1199: 405.
Salute to you!
Captain Knight_3 1199: 405.
Salute to you!
Captain Knight_3 This forr Wolf Poison Vampire was a rather rare Psychic within the Wolfsbane Clan, and she had now begun to go out at midnight with Stick Brother and hunt animals on her own to indulge in so “tooth festivals.”
Happy Stick Brother estimated that by the ti the Black Disaster broke out, lia would recover to a Black Iron elite Mage’s casting level, at which point he would gain an extra “Portable Mage.”
No!
Not one, but two!
Although lia’s younger sister Winnie wasn’t Stick Brother’s Blood Descendant, she always stuck close to her sister like a shadow, which ant that as long as lia went to battle with Happy Stick Brother, Winnie the Psychic would also join the fight.
With him leading as a Winged Cavalry and a Graveblade Guardsman, and lia and Winnie, two elite Psychics, providing support from the rear, wouldn’t that be an “invincible rhythm”?
Hehe, isn’t this just the joy of having a “paper-doll wife”?
Pleasing to the eyes and good in a fight, she could still keep company and chat when there was nothing else to do.
Except that she couldn’t…
cough cough, anyway, the control of these little players’ cocks was now all in Sir Morphy’s hands, so whether they could or not didn’t matter.
“Master, don’t daydream.
The warhorse you’re looking for is evaluating you from within the fog ahead, and your current behavior is disappointing it.”
As Stick Brother was lost in his fantasies, the cold voice of the blind Lady lia suddenly echoed in his mind, interrupting his beautiful daydreams without surprising him.
In the past while, he had gotten used to lia’s sudden psychic ssages.
“Can you feel it?”
Stick Brother looked ahead into the dissolving mist in the woods and, out of curiosity, said,
“Can you share my vision?
I rember you didn’t have this spell before.”
“Um, I just learned it from Miss Phemis.
It’s said to be an improvent on reconnaissance psychic abilities by Lady Triss.
This spell is very convenient to use.
Especially since I’m blind and your eyes are still intact, it’s as if I’ve grown a new pair of eyes and regained my sight, which feels really great.”
lia explained briefly and then added,
“I may not be a Knight, but I have so knowledge of warhorses.
I once aspired to be a horse tar, so my advice for you now is to approach it slowly, extend your hand to show you an no harm, a good start would be until it allows you to touch it.
Then you can try taming it.
This strategy has a success rate of over 70%!
If you have carrots or oats in your hand, the success rate will increase to 90%.”
“Ever since I decided to beco Cavalry, I’ve always kept such things handy.”
Stick Brother grinned and took out three crisp carrots from his Psychic package, slowly moving forward as per lia’s instructions.
The Shadow Mane War Horse seed enticed by the carrot, revealing itself from the fog with a body taller than three ters, like a heavy tank.
Its black skin and mane and the bulging muscles underneath reminded Stick Brother of the heavy draft horses from the real world.
This warhorse was clearly Old Horse, with so scars still remaining on its skin.
Like the dals of a warrior.
It gazed at Happy Stick Brother, its dark eyes gleaming like black onyx.
After a few seconds of staring, the warhorse lowered its neck and began nibbling on the carrots in Happy Stick Brother’s hand.
“Now is the ti!”
lia reminded,
“Jump on its back and start taming it!”
Stick Brother imdiately acted, but in this mont, he belatedly asked,
“You said the success rate is 90%?
What about the remaining 10%…”
Before he could finish his sentence, the agile Shadow Mane Horse kicked out its hind legs and thumped Stick Brother’s chest as he leaped up.
The strike was as unexpected as an antelope’s horn, and the terrifying force was like Stick Brother running headfirst into a Siege Hamr, sending him flying more than a dozen ters away with a scream.
Luckily, he was a Vampire and spread his wings just in ti, or the blow would have made for an embarrassing retreat.
“The remaining 10% is this kind of situation…”
lia’s voice, clearly trying to suppress a laugh, echoed in Happy Stick Brother’s mind.
She struggled to maintain a dignified tone of voice like a lady of the Greeney, but she clearly couldn’t hold it any longer, saying,
“Your luck really is terrible, my poor master.
Hmm, that Shadow Mane Horse seems to find this amusing; it appears that your trial is precisely this.
Jump on its back and ride it to the sacred altar in the woods before it gets bored.
Good luck, my master, may your already broken ribs hold out until you triumph.”
“You did that on purpose, right?”
Stick Brother said grumpily,
“I feel like I’ve raised an ingrate…”
“Guess?
Also, my nickna in the Gray Claw Faction is ‘White Wolf.'”
With lia’s light laughter, the connection between the Blood Descendant and the elder quietly ceased.
Happy Stick Brother, wiping dust off his chest with an annoyed expression, found himself unable to help but laugh too.
Alright, alright, this Wolfsbane girl was quite interesting, so scheming, no wonder she can get along with the Miss.
Stick Brother steadied himself again, took out another carrot, and with a play on words, stared at the Shadow Mane War Horse pawing the ground in front of him, saying,
“Then let ta you, my fiery steed, my little cutie.”
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