Chapter 195 Friendship from the Horsemen
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Qing Mo Da Xian
On the surface the result was a tie, but the reality was that even Hagrid knew who was slightly better.
Even with the advantage of weapons, losing is losing.
Bane came to Vincent very simply, "You win, human."
"No!" Ronan rushed to Margaret and bent down, "Boss, this is not fair!"
"I can swap weapons and come back—"
"no need."
Vincent looked at Bain in astonishment.
"You know your gun, I know my bow, it's a fair fight."
"Bane!" Ronan looked very excited, "If it's purely a competition of skills, you can't lose to this little pony!"
"Victory is an honor—" Bane reached out to wipe the paint off his face.
"He has Silvio's blessing, and I have the blessing of the chief."
Vincent began to like this straightforward horseman a little bit.
There are many people who just can't accept their failures, and thus go to the other extreme step by step.
For example, Draco, who was sprinting, and a large group of black swans chasing wildly behind him.
Speechless Ronan looked at Margaret, hoping he would give a suitable result.
Instead, he asked an unrelated question, "May I ask your date of birth, little pony?"
"December 7."
"The first day of stepping into Leo, the first light in the darkness."
Vincent looked at Hagrid, who was in a cloud of confusion, and found that he was acting more confused than himself.
Margaret was still talking to herself: "It symbolizes strength, it symbolizes light, it's a very special day."
All the horse people around bowed their heads and whispered.
Is this fortune telling?
The nagging Traufini relies on the "celestial eye", and the centaurs predict the future by planetary movements.
One is a micro perspective and the other is a macro perspective.
Margaret came to Vincent, "Congratulations, you have won this fair competition."
Ronan didn't object this time.
"Tell me, what do you want us to promise you?"
Hagrid gave Vincent a reassuring look.
"I plan to organize students to come to the Forbidden Forest for an outing."
Margaret frowned slightly and then relaxed, "Yes."
"and also--"
Vincent stood up slightly, "I hope to trade some items with you."
"Don't even think about it!" Led by Ronan, a large group of horsemen became excited.
"Quiet." Margaret just said a simple word, and they all shut their mouths.
"What do you need from you?"
"Some alchemy materials."
He shook his head, then nodded, "What can you bring us?"
Vincent raised the blade in his hand.
"Although my ability is not one-thousandth of the teacher's, my learning ability is very strong, and I may have one-tenth of it in the future."
Margaret smiled, "Our race doesn't like to have too much contact with humans, so—"
He looked at Bain, "You are fully responsible for the transaction. This is your punishment for disappointing the clansmen."
"Yes, leader!" Baine pressed his fists to his chest, solemnly accepting this "punishment".
The smoothness of the matter was far beyond Vincent's expectation.
He originally thought that even if he agreed, he would at least have to talk for a while.
Bane stretched out his right hand, "Human, you are very strong."
Vincent also stretched out his right hand, "Actually, I prefer to be called by my name."
While the two hands were clasped together, Margery put both hands on the back of theirs.
"This is the ancient contract of our family, which means that you can contact human beings with us."
Like Silvio's blessing, Vincent felt nothing.
Bane smiled and let go of his hand, "You are the third human being who has been granted permission in the past hundred years."
Needless to say, the first one must be Dumbledore who can even speak Troll.
As for the second place, I don't know.
Vincent looked at Hagrid tentatively, and then got a meaningful look from Bane.
The thick-handed gamekeeper probably got permission once, and then was strictly forbidden to step into the territory of the centaur.
His curiosity was quickly satisfied.
"Hagrid, you can leave now." Margaret raised his hand, and all the centaurs raised their bows and arrows.
According to the physical fitness of the half-blood giant, he resisted and resorted to a move of "Bull Rush", and it is estimated that there are not many people left who can stand.
"I have to protect this kid!" Hagrid yelled.
Margery lowered his hands, "You need to be under our surveillance at all times."
"That—" Vincent showed some hesitation on his face, "Can I ask a question?"
"can."
