Chapter 132 Fanny Siss
Getting closer and closer to Fukin's position, Crown's eyes were fixed on his feet, trying not to make any loud noises.
Alan tiptoed and followed closely behind him.
Crown turned around and made a stop gesture, then he went around to the top of the hillside and activated his super vision to observe Fukin below through the gaps in the trees.
There were three wild boars, one big and two small, and it seemed that the variation was not big.
Licking his lips unconsciously, he pulled out three arrows from the quiver and put them on the bowstring.
Because of the obstruction of the trees, there was no angle to hit the fatal parts of three preys at the same time. His main target was the largest wild boar and any small one, and whether he could hit the other one was up to chance.
The wild boars dug up the ground, dug out tubers of plants from the soil and ate them.
Crown's eyes were fixed on the target, looking for the angle.
Only the bodies of two little wild boars were exposed. No, this time only the neck of the big wild boar was exposed. Wait a little longer. Maybe there was a lot of food over there and the wild boars had no intention of leaving. So Clown continued to wait patiently for an opportunity.
The big wild boar swallowed a piece of rhizome and walked forward, its head completely exposed to his sight, and the other small wild boar also had half of its head exposed.
Krahn didn't hesitate. After predicting the big wild boar's movement, he released the bowstring. Then he immediately took out another arrow and put it on the bow to shoot at the third piglet, which was not aimed at the fatal part.
The sunlight shines through the trees, leaving channels of light and leaving golden spots on the trees and the ground.
The arrow flew through the gap in the woods and headed to where it was going.
Of the three arrows that Crown shot for the first time, two arrows hit the head of a big wild boar and a small wild boar respectively. The bodies of the prey that were shot tilted and fell to the ground.
The other arrow didn't hit the lucky little wild boar at a good angle, and hit the buttocks of the lucky little wild boar. The arrow he shot again didn't hit the buttocks of the little wild boar at a good angle.
The little wild boar that was attacked jumped up and ran forward with a grunt.
"Alan, you take care of the two prey we shot first," Krahn pointed in the direction and then started running to chase the prey.
The feathers at the tail of the arrow he had just shot had been specially trimmed to make the feathers on both sides asymmetrical, so that the arrow would rotate after being shot out, causing a larger wound when hitting the prey.
There is a blood groove on the arrow. Even if the beast now has stronger vitality, it cannot run too far and will fall down due to excessive blood loss.
He ran very fast but his steps were very light.
"Two ends?" Alan opened his eyes wide and ran in the direction he pointed, and the branches he stepped on made crackling sounds.
. . . .
Six horses were galloping along the road. In the front was a heroic woman riding a brown horse. She had long platinum hair tied in a ponytail.
Her skin was a healthy tan, and her lips were tightly pursed, revealing two shallow dimples on her face. Her companions following closely behind were also two heroic women, and the other three horses followed them from a distance.
"Gee," the leading woman raised the whip anxiously and whipped her mount's butt. The brown horse was stimulated and its already extremely fast speed increased again.
A wild boar suddenly jumped out from the woods beside the road and was about to collide with the galloping horse.
The woman pulled out a square hammer from the horse's back and swung it hard, smashing the wild boar's skull that was about to hit the horse's belly into pieces. The wild boar's body was then knocked straight down.
She pulled the reins and raised the horse's head high.
"Be careful," her companion behind her issued a warning and reined in the Pegasus.
The three women looked at the wild boar with two arrows stuck in its ingot, looked into the woods vigilantly, and shouted, "Who's there?"
Crown came out of the woods, his hands raised and he shouted, "I'm chasing my prey, I mean no harm."
"Do you know that this wild boar almost hit us?" a woman with short chestnut hair asked coldly, "It hit our horse, can you afford the compensation?"
"I don't want to do that either." Clown looked at the three female knights and said, "Who are you? No one else should be here."
According to the church's order, the residents of the village are concentrated in the town, and no one should be around.
The riders were all wearing fine leather armor with no markings to identify them.
"I want to ask you the same question. No other people should be here," the short-haired woman snorted coldly.
"If you don't want to answer, forget it. I have no ill intentions." Seeing that the other party would not give in, Clown took a step back and bowed slightly, saying, "I took this prey away. I am deeply sorry for scaring you all."
"Just an apology? You said it was your prey, but who killed it?"
"So what do you want?" Crown asked with a sneer when he saw the rider still had a holster hanging on his horse's belly.
'It shouldn't be someone from the church,' he thought. The few church members he had seen didn't use guns, and Nick also looked down on guns.
Ta-da, ta-da, ta-da. A few more horses came galloping.
"Why are you running so fast? It's not a big deal if you have a good horse."
