People always feel extremely far away when they have never been to places they have never been to, and they always think about how far the road is and when they can reach it. However, they don’t feel like this at all when they have been to places they have been to.

Rebow walked alone on the wooded path leading to Baron Lona's villa.

Unlike the first time, this time he rode a horse like those high-ranking nobles.

This is also in accordance with Mr. Hyde's instructions.

Because for a thief, finding a place according to a map drawn in extremely detailed is the most basic ability.

What's more, although Ruibo has learned to ride a horse, he has never tried running long distances.

Riding a horse for one or two hours and thirty or forty kilometers is not considered a horse riding trip. How should you save the horse's physical strength when running a long distance? At the same time, adjust your fatigue level. This is not something you can master when walking around a horse every morning.

Ruibo slowed down the horse's pace and touched the horse's neck with his right hand. It was slightly damp, but he had not seen any sweat yet. It seemed that he had control of it well.

It takes half a day to get from Lai to Pitton if you are in a carriage, but it will be much faster to ride a horse.

Especially when the person riding on the horse was just a short stature and not fully mature boy, and the horse was a purebred horse of excellent bloodline, it was nothing from Lai to Pidon.

It is also Mr. Hyde's intention to ride this horse instead of the pony that he is used to riding.

Ruibo has some understanding of this.

Those high-ranking nobles only took a long journey to ride a carriage, and usually rode on horseback on shorter distances.

Unlike the luxurious decoration of a carriage, riding a horse is comparable to whether the blood of a horse is pure and excellent.

A good horse with pure blood can even be sold for 5,000 gold Francs.

The pure bloodline of many horses is strictly controlled by one or several families. These horses are sometimes more proof of identity than their family heraldry.

Those families will never sell these thoroughbred horses.

In fact, many experts familiar with horses can tell at a glance which country, where the thoroughbred belongs to, and which family it owns, because these thoroughbreds are really rare, and their genealogies are much simpler than those with deep roots and lush leaves.

The horse that Ruibo rode was a thoroughbred horse that was never sold by a prominent family in Italy.

This four-year-old stallion is the second generation of thoroughbred horses of this lineage.

The stolen four purebred young horses from each male and female were once one of Mr. Hyde's most proud masterpieces when he was young.

What's even better is that even the family itself did not realize that the purebred blood horses owned by their family had been spread to the people.

With these horses and other simple arrangements, the most stubborn guys in the Elder House recognized Mr. Hyde's aristocratic bloodline, and was the side branch of a prominent noble family of Yile.

In fact, if Mr. Hyde was willing to give one of these horses to a duke, the person who called the wind and rain in the Presbyterian House would even ask His Majesty the King to give Mr. Hyde a baron title.

However, Mr. Hyde himself obviously did not care whether it was a lord or a baron. As long as he had a noble title, it would be very helpful to him.

Today, Mr. Hyde had no idea what purpose he wanted Rebbo to ride this purebred horse to the banquet.

Walking on the path in the woods, although this is Tongjun Avenue from Pitton to Serthburg, the dense forest covers this road that can pass through two carriages in parallel, so it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a path.

After walking five or six miles, there was a fork in the road. Turning over and walking about ten miles was the Baron's villa.

At this moment, suddenly there was a thunder sound in my ears.

Lightning flashed through the sky one after another, illuminating everything in the woods.

Before Ruibo could react, the bean-sized raindrops fell down with crackling, hitting the dense top canopy of the woods.

Although it hadn't been raining for a while, Ruibo knew that the raindrops would fall on him sooner or later. It was still ten miles away from the villa. If you were faster, you might be able to get there before your whole body was wet.

Thinking of this, Ruibo urged his mount and the purebred horse under his foot seemed to run forward. Obviously, when he heard the thunder, the horse also knew what was going to happen. A horse with noble blood like him did not want to be covered with dust and fallen leaves all over his body.

Suddenly another lightning flashed by, and Ruibo felt intuition that the lightning was quite close to the ground.

Subconsciously he slowed down.

The raindrops dripped through the gaps of the leaves on Ruibo's body and face.

The dust that was originally stained on the leaves flowed down the cheeks and into the collar of the clothes.

The rain flows down the back of the spine.

The rain was even heavier than Ruibo had expected.

At this moment, Ruibo suddenly found a fallen tree in front of him. The half was completely burnt and had become traces of black charcoal. This was the masterpiece left by the lightning bolt just now.

The tree was obviously very big when it was alive, and it was probably the tallest plant nearby. Therefore, after it collapsed on the ground, it also occupied a large area of ​​land.

Not only was the entire road tightly blocked, but even the places where the roadside could have been surrounded by broken branches were also densely filled with broken branches.