His eyes swept over the slightly excited horsemen around him, "Where are we going next?"
"Our tribe."
Hagrid walked over with a big grin, "This is their tradition for thousands of years.
Any creature allowed to visit their tribe is a way of symbolizing friendship. "
Today is Wednesday, and there will be no astronomy class until close to the early morning.
The tribe of the centaur, the third human being allowed in the past century.
Don't say there are no classes, even if it's Transfiguration class, you have to go.
In order to take care of a certain "little pony", Margaret at the front didn't run.
They crossed countless tall trees, passed through two winding caves, and finally arrived at a vast grassland.
Vincent was sure that there was absolutely no such place in the Forbidden Forest half a year ago.
Hagrid saw his doubts, "Professor Dumbledore created this place with magic."
Not counting those simple log cabins, only one person can complete the prairie that is at least [-] feet long...
"How long did it take the professor?"
"All night."
Vincent now extremely doubts whether Dumbledore's silver hair has all been permanently glued.
Not only did Voldemort have no nose, he also had no hair.
It is said that Greenwald, who stayed in Nurmengard, does not seem to have many roots left.
Is a head of thick hair a symbol of the strongest in the magic world?
"Hagrid, is there anything I should pay attention to next?"
"No, they treat their friends very warmly."
Vincent's eyes were extremely puzzled, "Then what's the matter with you?"
Hagrid stopped and leaned over and said in a low voice: "The sons of Aragog often go to the centaur's territory. I actually want to resolve the conflict between them..."
No matter who is partial to one side, it will offend the other side.
He claimed that his approach was very fair, but it was a pity that he met a horse man who only believed in death.
"In the beginning, they agreed to divide the territory, but Aragog has too many heirs."
Vincent could imagine the scene where Hagrid went to negotiate with Margaret again and again.
Let alone a horseman, if this matter were to be put on him, he would have to turn his face.
"Hagrid, did it ever occur to you that it was your problem?"
"Eh—" Hagrid shook his head, "I can assure you that I'm really doing it for the good of both of them."
According to his scheming personality, it is actually quite easy to do bad things with good intentions.
……
……
Even with the advantage of weapons, losing is losing.
Bane came to Vincent very simply, "You win, human."
"No!" Ronan rushed to Margaret and bent down, "Boss, this is not fair!"
"I can swap weapons and come back—"
"no need."
Vincent looked at Bain in astonishment.
"You know your gun, I know my bow, it's a fair fight."
"Bane!" Ronan looked very excited, "If it's purely a competition of skills, you can't lose to this little pony!"
"Victory is an honor—" Bane reached out to wipe the paint off his face.
"He has Silvio's blessing, and I have the blessing of the chief."
Vincent began to like this straightforward horseman a little bit.
There are many people who just can't accept their failures, and thus go to the other extreme step by step.
For example, Draco, who was sprinting, and a large group of black swans chasing wildly behind him.
Speechless Ronan looked at Margaret, hoping he would give a suitable result.
Instead, he asked an unrelated question, "May I ask your date of birth, little pony?"
"December 7."
"The first day of stepping into Leo, the first light in the darkness."
Vincent looked at Hagrid, who was in a cloud of confusion, and found that he was acting more confused than himself.
Margaret was still talking to herself: "It symbolizes strength, it symbolizes light, it's a very special day."
All the horse people around bowed their heads and whispered.
Is this fortune telling?
The nagging Traufini relies on the "celestial eye", and the centaurs predict the future by planetary movements.
One is a micro perspective and the other is a macro perspective.
Margaret came to Vincent, "Congratulations, you have won this fair competition."
Ronan didn't object this time.
"Tell me, what do you want us to promise you?"
Hagrid gave Vincent a reassuring look.
"I plan to organize students to come to the Forbidden Forest for an outing."
Margaret frowned slightly and then relaxed, "Yes."
"and also--"
Vincent stood up slightly, "I hope to trade some items with you."
"Don't even think about it!" Led by Ronan, a large group of horsemen became excited.
