When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

#503 - How long do you want to hold me?

Skillfully letting Pasilic and the old grandmother pull and tug, Horn turned and walked towards Granpwen, who was waving at him.

"Good lad, you ran off to Black Serpent Bay without a word." Walking up to the grinning Granpwen, Horn gave him a punch. "Cheka said you had defected and was preparing to detain the entire troupe.

If it weren't for Fraitewa stalling for time, your little outfit would have almost been caught in the big prison."

"It was an emergency, Diya is ten months pregnant and about to give birth, how could I not be anxious?" Granpwen then took a child from the purple nanny next to him.

"Your Majesty, look at my son, healthy and beautiful."

Taking the swaddled baby from Granpwen with delight, Horn reached out and teased his wrinkled little face.

It had to be said that for Granpwen and his wife, beauty was secondary, health was the main thing.

After all, given Diya's physical condition and the aftereffects of being a witch, who knew if it would be passed on to their offspring.

"What's his name?"

"We named him after our respective fathers, Giulio Raimondo Mazzarino, or you can call him Jules Mazzarino." Granpwen stroked the baby's soft hair with emotion.

"Jules, good name."

Just as Horn finished speaking, he saw Diya, wrapped in a thick wool cloak, sitting in a wheelchair, pushed by a bald tattooed monk, approaching.

"It's been a year, Diya."

Compared to the still thin Granpwen, Diya was a little fatter, but it was a kind of bloated or swollen.

You could tell from her slender wrists and pale face that giving birth to this child must have cost Diya a layer of skin.

"Yes, it's been a year."

Diya opened her empty eyes, and although she couldn't see, she could accurately take the baby from Horn's hands: "Who would have thought that in a year you could first capture Jeanneburg, then break Black Mountain Fortress, assist Little Pond City, sweep through Rapid Stream City, four battles and four victories, your name is all over Black Serpent Bay."

After catching up with Diya and the others for a while, the old grandmother and a strangely awkward Pasilic came together.

After the old grandmother chatted with Horn for a few words, she began to introduce the arriving Elder Council elders to him.

"This is the representative of the Baldhead Society, Schlinmann."

The corners of Horn's mouth twitched, and he tried hard to hold back from making a V-shaped face.

The middle-aged man in front of him was wearing a snow-white ruffled shirt and an elegant waistcoat.

But at the cuffs and neckline, seven or eight inches of hair were frantically poking out of the gaps, on his neck, face, the back of his hands, and ankles.

The thick black hair overwhelmed his face, Horn couldn't even see his face clearly, but he could see his shiny bald spot.

Yes, he had hair all over his body, but only not on his head.

"Y-you, hello." Horn pursed his lips and shook hands with the elegant wizard.

"I have long admired your name, Lord Horn." Schlinmann elegantly bowed, his furry hand covering the back of Horn's hand, "I didn't expect you to be so young."

"Y-you are also very, uh—handsome!"

Pasilic had done his homework for Horn in advance, and he naturally knew the situation of the Baldhead Society.

The Baldhead Society was originally just a group of alchemists hired by hair loss nobles, originally just to study hair growth elixirs.

So its essence is not a bald-headed secret society, but a secret society that studies bald-headed hair growth.

It was only later, with the help of a witch, that they broke away from the sponsorship of the nobles and began to engage in alchemy potions and spells related to monster taming.

Strangely, they only study how to tame furry beast-like monsters, and they don't care at all about snake-like monsters, which are the most common in Black Serpent Bay.

But Horn never thought that this Baldhead Society wizard would only have no hair on his head, and the rest would be all hair.

Fearing that he would laugh and cause a diplomatic incident, Horn hugged Schlinmann and apologized before going to meet the next secret society leader.

"This is the elder of the Flame Rose Society, Wizard Unken."

Seeing Wizard Unken for the first time, Horn breathed a sigh of relief.

Compared to atypical wizards like Pasilic or Sissi, this old wizard of the Flame Rose Society looked more like the wizard in his impression.

Wearing a soft pointed wizard hat, with a deep hooked nose, a white beard that reached his chest, wearing a one-piece black robe, and holding a ruby-encrusted staff in his hand.

"Very glad to meet you." Unken's eyes still flashed with suspicion, or he was just not good at words, and he asked in the next sentence, "Where is my apprentice?"

With Sissi and Pasilic as a base, Horn already had psychological expectations for the quirky character of the people in Black Serpent Bay, and knew that he was not doing it on purpose.

"Mormont and others are all on Autumn Dusk Island in Great Marsh Township. To be precise, the wizards rescued from Red Copper Fortress, collected from Little Pond City, and surrendered from Rapid Stream City are all gathered on Autumn Dusk Island."

