Chapter 455 I, Gretel, Am Back! (The Leader of Riding Tiger and Pig Ye Will Add 10 More Updates)

As soon as Olga said this, people immediately rushed to deal with it. Those who tie people up, those who carry people, those who clean the battlefield, those who clean the battlefield...

As for Gretel and his entourage, they were invited to a large house surrounded by walls not far from the Crow Inn, where they were entertained as distinguished guests.

Even Apa, the Silver Moon Deer, had someone wash and comb it, bring the freshest grass and fruits, and mix eggs into the corn kernels.

This salary is so high - is this someone you have treated again?

Cerira poked Gretel curiously. Grete smiled at her reassuringly, turned to Olga and asked:

"I haven't seen your husband for a long time since I treated him last time. - I wonder how he is recovering? Has he regained his senses and clarity?"

"Thank you for your treatment. Horik has recovered and is able to fight on the battlefield again."

[Thinker] Olga, a woman who guides the tribe with the ability and wisdom of a spell caster, smiled with emotion:

"He went out to fight, not in Anya. Otherwise, he would definitely come to thank you in person."

Grete politely did not ask her who her opponent was or if she needed help. He had heard something about it before on Akula. The barbarians said they were going out to fight, but in fact, they were just going out to rob.

Nearby, grab the Carolingian Kingdom and the Rhine Kingdom;

Far away, Rob is also the Lord of Faith, but it is the Norman Kingdom ruled by another religious order;

No matter how far away it is, it is said that there are people who can even get to the orc kingdom.

Elder Brock and the others were farther east. It was said that that group of tribes had robbed the Kingdom of Rhine, and then sold the captives along the waterway to the Kingdom of Orcs.

Thinking back to those days, the Kingdom of Kent where Gretel was located was also robbed more than once by powerful barbarian warriors wielding axes. In fact, the royal capital has been trampled to the ground several times...

If it hadn't been for the rise of the Magic Council, which gathered various forces and fought fiercely with the barbarians, and continued to make good friends with powerful leaders. At least, the coastal areas and the royal capital of the Kingdom of Kent are really not that peaceful.

Ahem, so don’t ask about your opponent or anything. If he is unlucky enough to go to an acquaintance's house, will he help, or will he start a fight?

It's better to pretend not to hear, and wait until the person comes back and needs treatment before taking action!

Gretel just smiled and asked about Horik's recovery:

"Do you have any headaches, dizziness or nausea?"

"Do you have any tinnitus or dizziness?"

"Do you have any neck soreness, fatigue, unsteady steps, etc.?"

He asked questions as a healer, and Olga told him everything. After Gretel finished asking questions, he earnestly warned:

"Your husband has suffered this injury, so he should pay attention to all aspects in the future. Don't eat too full or too greasy in your diet; don't be overtired, don't exert too much force all at once; don't be too emotional, and be careful when going out in cold weather. Keep warm…”

Ms. Thinker smiled and took note, raising her hand for the entourage to serve the wine. She raised her glass and saluted Gretel with a sincere smile:

"You are Horik's savior and a friend to all of us. I have already told them to report your whereabouts immediately. As a result, these idiots failed to find you and asked you to surrender to spies. I was lied to, I’m really sorry.”

"this is nothing……"

Gretel tried to be polite. To Olga's right, a young boy with five or six freckles on his nose muttered unconvincedly:

"But you are talking about a human mage with black hair and eyes, and his warrior followers. What they reported to me was a beautiful elf lady riding a deer, and his two companions..."

"Dore!"

Olga shouted. Before she could spit out more scoldings, Grete laughed:

"Ah, it's nothing. My sense of existence is more than half lower than that of the beautiful elf lady. This is normal, isn't it?"

Laughter erupted in the hall. Grete spread his hands amidst laughter:

"Besides, a white deer with a shoulder height of two meters and an horns spread of nearly four meters is more eye-catching than me. This is natural!"

"You are really..." The female spellcaster in white wolf skin kept laughing. Smiling and laughing, a young man suddenly ran in, approached the female leader, lowered his figure, and said a few words in a hurry.

Olga kept smiling and listening without changing her expression. After listening to a long paragraph, he turned to Gretel and sighed seriously:

"The person who sent you the message...may be gone. My people tortured the impostor, and he told the location of the body. Someone has already rushed there."

Grete's face darkened. He took the magic badge and letter from the boy and stroked them slowly, not knowing what to say. After a while, he stood up and said:

"Thank you. ... Please send someone to take me there. He died for me. I want to take him home."

"You don't need to go there in person." Olga consoled with a smile:

"Our people will sort it out for him and send him over. At this moment, there are countless spies operating outside. It will be safer for you to stay here until the ship arrives to pick you up."

Gretel was silent. Soon, the followers around Olga brought more news:

[The Albatross] anchored at the port of Anyia seven days ago. The third officer, Geraint Pope, was ordered to disembark and wait for Gretel at the port. As for the ship itself, she will continue her cruise and is expected to return to port in about ten days.

