The Wizard World: 032 Phillip 1

Wait until the horse thief is finished. The three rescued people rushed forward. A knight shouted before he approached. "Here is the drive of Count Philip, son of the Marquis of Rudin Syrias!"

The young man behind was hurriedly tidying up his messy clothes. Seems to attach great importance to his image.

The Baron's face went blank, and he hurried forward, bowing slightly. "Count Philip, the southern border leader Baron Kellio welcomes you." Angelle also bowed with a smile, paying tribute.

The rest of the soldiers were Counts, and they all whispered. Seeing that the two leaders were saluting, the soldiers saluted their salute. Some kneel on one knee, some just bend over, and some nondescript sword-drawing gestures.

The Baron couldn't help hearing a voice when he heard the movement of the soldiers behind him. Angele could not laugh or cry.

"As the crisis approached, there was the rescue of His Excellency Kellio. I took note of this time." Philip, the young man in the Chinese clothing, ignored the soldiers' movements and went straight forward. His voice was clear, and it sounded a lot like those little white-faced singers on Earth in the past. Very magnetic.

The baron stood up with a sincere expression. "Lord Earl, the journey is long, and the car and horse are full of trouble. I don't know which way you are going?"

Earl Philip and the two knight guards stared. Hesitated slightly. "We are going to the port of Maluya. The governor there is my father's life and death brother. This war, we are also going to go to him." Philip smiled. There was a touch of alienation in the tone without losing the feeling of closeness. Knowing that Kellio was just a baron and looked respectful and polite, he should have asked for him, so naturally the pride of his rank was looming.

"So Lord Earl may have a place now. If not, why not join my convoy and go to the port of Maluya." The baron was happy, but his face was still.

Philip also had this intention, and his expression was moving.

A young knight whispered something in his ear, and he nodded slightly. "Well, I was going to return to my father's team, but since the baron was kindly invited, I will join your team."

"This idiot!" Angele was speechless. "If you can go back to your dad's team, who would be willing to join a small aristocratic team with unclear intentions? Not even making excuses. Obviously, this Philip was separated from his father's team. It should have been big The horse thief attack led to dispersal. "Angele fell on the two fancy knights. "Just two male peacocks." He commented directly.

The Baron accompanied the three of them to the team, and everyone on the carriage came down to salute. Philip didn't say much, just nodded casually.

Angele frowned slightly. Watching the baron and the three discuss each other's relationships in the Kingdom of Rudin, the relationship became more and more familiar, and within a few moments, several people found common ground from several nobles who were all known. Philip's carriage was also near the convoy and joined the queue.

Angel was on the side with Captain Mark, and his qualifications were not allowed to participate in such conversations. Can only listen on one side. After chatting for a while, Philip yawned slightly. "My Excellency Kyle, I am a bit sleepy, so I will go back to rest first."

"Okay, with us guarding, Lord Earl please rest assured." The baron smiled.

Philip nodded slightly. Followed by a knight, returned to his own carriage. The other knight whispered a few words to the baron.

"I see, please wait a moment." The baron nodded. The knight walked towards the carriage with satisfaction.

Angel heard it clearly on one side. The other party is asking if they have enough water and food.

Wait for the three to leave. He just said. "Father, although our drinking water is only replenished, it is only enough for us to use it for about a month, and we must save as much as possible, and the food is not much ..."

The baron raised his hand to stop him. "We saved this Count Philip this time and got to the port of Maloya. The benefits we can get are far more difficult than this. Everyone save a little and try to supply enough water and food. The future will be better."

Angele frowned. "Who knows if what they said is true?"

"I've heard his title, and it is said to be one of the favorite sons of the Marquis of Syrias. There are two middle-level knight guards around him, which shows the importance he attaches to him," explained the baron.

"The two are not like Cavaliers ...." Angell wondered.

The baron smiled. "They use the so-called palace swordsmanship. The main purpose is to watch. Most of the time, they are drilled to the upper nobles. The surface looks good, and after many years of degradation, the combat performance has long been vulnerable. And their knight class strength It is estimated that they are also piled up through various cherished resources. The two knights are likely to have unusual backgrounds.

"Is that so?" Anglia thoughtfully.

The baron patted Angele's shoulder. "Everyone can accommodate those three people. Thanks to those horse thieves, our horses can be constantly replaced, and the speed of continuous advancement is greatly increased. It is estimated that there will be two months to reach the border and enter the Andean territory. It doesn't take too long.

Angele nodded. Stop talking.

The two guards walked to the earl's carriage with food and water bags. Passed things up.

Other soldiers gathered horses and horses from their dead owners. To use as a spare car.

Angel went to the horse thief he shot and checked the wooden arrows. Most of them broke and could not be used. None of these horse thieves carried bows and arrows. He frowned and stood up. Holding a cracked brown wooden arrow in his hand. With a little force, the wooden arrow clicked for two short strokes.

"It's really troublesome." Angle showed helplessness on his face. "The wooden arrows are starting to decrease."

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Three days later ..... somewhere in the middle of Anser Steppe.

The gray drizzle tilted with the wind.

On the endless green meadow, a small horse fleet is slowly moving forward. Four black carriages lined up. The second carriage in the middle looks much more gorgeous than the other carriages.

In the carriage of the first carriage. A quiet-looking brown-haired boy was chewing something carefully. He was holding a bunch of fuchsia wild raspberries. The appearance of the teenager is not handsome, but his eyes are calm and calm, giving people an unusually calm and reliable feeling. A black hunting suit is clean and capable. This man is Angle who is trying to recover his body these days.

Reach out a fuchsia raspberry and put it in your mouth. Angler was also slightly sour. But forbeared it down. On the small table next to him was a black water pouch with a bunch of purple-red raspberries beside it. Angele went on eating raspberries one by one, and from time to time he turned to look at the grassland outside the car window. After more than ten minutes, all the raspberries on the hand and the table were eaten. Angelle took the water pouch and took a sigh.

The curtain of the car was lifted from the outside. A middle-aged man with long flax hair bent over and walked in. He has a beard and is dressed in black and red aristocratic clothing. It was Baron Kellio. The baron frowned and whispered: "Angle, we may be in trouble. There is not much food and water now. It is only enough for everyone to consume for half a month."

Angel's face sank. "Calculate carefully. There are indeed three more people. It's really troublesome. Father, what are you going to do?"

"If you can't, just kill the horse." The baron resigned. "Any horse with four horse thieves was seized anyway."

"This is a last resort," Anglo whispered. "Horse is sour, and it smells bad and rough. Except when hungry, no one likes to eat that."

The baron was silent, pondering if there was any other way.

"Yesterday, I saw that the Earl poured a bucket of water from the carriage. It should be used for bathing. There were also a lot of white bread and broth delivered to the roadside. I just poured it down the road. Going on, no more water and food would be enough for them. "Angele said helplessly.

"If you don't take good care of that, maybe your kindness will turn into resentment. This is also no way." The baron smiled bitterly. "Three spoiled children, I was still looking for me to wipe the weapons and armor with oil. Now we are running out of oil. They even want to wipe the equipment!"

"Forget it, just bear with me. Father, you better talk to them, or else go on like this, within five days, the team's food will be wasted." Anglige reminded.

"Well, I'll speak to them in person." The baron nodded.

The baron got up, opened the curtain, and walked out of the compartment. Angell also sighed, took the water pouch and shook, only half of it was left. He also got up and jumped off the carriage and walked back.

On the last carriage, Captain Mark is driving his horse listlessly. Seeing Angliat come over, she barely smiled.

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