Chapter 501 How long do you want to hold me?

Skillfully letting Pasrick and the old grandmother pull the strings, Horn turned and walked towards Grampven who was waving at him.

"Good boy, you ran to Black Snake Bay without saying a word." Walking up to the grinning Grampven, Horn gave him a hammer, "The Cheka said you defected and are planning to detain the entire troupe.

If Futseva hadn't spoken to delay the time, your little team would have been arrested and thrown into jail."

"It's an emergency. Dia has been pregnant for ten months and is about to give birth. How can I not be anxious?" Only then did Granpuwen take a child from the purple nanny next to him.

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

Horn took the tightly wrapped baby from Grampven's hands with surprise and reached out to tease his wrinkled little face.

It has to be said that for the Grampwen couple, beauty is secondary, health is the most important thing.

After all, given Dia's physical condition and the sequelae of being a witch, who knows if they will be passed on to her offspring.

"What's his name?"

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

"Jules, nice name."

As soon as Horn finished speaking, he saw Dia, wrapped in a thick woolen cloak, sitting in a wheelchair, and coming forward, pushed by a bald, tattooed monk.

"It's been a year, Dia."

Compared to the still skinny Grampven, Dia has gained a little weight, but it is the kind of puffy fat or swollen fat.

You can tell from her thin wrists and pale face that giving birth to this child must have been very hard on Dia.

"Yeah, I haven't seen you for a year."

Dia opened her hollow eyes. Although she couldn't see, she could take the baby from Horn's hands accurately. "Who would have thought that in one year you could capture Fort Jeanne, then break Black Mountain Fort, rush to the aid of Little Pond City, and sweep through Rapid City. You won four battles and four victories. Your name is everywhere in Black Snake Bay."

After chatting with Dia and the others for a while, the old grandmother came over with Pasrick, who looked awkward.

After the old grandmother chatted with Horn for a while, she began to introduce him to several secret party elders who had arrived.

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

The corners of Horn's mouth trembled, and he held it back to prevent a V-shaped frown from forming on his face.

The middle-aged man in front of me was wearing a white ruffled shirt and an elegant vest.

But at the cuffs and collar, seven or eight inches of sweat hair grew wildly from the gaps, on the neck, face, back of hands, and ankles.

His face was covered with thick black hair, and Horn couldn't even see his face clearly, but he could see the top of his head reflecting the shining light.

Yes, his whole body is covered with hair except on his forehead.

"Hello, hello." Horn straightened his lips and shook hands with the elegant wizard.

"I've heard of your great name for a long time, Mr. Horn." Schlingmann bowed gracefully and covered the back of Horn's hand with his hairy hand. "You are actually so young. It's really beyond my expectation."

"You, you're also very, uh-handsome!"

Pasrick had done homework for Horn in advance, so he naturally knew the situation of the Baldhead Society.

The Bald Society was originally just a group of alchemists hired by aristocrats with hair loss, originally just to study the alchemical potions produced by hair loss.

So in essence it is not a secret party of bald heads, but a secret party that studies the origin of bald heads.

But later, with the help of a witch, he broke away from the sponsorship of the nobles and started to develop alchemical potions and spells related to monster taming.

What is strange is that they only study how to tame furry beast monsters. They are not interested in snake monsters, which are the most common in Black Snake Bay.

But Horn never imagined that this wizard from the Bald Society had no hair except on his head, and the rest of the body was covered with hair.

Fearing that his laughter would cause a diplomatic incident, Horn hugged Schlingmann, apologized, and went to meet the next leader of the secret party.

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

Horn breathed a sigh of relief the first time he saw Wizard Onken.

Compared to atypical wizards like Pasrick or Sissi, this old wizard from the Flaming Rose Society was quite similar to the wizards he had in mind.

He wore a soft pointed wizard hat, deep eyes, a hooked nose, a large white beard that reached down to his chest, a one-piece black robe, and held a ruby-inlaid staff in his hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." There was still a gleam of suspicion in Onken's eyes, or maybe he was just not good at speaking. The next thing he asked was, "Where is my apprentice?"

With Sissi and Pasrick as a foundation, Horn had already had a mental expectation of the peculiar character of the people of Black Snake Bay and knew that he did not do it on purpose.

