In the afternoon, just before three o 'clock, Silly-Head hurried into the mercenary union with his little bundle on his shoulder.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Silly-Head tapped gently on the door of President Kerry's office.

'Come in, please.' "President Kerry said from inside.

"President, have you finished your letter? I've come to get it." Silly-Head opened the door and said to the president.

"Well, it's already written. Remember, this letter must be delivered to President Sheffer himself, because it concerns you." President Kerry picked up the letter from his desk and said solemnly to Silly-Head.

'My business? What is it? ' 'Silly-Head asked puzzled.

"Well, it's a long story, the mayor has decided to have the clock repaired, so your job may have to be canceled, and you know how you are in the mercenary union, which is not a charity after all, so I'm going to recommend you to my good friend, let you be his sideman, how about that?" President Cree explained patiently.

"A sidekick? Sir, is a sidekick better than a mercenary? Is there money in it?" Silly-Head inquired uneasily.

Kerry of course understand Silly-Head's mouth "money" two words, not "future" two words, hold a smile to explain: "Of course there is, President Shafer is the local number one rich man, you will follow him will eat hot, drink spicy......"

"Really? Chairman, I'll go. ' Silly-Head perked up at the good news.

"Oh, that's all right. Less talk and more work. Don't embarrass me." Kerry smacked Silly-Head on the shoulder with a smile on his face and spoke enthusiastically.

"Yes, Sir. I'll work hard." Silly-Head's passionate statement.

"Well, before I leave, I have nothing good to give you. I used this magic wand in my early school days. I will give it to you in the hope that you can do something with it." "Said President Kerry, taking a very old magic stick out of a drawer and handing it to him.

Silly-Head was so excited that he snatched it out of President Kerry's hand and looked at it earnestly with an uncontrollable smile on his face.

"That's very kind of you, President. Thank you very much... Well, it's almost time, I have to go, President, what do you have to say?" Silly-Head looked down at the clock on the wall and became worried.

"Well, there's nothing more to tell you. I just hope you don't forget me when you're rich." President Kerry said with a smile.

"No, I won't forget a good man like you. Take care of yourself, Mr. Kerry." "Silly-Head said and made a deep bow to President Kerry.

As he left President Kerry's office and entered the lobby, Silly-Head saw Jon, deputy Chief of the Genius Mercenary, standing on the steps looking around, thinking, "I'm not the only one missing."

As he thought, Silly-Head trotted past Jon with a smile on his face.

"Boss Jon, were you looking for me?" "Silly-Head asked cautiously.

'Well, why is it so late? Remember, be late one more time and you'll be fired. ' "Jon said with a sulky white look.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll remember. It won't happen again." Silly-Head hunched over an angry Jon for fear he would kick her out of the team.

"Well, that's your vehicle. Bring it yourself and be ready to go." Jon said impatiently to Silly-Head, pointing down a little donkey tied to a stone post near the steps.

"Donkey?" "Silly-Head blurted out in surprise.

"What's wrong with donkeys? Who do you think you are? Donkeys are good." "Sneered a mercenary who was pulling a horse.

"No, nothing, the donkey is fine..." Silly-Head hid his displeasure in embarrassment.

"Ha ha..." The mercenaries at the foot of the stairs laughed uncontrollably.

The laughter was full of disdain, but that was no longer of any concern to Silly-Head, who pretended not to have heard him and walked over to the donkey. The donkey was right, but the donkey was too small.

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"Oh, man, let's make friends." Silly-Head put his hand to the bridle as he approached the donkey.

But before Silly-Head's hand was fully out, the donkey came closer, and not only that, he put out his big tongue, and licked Silly-Head's hand.

"You don't like me," said Silly-Head. "Silly-Head said nervously to the donkey.

"Hey, not only do I like you, I want to eat you..."

Suddenly Silly-Head heard the words from the donkey in front of him. They made him break out into a cold sweat, and before he could smell them, he felt a great pain in his hand.

"Ah..." Silly-Head lets out a plaintive cry.

"What's going on? The sellsword, not far away, came running at the sound of Silly-Head.

"This donkey can talk and bite..." "Silly-Head explained, holding up his bloody hand.

"What? Ha, ha, we've seen biting donkeys before. It's the first time I've heard of a talking donkey. Silly-Head, give the donkey two words, and let's listen." The mercenaries turned their eyes at the donkey and Silly-Head, and laughed unkindly.

Silly-Head looked at the serene donkey and the commotion of the mercenaries, and with a burst of regret said, "How foolish I was. Even if the donkey were a godass, I should not have been so confused."

"Silly-Head, what are you doing? You were late for no reason, and now you're making a fool of yourself?" "Jon said after squeezing in and glancing at Silly-Head.

