The old man and the young man began to discuss the taste.
At this moment, the neighing of a horse was suddenly heard.
Rowan suddenly turned his head and heard that his dream horse was frightened!
'Not good!'
Rowan threw away the wooden stick and rushed forward. There were many obstacles ahead.
Rowan's eyes moved quickly. After special training from old Zorro, Rowan's free running and Parkour skills improved and he found a route out of the impossible.
He took three steps to gather strength, and when he was about the right distance away, he suddenly pushed off the ground with his right foot and jumped onto a low wall.
Rowan continued to jump without stopping, and used the wall jump on the other wall to directly leap to the top of a building.
The buildings in the town were narrow, and Rowan leaped like he was hopping on grids, and soon he arrived next to the black Andalusian horse.
He immediately grabbed the reins, and the animal affinity was released.
In a few moves, Rowan calmed down his dream horse and checked its body.
Fine, just frightened. The hoof wasn't broken, the ligaments weren't strained, nothing happened.
When he touched it, the fur felt average and it wasn't well cleaned and cared for.
But the muscle condition was really great.
Contrary to what many people imagine, muscles are actually soft and will only bounce up when force is exerted.
Muscles feel much better to touch than being skinny or having excess fat.
Different areas of fat have different touches, which is another matter.
"Hello!"
The cavalry finally arrived.
Knowing that now was not the time for a conflict, Rowan reluctantly let go of his dream horse and left.
Old Zorro came to him and asked, " Are you gonna Give up?"
"Give up? No, the separation now is just for reunion." Rowan said then turned and waved at the horse's back."See you tonight."
Looking at his smile, Old Zorro smiled and threw something to him.
Rowan took it subconsciously and Iooked down. It was a piece of black cloth.so he couldn't help but ask "Cloth?"
The old man said softly "It's a mask. You still have a chance to regret it now, but as long as you put on the mask, you will be Zorro in the future."
Rowan looked at it for a while, then took the mask with a smile: "This mask is too ugly."
"As long as the person wearing it is handsome than it works."
The old man smiled and turned around "Follow me."
"Where are you going?" Rowan asked
"Let me show you the location." Old Zorro said
"You doubt I can find the stable?" Rowan asked
"I suspect that if you go into the rooms of noble ladies and young ladies, they will entangle you and prevent you from leaving." Old Zorro said with a smile
"You are old but your eyes are still very good." Rowan nodded
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Late at night.
Governor's Palace, Stables.
"Not here."
Rowan, wearing a Zorro mask, leaves disappointed.
As he turned to leave, Rowan ran into a young woman in a white dress who was returning on horseback.
The woman was tall, and the white dress accentuated her straight and well-proportioned curves.
The curve of the collar and the tight buttons fully express the helplessness and resentment of the clothes.
Her long black hair was tied loosely together, and her facial features were extremely beautiful, like an ancient medieval goddess painting. Her amber eyes looked at him with panic and curiosity.
The information flashed through Rowan's mind: Elena, the adopted daughter of Don Rafael Montero, was also the biological daughter of old Zorro Don Diego De La Vega.
There were already many differences, but the two still met as if it was fate.
Rowan looked into Elena's eyes and subconsciously compared them with reality.
Then concluded: better than reality.
When they looked at each other, Elena wanted to turn around and call for help, but she didn't do it in the end.
Perhaps it was because of her competitive spirit that she forced herself to look at Rowan in the face and refused to admit defeat.
Gradually, her eyes were filled with curiosity.
"Good evening, Mr. Masked."
Elena's mouth curled up slightly "What are you stealing?"
"Shh~"
Rowan took a step closer, raised his index finger to his lips, and said in a mellow voice with an elegant tone "Yes, beautiful lady, I want to steal a black Andalusian horse, it is as beautiful as your horse."
He stroked Elena's white horse.
The big hands moved on the white skin.
Maybe it was because the nights in California were so warm, Elena felt as if the heat was transferred to her body.
Something is moving.
Elena squeezed her legs together.
