Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

Claude couldn't bear the other party's resentful gaze, and asked awkwardly and helplessly. He instinctively felt that the atmosphere was a little bit wrong, but his thinking, which had been tempered and shaped by countless wars, made it difficult for him to realize the specific situation. Coupled with a certain lack of experience, he looked hopelessly dull in Xinteleya's eyes.

"You have some free time now, right?"

Perhaps it was a whim, or perhaps she could no longer bear it, Xinteleya made a direct invitation.

"There really hasn't been anything going on these past few days. We just need to wait for things to develop, so I will..."

"The stew in Bem's kitchen is delicious. Let's go eat it together."

Claude's explanation was interrupted by the other party. It seemed that the girl didn't care at all what he was doing. She just wanted to achieve her goal.

"Oh, well, I'll call ..."

"Don't call anyone, just the two of us!"

"for……"

In order to prevent the two people with big appetites from causing trouble in the room, Xintlia immediately pulled Claude's hand, wanting to get everything done before a certain golden retriever and the Liberi foodie.

Claude only had time to grab his helmet the moment he stepped out of the door. This was an instinctive action engraved in his body, no, perhaps engraved in his soul. After all, he had changed his body and changed the world.

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In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Claude did not wear the officer armor of the Silver Spear Pegasus, but wore his own old armor, which was a plate armor that fit the body well, and no one else could wear it, so he kept it in the warehouse.

The restaurant is decorated in a very old style, a traditional wooden house with narrow windows in Casimir, with colored glass on the windows. The windows were opened early and the doors were opened wide to let the morning sun in. The interior is also a traditional structure with wooden floors and wooden tables and chairs.

When they came out, it was around 9:00 in the morning and most people were still at work, so there were few customers in the restaurant, and besides them, there was only a man and a woman with a child.

Casimir's traditional stew is made from ingredients such as carrots, potatoes, and warthog meat, and is topped with a layer of light cream. It is a delicacy that you will always miss after eating it, and it is also a very warm taste in Claude's memory.

Regardless of other people's eyes, Xinteleya firmly held his arms in her arms.

I wonder if it would be uncomfortable to hold such a hard arm armor in my arms - Claude had an unreasonable association in his mind. After all, Xintlia was indeed a little thinner than others.

Only after he sat down on the chair did Claude's shoulders be released.

"Do you want to order or should I? We're here to eat stew anyway. Why don't I just order?"

The waiter had come to them, and Claude naturally picked up the menu and looked at his companion with an inquiring look.

"Eating stew is not just about eating stew. Let me have some."

Xinteleya rolled her eyes at him, snatched the menu away, and flipped through the pages, occasionally saying a name.

Claude picked up the toothpick on the table out of boredom, bent the tiny wooden stick slightly with his fingers, then released it, letting it fly out with the help of elasticity, and then caught it accurately in the air. Each time he controlled his strength to the extent that it would not break, which was also a kind of training for controlling his own strength.

This time, as the toothpick flew out, another toothpick hit it accurately, splitting it in half, and Claude naturally caught the new toothpick.

Xinteleya showed a helpless expression.

"We finally have a chance to hang out, shouldn't we have a good chat? Why are you playing by yourself? You're like a little kid."

"You are wrong. It's not that only children can play. It's human nature to be curious about interesting things. No matter if they are old or young, male or female, the reason you feel that others are childish is just because you don't think such behavior is interesting. If something can arouse your interest, you will be the same as me."

Claude explained seriously.

"People don't always understand each other. In most cases, any two people have completely different hobbies, but they still have a great chance of becoming friends. This is the interesting thing about humans!"

"…You said all this just to play with toothpicks, didn't you?…"

"Ahem!!... Of course it's not a toothpick, it's just something to kill time. It's nice to chat... It's nice."

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"A comb of the tail? I've never combed it. It's always been like this."

Claude's words dealt a heavy blow to Xintelaiya, who was completely shocked. At the same time, Claude also felt a strong sense of unwillingness and jealousy from her expression.

"How is it possible?! Your tail is so beautiful! How can you keep it like this without taking care of it?!"

"I certainly haven't paid much attention to it, have you?"

Claude asked in confusion, because he had an extra pair of ears and a tail, he was not used to them and had never taken them seriously. Now that he thought about it, his tail had never been stained with dirt when moving in the dirty mud, lush forests and snowfields of Ursus, and it always maintained a smooth texture like silk.

"...Do you know what you're talking about? With this, you're enough to make all the girls in Casimir envy you... Damn it!! You looked like you deserved a beating just now!"

Furious, Cinderella stood up and tried to grab Claude's face. But Claude, relying on his long arms, used only one hand to stop the girl from reaching her face. At the same time, he kept apologizing and comforting her, which made Cinderella reluctantly sit back in her seat.

