Mage Joan

"To put it this way, you think the ferocious wild boar is very powerful, right?"

"The fierce wild boar is thick and rough, and it will hurt and bleed when it is hit by a knife and a gun. Moreover, no matter how fierce the wild boar is, it is a stupid beast. We use the magic of control and control.

"But, Joanne, if you deal with'razor boar' with the same thoughts, it will be very bad!"

Thomas emphasized seriously.

"Are you exaggerating to say that?" Dick chuckled and questioned. "Don't the "razor boar" be so thick that it's invulnerable?"

Thomas nodded solemnly.

"My dear friends, please remember the fact that "Razor Boar" has the blood power of "Prince Razor". They are no longer ordinary beasts, but terrible "Magic Beasts"!"

"'Razor Boar' is born with the supernatural power to resist swords, guns and even magic!"

"The weapons cast by iron can hardly kill the razor wild boar. Only enchanted weapons can tear their tough skin and cause real damage."

"As for magic...accurately speaking, most of the magic will be disturbed by the invisible anti-magic field on the surface of the "razor boar" skin. Even if we successfully release the spell, it may not have the expected impact on them!"

"Joan, if we really encounter "Razor Boar" during the hunting process, it is best to bless "Precision Casting" before casting to ensure that the "Razor Boar" breaks through the magic field."

After listening to Thomas's admonishment, Joan and the Dingdall brothers didn't have a smile on their faces. They were more worried about the prospect of the hunting competition.

Considering the possibility of encountering "Razor Boar" and even "Razor Prince", the medal can be won in this trip. The most important thing is to save your life and return to the boat intact.

Judging from the average casualty rate of 20% in previous hunting conferences, living in the jungle for five days and five nights and ensuring your own safety is not a "small goal" that can be easily achieved.

When Sir John Norfolk concluded his speech, half of the face of the sunset had already sunk to sea level.

People who drifted for two days at sea left the deck one after another and went for a walk on the beach shrouded in twilight.

The golden fine sand was warmed by the summer sun, and it was very comfortable to step on barefoot.

And when the tide flows, the coolness that flows over the soles of the feet refreshes the mind and dispels the boredom.

As the twilight deepened, a bonfire started on the beach.

According to the customs gradually formed in Leiden Harbour in recent years, tourists always hold a grand bonfire party on the first night of landing on "Boar Island" to celebrate the opening ceremony of "Hunting Festival".

The celebration ceremony also has a certain degree of religious flavor. Barbecue seafood, fine wine, singing and dancing and overnight carnivals are dedicated to the gods who are in charge of the ocean, jungle and hunting. They pray for the gods to bless themselves and relatives and friends while hunting The game returned with full load.

The campfire was originally for tourists' self-entertainment. Later, employees of tourism companies and fishermen living near the pier discovered business opportunities from it. Every time a cruise liner docked, a wheelbarrow was always pushed to sell fresh fish and shrimp and picnic utensils. .

Joan and his team disembarked and came to the beach. After waiting for about ten minutes, they saw Thomas's personal servant Bobby lead the four hounds.

"Master, Bobby is at your command." The little male servant bowed to Thomas respectfully.

"It's getting late and everyone is hungry. Let's go to the market near the pier first, buy some fish, shrimp, spirits and firewood, turn back the bonfire, and let Bobby make a barbecue for us. ?"

Thomas cast his eyes on Joan and Dindale for consultation.

Of course none of the three disagreed.

"Then that's the decision." Thomas turned around and told Bobby, "You are waiting for us with a dog here. If you have anything to buy, tell me in advance."

"There are some fresh fish and shrimps in the market, and the young people like to eat whatever they want. By the way, they buy two bundles of firewood. I will bring them with flint, seasonings, butter, grills and pans. I don’t need to buy them." Bobby Seriously advised his young master.

"Okay, see you later."

Thomas Chongbobi waved his hand and turned towards the open-air market.

The Joan and Dindal brothers also followed to help.

The four squeezed into the aquatic market surrounded by tourists and bought four fresh cods, two pairs of large lobsters, plus three dozen scallops as large as slaps.

With so much seafood, it took less than 8 Kinduga in total. The fishmonger also included a wooden barrel, which was specially used to hold the seafood they bought. It was really affordable.

Thomas carried the barrel out of the crowd, remembering Bobby's advice, and went to the grocery store to buy firewood.

"Uncle, am I teasing me? You dare to offer two gold coins for such a small bundle of firewood?"

Roger stared in disbelief at the old man who sold firewood.

"Firewood is very rare on this island. You can buy it everywhere at this price. If you don't believe it, you will find out."

The old man was holding a pipe and answered slowly.

"I don't understand this. You want to say what is rare. It's no surprise that it's expensive. The woods on the island are endless. There is no shortage of firewood. What makes a bundle of firewood so expensive?" Roger rebutted disapprovingly.

The old man spit out a string of smoke rings and shook his head with a smile.

"Young people, you are probably visiting Wild Boar Island for the first time and don't understand the situation here."

"Yes, there are trees on the island. At first glance, there is no shortage of firewood, but how many people dare to leave the guard area and go to the woods outside the wall to cut wood?"

"You know, wild boars in the forest are in groups, and they break in alone.

"Old man, you can't fool us! Since we came to the island to participate in the hunting competition, it is enough to show that we are not afraid of wild boar!" Dick said loudly.

"Oh, boy, don't be so angry, listen to me and tell you slowly, there are at least two thousand people on this boat you are riding?"

"Tomorrow morning, you will bring your arms, take the hounds, and leave the dock security zone together, cross the fence and the trench to enter the jungle, right?"

"There are more than two thousand armed hunters around you, and of course you don't need to be afraid of wild boar attacks."

A sly smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face.

"But the situation is different now. The night is already deep. Without the companionship of eighty and eighty, do you dare to leave the security zone and dare to enter the forest surrounded by night and wild boars to cut wood?"

"This... this is not a question of daring, but we simply don't need to take such risks in order to bet on you." Roger replied angrily.

"That's what it is! Master, instead of betting with me, spending a lot of time looking for someone to cut wood, it is time-consuming and laborious. It is better to spend a few gold coins to buy ready-made firewood with me!"

"You are all children of the rich family, anyway, these money is not bad, why bother with me poor old man? Think about it, is this the truth?"

The old man smiled and asked Roger.

"Obviously, only two pieces of copper firewood are sold for a hundred times the price-old man, you are really treacherous!" Dick couldn't swallow this breath.

"It's worth the price, it depends on when, where, and to whom." The old man Zhen Zhen rebutted, "Boy, don't tell you, I'm counting on making some money tonight! If you tomorrow Come in the morning to buy firewood, a bundle of two copper coins, and I will give you a bundle when I buy two bundles."

"You got it. I want firewood and a fart tomorrow!" Dick shouted angrily.

"That's it!" The old man chuckled with a pipe.

Dick heard the ridicule in the old man's laughter and felt more and more angry.

Thomas raised his hand to stop Dick from losing his temper and grinned roundly.

"What the old man said makes sense. If you are expensive, whoever wants us to have our two bundles of firewood for dinner!"

"That's not necessarily true." Joan interjected suddenly, "Thomas, let's go back."

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