"Boss Jon, I... I got bit by a donkey." Silly-Head said, dropping his head in shame.

"Well, if you can't handle a brute, you're a disgrace to the mercenary world, and I wouldn't have asked you to join me if it weren't for twenty men, and I couldn't find help at the moment, and remember, don't make any more trouble for me, or I'd rather not take it, and I'd kick you out too. Now, get ready, everybody, and go." Jon gave Silly-Head a bitter reprimand before giving the order.

The mercenaries saw the head angry, one clever mouth shut, just from their constant twitching mouth, or can see that they have not yet from the 'joke' out of the situation, reluctantly left Silly-Head, busy with their own business, only occasionally a few mercenaries will inexplicably stop their work to laugh.

Silly-Head helplessly rolled down his eyes, his eyes fell on the donkey, and he cursed in a low voice: "Fuck, Durad, you are not dead, huh, you will be your donkey in this life, don't want to do back to what dragon."

"Bah, I'm not afraid. As soon as the curse is lifted, I'll be a dragon again, and you'll have to live without magic." The sound came again from the donkey's mouth.

Then one donkey was alone, his four eyes staring at each other with great hostility.

"Silly-Head, come on, let's go." Jon hissed again in the distance.

"Coming, coming..." Silly-Head shouted, and tried to put out his hand for the REINS, but the donkey, not to be weak, opened his mouth wide, and waited for Silly-Head to put his hand close to him.

As the mercenaries mounted their horses and rode away one by one, Silly-Head grew anxious and drew a knife from his breast.

"You... What do you want? ' "Asked the donkey cautiously.

"Hey, what do you think I want? Behave yourself, Durad, or I'll castrate you even if I don't do my job, and then even if my curse is no longer effective, you'll be nothing but a eunuch dragon." Silly-Head said bitterly to the donkey.

The donkey was taken aback by Silly-Head's words. His hind legs clenched a little. His eyes widened as he gazed at the knife in Silly-Head's hand. "This madman will not come to the real thing. In that case, even if I eat him, it will not offset my loss. Damn it, a good man does not eat his loss, let him take advantage of it."

"Oh, Grace, no, no, you should be Silly-Head, come on, don't you have a mission? Let me help you with that." "Said the donkey, bowing to Silly-Head.

"Well, is that a compromise? But I have one request, that you do not play dirty, and throw me off my back when I am not looking, or I will castrate you." Silly-Head continued to threaten with an evil grin on his lips.

"Ok, OK, I promise." The donkey reluctantly agreed to Silly-Head's threat.

Seeing the donkey give in, Silly-Head was relieved and thought, "Cather you, I'm afraid you'll kick me to death before I finish you, fool. You're the most stupid dragon I've ever seen."

Silly-Head grinned from ear to ear, but his face showed no sign of it. He grabbed the REINS with a serious face, and climbed joyfully onto the donkey's back.

Plop, but before Silly-Head could utter a sound of joy, he was thrown sideways from the smooth donkey's back, and sat down on the ground.

"I didn't do it, I didn't move," he said. The donkey's uneasy justification.

"I'm so angry. Why didn't you prepare a saddle?" Silly-Head scolds the donkey, rubbing his sore bottom.

"I prepare, where do I prepare? "Said the donkey, with a sad face.

"Well, dare to quibble, it is your fault, and I will settle with you later." Silly-Head climbed up on the donkey again, this time straddling it, and pointing to the procession that had already begun, commanded, "Run and follow."

The donkey let out a loud cry and ran after them.

Silly-Head was very hard to drive the donkey, but the donkey was too small to bear the burden, so he could only chase far behind the team, which caused him to secretly climb the last car from time to time to let the donkey have a rest, but even so, Silly-Head still felt very happy, the heart of the unprecedented task, full of confidence.

"The task is completed, I am the F-level mercenar, even if Jon this guy left and right buckle, I can at least get ten gold coins, at that time, I want to eat a big meal, and then add some new clothes to myself, and then find a way to dispose of the donkey Du Rader..." Silly-Head leaned back against the cart and thought of good things.

Silly-Head was thinking merrily, and the donkey, who was following closely behind, was having a fierce battle in his mind: "Ah, damned magician, turning the noble, magical, magnificent dragon Durad into a donkey to be ridden, it is a crime that cannot be forgiven, and I will surely pay for this revenge, you wait, as soon as the curse on me is gone, I will eat you alive..."

In the evening, the advancing procession stopped.

Jon's voice came from ahead, and Silly-Head got out of the cart, untied the donkey's REINS, and peeped forward. Jon was pointing to a dirt slope not far away, talking to the owner of the team, who kept nodding his head, as if the team were going to camp for the night.

Sure enough, the caravan moved again, and the upland was its destination.