The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

A half-match-sized worm hid in the trunk of a lemon tree and just entered hibernation. Its body was wrapped in a cocoon made of silk it spit.

It will wake up in early April next year, and after feasting in the trunk, it will begin to pupate in late April, and begin to emerge in early May. The whole summer is their most active season.

Little insects in hibernation didn't know that a huge wall of fire 20 cm thick was forming next to the lemon tree, slowly advancing towards the lemon tree, and finally passing through the entire lemon tree.

Mafia walked to the tree and stretched out her hand and pressed it on the trunk, mentally scanning the lemon tree that had just been burned.

After a while, she turned to Charles who was beside her and said, "Very well, the bugs are scorched, the tree is fine."

Charles breathed a sigh of relief, the magic was not easy just now.

Maffia walked up to Charles, took out a handkerchief to help him wipe the sweat from his forehead, then patted his head, and said a little dotingly: "What a smart child, you have already started, Then it depends on your own efforts.”

"I am leaving."

Mafia waved at Charles, then turned and left the land, leaving behind a dashing figure.

Charles sent Mafia away with a smile, without saying anything polite.

In the past 20 days, Charles has seen the strange side of Maffia. She was sometimes a kind old man, sometimes a learned scholar, but nothing to Charles.

But from time to time, she suddenly became petulant like a little girl, or suddenly became cold and ruthless, and even came to read bedtime stories and sing lullabies to Charles a few nights, which made Charles a little at a loss.

So much so that Charles suspects that Mafia actually has a split personality or something.

Looking at the lemon orchard in front of him, Charles stretched his back. Now he has basically mastered specialized magic, but he can only exterminate fruit trees.

His next job is to eliminate parasites from his fruit trees, while practicing specialization magic.

Recalling the process of casting the spell just now, Charles turned around and chose the law of "targeting animals" in a mysterious state, and then gave the law to the water element and fire element controlled by his own spiritual power, and then these magic The elements make up a composite magic that combines the two elements.

Hot Spring Art—a magic invented by elves in order to take a hot bath on the battlefield. By adjusting the ratio of water element and fire element, hot water with different temperatures can be obtained.

This magic can enable the user to achieve the effect of taking a hot bath, wash away the dirt on the body, and even the body does not need to be wiped after the water element is released, and can even wash with clothes on, by the way.

A wall of high-temperature hot water rushed towards the lemon trees like a tsunami. The trees passed by were safe, but all the parasites in the trees were scalded to death.

Finally, the wall of water dissipated, and Charles was too tired to find a clean place on the ground to sit down and rest.

After recovering for a while, he then tried to give the law to those simple magics.

Charles did not leave the orchard until dusk fell, and he planned to stay here for a few more days to get acquainted.

Before returning to the castle, Charles found that Mafia's tomb was crowded with villagers, and these villagers were playing enthusiastically and cheerfully.

Charles squeezed into the crowd and saw a girl in a red dress dancing fiercely, even a little crazy, without pause in front of Mafia's grave.

The girl has a well-proportioned figure and wears a mask made of feathers on her face. Under her dance steps, the flying red hair and long skirt are as fiery as flames.

Charles asked the old man who was clapping his hands happily: "Who is this girl?"

"Ah, new master!" Only then did the old man realize that Charles was standing beside him.

During this time, Charles and the villagers got to know each other well, and everyone knew that this young master was very talkative.

The old man said to Charles, "Miss Tarantula is the granddaughter of the old master."

"Granddaughter?!" Charles was surprised, this age is a bit inappropriate.

The old man explained: "That year, Miss Tarantula's mother died of illness not long after she gave birth to her. The old master adopted her."

Charles looked at the lively onlookers and the dancing Tarantula, thinking that this family has a story.

After half an hour like this, Tarantula stopped dancing and then greeted the applauding villagers.

Tarantula saw Charles, then walked up to him, raised her skirt with both hands, and said to him, "Are you the new owner of this place, Earl McGarden?"

Charles was surprised that Tarantula danced for so long, but she was out of breath and didn't look like she was sweating. He smiled and said, "Yes, it's an honor to meet you, Miss Tarantula."

"Although Mafia is gone, you can still treat this place as your home."

The cherry mouth under Tarantula's feather mask slightly bent, bowed towards Charles, and said, "Thank you for your kindness."

Seeing that it was getting late, Charles invited Tarantula back to the castle for dinner, and Tarantula readily agreed.

Cesare was not too surprised by the appearance of Tarantula. Charles asked the old butler to prepare Tarantula's favorite dishes at dinner.

As a result, the dishes at dinner were the same as usual, except that there was an extra lemon curd.

Tarantula raised his glass, "Salute to you."

Charles raised his glass in return.

The wine in the glass is a local specialty. The brewing method is different from other places, and it has a unique flavor.

At this time, Charles found that Tarantula had been wearing a feather mask, and silk long-sleeved gloves on both hands. The collar of the clothes also covered his neck tightly, and only his eyes and mouth were exposed.

But he didn't care about it. It's someone else's business what other people like to wear. He still wore a mask all day.

Dinner was spent in Tarantula and Charles talking about the local customs.

Tarantula seems to like the lemon curd produced here, and the bread slices in front of her are eaten as jam sandwiches~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After eating dessert finger biscuits and tea, Charles asks : "Miss Tarantula, are you in the **** industry now?"

Charles felt a frown under Tarantula's mask, but she didn't care too much about it, her public identity was no secret.

Tarantula asked, "Is there anything the Count wants to do?"

"I can give you a favorable price."

"I just wanted to inquire about one thing," Charles said, and then he told Tarantula about the feather fan and the necklace.

"Sorry, I can't disclose the client's information to you." Tarantula's answer did not surprise Charles.

"But..." Tarantula stretched her tone, "If you can get me something, I might talk nonsense because of drinking too much."

Charles saw that there was a play, so he asked, "What do you want?"

He has a heart in this regard. First, he is not short of money, and secondly, he has enough network. Some things that are rare to others are not out of reach for him.

I saw Tarantula solemnly say to Charles, "I want a pair of unwashed pumpkin pants that Arturia Pendragon has worn."

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