"Mormont and the others are all on Autumnset Isle in the Great Marsh. To be more precise, the wizards who were rescued from the Copper Fortress, gathered from the Little Pond City, and surrendered from the City of Rapids are all gathered on Autumnset Isle."

Speaking of the latter part, Horn deliberately raised his voice. He saw many people with children in these convoys. They should be those who came to seek refuge with their families.

In the territory of the Salvation Army, the areas outside of Daze Township are all old areas of the Messiah Church, where the atmosphere is relatively closed and they are very resistant to wizards. In Daze Township, on the other hand, the atmosphere is relatively open, and it is a new town, so they are not very resistant to outsiders and wizards.

“When can I see them?”

"You need to register at Autumn Dusk Island first. We will grant you the status of Free Miracle Priests, and then you can move freely within the territory."

After getting the answer he wanted, Onken bowed to Horn and stepped aside.

Grandmother Vivian introduced Horn to the next visiting leader of the secret party.

"This is Maester Kelburn of the Draconic Scholars."

Maester Kilburn was in his early forties, with a mouth full of crooked black teeth, and wore a satin scholar's robe with linen patches on it.

The founders of the Dragon Language Scholars Society are actually a group of El scholars and doctors who study magic.

Of the five secret parties that have arrived, the Draconic Scholars will be the only one that is a purely magical school.

Known for their passion for dissecting monsters and investigating the origins of magic, they are also well-versed in law and practice. Many cities in Black Snake Bay employ dragon language scholars as consultants.

Horn extended his hand to him: "Hello, hello."

"Nice to meet you." Kelben held Horn's hand. "I heard that you are a witch man that is rarely seen in a thousand years?"

"Ah, you could say that..." Looking at Maester Kelben who kept stroking his hand, Horn used a lot of strength to pull his hand away.

"Then do you know how to cast spells? Can you demonstrate it to me? Can you show me how to infect the Holy Favored One?
Or can you give me a tube of your blood? Or can you give me a hair, no, can you give me a piece of your finger? Or your small intestine?
You are a male witch, so you have both ╰╯ and ({})? Have you ever made love with a normal witch? Sir Catherine, have you two ever made love..."

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

Although his mouth was covered, he continued to struggle and made a whimpering sound.

Standing aside, Catherine, whose face was red as if bleeding, and Jeanne, whose face was red as if bleeding, glared at Maester Kelburn at the same time.

"Haha, Maester Kelben was a little blunt, please don't be offended." The old grandmother waved her hand, and the tattooed monks consciously dragged him away from the scene.

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

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

"Alright." The old grandmother coughed, "Everyone has a limited time to meet. Now that Maester Kelburn has finished speaking, please allow me to introduce Sephy, the leader of the Order of Painful Monks.

As for Lady Lulos, she was injured in the previous siege, and she came here in a carriage with the leader of the Painful Monks..."

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

She was about 1.9 meters tall, with a masculine appearance. She was wearing a loose black maternity robe, but her bulging muscles could still be seen.

There were many scars of different sizes on his resolute and solemn face, and there were even new scars with wet blood.

Horn recalled the intelligence: He was alone, the first to capture the city, tall and strong...

There is no mistake, this is the leader of the Joan Party, Lulules.

Without waiting for the old grandmother to introduce her, Horn took the initiative to walk forward and extended his hand to the tall and strong woman.

"You must be Lady Lulos."

The woman looked at him for a second or two but said nothing. She just shook his hand solemnly, then turned around and took a little girl out of the carriage.

Just as he was about to put her on the ground, Horn took the lead, held the little girl in his arms, and pinched her chubby face affectionately: "Is this your daughter?"

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

"Lord Lulos?"

Horn felt something was wrong at this moment. He moved closer and looked carefully at the white-haired woman's mouth, only to find that it was sewn with needle and thread.

She can't speak, so wasn't the handshake just now a tacit agreement?
Horn glanced at the empty carriage, and suddenly a layer of cold sweat appeared on his back.

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

This is Sephy, and where is Lulos? There is no one else in the carriage.

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

"The person in your arms is the leader of the Joan Party, Her Excellency Lulos."

"Oh."

A hoarse voice came from the arms, and when the little girl with twin ponytails opened her mouth, a strong smell of blood and tobacco came out.

"How long do you want to hold me?"

(End of this chapter)