Speaking of the latter, Horn deliberately amplified his voice, and in these convoys, he saw many people dragging their families with them, who should be here to join their families.

In the territory of the Savior Army, places other than Great Marsh Township are the old areas of the Messianic Church, and the atmosphere is relatively closed and resistant to wizards.

In Great Marsh Township, the atmosphere is more open, and it is a new city, with no great resistance to outsiders and wizards.

"When can I see them?"

"You need to register on Autumn Dusk Island first. We will give you the identity of a Free Miracle Priest, and then you can move freely within the territory."

Getting the answer he wanted, Unken bowed to Horn and stepped aside.

Vivienne the old grandmother then introduced Horn to the next visiting secret society leader.

"This is Scholar Kerben of the Dragon Language Scholars Association."

Scholar Kerben was in his early forties, with a mouth full of crooked black teeth, wearing a silk scholar's robe, but with linen patches.

The founder of this Dragon Language Scholars Association was actually a group of Elven scholars and physicians who studied magic.

Among the five arriving secret societies, the Dragon Language Scholars Association is the only completely magic school.

Known for being keen on dissecting monsters and exploring the origin of magic, they are also quite knowledgeable about law and practice, and many Black Serpent Bay cities hire Dragon Language Scholars as consultants.

Horn stretched out his hand to him: "Hello, hello."

"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you." Kerben shook Horn's hand, "I heard that you are a male witch, a rare sight in a thousand years?"

"Ah, you could say that..." Looking at Scholar Kerben, who kept stroking his hand, Horn used a lot of effort to pull his hand out.

"Then can you cast spells? Can you demonstrate it? Can you demonstrate the infection of a Saint right here?

Or can you give me a tube of your blood? Or can you give me a piece of your hair, oh no, can you give me a section of your finger? Or small intestine?

You are a male witch, wouldn't you have both ╰╯ and ({} )? Have you had sex with normal witches? Lady Catherine, have you two had sex..."

Before Kerben could finish speaking, several bald monks with tattoos all over their bodies covered his mouth and dragged him aside.

Although his mouth was covered, he was still struggling and making a whimper.

Standing on the side, Catherine, whose face was red enough to drip blood, and Jeanne, whose face was red enough to drip blood, glared fiercely at Scholar Kerben at the same time.

"Haha, Scholar Kerben is a little direct, please don't mind." The old grandmother waved her hand, and those tattooed monks consciously dragged him away from the scene.

"Hahaha, of course not." Horn sadly found that normally, he should be embarrassed or angry at this time.

But he was incredibly calm at this moment, and even a little familiar, and he even saw some shadows of the old days in this group of people.

"Okay." The old grandmother coughed, "The meeting time for each person is limited. After Scholar Kerben finishes, please allow me to introduce the leader of the Pain Monks, Sefi.

As for Lady Lulles, she was injured in the previous siege battle and came in the same carriage as the leader of the Pain Monks..."

Before the old grandmother could finish speaking, a carriage parked on the side of the road opened its door, revealing a white-haired woman.

She was about six foot three, with masculine features, wearing a loose black nun's robe, but you could still see the bulging muscles.

On her resolute and dignified face, there were many scars of various sizes, and even new scars with wet blood.

Horn recalled the information, single-handedly, first to climb and capture the city, tall and strong...

There was no mistake, this was the leader of the Joan Party, Lulles.

Without waiting for the old grandmother to introduce her, Horn took the initiative to greet her and stretched out his hand to the tall and strong woman.

"You must be Lady Lulles."

The woman looked at him for a second or two, but did not speak, just shook hands solemnly, then turned and took a little girl out of the carriage.

Just as she was about to put her on the ground, Horn took the lead and took the little girl into his arms, affectionately pinching her chubby cheeks: "Is this your daughter?"

The white-haired nun still didn't speak, just stared blankly at Horn.

"Lady Lulles?"

Horn felt something was wrong at this moment. He approached and looked carefully at the white-haired nun's mouth, but found that it was sewn up with needle and thread.

She couldn't speak, so the handshake just now was a default?

Horn glanced at the empty carriage, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on his back.

The old grandmother's strange voice sounded from behind: "The one in front of you is the leader of the Pain Monks, Sefi."

This is Sefi, so where is Lulles? There's no one else in the carriage.

Horn suddenly felt that everyone around him was quiet, especially the natives who were staring straight at him.

"The one in your arms is the leader of the Joan Party, Lady Lulles."

"Oeeh."

A hoarse smoky voice rang from his arms, and the little girl with pigtails had a strong smell of blood and tobacco as soon as she opened her mouth.

"How long do you want to hold me?"