"Quiet." Margaret just said a simple word, and they all shut their mouths.
"What do you need from you?"
"Some alchemy materials."
He shook his head, then nodded, "What can you bring us?"
Vincent raised the blade in his hand.
"Although my ability is not one-thousandth of the teacher's, my learning ability is very strong, and I may have one-tenth of it in the future."
Margaret smiled, "Our race doesn't like to have too much contact with humans, so—"
He looked at Bain, "You are fully responsible for the transaction. This is your punishment for disappointing the clansmen."
"Yes, leader!" Baine pressed his fists to his chest, solemnly accepting this "punishment".
The smoothness of the matter was far beyond Vincent's expectation.
He originally thought that even if he agreed, he would at least have to talk for a while.
Bane stretched out his right hand, "Human, you are very strong."
Vincent also stretched out his right hand, "Actually, I prefer to be called by my name."
While the two hands were clasped together, Margery put both hands on the back of theirs.
"This is the ancient contract of our family, which means that you can contact human beings with us."
Like Silvio's blessing, Vincent felt nothing.
Bane smiled and let go of his hand, "You are the third human being who has been granted permission in the past hundred years."
Needless to say, the first one must be Dumbledore who can even speak Troll.
As for the second place, I don't know.
Vincent looked at Hagrid tentatively, and then got a meaningful look from Bane.
The thick-handed gamekeeper probably got permission once, and then was strictly forbidden to step into the territory of the centaur.
His curiosity was quickly satisfied.
"Hagrid, you can leave now." Margaret raised his hand, and all the centaurs raised their bows and arrows.
According to the physical fitness of the half-blood giant, he resisted and resorted to a move of "Bull Rush", and it is estimated that there are not many people left who can stand.
"I have to protect this kid!" Hagrid yelled.
Margery lowered his hands, "You need to be under our surveillance at all times."
"That—" Vincent showed some hesitation on his face, "Can I ask a question?"
"can."
His eyes swept over the slightly excited horsemen around him, "Where are we going next?"
"Our tribe."
Hagrid walked over with a big grin, "This is their tradition for thousands of years.
Any creature allowed to visit their tribe is a way of symbolizing friendship. "
Today is Wednesday, and there will be no astronomy class until close to the early morning.
The tribe of the centaur, the third human being allowed in the past century.
Don't say there are no classes, even if it's Transfiguration class, you have to go.
In order to take care of a certain "little pony", Margaret at the front didn't run.
They crossed countless tall trees, passed through two winding caves, and finally arrived at a vast grassland.
Vincent was sure that there was absolutely no such place in the Forbidden Forest half a year ago.
Hagrid saw his doubts, "Professor Dumbledore created this place with magic."
Not counting those simple log cabins, only one person can complete the prairie that is at least [-] feet long...
"How long did it take the professor?"
"All night."
Vincent now extremely doubts whether Dumbledore's silver hair has all been permanently glued.
Not only did Voldemort have no nose, he also had no hair.
It is said that Greenwald, who stayed in Nurmengard, does not seem to have many roots left.
Is a head of thick hair a symbol of the strongest in the magic world?
"Hagrid, is there anything I should pay attention to next?"
"No, they treat their friends very warmly."
Vincent's eyes were extremely puzzled, "Then what's the matter with you?"
Hagrid stopped and leaned over and said in a low voice: "The sons of Aragog often go to the centaur's territory. I actually want to resolve the conflict between them..."
No matter who is partial to one side, it will offend the other side.
He claimed that his approach was very fair, but it was a pity that he met a horse man who only believed in death.
"In the beginning, they agreed to divide the territory, but Aragog has too many heirs."
Vincent could imagine the scene where Hagrid went to negotiate with Margaret again and again.
Let alone a horseman, if this matter were to be put on him, he would have to turn his face.
"Hagrid, did it ever occur to you that it was your problem?"
"Eh—" Hagrid shook his head, "I can assure you that I'm really doing it for the good of both of them."
According to his scheming personality, it is actually quite easy to do bad things with good intentions.
……
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