"Master... why don't you take a rest?"

Zoe calmed down her breathing.

She felt like her face was burning, and her body felt like she was soaking in a hot hot spring, and there was a white harrier discharging electricity in the hot spring.

Xiwei pulled out the hoe from the soil in the orchard and glanced at Roy with some surprise. He saw that the fox-eared lady was as shiny as a Peking duck and as red as a cooked prawn.

stuck together.

It shouldn't be...

He remembered that Roy's fighting ability was not that bad.

How long have we been farming...

He looked up at the time.

Less than four hours.

So far, the soil has not been evenly plowed!

"You're not doing well today~"

Xiwei joked.

Hearing this, Ruoyi bit her red lips, rolled her eyes, and said angrily: "It's not because I've been busy all afternoon and made so many flower cakes for you, but I still have no energy now."

The same goes for Xiwei’s heart.

After all, secret ingredients need to be prepared.

Therefore, making flower cakes must take a lot of effort. Now that I am tired after plowing half of the land, it makes sense.

There was no other way, Xiwei could only pat the hoe on the soil of the orchard, let Roy go for the time being, and wait until the fox-eared girl had enough rest before continuing to work.

"Then what should I do now?" Xiwei weighed the hoe in his hand. He couldn't give up halfway.

Looking at the shaking hoe, Roy could only give Xi Wei a helpless look, then he bent down and cleaned the soil off the hoe. He didn't stop until the oil shined brightly.

"Just wait, I'll call Luo Li to take over~"

After saying this, the fox-eared lady staggered and prepared to get up and leave, but she was so tired that she couldn't stand still, and the hoe dug into the soil again. It wasn't until half an hour later that she left as if running away.

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Xiwei looked at Roy's back and smiled.

It’s not easy to be a fruit farmer now.

Even if he works hard every day and takes care of the soil and orchards, he may not necessarily get abundant fruits during the autumn harvest. He still needs to continue to work hard.

His eyes returned to the magic light curtain.

Things have made new progress.

I saw that Barna, Platir and others had finished negotiating with the cardinal.

The kind-looking old man also walked towards the players with a smile.

"Hello, my name is Charlie, one of the red archbishops of the Winter Breaking Organization. You can call me by my first name, or you can call me bishop~"

He slowly opened his hands, like a son of God who loves the world. The light from the colorful window grilles just fell on his shoulders, casting a mysterious halo over him.

If this scene took place in a glorious church, it must be very sacred.

Unfortunately, the surroundings were filled with the smell of blood, and there were only pale masks in the dim light. The eyes under the masks were full of fanaticism and madness.

This is not heaven, this is hell!

The bishop is not a son of God, but an executioner.

"Hello, Lord Bishop."

He took the initiative to talk without any hesitation and extended a hand in a friendly manner. Suddenly he realized that something was not right, so he put one hand on his chest and performed a knight's salute.

"Are there many powerful bishops like you in the Winter Breaking Organization?"

Charlie smiled softly, shook his head and refused: "Sorry, I can't tell you this."

He pursed his lips indifferently, cursing the cautious old fox in his mind.

"The goods you want to transport are ready."

Bishop Charles turned and led the way.

"Come with me."

He still doesn't want to give up if he doesn't do human affairs. He wants to get as much information as possible to ensure that the mission can be completed.

"My Lord Bishop, will you also transport goods with us?"

Bishop Charlie tilted his head slightly when he heard this:

"No, transporting goods has nothing to do with me. My mission is to cultivate fresh blood for the Winter Breaking Organization. The goods included this time are only due to special circumstances. Platir and Barna asked me to help keep them."

Hearing this, he nodded his head without any hesitation.

It seems that the breakthrough lies with Barna and Platir.

Bishop Charlie, an old fox, can only be left alone for the time being.

However, he was very stupid and marked the current location on the map.

As a player, settling accounts after the fall is a basic ability.

I think back when I was playing games, there were many young and poor players who didn't start to push through the story until they reached the max level.

Charlie led a group of players to a small warehouse and saw a man tied by an iron rope kneeling there.

His eyes were blind, leaving only two empty holes of blood.

His limbs were also missing, with only his elbows and thighs left.

Hearing the footsteps of the visitor, the man's expressionless face suddenly became terrifying and ferocious.

"ah!"

"Ahhh!"

He roared, almost breaking his throat.

The iron rope made a "clattering" sound.

He pounced in the direction of Bishop Charles like a wild beast.

But only halfway there, he was strangled by the iron chain around his neck.

Bishop Charlie snorted coldly, raised his foot and kicked the man in the chest, and the man flew backwards like a thrown sack.

"I made you laugh." Bishop Charlie smiled apologetically.

"The dog I raise is more ferocious, but no matter what, it is just a dog. You don't need to be afraid."

Barna also pointed at the man who was leaning on the garbage pile and vomiting blood, and said to the hesitant indifferent person:

"Well, this is the spy we caught. He refused to say anything, so that's it. Before, we would force-feed him a piece of dried meat made by his wife every day, but now we have finished feeding him. You can see

He doesn’t look like he’s crying and vomiting anymore.”

The old wizard looked a little regretful.

But the players only felt horrified, and at the same time their hearts were filled with anger.

They are players of the Winter City forces, and this spy under the Winter King is theoretically their NPC ally.

The former friendly forces had gotten to this point, and his wife and children were killed. Now he was cut into a stick, his eyes were blinded, and his tongue was cut out.

Even if they have no friendship with this spy, the players can't bear it.

But now they can't do anything.

Bishop Charlie opened the warehouse, waved his hand and used a wind scroll technique to blow away the dust, revealing the Winter City standard equipment neatly packed in the small warehouse. Roughly calculated, there were about more than 500 sets.

All the equipment stolen in Pinewood City recently should be here.

"The King of Winter is also a wonderful person. In order to prevent these equipment from being stolen, he specially added magic metal into it. Although there is no way to improve the magic resistance of the equipment, it can effectively prevent the space ring from storing such equipment."

Bishop Charlie still had a smile on his face, but the curve of his mouth was full of ridicule.

"With more than 500 sets of equipment, your caravan will definitely be discovered, so this time there will be a life-and-death struggle. I only bribed some of the peripheral soldiers in Pinewood City. The core officers are all die-hard loyalists who directly belong to the King of Winter. Can
Chapter completed!