They recognized their feelings, but the knight had been reincarnated as a fox cub

She blinked her jewel-like eyes of different colors. Her whole body was dirty. There was a lot of mud on her beautiful little face as white as frosty snow. The colorful short skirt she was wearing, which was transformed from the blood of the fox demon, was also not spared. The main colors of the dress were cherry and white, and the dirt was particularly obvious.

The snow-white skin and the milky white split-toe over-the-knee socks were stained with conspicuous dirt, and the whole fox looked like it had been damaged in battle.

"Sniff...A-choo!" Fei Tao's delicate small nose moved and she couldn't help but sneeze, and the bell on her ankle rang as she swayed.

"Fox." Fei Tao covered her face, her cheeks blushed, and she looked around, only breathing a sigh of relief after making sure that no one saw her.

Change back quickly...

“Gugugugu…”

"........."

It wasn't a fox's cry, nor was it a human's cry. It was Feitao's stomach growling.

I'm so hungry. After digging for so long, my stomach is completely empty.

Fei Tao covered her belly and looked at the cornfield in front of her...

Chapter 11: 10~Cornfield Clearer

"Dad, what on earth was that big radish that moved just now?"

"Radish, you're shit! Is that a radish? It's clearly a mountain rat!" The old man who ran all the way home from the field held his knees, his face flushed, and he didn't forget to glare at his good-for-nothing son.

"Just mountain rats? Then why are we running?"

"You know shit. I told you to learn more, but you just wouldn't listen! Judging from the tail, the mountain rat is about the size of a hound. How can we deal with a mountain rat of this size without tools? If we're not careful, it might bite us and we'll get plague, and our family will be ruined!"

“Oh…” the young man shrank his head.

"Come on, take the rake and hoe, bring the hound, and we'll take it down!"

"Hurry up! If you're late, the mountain rats will steal the corn!"

The young man followed his father happily, taking the rake and hoe leaning outside the house, and leading the hunting dog, and the father and son went straight to the cornfield.

When they arrived at the cornfield, there were no mountain rats, no radishes, and no corn.

The father and son were dumbfounded and looked at the devastated field in shock.

It should have been a harvest season, but the golden corn in the field was left with only green stalks, hunched over and bent over like a hunchbacked old man.

"Ah, ah!" The old man was so angry that he almost suffocated. He raised his hoe and danced around, not knowing what to do.

The young man wisely stepped back a few steps. Who knew if the old man would go crazy and take it out on himself when he couldn't catch the mountain rat?

"Damn it! You damned mountain rat! Are you playing with my pussy?"

The old man was so angry that his face turned red. He cursed and was furious. "How dare you dig into my corn field! One or two is fine, but you should treat it as a reward for a beggar! You actually cleared out half of my corn field?!"

"Explain your dream! Don't get caught by me, or I'll hang up your BYD mother and beat her ass........."

The old man was so angry that he started talking nonsense, but the young man remained calm.

He started to think: no matter how big the mountain rat was, it was impossible for it to dig up half a field of corn in such a short time, right?

Could it be that the culprit was not a mountain rat?

In a flash, the scorching midday sun shone down, and the young man's eyes were flashed by the light reflected from something in the field.

The young man hesitated for a moment and walked towards the light.

Pulling aside the outermost corn stalks, he saw a golden wine glass hanging on a branch of the inner corn stalk.

"What is this??............" The young man was stunned. His family had been farmers for three generations and had little knowledge other than agronomy. But even though he had no knowledge, his intuition told him that this thing hanging on the corn stalk was very unusual.

He took down the wine glass and examined it carefully, and found that not only was the surface of the wine glass sparkling, but the colorful "stones" inlaid on it were also dazzling, making people unable to put it down.

The young man never knew the meaning of the word "artwork". In the eyes of farmers like them, things that can only be looked at but not eaten are meaningless.

But today, he somewhat understood the charm of this word.

The luxurious atmosphere that comes towards you can make anyone want to own this valuable wine glass.

Why is this wine glass hanging here?

The young man was not stupid and knew that this was definitely not a coincidence.

Glancing at the half-cleared cornfield, the young man had a somewhat unrealistic idea in his mind.

