"Who are you!" Morik scolded angrily.

Although the sudden appearance of the knights frightened him, there were only two of them, which was not enough to make him lose his position.

"I'm Mia's boss, and I'm here to get my soldiers back to the team."

His voice is calm when he is not doing anything, but that is just the silence before the volcano erupts.

Mia looked at the person she missed so much at the gate, her eyes blurred with tears. She had no idea that Momo would go to the town specifically for her, and risk her own life to get her out.ъìＱυＧΕtＶ.℃ǒΜ

"grown ups……"

She covered her mouth and couldn't help shouting.

He glanced at Mia and saw that she was in good condition, so he felt relieved and focused on the next battle.

There are a total of thirty-two militiamen in the courtyard, with the highest average level being eight or nine.

The old man named Morik is quite strong and is a great knight.

But level 20 or above was still not enough for him and Shiyouyou.

He held his breath and concentrated, and suddenly tightened his grip on the long sword in his hand.

Morik was glad that he was wearing armor today, and in order to show his wealth, he also wore the best one.

The weapon in his hand is also a black steel long sword that has been carefully maintained over the years.

He put down his mask, drew out his sword, and fixed his gaze firmly on the inhuman body.

"No one of you can try to take away my Morik's wife today!"

An open space has been made in the courtyard, and the guests who were invited to the banquet hid far away, watching this scene with interest.

Only Morik's militia remained standing.

They held up oaken shields and held long swords in front of them, staring eagerly.

"What are you waiting for?" Morik glanced at the militiamen beside him, his voice was frighteningly soft.

However, the knight at the door had already taken the lead in charging on his horse.

If you don't do anything, you should be the first to get in front of Morik. Under the momentum of the war horse, he becomes even more unstoppable.

Morik almost had no time to raise his sword to block.

The knight's long sword was fast and fierce. Morik blocked a slash that hit his neck, and a huge force came from the sword that made his jaw numb.

The moment they fought, he secretly said something bad.

The knight in front of him was far more powerful than him.

The opponent didn't even use his fighting spirit and his strength alone was enough to completely suppress him.

But now the arrow is on the string and must be fired.

He could only grit his teeth and roll over on the spot along with the force, then raised his sword upwards and slashed at the knight's horse.

He had already known the trajectory of Morik's attack without doing anything. He raised his foot and kicked Morik's sword-holding right hand, then slashed Morik's ribs with a side slash, and the sharp long sword was as sharp as iron.

Mud, Morik's family armor was torn apart instantly, and the skin on his chest was torn apart at the same time.

The burning pain made Morik groan.

At this time, the militiamen under Morik finally reacted and stepped forward to help, but they were blocked by another knight.

Compared to the knight fighting with Morik, the knight in front of him was obviously more ungrateful in martial arts. He came up with a sword-light cross cut filled with fighting spirit.

Several militiamen at the front were cut into even pieces by sharp fighting spirit chops before they could react.

On the other hand, looking at the center of the courtyard, Morik had already been hit on the helmet with a powerful swing.

I have to say that the quality of this helmet is really good.

Even if I didn't do anything, I couldn't break the helmet by knocking it like a bell.

On the other hand, the client, Morik, had stars in his eyes and was dizzy.

He took the opportunity to bend down and hit Morik's knee with his sword. The fighting spirit shield was useless in front of the extremely sharp sword. His kneecap was shattered. Morik screamed and knelt on the ground.

The next moment, the sword had pierced his neck like a poisonous snake.

He pulled out the long sword without any hesitation.

Even without fighting spirit, it is still very easy to deal with such a small character who is more than ten levels lower.

As soon as Morik, the host, died, a riot of exclamations suddenly sounded in the courtyard.

Sitting on a war horse without doing anything, the cold sword has not yet been sheathed, and the wet blood on the sword tip is dripping on the grass that has been trampled beyond recognition by the war horse.

The surrounding guests were afraid of the knight's murderous eyes and did not dare to look at him.

If you don't do human things, you won't kill innocent people indiscriminately.

These people are just guests invited by Morik.

Even those militiamen who knelt down and begged for mercy, he didn't take any further action for a moment.

Without hesitation, he rode his horse to Mia's side. He turned over and dismounted, raised his hand and gently lifted the veil on Mia's head.

Under the veil was a pretty face that was delicate and charming. It was raining with pear blossoms and her eyes were looking at him lovingly.

The eyes are the windows of the soul.

It contains too much emotion.

In the past, he only thought it was admiration and respect.

Now that Mia is dressed as a daughter, he can understand it no matter how slow he is.

He was stunned for a moment, feeling a little feverish on his face, but he immediately became solemn and pretended to be calm and shouted:

"Soldier Mia, return to the team!"

"Yes!" Mia burst into tears and smiled, raising her head and chest, just like she was taught before she became a human being.

…

…

Half an hour later.

Two war horses galloped leisurely in the wilderness.

A leisurely moment with Mia's father while carrying dog food on the horse.

The other horse looked calm on the face, but actually he was panicking and not doing anything.

Behind him sat the pretty and blushing Mia.

At this moment, Mia is leaning her pretty face gently on the back of the inhumane, and her two little hands are naturally wrapped around the waist of the inhumane.

Mia's uncle, the drunkard, was found in the town's tavern. At that time, the old man was drunk and unconscious, still talking about wine and women, so he wiped his neck neatly without doing anything.

As for Morik's son, he is a fool who doesn't understand anything. There is no point in killing such a person. Without Morik, those servants will naturally deal with this foolish young man. Greed is always the best choice.

Evil devil.

"Mia, can you stop hugging me so tightly?"

Feeling the little hands tightening around his waist, the girl behind him almost wanted to rub herself into his body, and his body immediately became stiff.

"But sir, I'm afraid of falling. I can't ride a horse..." Mia buried herself behind her indifferent face and made a muffled coquettish sound.

Anyway, her identity as a girl is now known.

I originally wanted to give Bu Shirenshi a surprise.

It's not too late to let others know now.

"By the way, sir." She asked timidly: "I shouldn't lie to you, but I'm afraid that if I tell you my gender, you won't want me as your follower..."

The corner of his mouth twitched.

Compared with the followers of those players, a follower like Mia is just an SSR popping out of a bunch of R. Is there any reason not to use it?

But even though this was the case, he still responded in an annoyed tone:

"You are guilty of deceiving your boss. Are you ready to accept the punishment?"

"How do you want to punish Mia?"

Think about it for a moment without doing anything else:

"I'll punish you by scrubbing my armor clean."

"Hehe, I'm happy to help~"

The girl's silvery laughter spread far.
Chapter completed!