In one breath, he pulled Roy and ran to the river at the entrance of the town. The two boys fell down on the green grass slope and looked up at the clear blue sky with a few white clouds flowing.
After resting for a while, Tom sat up cross-legged. While grabbing the fat dog's flesh and kneading it, he asked curiously.
"Man, where did you think those people came from?"
Roy thought carefully about the coat of arms on the carriage, and suddenly sat up, his eyes shining.
"The first carriage has the direct coat of arms of the royal family, and there is no territorial mark added by the collateral princes. Therefore, the young lady wearing the veil should be Princess Aleshia..."
"Huh?" Tom was stunned for a moment.
Roy was also shocked by his guess.
Mr. Big Head, do I like the princess?
This is not someone who can be easily knocked down and dragged into the grass...
"Where are the other cars?" Tom asked curiously.
"The second carriage belongs to the Holy Church, and it doesn't have any special markings. However, according to the hierarchy of the Holy Church and the corresponding ceremonial guards, the person sitting in it should be a regional bishop."
"The third carriage is the mark of the Viscount Wenger family. You know, Lord Rice has been studying with Yakin, the first knight under Viscount Wenger in recent years. The knight who came back with him today is the Wenger family.
His eldest son, Matthew. Therefore, in that carriage, there should be the wife of the Wenger family."
"As for the last two carriages, they should be accompanied by personal maids and housekeepers. After all, noble ladies and ladies must be attended by someone wherever they go. Rough knights and soldiers cannot do this.
Something about..."
In a few words, Roy explained clearly the origins of the nobles that people had speculated about.
Tom listened with his eyes wide open, and made tsk-tsk sounds from time to time.
Tom has never doubted Roy's judgment. He knew that his good friend was born with such an ability. Those coats of arms that seemed dazzling to ordinary people and could not tell their origins were simple in his eyes.
But, it’s not really that difficult at all.
Sometimes, Tom thought, how stupid those guys must be to think Roy was a fool.
Thinking about it this way, Tom felt that he was quite smart, and he felt happy.
After lying on the grass for a while, the boys sat by the river again, took off their shoes and soaked their feet, throwing stones from the bank into the river and bragging. The fat dog Oliver lay lazily by the river.
, dipped its tail into the water, and looked back from time to time.
Tom was obviously still in a state of excitement, with his face full of freckles flushed with excitement. He kept chattering and talking about the fight just now, reliving it over and over again. The fist he punched Huck was so exciting.
He performed the legend of the great heroic paladin Tom who defeated the evil dragon.
Roy held his big head and looked at the river, his mind filled with thoughts of the veil being blown up by the wind.
The relaxing and happy morning passed quickly, and it wasn't until the two boys were about to break up that Tom realized something was wrong with Roy.
He stayed with Roy in a daze for a while, sighed, and put his hand on Roy's shoulder with a frown: "Man, I saved some money here, how about..."
Roy turned his head and looked at Tom who was hesitant to speak with a confused expression.
Tom gritted his teeth and risked his life: "I'll take you to Flower Street. I heard that an elf came there, and it hasn't been bloomed yet... Just stop thinking about Princess Aleshia, okay?"
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hands.
In the palm of his hand, there were two Jin Lulang who were already sweating.
Roy punched the blacksmith's son on the chest.
Although he knew very well that if he took these two Jin Lulang and swaggered into a brothel to act as uncle's elf, the only outcome would be to be beaten out with a stick. But he knew better that the amount of money Tom earned from his father every month
The money is not much more than that of working in the lord's mansion. This money has been saved by him since childhood.
Two Jinlulangs, let alone a fifteen or sixteen year old child, are a lot of money for an ordinary civilian family.
"You are insulting me, you know, kid!" Roy jumped up, kicked Tom, knocked the freckled boy to the ground, and then jumped on Tom together with the fat dog Oliver who rushed over.
"I was wrong, man. Don't scratch it. Hahahaha..."
"I'll beat you up..."
"Oliver, don't pull your trousers, they're about to fall off. Bitch, don't run away, give me your trousers..."
"Oliver, run! Let him go back naked!"
The river flowed loudly, rippling in the warm sunshine.
The sounds of teenagers playing, laughing, and dogs barking, accompanied by the melodious bells of city churches, echoed far away with the gentle breeze.
After breaking up with Tom, Roy led Oliver towards his home in the woods northeast of the town.
Today is his day off. The Baroness had told him as early as last night to saddle up the horses for the knights and he could go home.
Therefore, when Andrew used his laziness as an excuse to provoke, Roy didn't bother to refute, let alone put a small nail under Andrew's feet.
The whole town knew what had happened, and it was impossible to hide it from the Baroness.
Once asked, Roy could fully imagine how furious the Baroness would be when she heard Andrew tell this reason so confidently.
In Lord Borabel's Mansion, the internal affairs are completely under the control of the Baroness. Not to mention a servant who has not yet become a knight, even those knights who are highly respected are not qualified to interfere in the affairs managed by the Baroness!
Besides, with Madam’s shrewdness, how could she not guess Andrew’s plan?
Thinking of the suffering that Andrew will suffer next, Big Brain feels happy. This little bastard who has lived among foreign races since he was a child has no moral burden at all for his enemies to suffer.
How much enlightenment can you ask a guy who has been more violent than a dwarf and more revengeful than an elf since childhood?
When walking along the wheat field to the edge of the woods, there was a slight sound in the grass. Roy judged it as soon as his ears moved and said quickly to Oliver.
"Rabbit...Oliver, enter!"
Before he finished speaking, the fat dog Oliver had already jumped out like a bolt of lightning.
I only saw a figure in the grass breaking through the waves, making a rapid rustling sound. A moment later, Oliver's fat figure jumped up in the grass, and when he fell down again, there was no sound.
Roy waited and couldn't see Oliver coming back. He seemed to remember something and his expression suddenly changed.
In a hurry, he bowed his body and shot out like an arrow.
At this moment, Roy's whole person completely changed. His seemingly thin body was as strong as a strong cheetah. And his running speed was even faster than a galloping horse!
If anyone were around at this time, they would never believe that this boy who looked like a humanoid monster was actually the stupid little confused boy in the city!
In just a blink of an eye, Roy arrived at the grass where Oliver was. He separated the grass in front of him and took a look. Damn it, sure enough.
The fat dog Oliver was holding a rabbit by the neck and couldn't help twitching. He glanced sideways and saw Roy reaching out to catch him, so he quickly ran away with the rabbit in his mouth, changed places, and started twitching again.
After kicking Oliver away, Roy rescued the rabbit who was almost raped.
"Son of a bitch." Big Head nodded Oliver's head with his hand, cursed a curse word that was not considered insulting to a fat dog, picked up the rabbit in his hand, and walked towards the cabin deep in the jungle.
As soon as Oliver stood up and stood up, he seemed to have completely forgotten what had just happened, and followed Roy's feet, trotting all the way with his head held high and his chest held high.
He looked arrogant and reserved, with no shame at all.