disappeared in her mouth.

That move can even barely have something to do with the word "elegant".

"Ah."

Atrimisia nodded.

Seeing Artemisia nodding, Norman first put the things that Artemisia carried back into the tent, then got out and walked northeast.

"Walk with me."

Atrimisia followed and was about to take a step, but Norman suddenly stopped and added: "Bring your stick."

Communicating with people who seem to have language barriers is often a bit strenuous, but sometimes there is an advantage, that is, they won't ask questions, and make your head explode.

Atrimisia didn't ask a fart, just took out the stick she threw in the tent, grabbed it in her hand, and walked forward closely behind Norman's ass.

There are only so many people in the whole team, and the camp is naturally not too big. Norman took Atrimisia and walked to the destination of his trip in a short while.

In front of Norman was a tent.

Compared with other tents in the camp, the location of this tent is very good and very safe. More importantly, this tent is also the largest and the strongest in the entire camp, but in Norman's eyes, these are all It is secondary, the most eye-catching thing here is the canopy of this tent.

It is a kind of cloth with the scientific name of "Alum Stick". It looks dusty and inconspicuous, but it has a certain protective effect on the puncture of sharp objects. Mage robes are made from this fabric.

Can use this material to make a tent, the owner of this tent is self-evident.

This is the temporary residence of the only mage Xiu in the team.

Although the status of mages is inherently higher than that of knights, Xiu is probably just a black-robed mage, while Twain is a silver knight, so the status of the two in the team is actually similar. The reason why Xiu's residence has obvious specifications The higher level is entirely because the mage's defense ability against close combat is too poor, and special care is needed, which is also the consensus of the people.

This special treatment is not only reflected in the size of the tent and the selected location, but also in the people.

Outside Xiu's tent, a soldier was standing guard. Seeing Norman approaching, he nodded to Norman, a smile involuntarily flashed in his eyes, apparently thinking of those tattoos when he saw Norman.As for him not even saying hello... Although Norman is now their team leader in name, but with Norman's prestige, it is obviously not possible for these soldiers to really admit this fact. A nod is enough. Norman lost face.

Norman didn't care about this either. He also nodded to him and said, "I want to see Mr. Xiu."

This guy wants to see Mr. Xiu?

The soldier was stunned for a moment, and after a while, a flash of enlightenment flashed in his eyes.

It must be that this guy finally realized how outrageous and absurd his idea was, so now he came to seek help from Mr. Xiu, hoping that this powerful mage could help him, for example, let those so-called "magic lines" "With real power?

Well, this warrior really thinks that the mage inside can decipher the mystery of the magic pattern, because they know nothing about magic.

In the eyes of this kind of people who can't even become knights, as long as they are mages, they must be powerful, mysterious and omnipotent. Didn't the battle last night prove this?It is precisely because of the magic spells of the mages that they can repel the incoming alien races in the original disadvantaged situation.Of course, Lord Tang En also played a big role in it.

This soldier was actually too lazy to pass on a message to Norman, but the other party was at least nominally the team leader now, so he could only pass on a message for Norman.

"Master Xiu, Master Xiu..."

Xiu didn't know if he was sleeping. The soldier pressed against the closed curtain of the tent and called softly for several times before there was a slight "hmm" from inside, which was regarded as an answer.

"Barton said he wanted to see you."

The soldier's voice is still not high, as if he is afraid that if he raises his voice, he will scare the powerful mage inside.What responded to the warrior was just a simple phrase, which vividly demonstrated the common withdrawn character and incomprehensible sophistication of mages.

"not see."

These soldiers need to show Norman face. After all, standing behind Norman are Jacob and Lu Sien, but Xiu doesn't give any face. He doesn't want to waste time on such useless people.

As a mage, the strongest in the camp and the team's last hope, he really doesn't need to give face to anyone.

The soldier pulled his head back from the tight door curtain, turned his head, and looked at Norman gloatingly.

"Master Xiu doesn't want to see you."

Norman's expression didn't change at all, he just handed over a rag.

"Please pass this thing on to Mr. Xiu, I believe he will want to see me after reading it."

He had obviously known for a long time that the order would not bother to see him.

The soldier took the rag in doubt, quickly lowered his eyelids, and wanted to see what it was, but the rag was wrapped into a ball, and he couldn't see what was inside, the only thing he could see was this The rag was dirty and slightly sticky, as if a lot of sweat had solidified on it.

