Roger wanted to hold back his laughter, because it was really rude to laugh, but he couldn't. He watched the Baron jump forward, with his face on the ground, a chair on his back, trying to crawl towards his sword, like a

A snail. But there were no snail legs on the baron's cheek, and his legs were tightly tied to the chair, unable to move at all. No matter how much the baron groaned, he couldn't move forward.

The baron opened his mouth and tried to drag himself with his teeth. Roger thought, this was a genius idea. Unfortunately, it didn't work. Apart from digging a hole in the ground and burying his nose in it, it had no effect.

Others couldn't hold it anymore. They laughed at the failures of their predecessors and then started their own failures.

The blacksmith tried to roll over. He moved left and right to make himself swing. He thought he could roll over four bases in a row to score, but he fell down at the first base. He lay sideways on the ground with the chair, and he hammered his head sideways.

The ground, except for making a "dong dong" sound, has no use at all.

The coachman tried his best and chose to flip backwards. This was a dangerous move. He asked others: "Is there anything behind me?"

"Nothing."

So the coachman fell down. He curled up his head as much as possible to prevent the back of his head from hitting the ground, but this was inevitable. The coachman, who was tightly tied to the chair, made a "clang" and turned into a turtle upturned in the sky, and then

There is no way.

The ranger was very confident in his skills, so he chose to challenge a difficult action. He tried his best to rotate and shake the chair. At first he succeeded, he made the chair rotate on one foot, and then switched to the other foot to rotate. All

Everyone was cheering for him. He succeeded in turning himself towards the baron's sword, and the speed was getting faster and faster, like a whirlwind. But he soon lost his sense of direction, and everyone saw him hit the table headfirst, and was killed.

After it bounced off, it rolled on the ground several times.

This result inspired some people. Both the baron and the blacksmith tried to roll. In the end, the baron turned into an upturned turtle, and the blacksmith changed sides and lay on his side.

The chair the priest was sitting on was wider than him, and the back of the chair was higher than his head. So when he tried to jump forward, the back of the chair was supported on the ground, together with his knees, and held it firmly. As a result, the priest who was tightly bound

Only his knees were on the ground, and all the weight was basically there. He shouted in pain: "God, forgive me."

Roger felt that the priest should indeed repent. If he often knelt down to pray, his knees would have developed calluses, and he would not be in such pain now.

Seeing everyone struggling in disarray, Roger felt that he had to do something. He looked at the pony clinging to him and had an idea. He said to everyone: "Gift and I used to play a game.

It's a kicking game, or you can let it kick you, but I can't guarantee that it can control the severity well."

"Let me kick you in any way you want." The priest shouted in pain, and others also agreed.

So Roger called "Gift" to play football, but he couldn't direct it normally, so he could only let the pony play freely. He could see that "Gift" was very happy, and it was very happy every time he let it play games.

Roger watched the "gift" step forward and kick the baron on the head. The kick was a bit harsh, and Roger couldn't help but close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he saw "Gift" walking up to the blacksmith and kicking him in the stomach. The kick made the blacksmith slide sideways and lay there on his side, "Uh-huh" and retching.

When Roger saw the "gift", he kicked the coachman and the ranger to the ground again, but it was no use, they still couldn't reach the sword, only two wounded people were grinning and hissing and sucking in the air-conditioning.

Then the "gift" walked up to the priest, but hesitated.

The priest became anxious: "Kick me, kick me hard."

But the "gift" looked left and right, but it just didn't kick.

The priest confessed: "Oh God, I am guilty and deserve to be punished."

Roger discovered that pain can really improve the piety of priests. No wonder some monks like to abuse themselves. He knew why the "gift" didn't kick it because it couldn't find a place to put its feet. In the past, games were played with soft bags filled with hay.

"Gift" is not stupid, it knows that kicking the chair will hurt its feet.

Finally, under Roger's urging, "Gift" thought of a way. It turned around, turned its butt towards the priest, kicked back, and accurately hit the bottom of the chair with the horseshoe.

This was so powerful. Amid everyone's exclamations, the priest flew up. He rolled in the air and hit the wall with a bang. Fortunately, his chair was big enough and withstood all the impacts.

Then he and the chair slid down against the wall. The shock was probably enough, and Roger found that the priest had no sound, not even a "hum".

Roger was very sorry that his idea did not improve everyone's situation, but made everyone suffer.

The baron squinted his eyes to forgive Roger, half of his face was swollen, and he said: "Try again."

The ranger couldn't stand it anymore, and he said: "We don't have to wait until dawn if we do it again. Roger, can't you ask your horse to do something else, such as holding a sword in its mouth and helping us cut the rope?"

Roger was inspired by the ranger's suggestion. He used to play the game of throwing straw bales and letting the "gift" pick it up, but he didn't know if the "gift" could pick up the sword.

Roger greeted the "gift": "Sword, long, pick it up, yes, that's it, pick it up, go to the ranger, yes, oh, no, no, stop, stop quickly, oh, I'm sorry

.”

The ranger howled in pain, and the sword pierced his thigh. Fortunately, it was a fleshy part and did not hit the middle. So it was definitely not a good idea to let the naughty kid pick up a sharp sword.

Roger called the pony back. "Gift" happily held the sword in his mouth, ran back and placed it in front of Roger, just like he had come back with a straw bag in his mouth.

Roger realized that a substitute needed to come on. He looked at the crowd, and everyone who could speak was praying for him.

"God bless!"

He calculated the angle carefully. If he was lucky, he would be able to get the sword with just one kick. If he was unlucky, it might turn into a golf ball that would never hit the hole.

"Hallelujah!" the priest came to life and shouted there, and Roger thought he was inspiring himself to charge like a knight.

Roger gritted his teeth and rushed towards the earth goddess Gaia. He turned his face sideways and expected a gentle kiss. He saw the priest standing up, and Gaia slapped him in the face, causing his face to hurt. His eyes were filled with tears.

During the process, he saw that the priest's chair was broken and the rope was loose on the ground. He did it on purpose. Roger thought bitterly that he must have done it on purpose. If he didn't shout that the rope was loose or that the chair was broken, he could just shout.

The "Hallelujah" that represents victory celebration, he did it on purpose.

The coachman brought dry food and water from his luggage. Roger stroked the "gift" and gave it some dry food. He didn't dare to feed it the food here. Now no one knows which ones are edible and which ones are poisonous. He can only

Make it hungry.

The night was still long, so Roger asked "Gift" to go to the stable to rest first. The coachman also went to the stable to prepare. They would leave before dawn. The ranger moved a chair and sat on the beach, always alert.

"I'll do it, this is my responsibility." The baron held up his sword and looked at Isis who was lying on the ground.

"You can't. You can't bear her curse," the priest said. "It's better for me to do it. God will protect me."

Roger looked at the priest, and his twinkling eyes let everyone see that he was actually not confident.
Chapter completed!