Sintra.

The air was cold and two dark clouds were hanging in the sky.

A man dressed in a coarse linen, dressed in a sailor, walked through the winding alleys and entered the noisy market, and stopped in front of various free stalls from time to time.

He walked to the stall where the cattle and sheep were surrounded by white radish, pretended to chew on it, his eyes turned towards the bustling crowd, and his ears quietly erected.

The squinting livestock dealer took a breath of his pipe, "It's very strange today. The soldiers on the street stared at each eye like copper bells, just like passers-by were all robbers. Even if the Winter Solstice Festival is coming, it's not enough to do this, right? Could it be that there are another group of foreign envoys coming to Sintra?"

"Speak quietly..." The fish vendor next to him made a gesture of silence and smiled mysteriously, "Don't be heard by someone!"

"Who?"

"Idiot, move your pig's brain! Since the movement came from the south, some tragedy and bad species have appeared in our great motherland - we dare not really compete with the Sintra Warriors, and prefer to play conspiracies and tricks. We should have cleaned them up long ago! Tie them on the gallows!"

"Today, His Majesty, the wise and powerful Majesty East finally made the right decision!"

...

"Click!"

The sailor stuffed the last piece of crispy radish into his mouth, wiped his sweaty hands with the corner of his clothes, quickly left the market, and walked towards the city gate.

Teams of fully armed soldiers patrolled the streets. If they met someone with different accents than the local ones, they stopped to question them. In just a few hundred meters, the sailors passed by several waves of soldiers and witnessed with their own eyes a sneaky man in a cloak, a white hat on his head and gold-rimmed glasses between his nose. The businessman with Sail accent was taken away.

"Bah!" The sailor cursed in his heart and turned his eyes to the city gate.

A luxurious black carriage parked at the city gate. The Sintra royal badge with three lions on the blue bottom was embedded on one side. A group of knights surrounded the carriage, wearing solid and shiny plate armor, with strong and powerful figures, and sharp eyes like eagles.

Through the curtains decorated with golden spots of carriage, he vaguely saw a majestic side face, with a very royal demeanor, just like a side image on currency.

The defense of the city gate at the side of the carriage was much stronger than before. The original five guards were replaced by fifteen, and the number of stone crossbowmen on the battlements above increased several times.

Every citizen entering and leaving the city gate was subjected to a severe investigation.

If something is wrong, a bunch of weapons will be held onto your neck and taken back to prison.

A trace of thought flashed in the sailor's dark eyes, rubbed his chin, and quickly drilled under the eaves on both sides of the street.

After passing a dark and cramped alley, he came to a dilapidated two-story western-style building in the south of Sintra City.

Just as I was about to step onto the stairs, I went home and hid for a while.

The noise in the distance made him feel terrified.

Three soldiers wearing chain mail and long swords were whispering something to an old man with a felt hat with a rough face. The old man's rough big hands were sporting vividly in front of him, obviously describing a person's height and appearance.

As soon as the sailor showed his head, a soldier standing on the second floor instantly locked his figure with sharp eyes.

"He's there! Chase me!"

In an instant, three soldiers rushed down the stairs like wolves and tigers and chased after them.

The latter's face changed drastically. Without saying a word, he crawled into the alley entrance, stepped on the dirty ground and garbage dump, and ran wildly.

A fierce shout came from behind.

It's like poking a bunch of hornets.

He had no chance to hide at all!

The soldiers patrolling along the street heard the greeting and joined the pursuit team one by one, yelling at him and chasing relentlessly.

"Stop it!"

"I hope you will get malaria if you kill a spy!"

The man's chest was rising and falling rapidly, hiding from the east and west, panting, running with sweat, and barely fleeing to the port of Sintra.

"Swoosh-"

A crossbow arrow fell to his feet, and a hole broke on the ground, and a broken arrow streaked across his thighs, blood flowing.

The guards of the port rushed over, and the waving steel sword reflected a bright white light.

A hint of panic flashed in the sailor's eyes, and he looked around. On the harbor, the arrogant masts swayed in the strong wind, and there was no sunshine in the dim sky.

There are pursuers behind them and there is almost no way out. The only way out is the vast sea at the port.

He gritted his teeth suddenly, and a trace of determination appeared on his pale cheeks.

"Great Sun Wheel Bless!"

The man accelerated towards the port and jumped suddenly.

