"Ding!"
The bull-slaying knife was nailed to the wooden plank right in the middle of Evan's crotch, along with his pants and magician's robe. The hilt of the knife was trembling slightly, and the cold gleam of the blade made all of the men present subconsciously clamp their legs together.
The pale-faced Evan felt a chill run down his crotch. In that instant, he thought he was going to bid farewell to his identity as a male elf. The sharp blade was less than an inch away from his crotch, and his heart almost stopped beating.
It was clearly just an ordinary bull-slaying knife, but it seemed to be imbued with a needle-like aura. Every time the handle of the knife swayed slightly, he felt as if his heart and nerves were under pressure. He pressed his hands against the side of the carriage and jumped up, trying to get as far away from that terrifying knife as possible.
"Rip!"
The crisp sound of cloth being torn rang out. The bull-slaying knife that was still nailed to the wooden plank easily parted his pants down the middle, creating a long gash from his crotch.
Evan's expression changed, and he hurriedly clamped his legs together and pulled his magician's robe and pants tighter. His face immediately flushed red, and he was as embarrassed as a monkey that had been caught stealing food. His previous arrogance had completely disappeared.
The mercenaries all had strange expressions on their faces upon seeing this. They wanted to laugh, but they had to hold it in. Some of them had already started pinching their own thighs.
"Looks like he's not just a simple chef." Chiwil glanced at Meg with a hint of surprise, and then silently turned his head away with a smile on his face. Meg's flick of his finger had completely changed the trajectory of the bull-slaying knife. Even though he didn't know if it was a coincidence or if he had done it on purpose, it was enough to teach Evan a lesson.
Eva looked at Evan, who was clamping his legs together, and her face immediately blushed. She hurriedly got up, and rummaged through her bag as she said, "Don't worry, Magician Evan, I brought a dress. I'll get it for you right away."
"My pants are torn, and I'm a male elf wearing a flowery dress, and I'm embarrassed," Amy sang in a mellow voice with a joyful smile on her face.
"Hahaha!"
The mercenaries, who were holding back their laughter, couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into laughter. This little girl was really too cute, and her little mouth was a little too powerful.
Evan's face turned even redder. He threw away the floral dress that Eva handed to him and said angrily, "I'm not going to wear this kind of thing!"
"But …" Eva looked at the floral dress that was blown away by the wind and hung on the tree behind. Tears were already welling up in her eyes. That was her favorite dress.
"Shut up!" Evan scolded coldly. His voice was already somewhat hysterical. He had never experienced such humiliation before. Moreover, it was in front of the girl he liked. Now, he wanted to find a hole to hide in.
Eva looked at Evan and silently returned to her seat. Tears slowly slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the ground. She glanced at Meg and Amy from the corner of her eyes, and her eyes were full of resentment. It was these two guys who made the situation like this, and it was because of them that Magician Evan spoke to her like this.
Meg stood up and pulled out the bull-slaying knife from the wooden plank, and looked at Evan with a calm expression as he said, "Next time, you have to hold the knife steady. Otherwise, you won't be so lucky every time."
He wasn't an emotionless clay Buddha, and there was a limit to how magnanimous he could be. If someone wanted to take advantage of him, then he didn't mind teaching them a lesson. This time, the knife was only nailed to his pants. If they continued to be naughty, then the next time, his aim wouldn't be off.
"And next time, you won't even have a dress," Amy added with a serious expression.
"Hmph!" Evan was so angry that his whole body trembled. In the end, he snorted coldly and sat down again. He was the one who snatched the knife first, and almost cut himself. Even if his teeth were broken, he could only swallow it. Just now, he had already embarrassed himself enough. If he continued to argue, then his position in Chiwil's heart would probably drop again. He glanced at the conspicuous knife wound on the wooden plank, and shifted his legs to the side again.
Furthermore, that flick of Mag's finger had also struck him with a sense of wariness. Even though his spatial magic was only at the 1st-tier, he was still able to alter the trajectory of an object in flight. However, he was unable to alter the trajectory of that saber that was hurtling toward him in the slightest.
All of the mercenaries were also looking at Mag with a different light in their eyes. They had initially thought that Mag was a strange chef, but his straightforward personality and straightforward way of doing things made him more like a true knight. As such, they felt that he was more worthy of being friends with than Evan.
"Hello, I'm Dennis. I'm responsible for charging and acting as a meat shield in the Rose Mercenary Group," the minotaur demon said with a smile as he looked at Meg.
"I'm Skol. I'm only responsible for charging," the strong orc sitting next to Dennis said with a silly smile.
"I'm Scott. I'm usually responsible for bringing up the rear," the stocky human knight sitting diagonally opposite smiled.
"I'm Sam. I'm mainly responsible for setting up traps," a middle-aged man introduced himself.
"I'm Sidney. You can also call me Monkey. Other than driving the cart, I'm also responsible for scouting." The skinny young man driving the cart turned around and smiled at Meg, revealing a row of neat white teeth.
"I'm Chiwil. I'm the leader of the Rose Mercenary Group," Chiwil said as he looked at Meg.
Evan turned his face away, the veins on his forehead throbbing as he tried to suppress his anger. Eva buried her head between her legs, clearly not wanting to introduce herself.
"I'm Meg. I'm the owner of Amy's. This is my daughter, Amy." Meg said with a smile. For mercenaries, this kind of introduction meant acceptance. Although he had a bit of an argument with the elf, he still had a good impression of these mercenaries.
"I didn't expect you to be not only a chef, but also a boss. If that's the case, the food you make must be delicious, right? Can you make us a good meal for lunch today? "Sidney looked at Meg expectantly.
The other mercenaries also looked at Meg with sparkling eyes.
"It's not bad. If you want to eat, you can leave lunch to me. But I'll need you to help me with the ingredients." Meg nodded. He had used lunch in exchange for a free ride. This favor was repaid. They didn't owe each other anything.
"That's for sure. When it comes to hunting, we're all veterans!" Monkey said with a smile. The other mercenaries also laughed.
The cart sped forward. The unicorn was a level 2 magical beast. It had a gentle personality, and its endurance and speed were much better than ordinary horses. Even on this bumpy road, it could maintain a decent speed.
Along the way, Meg and the other mercenaries talked and laughed. Amy interjected from time to time, causing a burst of laughter. Except for the sulking couple in the corner, the atmosphere was very harmonious.
"Stop. Prepare for battle."
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