"President Hu Lan, you didn't tell us that there were outsiders in the caravan!" Robin and Stark found the noble young man behind the caravan with ugly expressions. The beautiful leader pulled him aside and asked softly, "Who are they?"

Yesterday, the cooperation between the two sides was very satisfied, but after the mercenaries joined the caravan today, an unexpected accident occurred among the apostles.

There were actually three "outsiders" in the caravan of the noble young men. These three outsiders did not refer to the mercenaries originally hired by the caravan. Due to heavy casualties, those mercenaries had lost the ability to continue to guard the caravan after they arrived here. After the caravan paid the pension and part of the commission, they were dismissed.

These three outsiders were a red robe mage and his apprentice, and the last one was a female knight. Although everyone avoided these three people, from their dress and temperament, it can be seen at a glance that they were not belonging to the caravan.

"Oh, that's Mage Angelo and his apprentice El. As for Idriya..." The noble young man glanced at the female knight opposite, lowered his voice, and said with an extremely strange expression, "She is an apprentice knight of the Rawwita Church, and this time she was out for a trip!"

"Where is that red robed mage and his apprentice? Who is the sacred?" Robin asked with a frown.

After learning that the female knight was a church knight, she immediately lost interest. Most church knights believed firmly and would not talk too much. As long as they were not believers of the murdered god, they would basically not threaten the secrets of the envoys.

"Robin, wait a moment! President Hu Lan, what kind of church apprentice knight did you just say that the female knight was?" Stark blinked and suddenly asked.

"Idriya is a believer of Ms. Lauvita..." However, when Stark's inquiry seemed to feel it was natural.

"Abuse the goddess..." At this moment, Robin finally realized, searched the Apostle's soul seal for a while, and immediately showed a strange look.

Lauvita is an extremely special goddess, cruel, calm, domineering and bold, guarding all the tortures, sadists and sadists on the continent of Feren, and is also known as the girl of pain.

Her believers can treat others cruelly and also treat themselves cruelly. Among so many gods and churches in the Faren continent, there are very few believers of Goddess Lauvita, almost every one is the best.

"Mage Angelo and El are members of the Red Robe Mage Association. This time they also went to the Baldur Gate. As for what they did, they didn't mention it. I think y should have nothing to do with us!" said the noble young man embarrassedly.

"President Hu Lan, you didn't mention them before signing an employment contract with us. Can you explain to us why this is?" Robin looked at the female knight secretly, then turned around and continued to question seriously.

"This..." The noble young man opened his mouth. He had indeed never considered the three people in the caravan.

"Two, I think this does not violate our employment contract!" The old housekeeper who had been silently beside the noble young man finally came out to smooth things over and said with a smile, "Whether it is Master Angelo and El, or Miss Idriya, they did not ask for the protection of the caravan, they just set up a companion with us and borrowed a carriage and tent."

"Yes, yes! In fact, the three of them never caused any trouble to the caravan during the previous journey, and there were several times when they relied on their actions, and the original mercenaries repelled the thieves on the plains." The noble young man finally came to his senses and said to the accusation.

Robin and Stark looked at each other helplessly, and they all said this, so what else can they say. The mercenary group did not need to protect those three people, but when they encountered danger, they could use their power. Moreover, they had already followed the caravan and proved that they had no ill intentions. I am afraid the caravan would not drive them away.

"This is the only way. If you terminate the employment contract now, it will be too suspicious." Stark discussed with Robin on the team channel.

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While Robin and the others negotiated with the caravan, Qin Lun and others were also secretly observing the three people. The believers of the Lawwitta Church were a beautiful female knight, wearing a tailor-made sleeveless breastplate and a copper-inlaid war skirt, wearing silver wrist guards and leather gloves on both hands, and a pair of high-tube iron-headed war boots under their feet.

The female knight has a slender figure, with long wavy hair, a tall nose bridge, slender eyebrows, and a beautiful melon-shaped face with a healthy wheat color. She has a cold expression. She feeds the mounts beside her, completely ignoring the eyes of the apostles, and seems to have been used to being watched.

Think about it, it is not common for a girl in the flower season to become a knight, and it is even rarer to be a believer of Ms. Lauvita than the number of gods of Faren.

Of course, in addition to being a believer in Lauvita, the main reason why the female knight can attract the attention of many men like a magnet is her outstanding temperament. Perhaps the only flaw in her body is that her breasts are smooth, and the restraint of the steel breastplate is almost flat.

Even after looking at her, Elistin couldn't help but straighten her chest, feeling that she was much more confident. During this period, the young elf druid had already been unable to raise her head in front of Kelly, Nicole and Robin.

