Ride and Cut

When Li Cha went to find General Pinto, he saw Higuain outside the big tent.

To set up a tent, you need to drive wooden wedges into the ground to nail the drawstrings, which are used to stretch the cloth surface. Since the commander-in-chief's big tent occupies an extraordinarily wide area, is made of extraordinarily thick materials, and has an overhanging ceiling, the wooden wedges used are naturally extraordinarily thick, almost like a stake, which is more than enough for a person to sit on as a stool.

This pretty kid was sitting on a wooden wedge, resting his chin on one hand and looking into the distance, with a confused look on his face. Putting this kind of posture on others is definitely synonymous with hypocrisy and affectation. When you see it, you can't wait to be shackled and thrown into the mine, and the food will be halved for two months of hard work.

But the blessing brought by Higuain's face is no small matter.

He was confused, it was as if drizzle fell on the fields in early spring, in the haze of misty rain, people couldn't help but want to sigh along with it.

Li Cha was thinking about how to make him "raise his butt" - this guy was blocking the door of the tent. But before he could speak, Higuain nodded to him first:

"Master Richard, I salute you, you are a true brave man."

After all, he is still a child, and the lord's mind has not yet searched to the point of keeping accounts on suet. Frankly speaking, it is a bit embarrassing for Higuain to cry and howl in the face of undead dragons and ghosts, but it is rare to muster courage at a critical moment.

"You also performed very well, very brave." Li Cha reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"A person like me will never be able to become a real knight." Higuain held his chest, with a painful expression on his face, as if he had hemorrhoids.

The lord was almost bored by this line, "Young man, you must have confidence in yourself."

"No, it's just..." Higuain sighed, stood up and let the door open, "General Pinto is waiting for you,"

Li Cha has a good habit of never guessing what is going on in a kid's mind. He nodded to Higuain, opened the door curtain and bent down to get in.

As soon as he entered the tent, before he had time to see the furnishings clearly, a gust of hot air wafted towards his face with the scent of incense, which wiped away the cold air brought in by Li Cha from the outside.

As expected of the commander-in-chief, even if it is only a temporary residence, it is far more luxurious than most people imagine.

The ground was covered with a thick white wool carpet, and the velvet almost covered the feet when stepping on it. Before Li Cha came in, he didn't change his shoes on purpose, and there was a big black footprint on one foot. If calculated according to the cost, the loss caused by each step is at least several silver coins, which is enough for ordinary people to eat two big meals.

As for the precious wooden utensils inlaid with gold and silver, fine tassels and mural decorations around them, they are nothing more than that.

What really impressed Li Cha was that General Pinto actually brought a lot of maids with him during the march.

There are about a dozen people, all of them have beautiful faces and graceful figures. They are huddling together in a corner, boiling tea with a small stove, which is very pleasing to the eye.

Pinto, the commander-in-chief of Pompeii's army, and Seedorf, the commander-in-chief of the garrison of Winter City, are sitting side by side on the main seat. The two ex-enemies are now having a good time talking—or at least they seem to be having a good time.

Even the rest of the Stuarts were there, and Vera glanced up at Richard, and soon continued to lower her head and play with the teacup in her hand.

Thinking about it, Li Cha couldn't help feeling extremely sympathetic towards Pinto. What does it mean to knock out teeth, activate blood and swallow them in the stomach? That's it.

He was disgraced by Seedorf before he attacked the city. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was crushed in all directions, and rumors and rumors were flying around in private. Wind reviews are also very important to the general, how could Pinto not care about it, he probably has the heart to copy the guy himself and find Seedorf to change his life.

As a result, by mistake, the undead who had disappeared for hundreds of years reappeared, which directly led to the complete destruction of the entire defense of Winter City. And the only surviving commander of the garrison now came to the door by himself, talking about his worries and worries about the undead.

In this case, Pinto not only could not take the opportunity to vent his anger, but had to show indifference, even hospitality—otherwise it would appear even more unmannered and embarrassing.

"General Pinto." Li Cha rested his index finger on the brim of his helmet and gave an informal military salute.

"Look, our dragon slayer is here." Pinto was a depressed old man, which the lord had confirmed the first time he saw him.

His life will not die, and his body is even considered healthy, but there is no doubt that his vitality has completely left Pinto, because his heart has completely decayed.

Whether it's the splendid silks all over the body, the groups of beautiful maids or the extremely magnificent furnishings, although these enjoyments are luxurious and beautiful, they are already meaningless to a dejected old man.

"Master Richard, your feat last night is as impressive as your mount." Pinto said, "I have asked the artist to paint a picture as a souvenir, and it will definitely become a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation."

"It's just a fluke." Li Cha said the formula that he had thought up a long time ago: "Qiqiu is just a juvenile monster, and the time to exert its power is very limited. If it wasn't for the sudden thunderstorm that made the undead dragon at a loss, as long as we delay for a while, we will be helpless."

"It is indeed a rare thunderstorm that is rare in a hundred years." Seedorf showed a look of lingering fear on his face.

"Since you have won, you must have obtained a piece of Golden Dragon Crystal?" Pinto's eyes were full of longing that could not be concealed, almost crazy longing.

He was as old as a piece of dead bark covered in cobwebs, and it was difficult to find any freshness in this body. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that such strong and vivid emotions could still erupt.

Dragon crystal is the purest and clearest essence of a giant dragon, the essence of a dragon with a lifespan of five thousand years, omnipotence in heaven and earth, and no shortcomings in magic hand-to-hand combat.

Therefore, no matter the folks or the upper class, quite a few people firmly believe that this original power absorbed by human beings is the best tonic. It can greatly extend the lifespan, and even inherit the power and majesty of the dragon.

As for whether or not the dragon crystal has this function, at present the magic circle is still unable to give a rigorous argument, and the question related to the origin is always difficult and obscure. But there are always those who think it's at least worth a try.

Especially some groups who are in a hurry to go to the doctor - it is obvious that this is a living example.

"No." Li Cha's ability to open his eyes and tell lies has always been in place, "I wanted to find it too, but after I split my head, I didn't find anything. It's a pity."

"How is it possible!" Pinto's face twisted instantly, and he almost stood up suddenly. However, he probably realized that he had lost his composure, and he sat back down after leaving the chair for a while, with a calm expression on his face.