She was wearing a red dress and riding a vigorous mare on her side slowly through the beech woods. The sunshine sprinkled from the leaves made her white hair and skin almost transparent, like a light white veil floating in the world. She raised her head, and the morning dew stained on her long eyelashes shone brightly, as if she was immersed in the subtle music of the newly grown leaves. She was like the leaping flames in the forest, cruising between the green green of the desolate leaves. A few lonely plants were scattered on the grasslands in the forest, and heathers and rock roses grew on the border of the natural jungle, and maple trees and fir stood alone on the Thames. This was a priceless oasis on the busy Thames. Before that, the path between the lush broad-leaved forests had not been stepped on for 152 years.

The horse's hooves carefully crossed the calcified bryophyte community and many small Mediterranean shrubs and stopped in front of Salomon. Joan of Arc looked down at the Secret Master. A blurred light was shrouded in her body, as if she had brought the morning light into the shadow. Before Salomon could explain her purpose, she shook the reins first, and the gentle mare stepped on the black humus and took a few more steps forward, as if she was stepping on the A-Dorian scale.

Salomon reached out and held her waist, and his other hand passed under her legs, easily carrying her off the horse, like a very exquisite figure. "I want to give this horse a name." Joan of Arc held the reins with one hand and declared his ownership of the brown mare with confidence. "Ines, she is a gentle horse."

"This is your freedom." Salomon's hand did not leave Joan of Arc's slender waist, and she was used to intimate contact from the secret mage. Her other hand was lightly mounted on Salomon's hand, like the palms that were gracefully carried together during dance. The fingertips touched each other with shyness, and all emotions were wrapped in luxurious black silk gloves, floating on the dot halo projected by ancient stars 150 million kilometers away from this. "Beyonita chose a thoroughbred horse, she

Now I am taking Pergasus to run around the horse farm! I hope that the horse will not be frightened by Pergasus's big wings." Salomon said. It has not been inhabited for more than a century and a half. During World War II, it was regarded as a US Air Force recuperation center. Therefore, many decorations of this manor have already had problems and require a lot of decoration. The fine decoration time is exaggerated. The witches who can't help but can't help but come to this manor to ride a horse when they know that the horse farm has been renovated.

“She named the horse ‘Vernier Caliper’, and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t for my preference for science.”

"Don't expect me to thank you."

"It's my pleasure."

"You!" Her clear eyes, which were almost green in light gray, looked up and down at the secret mage. "In the past, you would have tried to argue with me." She raised the tone of the sentence at the end of the sentence, like a light feather brushing by, "Did the Seresa whip exerted too hard when she hit you yesterday? Poor little guy, are you here to ask for a kiss?"

"You know what the game between us is like, Joan of Arc." Salomon said with a smile, "Don't you often desire to join?"

"If you want to be shot by me." Joan of Arc pulled his hand away from Salomon's palm, held his head up, and walked towards the manor horse farm with his head raised. "What do you want to say?" Her pearly white hair fluttered with the breeze. "You must have something to do when you come to me."

"I've told Beyonetta." Salomon said, "I'm going on a business trip to the outside dimension. It's dangerous, but not too dangerous. The danger does not come from the bizarre magical world, but from a mixed-race nightmare that ordinary people can't bear his pranks. Although it's not good to say bad things about elders, for that guy, any kind of humiliation is accurate and worth it."

"You want to go on a long door? A far door in the Kama Taj's sense?"

"Yes." Salomon shrugged, "I think so."

"When will I come back? Wait..." She suddenly stopped and looked back at Salomon with a strange look. "You don't think I'm reluctant to let it go, do you?" She smiled badly. "I believe that Seresa understood your responsibility when she decided to date you. The witch is not a mother-in-law's woman. As for me, she just lived with her. I admit that you have a good kung fu in bed, Niemand kann dir das Wasser reichen, do you think this is my emotional expression of you, man?"

"I promise I haven't thought so."

Joan of Arc faced forward again, and she walked slowly, waving the whip in her hand. "Aren't you keeping up?" After a while, she said, "I'm pretty sure Seresa wants to vent her emotions on you, in a unique way of the witch."

"What about you?" Salomon asked with a smile.

"Do you want to be shot by me, fool!"

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"Are you ready to go?" The white-bearded old guy wearing a dark yellow jacket and a plaid scarf walked around excitedly, dancing. However, the two young men in front of him ignored his plans, one of whom was chanting a spell on the other. The taller man pointed to the long sword around his waist and made a guarantee, which made the other young man in obvious bad mood relax a lot. No one knew why this ghost old guy was doing such a troublesome thing, but everyone knew that Merlin had his own plans, and even the Supreme Mage agreed to this behavior-Merlin had no incompetent caster under his command. He was the best teacher ever, and some things were more suitable for Merlin to educate them, so that these two young men could be prepared to bear the responsibility.

Salomon has done a good job. In Merlin's eyes, he will bear all the pain and complete his eternal mission. Salomon has accepted this cruel mission and rushed forward without looking back. He is the most perfect tool Kamataj has created for thousands of years.

As an assistant, Dave still needs training. In the cruel and dark future, his strength and wisdom must be comparable to Salomon. He needs to go to the most rigorous places of Eun-Calai to maintain the seal of Mother Earth and become a real druid. Only in this way can he take over the core spells of the Merlin School and then lead the Merlin Wizards Group. This is a long process, and even the Venerable's spells can only delay some of Dave's time. The cruelest ones are, let alone young people like Dave. This is the trial given to him by Merlin, and it is Dave's fate after taking the ring. Although it is cruel, it is his responsibility as the heir of the Merlin School. Everyone has their own responsibilities and no one can escape.

No matter how much Veronica opposes, it is useless. She tried to talk to Merlin, but the guilty mixed-race nightmare always avoided her until the day of departure. "Don't be sad, little Dave." Merlin looked calm and did not feel ashamed of Dave's prank. "We have to go to Sandals first to eat something before we set off." He hooked up Dave's shoulders very naturally and dragged him to the constant portal of Kama Taj, "You will have topics to brag after you come! Think about it, how many girls will want to hear you say about alien adventures?"
Chapter completed!