The three female apostles have their own advantages. Kelly has the largest breasts. Although she has a strong personality, she has a queen temperament. Nicole is mature and sexy, Robin is rational and intellectual, including the Less, who uses the Beast King's bow hunting bow, all has a cute and cute temperament. In addition, most of the female apostles have fine-tuned their appearance and figure, and Elistin really has no capital to show off in front of them.

Many male apostles admired the female knight with relish and finally turned their eyes to the other two. Master Angelo and his apprentice El were sitting under a big tree by the lake, with two purple oak rattan chairs and a matching coffee table under the shade, with a set of tea sets on it.

The mage seemed to know how to enjoy it. While drinking tea, he closed his eyes and rested under the spring breeze. His apprentice El was holding a thick large book, reading it carefully, and from time to time he would frown and think, muttering to himself as if no one else had ever seen him.

El is a typical apprentice dress, with a white shirt and a gray plush vest. Because of his long trip, the trousers on his lower body were stuffed into his horse boots. He had soft and bright blonde hair, some freckles on his face, and he looked like a teenager.

In fact, his teacher, Master Angelo, is not too old, and is also a young man. His face is thin and his black hair is softly pressed against his forehead. When his eyes open and close, he sometimes reveals a pair of deep black pupils.

However, the apostles looked at Angelo for a while and couldn't help but look at Philip in the team.

"What do you all look at me?" Philip of course knew why everyone looked at him, and his face turned red and he suddenly growled at everyone in anger.

"They are all mages, why is there such a big gap?" Nicole covered her mouth and laughed. Others dare not make fun of Philip with a hot temper, but the beautiful goddess magician doesn't care at all.

The gap Nicole mentioned does not refer to the strength of both sides, but to the appearance.

Also as a young mage, Angelo's big red robe was not the traditional hooded robe. Instead, it was trimmed into a tight-fitting aristocratic dress. Two rows of neatly arranged copper buttons on the chest, folded skin flips on the cuffs, and a slit at the front below the waist.

The mage's collar is tied with a fancy lapel of a white shirt, a white brocade plaster on the front chest pocket, and a straight black leather pants on the lower body. The whole outfit looks energetic and elegant.

In comparison, Philip, who was wearing a wide black robe and buried in the robe, would look a little old-fashioned. If he put on a hood, he would be like those lifeless and evil old wizards.

One is a nobleman among the mages, dressed in a fashionable way and could be a model in the new era, and the other is a stubborn mage who is conservative and dark and evil. No matter how you look at it, Philip seems that he can't win this image battle.

"What do you think? The most important thing about the mage is strength. Do you understand strength?" Philip grinded his teeth, turned around and walked away, ignoring the companions who were elbowing outwards.

In the presence of Master Angelo, the keen apostles did not notice the great threat. Unless he had a treasure with hidden breath, he should not have reached the level of a high-level mage.

There is a big gap between the plot mages in this world and the apostle mages like Philip in terms of magic expression. For the same intermediate mage, Feiron's plot mages have more magic positions, and from the apostle's point of view, they have more skills that can be used.

The more skills there are, the more magic combinations there will be, and more combat forms can be dealt with. In this regard, Master Feiron is more powerful than the Apostle's mage profession. The Apostle's skills are very precious and it is impossible to have more magic skills than Master Feiron. Even a second-level profession like Philip will have no more than twenty magic skills, usually only a dozen.

Even if Feilun's intermediate mage only reached the lowest level of the intermediate level, the magic positions from zero to fourth level will be at least no less than forty or fifty magic, two to three times that of the apostles.

However, Philip said something very realistically. As a mage, it always depends on strength, not on appearance. When fighting, the apostles were still more optimistic about Philip, not Angelo.

The reason is very simple. No matter how many magic skills Angelo has, his magic power is limited. Philip has the law body and has recovery items. As long as Angelo cannot kill Philip in a short time, he will sooner or later be tortured to death by him.

The apostles quickly left and rebuilt the tent next to the caravan's camp. The caravan was different from them, and it took a day to assemble manpower and pack the goods, and they were unable to get on the road today.

After everyone left, Angelo, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, looked in the direction of the apostles, and frowned deeply.

"El, remember not to mess with the mercenaries just now!" The young mage turned around to remind his apprentice.

"Hmm? Teacher, is there any problem among them?" El was slightly stunned. During the previous journey, his teacher had never commented on any mercenary.

Angelo glanced at a corner, and found out from the corner of his eyes that the female knight who had been carelessly feeding horses was also frowning and pondering. He immediately curled his lips and hesitated for a moment. Finally, he decided to make it clearer to his disciples.

"It's not that anyone has a problem, but everyone. They are very strong. It's not surprising that there are strong people among the mercenaries. But the problem is that everyone in these mercenaries actually has such a strong aura..."
Chapter completed!