He Xiaoman looked at the lady's outstanding temperament and exquisite and noble dress and knew that this must be Mrs. Albert.

Mrs. Albert did not speak to He Xiaoman, but nodded in great value from afar, but He Xiaoman could see that the noble lady was much more sincere to her than the housekeeper Jacob.

Jacob was still busy, telling the coachman and guards to protect his wife and ladies.

After yesterday's incident, he is obviously not confident in facing He Xiaoman. This slick butler is trying to avoid any contact with He Xiaoman.

It is worthy of being the top family of the June Lotus Association. The luggage packages of Mrs. Albert and Miss Emily were piled up with four carriages, plus a variety of other entourages, three maids and a female housekeeper, a total of seven carriages.

Mrs. Albert and Miss were riding in a super luxurious four-wheel drive green carriage (the four-wheel drive refers to four horses driving), and the musket teams riding tall horses were surrounded by three or four regular soldiers wearing eye-catching red uniforms.

He Xiaoman is tall and upright, with the only mudslide in his blond hair, blue eyes and white skin.

These people isolated He Xiaoman almost instantly.

Even Mr. Albert's attitude did not improve at all when they rushed over.

Waving goodbye to the master's house, a vast group of people left Ferro City and rushed south to Maple Leaf City.

"I hope you can come back alive." Butler Yagub looked at Larel in a deep voice. He could hear the big oak tree at the door.

In winter, the fields are withered and the wind is bleak. Even the evergreen trees on the roadside valleys are sometimes dark and withered and yellow green, adding a little bit of vastness to such winter wilderness.

The women were all huddled in the carriage, but the knights were going to ride with them in the howling cold wind.

Not far from the city, these iron-blooded men who were still majestic and invincible at the door of the family immediately revealed their true colors.

The collars are raised one by one, and the whole body is tightened to minimize the heat dissipation area.

Horses are not very good at this time, and they grow long fluff to keep warm.

Only He Xiaoman suddenly realized that he was at the end of the team. If it weren't for the huge unicorn, Larell would be in this team, regardless of height, skin color and appearance, played by Nakamura in "Raising Hands".

The first half of the road was always very peaceful.

In such cold seasons, almost everyone in the suburbs of Newward State is rarely visited.

So you don't have to pretend to be handsome for anyone.

Among the members of the Musket Team who were "hissing" in the cold wind, a big guy with a scar on his face suddenly said to the leader: "Hey, John, look at the boy behind him, the lady and the lady can't see him, and they don't know who they pretended to be arrogant. He thought someone would take a look at a piece of cow dung that had nostrils?"

In the eyes of some people, people of color are lowly.

"Haha, Madam and Miss definitely won't like this guy. Even those beautiful maids won't like him." John Big Bull's eyes rolled left and right, and a slight slight slight snarky appeared on the corner of his mouth: "But the thirsty old Maggie may not like it."

The two of them smiled "hehehe" at the same time, and the unfinished meaning was all in their smiles.

"I said, Captain, that cow dung is not very good, but the horse he rode is really good. I would bet on five gold coins and send them to the racetrack. Neither Storm nor Cactus are its opponents."

They are talking about two horses with a high winning rate in ordinary events.

"I don't believe he doesn't know the value of that horse." John's eyes flashed with greed, but the words in his mouth made people feel that he was not interested in it at all.

As a cavalry, it goes without saying how important it is to be a skilled war horse.

Larell's cow dung was obviously not worthy of his white horse.

Scar drove the horse over and lowered his voice: "You arrived in Ferro City a few days ago, so naturally I don't know the identity of that guy. Jerome, the jockey of the June Lotus Association, knows it? That guy was Jerome's slave before, but later he was wanted by Jerome as a runaway slave for a long time."

John's eyes lit up obviously, and he still said insincerely: "You must have recognized the wrong person. Such a person will not appear in our team."

"It was Mr. Albert who came forward to get him the identity of a freeman from the Governor's Mansion that Jerome had to revoke his wanted."

"Is that so? Then he is so lucky." John still didn't get into a trap, looking absent-minded, but he was thinking in his heart that maybe he could find a chance to get this horse?

In Scar's pocket, the ten gold coins given by the butler were heavy.

As long as John and Larrell tear each other up, he will have an excuse to have a chance to take action. It would be better for them to fight both sides. The captain of the Musketeers should be his turn, right?

If both of them died, maybe even the horse could become his.

He really liked the white horse.

Riding on such a horse is definitely more intoxicating than galloping on a beautiful girl with a big butt.

The stupid natives don't understand that with his identity, they are not worthy of having such a BMW?

This horse is not his combat companion, but a death talisman.

The team still moved forward slowly.

The sun sets early in winter, and they must arrive at Maple Leaf City smoothly before dark. This is an easy thing to do if there are no ambushings in the Elta Mountains.

The scenery on both sides of the official road has become more and more desolate, from large tracts of farmland to rolling hills, and there are more and more weeds and shrubs on the roadside, getting higher and higher. The cold wind rusts, as if someone is walking through it.

Most of the dense forests with only dead branches are like a circle of green stubble on the chins of mountains, which are already far away.

"Be careful, there is Elta Mountain in front of you guys!"

John shouted loudly, reminding the guards who were almost frozen to be vigilant. It seemed that human emotions affected the war horses, and the noises in the team were heard one after another, and there were even two horses that had not experienced the battle shrank and were unwilling to move forward.

Even Mrs. Albert, who had been sitting leisurely in the car, looked out several times.

Scar looked at the end of the team calmly. The white horse was majestic, vigorous and vigorous, with smooth lines raised high, making Scar feel itchy as if he had claws in his heart.

I really want to get this beautiful elf under my crotch...

"Larel!"

John shouted at the end of the team: "Larel, old man, why are you huddling at the end? Is it the wind in the Elta mountain that freezed your thin crotch?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The guards laughed unscrupulously: "Hey, coward, come ahead and let's see your courage!"
Chapter completed!