Roy and Tom said a few words and then fell silent.
Sitting under this big tree now, I think of how at this time yesterday morning, they were still saying hello to Maxim and Aunt Marie on the lively streets of Borabel, and they were still burning with the burning fire of gossip and listening to the bards telling secrets.
, still running through the lively streets and throwing stones by the river.
But at this moment, the familiar city and the familiar people were gone. Looking back, life in the past seemed like a dream. This was really hard for the two young people to accept.
How could life have such a big change?
"Tom, what are you going to do when we get to Munich?" Roy held his chin and looked into the distance. Malia squatted aside and struggled with the fat dog Oliver biting her trousers.
Tom was in a low mood: "We are pretty good. Although we have lost all the belongings in the blacksmith shop, we finally took the money and settled down in Munich. My dad is going to find a blacksmith shop to work first, and then slowly think of a solution."
As he said that, he turned around and asked, "What about you?"
"I don't know." Roy shook his head.
Tom was a little surprised and asked: "Aren't you going to the Imperial Capital?"
"No!" Roy said firmly.
Tom looked at Roy with wide eyes, and for a moment he couldn't figure out what was going on in his buddy's mind.
Others don't understand it, but Tom knows how much his buddy wants to be a knight, how much he wants to get rid of the status of a commoner and become a distinguished person, have his own castle, his own fief, and live the life of a knight. That's him.
A lifelong dream, the heat is even scarier than the iron stove at home.
In everyone's chat just now, everyone felt that in this great change, the only one who seized the opportunity to change his destiny was Roy. With his strength, his achievements in battle, and his friendship with the Royal Knights, he rose to great heights.
Just around the corner.
But Tom didn't expect that Roy would not follow the royal knights to the imperial capital.
Doesn't that mean that everything he has done before will not get any reward?
"Why?" Tom asked.
"You know, I can't practice fighting spirit. When I get to the imperial capital, I have to live under the influence of others and rely on friendship to make ends meet."
Roy pulled a stick of kuding grass and peeled off the outer skin, bit the grass core in his mouth, and slowly chewed the bitter taste.
He understood very well that although he had a good relationship with the royal knights and had saved the princess, in the final analysis, he and the other party were from two different worlds.
Rather than rely on a little kindness to survive the days of being dependent on others, it would be better not to go at all!
Whether it's saving the princess or Hugo, that's what he wants. He would rather win the respect and friendship of the other party with this, rather than exchange for his own future at the cost of this.
What's more, a potential apprentice who practices undead magic is not suitable to stay in the imperial capital.
In that city with hidden dragons and crouching tigers, let alone those who dare not practice undead magic to make a fuss, even if they don't practice magic and are just a cautious ordinary person with their tail between their legs, others may discover the secrets in them.
Thinking of this, Roy turned his head and glanced at Maler.
He still can't figure out how this little dark elf girl judged that she was a necromancer the moment she activated her magic recovery. However, this made him wary. He originally thought that just elemental fluctuations would not cause people to worry.
Note that now it seems that I still think too simply.
Life and death are at stake, and there is no room for risk.
After hearing Roy's words, Tom, who knew him well, patted his shoulder hard. Malt, who had just turned the fat dog Oliver into an arc and threw it into the grass, looked at Roy in surprise.
She didn't expect that this bastard had such arrogance in his heart.
When they returned to the crowd, people had already gotten up to pack their things and get ready to go on the road. There was a lot of noise calling their children and daughters. The royal knights and non-commissioned officers had already taken the lead. They were still the same as before, some at the rear and some as guards on both sides.
, and sent people to cut down trees in front to clear the way.
When Roy walked to Palu, he found that Mal'er had been following him every step of the way. The fat dog Oliver, who had just ran back from the grass, was wagging his tongue and his eyes were shining with excitement, surrounding Mal'er's feet.
It wags its tail and spins around, and occasionally pushes its head against Malt's legs, as if asking the dark elf to grab the fat skin on its neck and throw it away again.
"Bitch!" Malt had no choice but to kick Oliver. However, the mangy dog immediately lay down, squinted his eyes, and groaned in comfort.
Seeing Mai Ya'er following Roy, people looked a little weird. Roy glanced around and saw a dark cloud on his face. He didn't want to be followed by such a dangerous dark elf.
"Why are you following me? Little girl, I'm telling you, I'm not interested in children!" Roy lowered his voice.
"Who wants to follow you!" Malya'er wanted to bite this big head with no morals.
People in this world don't know that when the eldest daughter Ma Ya'er was still in the extremely honorable family in the devil world, she hated anyone who said she was young, and none of the maids around her dared to treat her as a child.
Later, when she came to this world, although she was wandering around and hiding, and was scared, the fact that no one regarded her graceful figure as a child made her really excited for a long time.
Who would have known that the video of a little girl with a big head opening her mouth but not talking is simply intolerable!
"Little girl Pianzi, you said you didn't follow me, but you are almost sticking to me. Are you a noodle boy?" Roy waved his hand.
As long as the dark elf stands next to him, he will feel chills on his back and his hair will stand on end. Who can bear this feeling?
"Don't call me little girl Pianzi!" Mai Ya'er gritted his teeth, and his voice came out with a cold air from between his teeth.
"Eleven years old, what's a movie if it's not a little girl?" Roy said disdainfully, "Hurry up and step aside, let people know that I am confused with a child, I can't afford to embarrass this person."
I don’t know who is confused with you!
Malya'er's eyes were on fire, revealing the ferocity of the dark elf when he was angry, looking like a little wild cat: "Don't think that I want to follow you, I'm afraid that you will turn around and betray me! When we get out of the mountainous area, we
Everyone goes his own way. Anyway, if you dare to expose me now, I will kill you. If I can't kill you, I will expose you!"
Looking into the eyes of the dark elf, Roy had a headache as he thought of all the legends about the dark elf he had heard in the elf tribe before. He was not afraid of following him, but what if... her bestiality got out and she did something to him?!
Dark elves are not a race that ordinary people can speculate on.