It was not until then that the stew was finally served. Their luck today was not good because it was not yet time for dinner when they first arrived and the stew was still being prepared, so it took quite a while before they could eat it.

Two small clay ovens were filled with red-hot charcoal and a stew pot was placed on top. Each person's stew was cooked in a separate pot, with steam and a strong aroma. Add in some other breads and desserts, and their dishes were complete.

“Like hot pot.”

Claude commented on the small stove, and surrounded by steam, the two began to taste the delicacy.

PS: I have now become the legendary French fry, and I am picked up by people every day...

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 169 Nightmare

Claude has always liked to eat bread with soup, which is a very efficient way to eat. Especially when the bread has been stored for more than ten days and has become dry and hard, it can effectively soften it and not scratch the soldiers' gums. And when there is no water to wash the dishes, the bread can be used to clean the dishes.

They enjoyed the steaming stew in the spring sunshine, and before the charcoal in the stove burned out, Claude wiped the last drop of soup in the bowl with bread.

"It tastes really good. The meat in the stew here is fried longer than in Old Martin's pub. So the taste is mellower and there are more onions. It is really a unique taste."

After finishing all the food, Claude took out a napkin and wiped his mouth. The magic organs in the fourth stage would continuously absorb the ether in the world, which made him eat less than before. Now he could go a long time without eating.

"Yeah, I used to like eating here. When I just graduated, I was still a pauper. Whenever I passed by this store, I was always attracted by the aroma. Later, after I made some money, I often came here to eat."

"Come to think of it, after you suddenly left without saying goodbye, I went to look for you."

Claude spoke on a whim.

"I guessed it too. You knew my identity from that time, right? I was already a discarded pawn at that time. Regardless of whether that thing succeeded or not, we were going to be silenced."

"I even brought you a gift. To be honest, I was a little angry when I found out that you were a fake. After all, I trusted you a lot, and I just can't tolerate betrayal."

"Then why did you let me go? If that was the case, shouldn't you kill someone who betrayed you with a sword?"

Cinderella looked at her fingers nonchalantly, but Claude clearly saw the corners of her eyes wrinkle.

"…Because you were scared…"

"Fear?!"

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"That's right. You didn't think you hid yourself so well at that time. You were so scared that your face turned pale, and you looked like you wanted someone to save you. And I happened to be in front of you... and you were my servant, at least at that time. A knight should protect his servants, right?"

"Tsk... I'm just taking your salary, but you're talking as if I sold myself to you..."

"You did a good job, didn't you? And I saw that you were quite happy. If your boss hadn't given you that mission to get yourself killed, we would probably still be in this relationship. You must have used some method to get rid of the calluses on your hands, right?... Although I have my doubts, this world is not peaceful after all. Even an ordinary person may have mastered some skills for self-defense... By the way, when you are tracking a target, don't keep staring at the person. People with keen senses can easily detect your gaze. I almost caught you."

"You must have had bad intentions, didn't you? You knew it was me, but you still came back halfway on purpose, causing me to hang there for half an hour and almost fall off."

"I didn't know that you were the one monitoring me at that time. I thought everyone had left..."

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Claude's expression paused slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. After a while, a figure walked around the two tables and came to their side. The armor plates on his body rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound.

"Long time no see, are you still in this city?"

The Nightmare Chaser Knight, wearing iron-scale armor, stood in front of Claude. His helmet, which looked like a strange burning flame, was staring straight at Claude.

"…………Let's have another match. Before I continue my journey, I want to defeat you..."

"Of course, no problem. As long as you have the determination, I will accept the challenge no matter how many times it is... Before that, why don't you try the food here? It's delicious."

The knight was stunned for a moment, but after hesitating for a while, he took off his helmet.

The face under the helmet was very young, with red eyes and black hair that burned like flames. Rather than being a young man, he looked more like a teenager.

But Claude knew very well in his mind that he did not accept his invitation, but was just obeying his orders because he lost to him last time. He didn't know how this young man became so stubborn.

He waved to the waiter and ordered a stew for the young man. Although he had signed a contract with the Knights, it was only to obtain the money necessary to survive in this city. All of this was to prepare for the "Heavenly Path", and Claude didn't know much about this.

He is a "nightmare". This is not an adjective, but his race is truly called a nightmare. The Nightmare Khan and his Qiexue who trampled the entire earth long ago were the real nightmares of all races on the entire earth, but that supreme glory has passed, and now the Nightmare population is dwindling.

Perhaps he wanted to gain his own glory or follow the footsteps of his ancestors, so he decided to embark on his own journey. He was ready to head north and complete his own journey. This was a great determination and courage, and Claude respected his will very much.