Could it be that a rich man passed by their cornfield and wanted to eat some corn, but they were not there and they didn't know who to buy from, so he took the wine glass as a reward?

But this explanation is too far-fetched. Which rich man would be interested in cheap coarse grains like corn? Besides, if he really wanted to buy the corn, why didn't he just leave money instead of a wine glass?

After thinking about it, the young man couldn't figure out the reason, so he gave the wine glass to his father and explained that he found it in the field.

"Kid, what are you doing holding a small chamber pot?" But when he trotted back to his father, the old man rolled his eyes at him.

"Dad, this wine glass was found in the field. I don't know who left it there."

"Tsk, stop holding it. The sun is so bright. Are you trying to blind your father by holding such a bright chamber pot?"

"Uh uh, Dad, I don't think this thing is a chamber pot."

"If it's not a chamber pot, what is it? The mouth of this thing is so big, if it's not a chamber pot, how could it be a wine glass?" the old man said unhappily.

"Throw it away quickly. What's the point of picking up something like this that looks good but is useless? We have enough chamber pots at home!"

"Ah? Are you going to throw it away? I think it's a pity."

"If you want to keep it, find a place for yourself." The old man was worried. He had been working on the land for a year and was looking forward to a good harvest. In the end, the corn in the field was reduced by half. Wasn't it almost a waste of work this year? ?

Unforeseen disaster...

However, what the old man didn't know was that if he had known better, he could have sold this "chamber pot" on the black market and he wouldn't have to farm anymore.

"You damned mountain rats! Are you trying to play dirty tricks on me? Come on! I'm going to destroy your nest tomorrow!"

At the same time, on a mountain path.

“Ring, ring, ring…”

"Fox... Fox..." The little fox with hair as white as frost was holding up her long and wide sleeves, nibbling on golden corn in small bites, and carrying a white bag behind her that was much bigger than herself.

"That wine glass should be enough to buy all this corn, right?" The white-haired fox girl tilted her head, her small wooden clogs stepped on the ground, and the bells on the ankles of her white socks made pleasant sounds.

After sucking out the remaining corn kernels one by one, making sure not a single one was wasted, Fei Tao threw away the eaten corn and wiped the corn residue from the corners of her mouth with her sleeve.

She had no idea about money and had no idea how much a pure gold and diamond-studded wine glass was worth.

I originally planned to just eat two corns to fill my stomach, but...

Perhaps it was because the fox blood broke through the shackles, her appetite became much bigger than before. Besides, her appetite was not small to begin with, and two corns were not enough to fill her up.

then..........

Just, I took some extra.

Fei Tao shook the big sack behind him that looked like Santa Claus, feeling a little guilty, and she didn't know if the wine glass was enough to pay her bill.

But she had been shouting for a long time but no one was there to work the land. She was so hungry that she couldn’t help shouting…

Appetite is a desire that Fei Tao cannot give up, but eating delicious food is a hobby that she does not want to give up no matter what.

Feitao was very afraid of being hungry and wanted to ask why.

Maybe it was because he was forced to fast as a child and was locked up in the Nine-Tailed Prison, where he was starved and scared.

The empty stomach feels like it's on fire and it's really uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, I will pay you back double when I have money in the future." Fei Tao put her two little hands hidden in her sleeves together, and no one knew who she was praying to.

She shook her little head.

This corn should be enough for her to eat for a few days. Although corn is not very delicious, it is better than going hungry.

Now, where should she go?

After thinking it over, she realized that she had never thought about how she would survive if she no longer had the knight's allowance.

Chapter 12: 11~Devil and Will

On an unknown country road, a blond man with a wooden face shook the large white sack on his body.

After eating all the corn, there was still about half a bag left.

He was so hungry. He hadn't eaten for several months, including the period when he was in suspended animation. He ate half a field of corn at a time, chewing as he walked, and there were corn cobs all along the way.

The burning hunger was relieved, but that didn't mean Fate was full. Corn, a vegetarian food, was like cotton to him. It was light in weight but large in volume. Even if it filled up a room, it wouldn't have much weight.