A slightly familiar voice came, and Crown glanced quickly.
"Hey, what's going on?" Hamfa came to the people who were confronting each other with a smile.
"This man came out of nowhere. He chased a wild boar, and the boar almost hit Lady Fanny," said the short-haired woman angrily.
Hamfa suppressed his laughter, coughed twice and said, "Is Lord Fanny injured? Boy, I see you look kind, so I'll just pay for the medical expenses."
"I can't control the prey's instinct to flee. The angle in the woods is not good, so I can't shoot the fatal part," Crown explained sincerely. "Besides, this beautiful lady is not injured. I am very poor, so let's forget about the medical expenses. Don't you think so, Father Hamfa?"
"Do you know each other?" The short-haired female knight glared at the priest.
"Oh, I remember who this person is. He's the soldier next to Nick! One of us, one of us!"
"Crown, let me ask you, why are you here, where is Nick?"
Hamfa said this exaggeratedly, while Savvas and Marshall behind him turned their heads away, trying not to laugh.
"The priest is in a nearby camp. I'm hunting for him. The situation in Zak is not good. The residents ran out of food two days ago."
"Where is the territory? How do I get there?"
The woman holding the square hammer put the weapon back on the horse's back, her voice gentle and powerful.
Clown glanced at Hamfa's face, and the other party pointed at the woman who asked the question and said, "This is Ms. Fanny Sis, Nick's good friend. We came here from Kux in advance, and the reinforcement transportation will arrive tomorrow."
Hamfa emphasized the word "good friend" and winked at Crowne implicitly after he finished speaking.
"Just keep walking along the road. It will take no more than half an hour on horseback to get there."
"Thanks, we'll go ahead," Fanny turned the horse around and got back on the road.
"drive!"
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The chestnut-haired woman pushed her short hair behind her ears and said word by word, "Please bring the prey we killed."
"Yes, Ms. Sasha," Hamfa straightened his back with a cynical look.
When Clown saw the female knights walking away, he asked in confusion, "Lord Fanny Siss?!"
The title of Excellency was not worthy of ordinary people, and was only used to address important people. According to what he had learned, even the descendants of great nobles would not be called Excellency.
The priest's expression immediately became serious, and his tone was filled with infinite emotion: "Yes, Master Fanny Sis! One of the undisputed geniuses in the church, a 27-year-old third-level extraordinary priest, the pearl of Rhine City. Nick has made a fortune."
After all the praise, there is a sour conclusion.
"Wow," Clown exclaimed, but he didn't say much. "It's getting late. Let's pack up and go back quickly."
After saying that, he pulled the wild boar to the grass by the roadside, spread out a piece of oilcloth, and began to gut the prey.
"You really brought it back? Can this thing be eaten? They live in the gray fog."
"No problem. We have tested it and found that this beast with only minor body mutations has many edible parts."
. . . .
Nick was checking the reply from Cookstown, while the pigeons at his feet were lazily eating corn.
The letter informed him that reinforcements, carriages and other means of transportation would arrive tomorrow morning, and asked him to continue along the road early tomorrow morning.
The frantic sound of horse hooves drowned out the noisy and cheerful sounds of the makeshift camp.
"Whoa!"
Amid the neighing of horses, three heroic knights stopped at the edge of the camp. Many children came over and looked at them curiously.
Sasha gently asked, "Children, are you residents of Zach Town?"
"Yes, who are you?" a little girl's clear voice answered.
"Okay, okay, get out of the way," Nick separated the children who were watching and walked out of the camp.
Fanny dismounted, dropped the reins, and walked forward.
The priest looked at the woman who often appeared in his dreams, his mouth slightly open.
He had endless things he wanted to tell the other person, but when they actually met, he didn't know where to start.
"Fanny, you've lost weight," he said dryly.
The woman blinked her eyes slyly, dimples appeared on her face: "Was I fat before?"
"Of course not." Nick turned around and saw more and more residents gathering. He pointed to the grove in the distance and said with a smile, "Let's go outside and talk."
"Why didn't you tell me in advance when you came?"
"If I had told you in advance, I wouldn't have seen the silly look on your face now."
. . . .
Six people and six horses returned to the camp under the orange-red glow of the sunset.
Clown ordered, "Alan, share the meat and bones of a pig, and get some fresh vegetables."
"Okay," the little witcher agreed happily.
"Excuse me, Father Hamfa. I have to go prepare dinner for everyone."
"Where is your chef? Why is it that a transcendent like you is the one cooking?"
Clown laughed and said, "I can also be a chef, a very good one. Del, you can chat with these distinguished guests."
"My Lords, Lord Crown's cooking skills are worth looking forward to."
(End of this chapter)