Uriel noticed York was looking at him and couldn't help but take a step back. "Let's go." He said angrily. "Follow the market and turn right at the end to the South City."

"Let's go and pull out the gangsters who are hiding in Bonfire Town." So why did we come to Venewards for?

"I've only been to Bonfire Town twice." York inserted his sword back into the sheath, and his pace was brisk and quick when he went out. "It was much colder than Venewards, and even the mysterious man had to wear fur. I know where the cloak is the strongest, and it never appeared in the market."

It seemed as if I would cut him with my sword if I stopped him again. Uriel was already feeling a little cold because of the consumption of magic: "Hurry up! I hope I can rush back to the city in the afternoon. Do you think my tutor will scold me?"

"He may or may not." The mercenary smiled gloatingly, "In fact, I think the messenger's temper is good enough."

"How do you say this?"

"Ez told me that when he was still working at Chloita, he scolded the clumsy plant apprentices from morning to night. Once he found that someone actually used real pebbles to replace the Sunshine Jade, so Ez gave the other party a flower pot and told him when the stone bloomed and he could graduate." York laughed as he said.

The road to Bonfire Town is much easier than when entering the city. The cloak made of monster skin is expensive and warm, and the thick gloves of the city guards dare not come up to stop them. But these are not important. Uriel was worried about another very critical issue throughout the road.

"Are you sure it won't throw me down?"

The apprentice pulled the reins of the horse. He felt that he would roll under the hoofs with a slight lift. The hairy horse's hair was filled with a smell of sweat, and the use of the saddle buckle and belt was to give him psychological comfort.

"Driving a mount is the instinct of a warrior." The mercenary rode his horse in front, and endured it without accelerating in order to take care of the apprentice's feelings. He pulled it from time to time to make the horse neigh. "Since you are already in the ring level, you can definitely do it."

“Who gave me time to practice?”

"Instinct doesn't require practice, just like babies don't need others to demonstrate when sucking." York said naturally. He even loosened the reins while running and stood on the saddle like a skill. "That's how hard it is."

Uriel was stunned. "Why didn't it throw you off?"

"The trained mount is very gentle, and it will obey orders honestly. As long as you are not afraid."

"This is not a matter of fear!"

"Okay, there's nothing to be ashamed of. I haven't even seen this animal before leaving the Swift Pool. As a result, as soon as I rode on it, I knew how to make the horse obedient. This is the convenience of my profession."

"Isn't it okay if it's not a warrior?"

"That depends on luck. As far as I know, most warrior professions are like this."

Like charge, mysterious indoctrination saves years of accumulation. Ulier vaguely realizes that the abilities related to fire are provided by laws, and controlling mounts is like Joey controlling ice and snow. Who knows how magic is done... No, there is still a difference, the skill is not magic.

He raised his body a little, and the cold wind that came towards him failed to lift his cloak. Uriel clamped the horse, and at this moment he suddenly didn't regret leaving Venices with Joey on his back.

...

The dwarf was almost blown away by the airflow, and he shouted in anger: "I haven't encountered any good things recently!"

"What do you think is a good thing?" His companion grabbed him and avoided the flashing blade light that followed.

They are now as familiar with the Paladin's techniques as the other party. If you have to say that there is no inferiority, there is only the result of magic accumulation. The suppression of mystery makes people unpleasant, even these knights are just new to the ranks. After all, there are many ordinary people at the apprentice level.

Paint hadn't noticed it when the white team formed, but now facing a bunch of iron-shelled knights in the ring level, the big-nose dwarf wanted to change the hammer in his hand to an axe.

"Let's withdraw first! York and your friends are definitely not in the bar." Kexi ordered.

The war on the streets was in a state of anxiety, but in fact, the mercenaries were struggling to resist the sacred magic that kept flying over, and it was not yet time for close troops to join forces. The adventurers were undoubtedly good at mysterious creatures, but they were still far behind the Iron Cavalry that had traveled to Pinia Io by the Glorious Council.

The naughty child was really worried. Paint looked at the galloping silver armored knight, turned his head and got into the alley with the adventurers. Only the sharp and long neighing horses were left behind.

...

Uriel turned over and jumped off the horse, his movements were already very regular. The mount turned his head and topped him, steaming all over his body. The apprentice touched its strong spine, and the thick gloves were stained with sweat.

"I like it." The apprentice could not help but hear his excitement.

"I can see this." York was also skillful. The two men led the horses behind him, and the voices of the town began to come. "Bonfire Town is the border. Although few enemies will rush out of the Morris Mountains, as part of the Eternal Green Vein, its importance is equivalent to the last pass in front of the Venewards gate."

"Now it shouldn't be." Uriel means Valley of Sleeping.

"Borrow your light."

“Your bagpipe is also blowing well.”

The young mercenary waved his hands and showed a proud look. "There is a special concert school in Siye City. When I came to them to listen, I sat at the first table at the door of the classroom, wearing leather armor and hats. Whenever someone came in to class, I thought I was a newly purchased large doll."

"And you'll jump up and startle them?"

"That's too naive, and the most boring kids don't do that. There are better options - such as cutting open bags with daggers while they close their eyes and indulge in the music, and then watching the people all over the room look for prisoners. They might start fighting after a while."

The apprentice almost couldn't get up, "I just want to know how much you paid?"

"You have to believe that magic is of great use at this time."

"Is it used to escape?"

York laughed. "So in the end I taught myself."

There is a ditch in front of the town, with water gurgling down, and wooden boards are placed on both sides of the bank. The colorful cloth curtains are crowded, and there are countless cloths, wines, porcelains, gems, and stone sculptures in the street pavilions. Salt, spices, and even seafood are not fresh, let alone smooth fur and velvet blankets.

Urial even smelled the smell of fresh walnuts in the air. The sycamore trees were straight and thick, and cornflowers and gold cups were filled in the flower beds; the white walls were covered with red spires, and the square towers and bridge arches were tall and magnificent. Several mailboxes in front of the door were painted goose yellow or pink, wrapped in tender green heart-shaped leaves.

In the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and a flock of doves fell from the flat brick floor of the square, and the flapping sound of flapping its wings penetrated the noise. These petite birds looked much more adorable than the rooks and big tits that should have appeared at the foot of the snow-capped mountains. And this is not the strangest thing-

The most absurd and funny farce is when you enter the two streets of the town: the quiet and wide waterway runs through the town, and the purple boats and long boats slowly float. The slender and light dragon bones are full of ancient legends and string songs.

The two of them stepped on the gravel in front of the town and exchanged glances in surprise.
Chapter completed!