The person who killed the third officer was one of the spies buried in Anyia Port by the Glorious Cult. Taking advantage of the fact that the third deputy was alone, he found an opportunity to capture him and torture him for information. He also wanted to take action against Gretel, but unfortunately he was discovered.

In addition, according to the spies, a team from the Glorious God Cult will come to the Northland recently. He didn't know what he was here for specifically...

"Is he here to deal with me?" Grete speculated. Olga sat opposite him and said seriously:

"If they are here to find you, you should stay here for a few more days. Once the ship to pick you up arrives at the port and you get on the ship, there will be nothing to worry about. - Don't worry, if you dare to take action in Anyia Port, we will It will be taken care of!"

Three days later, the "Albatross" ended her cruise in the north and arrived at the port on time. The captain took his two subordinates to the Crow Hotel with familiarity.

The first was to look for his third mate, and the second was, of course, to find out if Gretel was here and if they could set sail immediately.

He soon got his answer.

"So... Geralt... didn't wait for us..."

The red-haired captain was silent for a long time. He stood in front of the body wrapped in white cloth, his fingers trembling. He wanted to lift the white cloth several times to see the face of his comrade, but every time, he finally shrank back in despair.

"Sorry...I'm late..."

Grete whispered beside him. The captain shook his head:

"This is our fate. It is not shameful for a man in the navy to die in battle. Your Excellency, please give me a few hours to arrange his grave. I promise not to delay our return trip."

"Wait...don't you take him home?"

"Unless a man at sea dies when he is about to arrive in port, he will not be lucky enough to be buried on land."

The captain's face darkened. With a wave of his hand, two sailors stepped forward and picked up the bodies of their compatriots. Gretel quickly stopped him:

"Wait! I have a space bag! - I'll take him home!"

The captain's weather-beaten face moved for a moment. He moved his lips, took off his hat, and bowed deeply to Gretel.

He has carried more than one magician with a space bag on his ship; however, except for the necromancer, no one is willing to take away the bodies of ordinary sailors...

"Okay, sir! Let's go home!"

He turned around and guided Gretel outside. He nodded politely to the barbarian and did not make a fuss when he saw the beautiful elf lady. He perfectly maintained the demeanor of a gentleman. However……

"What's this……"

He pointed at the tall Silver Moon Deer in front of him, his fingers trembling and his voice a little broken:

"Is it coming with us?"

"Ah, this is Appa, my mount." Grete blinked guiltily, trying hard to add some points to this magical beast with antlers more than three meters wide:

"Please, take it back with you! I've also prepared the food it eats on the way, and it's all in the space bag. You don't have to worry about it..."

“But our guest cabin, captain’s cabin, and cargo hold all don’t have such wide doors!!!”

In the end, it was Miss Yinlong who solved the problem. She casually threw a miniaturization technique, and the two-meter-tall giant deer suddenly became petite and cute. As for the inconvenience for Mr. Apa to move around the warehouse in his original form...

"Are you all made of wood? Run! Wipe the cargo hold clean!" The captain put his hands on his hips and roared:

"Your Excellency Apa is an eighth-level monster, and his combat power is stronger than all of you idiots combined!"

With a crash, a large group of sailors started running, carrying buckets and rags.

"Well, you don't need to go to all this trouble..." Grete smiled sheepishly. He followed the large group of people and climbed down from the cargo hold, stretching out his hands and pointing randomly:

"Cleaning Technique! Cleaning Technique! Cleaning Technique!!!"

That night, a long ship with a narrow hull and pointed ends led the way, cutting through the moonlight on the sea. The most capable sailor under Olga personally steered the Albatross out of the harbor.

After sailing all night, the "Albatross" left the bay, spread its sails on the wide sea, and headed southwest. After staying close to the coast for another half day, when the coastline was about to disappear, a high-speed boat flying the flag of the Kingdom of Rhine passed by in the distance.

Grete stood on the side of the ship, looking at the hunting flag on the mast with a telescope, and was speechless for a long time.

Behind him, the captain coughed heavily.

"Fortunately, you arrived early. This kind of ship is the most troublesome. Every time we encounter it at sea, we have to fight."

[Albatross] sailed away. The sailing ship took advantage of the cold wind blowing from the Hermon Peninsula, rounded the southern tip of the peninsula, and headed eastward at full speed. In just three days, they crossed the deep sea and reached the eastern coastline of the kingdom.

After another whole day of sailing, Grete finally set foot on the solid ground of Nevis Port, carrying the mage's robe.

In front of him, Linn and Aurora, two long-separated friends, stood side by side and smiled warmly at him.

"Gretel, you are finally back...um...who is this...?"

Gretel sadly discovered that it only took a second for him to fall out of favor in the hearts of his friends. Whether it was Lin En or Aurora, their attention drifted to Miss Silver Dragon...

Only the golden skeleton beside Linn was left, with its chin clicking and its black eyes still staring at him.

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3000 words!

Today is another 6,000 words. I have finished updating the first alliance leader added last month... There are still two alliance leaders left to update... There are still three thousand reward bonuses for everyone else combined. Even……

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