It is obviously not something that can be done in a short while to clean up these broken branches and leaves.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier in the sky, and Ruibo had already been wet all over. He wondered if he should go back to Pidon City first, but he had no money at all. What could he do if he could return to the city?

Or go back to the fork in the past and remember that there should be another path leading deep into the woods, and perhaps it can lead to Baron Lonna's villa from there.

Even if this is not the case, it would be great if they could find a family. They also lived in the woods. They should have some understanding of the Baron's house and should not turn themselves out.

Thinking of this, Ruibo drove quickly towards the road that turned around.

It is definitely not a pleasant thing to run wildly in the rain.

My hair was already wet and stuck to my forehead.

The rain flows into the eyes along the bridge of the nose, making the vision blurred.

As for the clothes that have been soaked in rain, it is so uncomfortable that it is entangled and absorbed on the skin.

These cold liquids also bring coldness and bone-breaking cold.

Ruibo urged the horse to march quickly on the path deep in the woods.

Sometimes a leaf that flies over and hurts when it hits the face.

Is the road easy to walk? Are horses tired? It is no longer something that Ruibo needs to care about.

The only thing Ruibo has to care about is whether there is a place to hide from the rain.

Just when Ruibo was in great pain for the sudden heavy rain.

A villa gradually appeared in front of him.

Ruibo couldn't have thought so much, so he activated the horse under his crotch to rush towards the villa.

When he got closer, Ruibo looked up and saw that the villa was quite unique.

A tower towering beyond the canopy is built in the center of the villa, which is the most conspicuous part of the villa.

Looking closely, the three-story villa seemed to be connected with the surrounding trees. The trees formed a round arch to cover the entire building tightly. There was no drop of rainwater seeping in here.

Ruibo tied his horse to a tree next to him and walked up to knock on the door carefully.

‘Who is it? What’s the matter?’ There was an extremely old voice coming from the door.

‘My name is Ribo, Ribo Hyde, and he is a passing person. Because it rains too heavily, he wants to find a place to hide from the rain. If you feel that it is not suitable for me to enter the room, please let me wait in this only clean place until the rain stops before leaving, okay? ‘When I said that last sentence, Ribo's voice trembled a little. He wrapped his hands around and curled up his body into a ball, trembling in the cold wind.

‘It must be very cold outside, come in.’ The old voice sounded again.

The door opened silently.

Ribo's eyes widened and looked at everything inside the door in surprise.

That's a completely different world.

Although the villa has three floors from the outside, when you see inside, there is only one room at all.

It was a huge room, with a hollow glass column leading straight to the top of the tower in the middle. Rebbo couldn't even be sure that it must be glass, because he had never seen the glass radiate soft blue light slightly.

In addition, the most conspicuous one is the four large tables filled with various test equipment.

Those large tables are longer and larger than the dining tables placed in Hyde Manor, but the materials and craftsmanship of the production are obviously incomparable.

These four tables are spliced ​​with five-inch thick oak wood, and the structure is extremely solid and thick.

The things on the table were something Ruibo had never seen before.

Long, round, spiral, spherical, anyway, all kinds of strange-shaped glass flasks piled up two tables.

Those flasks and beakers were boiled with red and green things. On the other two tables were all kinds of small and unique objects, including flying dragons made of feathers, simple and ridiculous dolls made of leather, silk thread, and small wooden sticks, and elves made of leaves and flowers...

Ribo cannot tell the purpose or origin of every thing placed here.

The walls around the villa are obviously huge cabinets with various materials, and countless drawers make this strange room like a huge honeycomb, with labels on each drawer with the name of the material written on it.

Huge cabinets were built all the way to the ceiling. To facilitate access to these materials, circles of stairs were also built along the walls. The slope of the stairs was very small, so the stairs looked very long.

In this room, the only thing that is more normal is a rocking chair, which is a rocking chair that is too ordinary to be more ordinary.

Ruibo looked left and right but couldn't find the owner of the room. Where was the old man who was talking just now hiding?

As if answering Ribo's question, the old voice came over from the top of the tower: 'I haven't visited here for a long time. Kid, if you are interested, you can come up there.'

‘I am extremely honored to be able to see your appearance, so how can I get up?’ Ruibo glanced at the stairs that only lead to the roof and asked.

‘Ah, look at me, I’m old and confused, kid, just stand in the middle pillar.’ The owner of the house said with a smile.

Rebow followed the instructions and walked into the transparent pillar in the middle of the house. Now he was sure that it was definitely not glass.

The glass is hard and cold and breaks when knocked.

This pillar is more like a jelly, soft to the touch and slightly exudes a hint of heat.
To be continued...