Don't get her wrong, she was worried that the horse would be frightened and throw her off.
She wanted to remind him, that her horse was very shy, but before she could say anything, she saw the white horse rubbing Rowan's palm comfortably.
"How could it be..."
When Elena was surprised, Rowan chuckled and said "I have a unique skill."
"Be careful at night, beautiful lady, there are many bad men."
"Yeah."
Elena's eyebrows relaxed, and her tone was as light and lazy as a ragdoll cat basking in the sun "If you see them, please remind me, Mr. Masked."
"I will."
Rowan bowed gracefully.
After looking at each other for a while, Rowan turned and left.
Elena kept looking at Rowan's back until he disappeared.
She patted the white horse and pretended to be angry and said, "Annie, aren't you afraid of him touching you? How can you protect me like this?"
The white horse called out softly, feeling a little aggrieved as if saying 'Mistress, even you didn't caIl anyone?'
Elena just said it casually, her attention was focused back on Rowan again.
To be precise, it was the mask that made her feel familiar.
She has an adventurous and wild nature in her heart. She looks like a young lady, but she is actually proficient in swordsmanship and is confident that she can handle danger.
But the Zorro mask on Rowan's face was the main reason why she didn't call for help.
Pressing her fingertips gently on her lips, Elena murmured, "Why does that mask feel so familiar to me?"
"who is he?"
Zorro Dungeon Progress: Expert Advice > Elegant Beauty
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"Where's my horse?!"
"My horse is gone!"
"My horse!"
The Spanish soldiers' shrill screams broke the silence of the night.
In the dark night, Rowan saluted gracefully in that direction and rode away gracefully on the 'borrowed' black Andalusian horse.
According to the script, there will be accidents when stealing the black Andalusian horse.
Because Zorro failed to tame the black Andalusian horse, it had a very bad temper and made a very loud noise while riding.
The neighing of the horses attracted the attention of the Spanish soldiers, the camp was in chaos, and a big battle broke out.
For details, you can refer to the scenes in action movies where the protagonist fights against many others at the same time.
According to the script, this plot is a big scene and also a place to create action comedy effects.
A script is one thing, a copy is another. The copy does not limit Rowan's abilities.
Therefore, the problems that troubled the new Zorro could be solved by Rowan with just the touch of his hand.
Animal affinity easily conquers the black Andalusian horse. Then he can simply leave.
But Rowan didn't do that. He hid his beloved horse, returned to the former governor's palace, and came to a church.
Only the priest was wiping the utensils in the church.
Rowan walked over without concealing the sound of his footsteps.
"who?"
The priest turned around.
After seeing Rowan's figure clearly, he was stunned for a moment, and then his cloudy eyes lit up.
The priest was surprised and delighted and said, "Zorro? Is it really you? You don't look older at all!"
'You have aged a lot. I didn't even notice that I am much more handsome than old Zorro...' Rowan grumbled internally but didn't say anything.
At this time, the shouts of Spanish soldiers were heard outside, and Leonhard said, "It's me, Father."
"I need your help now. Is there any place I can hide?"
"Come here!"
The priest was a trustworthy man, and he arranged a place for Rowan to hide without saying anything else, not caring about the danger that 'Zorro' might bring.
Just like more than 20 years ago, Zorro stood up for the people and the people also protected and helped Zorro.
Zorro had no personal helper. The people are Zorro's greatest helpers.
Hiding in the confessional, the priest smiled and said, "It suddenly feels like more than 20 years ago."
Rowan smiled, patted the priest on the shoulder, and bent over to enter the confessional.
As soon as he entered the confessional, a female voice came from behind Rowan "Father?"
Rowan glanced at the thin wooden wall out of the corner of his eye, not surprised.
The confessional is the most special part of the church. Its internal structure is like two telephone booths placed side by side, with a partition in the middle to block the view.
This special layout makes the confessional room like a small world full of drama.
Here, any dogma seems relatively unimportant, and people simply come to speak about their deepest needs.
It could be a psychological appeal, or simply a way to vent stress, or... there could be special needs.