Bai En woke up the next day and felt as if a horse had kicked his head, maybe kicking several feet. Maybe there was, he thought, especially considering that he hardly remembered this at all; so he began to check his face for bruising, but found nothing. He looked around the room and found that the floor was just rammed soil, no planks or masonry. The mattress was covered with straw, and someone covered him with a thick quilt. Presumably, last night, he drooled on the pillow, and there was obviously a small wet spot on his head. At least, he hoped it was just saliva.

He stood up, wondering if he really had a wrestling match with Snowy-thorns the night before. It's not that he was afraid to fight the dwarves, but Bai En understood that in wrestling, the low chassis is a very advantageous thing. He seemed to vaguely remember such a thing, maybe it was just what he dreamed of in his dream. But he felt that his limbs had been twisted so badly that he would guess whether he had made such a stupid move. Maybe he really did.

This is the worst place for alcoholism. You can't fully remember what you said, who you insulted, and whom you challenged stupidly. You just acted crazy. At that moment, he wondered whether alcohol was really a gift from the evil dark gods, with the purpose of driving people crazy, as some cults in the world who deliberately tempered themselves declared. But now he doesn't care. He only knew that he never wanted to drink again.

Then someone knocked on the door. Bai En grabbed the sword, walked to the door and opened the door, and blinked in the dazzling sunlight.

"It's amazing," Angelica said in a greeting. "I didn't expect you to stand up. You drank so much vodka last night, I thought it was impossible."

"It's really impressive, isn't it?" Bai En said a little angrily.

"Everyone was deeply impressed. By the way, especially as you climbed up to the airship tower while reciting a poem."

"What did I do?" Bai En asked in surprise.

"I was just kidding. I just climbed to the top of the tower and shouted something, but most people didn't understand it. What I only heard was: Today's Black Tower is thousands of miles away. When the wind suddenly blows The sky became dark. So I guess maybe it was poetry. But most people think you will fall and break your neck, but no— "

"I really climbed to the top of the tower?" Bai En ignored the stupid poem.

"Of course, don't you remember? You bet a gold coin with Snowry. You once planned to do it blindfolded, but Snowry thought it was an unfair advantage because you couldn't see the ground, nor Not so scared. It was after you wrestled with him and lost a silver coin. "

Bai En groaned painfully with his head covered. "What else have I done?"

"When we danced, you said I was the most beautiful woman you have ever seen."

"What? I'm sorry."

"Don't worry! You are flattering at this point."

Bai En feels that he is beginning to blush. Flattering beautiful women is one thing. It ’s another thing not to remember doing it.

"Is there anything else?"

"Is not enough done this night?" She said with a smile.

"I think so. It's crazy enough indeed." Bai En nodded and admitted.

"So are you ready to go horse riding?"

"Ok?"

"You told me that you are an amazing rider. You promised to ride with me this morning. I am about to show you around the manor. You were very enthusiastic about this matter last night."

Bai En imagined that he was drunk and was chatting with this very beautiful woman. He suspected that if she offered to show his father's pigsty to him in a drunk state, he would also show considerable enthusiasm. Yes, it seems that the drunken Bai En is not only a bragging master, but also a passionate passion for the opposite sex.

In fact, he is convinced that he will be passionate about it under all circumstances except in this situation. His hangover made even Angelica Mogorova look less charming than returning to sleep.

"I look forward to seeing you riding on horseback. This should be a rather impressive sight."

"I may have exaggerated my riding." Bai En tried to decline the other party's invitation.

"So can you ride a horse?" Angelica asked, tilting her head.

"Uh-yes."

"Last night you told me that you rode as well as any Mrs. Casler." Angelica said with a hint of provocation.

Bai En moaned again. When he drinks vodka, did some devil control his tongue? What else did he say? Why did he drink so much?

"So are you ready?"

Bei En nodded. "Let me take a shower first."

He strode into the courtyard. Snowry was still lying on the table, his head buried in a wine barrel. Guerrerogen was gurgling next to the embers of a fire pit, still holding the axe in his hand, as if feeling comfortable. Bai En just glanced at it, and once again wondered if the axe had become a form of conjoint with him. Then he walked over to the pump, put his head under the pump, and started turning the pump's lever. The cold current hit his spine bones, making a harsh noise. He kept pumping water, hoping to drive away the hangover by putting more pain on himself.

Did he really say those words, or was Angelica Mogorova joking with him? He found it easy to believe that he had told her she was beautiful. In the past few days, he has thought enough. He also knew how easy it was to drool when he was drunk. Maybe he said those things about Heita.

On the other hand, it was almost impossible for him to climb up the airship tower without being drunk. This is a crazy reckless behavior. No, he was sure, it was impossible. She must be kidding.

At this time, there was a noise behind Bai En, like a dog with his head wrapped around. When Bai En turned around, he saw that Snory was taking his head out of the barrel. He looked at Bai En sleepily and said with a big tongue. "About the gold coin that Snowry owes you?"

"How," Bai En said anxiously.

"When we return from the evil ruins, Snowry will pay you back."

"This seems reasonable." Bai En nodded and hurried towards the stable.