"Plop!"

A series of bubbles appeared on the sea.

All the sounds disappeared!

The cold sea water slid across his thighs, waist, chest, and cheeks, completely swallowing him.

...

"Crazy..."

A face emerged from the water.

The mirror in front of the washstand reflects a pair of pupils intertwined with dark gold and silver gray, and a bright nose bridge.

The towel wiped the water droplets on his face, and a smile appeared on the corner of Roy's mouth.

Another beautiful face emerged from behind his shoulders, Rita Nied's chin was stuck on his shoulders, and his cheek was pressed against his face.

Fill his waist from behind.

A smile on his red lips, and his hair brushed across the witch hunter's cheeks, emitting a rich rose fragrance.

"Go to Gaowen's house?" She laughed and twisted her body against him like a little girl.

"Well, Ms. Evelyn should almost cap the greenhouse today... Maybe I have to help her." Roy sideways slightly, feeling the softness behind her.

"A master of witch hunting actually changed his career to a farmer..."

"Who told the whole brotherhood to be the most idle?" he smiled self-deprecatingly.

Over the past month, Roy has become a construction worker and spent most of his time at Gowen House, assisting Resor, Evelyn, several agricultural apprentices and alchemists to build greenhouses and reservoirs and reclaim wastelands.

The two acres of land were finally initially renovated according to the Druid's plan.

Occasionally he also made a guest appearance as a teacher and told thirty newcomers some short stories about life philosophy.

"What do you think of the druid master after spending a month together?" the woman asked curiously, applying a cool cream to the man's cheek with both hands.

"To be honest, Evelyn doesn't look like a woman... Coral, can you stop placing these slippery things on my face?" Roy turned his face uncomfortable, with a full recovery skill, his skin is naturally smoother and tenderer than most women.

"No! You have to learn how to maintain your health when you are young, but it's too late when you are old. Think about your brothers, all of whom are so rough that they can sharpen their knives."

The witch hunter rolled his eyes in his heart, and had no choice but to give up arguing with the sorcerer.

"Evelyn." The woman reminded with satisfaction.

"She is more determined than most men, and she is hard-working, energetic and strong. She doesn't seem to be very interested in other things except for topics related to animals and plants. The two sluts of Ox Lambert suffered a lot in her."

This month, two overly enthusiastic witch hunters tried many times to ask Ms. Evelyn out for a drink after work.

As a result, she was turned away by the other party in a natural way. In the end, she was so upset that she used the druid's ancestral stick technique to teach the two men a lesson, and posted notices specifically at her residence - Oaks and Lambert are forbidden to get close.

Another thing came to Roy's mind - Evelyn would occasionally squat at the door of the yard of Gowen House to look quietly, and should have accepted Carranser's commission to help inspect the school.

If you pass the inspection, Xili will be able to travel for a few days.

"Don't mention those two fools who are on the brain, you have to keep a distance from her anyway, do you understand!" The sorcerer's cold and soft little hands began to apply the second cream to his face again.

"I understand, my lady." Roy grinned his teeth

"Okay, don't just be busy farming, bring these good things over and hand them over to those little guys who can't wait."

"Prodrug?" Roy took a row of small and delicate glass tubes, and mysterious and beautiful translucent liquid rippled in it.

"Well, Kalkstein and I stayed for several months before we developed it... After the four children finished their twelve 'treatment courses', we should go to the next step."

Roy was cheered up.

Finally, is the large-scale green grass trial coming?

"Also, remember to come back with a mutant, the laboratory's reserves have been exhausted... Repair the Heart of the Gargoyle, and the mutant conversion solution is still waiting."

"Thank you for your hard work, my coral!"

"Drink honey today?" Rita chuckled, a hint of relief flashing in her blue eyes, and hugged him and gave him a fragrant kiss. "Perform well, maybe we can try it in the tree hole next time."

What the hell is a tree hole?

He would rather choose the slanting roof of the house where the stars and the moon shine on, the wind intoxicates the terrace in the morning, and the canoe that is bumpy on the sea...

...

Return to Gaowen's House.

After getting the pre-drug, Monty, Arkham, Chanem, Lloyd happily showed off to the seven newcomers for a long time, and couldn't wait to accept it. Then, she rolled on the ground like an epilepsy and foamed at the mouth.

All this is left to the end of Maojiu.
To be continued...