The soldier seemed to have thought of something, he glanced at Norman quickly, and finally realized.

Isn't this the clothes on Barton's body!

This is just a piece of cloth that Barton tore off from his body. He thought it was some kind of treasure. Why would a sorcerer want to see him after seeing this thing?
Of course, compared to this doubt, the soldier is more worried about what he should do now.

Is it true to send this thing in to the mage?If the sorcerer knew that it was just a dirty rag ripped from Barton's body, would the sorcerer be angry?It doesn't matter if the sorcerer is angry, but if he is the transferer, will he be implicated by the anger of the sorcerer?That's what matters.

But if he doesn't give it away, it's not easy for Barton to explain. After all, he is now the leader in name, and Jacob and Rusien are standing behind him. With their strong support for this man, will they take him? Come to operate to help Barton Liwei?
The warrior knew nothing about magic, but he was quite clear about these people's ways of the world.But fortunately, he didn't need to worry about it right away, because the voice of the sorcerer came from inside.

"Bring it in."

The sorcerer also seemed to be curious about what this could be.

The soldier hastily opened the door curtain lightly and handed the things in without even looking inside.

He didn't dare to look, Norman dared.

He and Atrimisia just looked at the opened curtain of the tent so calmly, and saw a woman standing behind.

From Norman's aesthetic point of view, that woman is an ugly woman, and the ugly one, from the eyes of others, is naturally a beauty.

Small face, pointed chin, fair skin, blond wavy hair, slender figure, flat chest and flat buttocks - of course, the stomach is not protruding, but concave.

The woman was not surprised to see this soldier, she was obviously used to it, but Norman and Atrimisia made her startled a little.

The gazes of Norman and Atrimisia were very calm, quite calm, so calm that they looked like two idiots standing at the entrance of the village and watching two dogs mating.

This is indeed very calm, but in some special cases, this kind of calm will be regarded as a kind of provocation.

After the woman was taken aback, she raised her brows, and was about to get angry for no reason—even if she wasn't angry, at least she had to show the other party some face.

But after she glanced at Norman, two red clouds suddenly floated on her cheeks, and then quickly closed the door curtain again.

It seems that divine blood, spells, and body belong to two different systems.

Norman came to a conclusion in his mind.

They didn't wait outside for a long time, and soon the curtain opened again, and the woman stood behind with her head lowered, as if the one standing outside was a scourge, and she didn't dare to look at it.

"Mr. Xiu invites you in."

She spoke softly, in a very soft tone, like the song of the lightest lark.

The soldier was taken aback when he heard this.

Is the sorcerer really going to see them? !The charm of that rag is so great?Or is it that the sorcerer was moved by the smell of sweat on it?Homosexuality is not allowed in the church! ...

For a moment, many messy thoughts filled the soldier's mind, and he didn't notice when Norman and the others entered.

After entering, Norman realized that the space inside the tent was indeed large, and it didn't look like a tent anymore, but like an ordinary house.

The tent was divided into two parts, the inside and the outside. The woman led them into the inner one, and saw the mage cultivator sitting inside.

On the table in front of the repairer was the piece of rag, which had been spread out, and some frames could be seen drawn on it from a distance, and there were some symbols inside.

To be precise, it is an old saying.

"Are you a mage too?"

After hearing them coming in, Xiu turned around and looked at Norman's question with surprise in his eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Xiu."

Norman greeted him.

Xiu's eyes lit up all of a sudden, because Norman spoke an ancient language, an extremely pure ancient language!

Xiuzi thought that even his ancient language could not be so pure, but his eyes immediately went dark again because of what Norman said next.

"I am a gray-robed mage."

Gray robe mage...

In the eyes of a real mage like Xiu, the so-called gray-robed mage is not too different from ordinary people, but after all, he did not throw Norman out immediately, but asked casually: "Why do you want to see him?" Me?" His gaze was retracted, and he just stared at the rag on the table, it seemed that it was much more interesting than Norman.

Norman didn't care about Xiu's attitude. In his opinion, it was a normal reaction for a mage to face a gray-robed mage. But the woman seemed to care more than he did. She glanced at Norman and looked again. The son looked at Xiu, his eyes flicked back and forth between the two, and he seemed a little nervous.

And Norman immediately stated the purpose of his visit this time.

"I hope to get some eight-branch leaves from Mr. Xiu."

Of course, he went to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, and Bazhiye was exactly the purpose of his visit to this sorcerer this time.

(End of this chapter)