"You don't need to push yourself like this. Even if you want to complete a great journey, you should be well prepared. Otherwise, it would just be meaningless bleeding yourself."

The Nightmare Chaser said nothing, silently stuffing the stew into his mouth. Claude didn't care either, he continued:

"You're not very good at lying, are you?"

The knight's hand paused for a moment, as if stung by a wasp.

"You can't fool me. The reason you stayed here is not because you are unwilling to lose to me. You are not a stupid person. You should know that you can't defeat me in a short time."

The waiter had already taken away their empty plates. Xinteleya looked at the strange knight who suddenly appeared with some dissatisfaction, feeling unhappy that he had interrupted their conversation.

Nightmare looked at the woman who suddenly glared at him with some confusion, but he didn't have time to pay attention to her now.

"What do you want from me, warrior? What made you stop?"

Nightmare hesitated completely. An instinct, a sudden instinct, told him that the other party was right. He did not stop because he was unwilling to lose the battle.

Casimir's New Chapter: Chapter 170: The Descendants of the Kheshig

In Claude's opinion, the young man in front of him undoubtedly belonged to a nomadic people with a corresponding culture. Especially the Khan and the Qiexue, which was a blatant revelation to him. It was hard not to think of the world he started with, the ancient Mongol Empire that basically conquered all civilized worlds.

Thousands of years ago, this world also had the Nightmare Khan and his Qiexue Army, who trampled countless countries. The similarities between the two were so many that he couldn't help but have some other guesses. This world, and the civilizations in this world, he could basically find the corresponding civilizations in his original world. Could it be...

The culture of this world is so mixed and chaotic. Batbayar and the Nightmare in front of him, their race and culture are very different from Casimir, but they are the same race. Such examples can be found everywhere in this land, as if a creator has forcibly merged different things together, making Claude feel very weird.

"You should tell me your name, too, right?"

"Tora... this is my name."

"It's a good name. This name should carry the expectations of your relatives, otherwise you wouldn't speak in this tone."

"Can you see what I'm thinking..."

Looking at the other person's shocked expression, Claude couldn't help but smile.

"I've just seen a lot. I've seen a lot of situations like yours, so I can naturally tell. You don't have enough experience to hide your thoughts."

Claude stood up and put his chair back. Then he looked at Sintrea.

"Will you come with me?"

"of course."

He turned and looked at Tora again.

"I know a place that should be able to free both of us. Maybe after a good fight, you can figure out what you're looking for."

He put on his helmet silently and picked up the long sword beside him.

"Please do your best."

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"Mr. Claude, you are here... Who is this?"

"Don't worry about it, Sona, just get everyone out first, we two have a problem to solve."

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Since he has decided to go all out, Claude will use all his tactics.

He dragged out the saddle placed here, and then put it on the black horse. Claude stepped his boots into the stirrups and climbed on the horse. Xinteleya handed him his spear, slightly adjusted his sitting position, and Claude looked at the opponent in the distance and raised his spear high.

The knight put on his helmet, gripped his spear tightly, controlled his horse, and was about to charge.

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His heart had never beat so fast before. It was different. Something was completely different. He raised his long sword and pointed the tip at the opponent, but his heart beat faster and faster. A strange emotion entangled him. But he quickly realized what this emotion was. He was afraid. He had always brought fear to the enemy, but now he was captured by this emotion. He was afraid of the black spear...

He knew what would happen next. He was no match for that man, and he would be impaled on the tip of his spear, pierced through his armor and chest, and impaled on the tip of his spear like a toy. His instinct for survival told him to run away quickly, because he could not handle his opponent.

But he can't escape, he can't be weak, he can't run away again, otherwise... he will have nothing left.

The black warhorse's hooves made a dense drumbeat, and every leap left a dazzling lightning. In the blink of an eye, it rushed in front of him, and the black spear, with unmatched force, pierced him from top to bottom, like thunder from the sky, which could not be resisted or escaped.

Yes, there is no escape.

He screamed at the top of his lungs, his tongue already bitten without him noticing. The fishy-sweet liquid was pouring into his throat, and he swung his long sword with all his might, aiming directly at the knight's head.

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Coming back to his senses from the chaos, he could not help but groan at the heart-wrenching pain in his chest. He instinctively reached out to touch, but found only broken armor pieces. He raised his head in confusion, and saw a hole in his helmet, exposing his face. He instinctively reached for his weapon, but all he touched was a long black handle.

He used the long handle in his hand to support himself, panting violently, coughing and spitting out two mouthfuls of blood. He then raised his head and looked at the opponent riding on the horse.