After eating the corn, Fate's hunger was merely suppressed, but it was far from enough to fill him up.

Although his appetite used to be huge, it was never as exaggerated as it is today.

Is it because the blood of the demon fox is dominant and it takes more energy to generate magic elements, or is it because there is a demon fox living in his body and it is competing with him for food?

Or, the nutrients were taken away by something else?

Fate rubbed his chest.

The gargoyle pendant given by Christine can achieve almost perfect camouflage, and it is basically impossible to be discovered unless it is someone who is very familiar with his aura.

But no matter how perfect the disguise is, it is just a disguise after all. The chest seems flat, but in fact the fabric is easily held up by the surging waves, and you can touch the swaying "big white cotton balls" with a slight stretch of your hand.

She couldn't turn back into a man, but she wanted to struggle no matter what, to deceive her senses, to tell herself that she was still a man.

But the senses can deceive, but touch and body sensation cannot.

After walking for dozens of miles, she could clearly feel that her physical strength was not as good as before. Not only that, because of the two thick "front armors" that seemed to have a buffering effect, her sense of balance was much worse than before.

She knew what this meant and that it would take her a long time to adapt to the changes in her body.

If a fledgling soldier relies on his agility and adaptability, then a seasoned veteran relies more on the muscle memory developed through hundreds of battles.

Including raising the sword, raising the hand, blocking, counter-stabbing, and slashing, these simple actions will have a great impact on the outcome of the battlefield if the slightest mistake is made.

Killing an enemy with one sword and killing an enemy with two swords are two different things. It is very important to be quick, accurate and ruthless.

The impact of Fate's physical changes on her is likely to make her movements become sluggish, and her brain may react but her body cannot keep up.

As for the issue of "intention", the so-called "intention" is the prerequisite for the activation of "heart determination", just like the relationship between oil and engine.

On the battlefield, a soldier who has learned the Heart Technique can exert a combat power several times greater than that of others, and can survive dangerous situations in wars time and time again, or even escape unscathed.

The heart skills can be further divided into [divinely granted heart skills], [universal heart skills], and [blood-inherited heart skills].

The release threshold of the first two is low. As long as one has the [intention] and related conditions, they can be released after learning. The latter [Blood Inheritance of Heart Decree] requires the corresponding family bloodline to be eligible for release.

However, things like Heart Determination are very common, and are not the most threatening and lethal ceiling power system on the continent.

The [magic] and [esoteric arts] driven by [magic elements] are the most advanced power systems on the continent.

The difference is that anyone can learn the Heart Technique. After all, anyone can have the "intention" as long as they have a little enlightenment.

But [Magic Element] is different. As a privilege of the ancient ethnic groups, only the descendants of the ancient ethnic groups can control it.

In addition to the six major ancient tribes, there are also many large and small ancient clans with heritage.

If [Magic] is to be broken down, it can also be divided into [General Magic] and [Blood-Inherited Magic].

As the most famous power system in the continent, the level of magic is definitely not something that can be challenged by the mind spell. After all, the release conditions of the former are obviously more stringent than the latter by more than one dimension.

Although mind spells and magic are of the same level, their destructive power is completely asymmetrical.

For example, at the same basic level, the Heart Technique can at most strengthen the next slashing attack, while magic can create a small fireball for a small-scale bombing.

The heart spell can at most leave physical scars, and slightly better armor may not be able to be cut, but the damage caused by magic can ignore the armor.

In a nutshell, the continent of Arlen is the world of mages. Here, other power systems are younger brothers, and mages are the kings of kings.

Fate used to be no different from thousands of other people, but because he deliberately suppressed the blood of the demon fox, there was no magic in his body.

It was different now. The fox blood was letting loose and was roaming happily within his body. It must have filled his body to the brim with magic essence.

It is wishful thinking to transform [intention] into [magic element], but the equation works in reverse.

As the ceiling power system, [Magic Element] can be transformed into the origin of almost any power system, naturally including [Intention], but it takes nearly three times or even more magic element to transform into one portion of [Intention].

Fate tried it and found that his [will] was [blocked] with the awakening of the fox bloodline. From now on, he can only release his heart by using [magic elements] to transform them into [will].