Bai En leaned on the saddle and turned his head to eliminate the stiffness in his neck. He looked down from the top of the hill and saw the stream running through the rolling plains. There are some swamps on the ground, and bright birds fly around in the reeds. He seemed to see the frog playing in the water. Dragonflies flew across his face, as did other larger insects, but he didn't recognize them. Some insects have bright metallic carapace, which is more eye-catching than any insect he has seen before. He was thinking, maybe this is the evidence that is close to the waste here?

He looked at his companion and smiled, glad he finally chose to come here. At first, horse riding seemed to be a particularly elegant torture, and the movement of the horse caused a spasm in Bai En's stomach, which was uncomfortable with a hangover. He cursed the woman in his heart, cursed his mount, cursed the fresh air and the bright sun, and the order of cursing was roughly this.

However, movement and sunlight finally seemed to have a magic effect on him, sending his hangover back to a dark corner in his skull. He found that he began to be interested in the scenery, and even liked the speed on horseback, the wind blowing on his face, and the sun shining on his skin.

Angelica is very easy to ride on horses, just like being born on a saddle. She is a noble Kaslov, so of course she started riding horses when she could walk. After they set off, she didn't say a word, and seemed content to run down the vast and empty sky until they finally reached the hill, reached an agreement silently, and stopped.

Crossing the creek, and in the distance, the black mountains dared to the horizon, and their huge bodies seemed to be carved from the desolate earth. They looked desolate than anywhere he had been. There are no traces of snow on the rugged mountain peaks, but there is a trace of something else, like a thin film of oil, its color changes under the sunlight, shimmering with shimmer. The mountains are filled with an ominous and threatening atmosphere, suggesting that on the other side of the mountain is waste soil eroded by evil.

"What is that mountain pass?" Bai En asked, pointing at the huge rift to the north, the rift seemed to have been cut from the mountain wall by what giant axe.

"That's the black blood pass." Angelica said calmly. "This is one of the main routes out of the wasteland, and it is also why Shazan set this outpost here."

"Do evil forces often pass by here?" Bai En knew that Shazan was referring to the King of Kaslov, also known as the Tsar.

"You never know when they will come, or even who they will be. Sometimes they are giant riders wearing black plate armor. Sometimes they are orcs with animal heads and human weapons, but sometimes there are more Horrible distorted things. This seems illogical. Whether it is midsummer or severe winter is not important; they can come at any time. "

"I have never been able to understand how evil forces work. Maybe you should talk to Mr. Eisenheim-Schneider."

"Maybe, but I suspect that even Eisenheim's theory cannot explain it. The best way is to keep the weapon sharp and have someone at the beacon tower ready to fight."

"Beacon Tower?"

"Yeah, there is a beacon system that extends from the mountain pass. After being lit, all the villagers know to escape back to their village and lock the gate. In the house. "

"There is smoke during the day and fire at night," Bai En whispered.

"Yes."

"You live in a terrible land, Angelica."

"Yeah, but it is also beautiful, isn't it?"

He looked at her and the distant land and nodded. He noticed that the pupils in her eyes began to dilate and her lips opened slightly. She leaned slightly towards him. Bai En understood as soon as he saw the hint.

"Yes. And you are the same." His body leaned towards her. Hands folded, fingers interleaved, lips touched. It seemed as though there was a current passing through Bai En's body, almost as soon as it happened, it ended. Angelica broke free and strangled her horse.

"It's not too late. I want to race with you to see who comes back to the manor first." She said, suddenly turning her horse's head and running away. Bai En was frustrated, and then began to catch up.

Lake-Snake tongue sprinted along the top of the manned cabin. He has not been so happy for a long time. It was dark, except for the dwarves on the command deck, the remaining dwarf crew on the airship were almost asleep. Others are far below the airship, drinking, laughing, singing their stupid human songs.

There is a lot of food in the cargo compartment, so far there is no sign that someone noticed his presence. Now he starts to feel more relaxed ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ He can satisfy his curiosity, which is another characteristic of him that belongs to the rat. He walked around the airship, explored all the corners and cracks, and found something very interesting.

There is a soft curved metal tunnel leading to the big balloon above the head. It passed directly through the main body of the airbag and came to a small lookout on the top. This is a hatch leading to the top of the airbag. The whole thing is covered by a woven net, you can hold it tightly.

At the end of the airship is a room equipped with small aircraft, which helped to defeat the squads in the black tower battle of the old coal mine. There is a huge hatch and a **** that looks like it was designed to let the aircraft fly out.

If he has enough knowledge to fly this aircraft, he can steal it, and then return to the magic capital like a hero. In fact, the urge to hide behind the control of the aircraft, toggle the switch, and pull the lever is almost irresistible. He had considered this idea seriously-but in their last conversation, the prophet Tangul made the order very specific.

Without Tangul ’s explicit instructions, Luck could do nothing and touch nothing. The prophet's words are quite rude, implying that Luck is an idiot, and without Tangul's guidance, he is likely to do something that causes catastrophic errors. For Tangul, he is himself, and it doesn't matter. Luck finally decided to obey the order. After all, only a caster with the ability of Tangul can talk to Luck in this way.

He had to stand by and do nothing until he received the order. There is nothing else to do besides waiting.