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637 Angry Blood (9)

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A blue S-thunderbolt, like a winding earthworm, quickly crawled across the sky. Everywhere in the clouds, you can see the dense power grid, and the black and oppressive clouds obscure the sunlight, making the earth seem to be the nine abysses of the horror of the yīn forest. Thunder and lightning are accompanied by torrential rain.

The rain poured down from the clouds, swept away by the raging wind, and it looked even more swift and terrifying. In an instant, the bad road turned into a river, and the wind blew the rain, making the Saskobie River that crosses the Parabun seem turbulent.

The trees on both sides of the street, so crushed by the downpour that they could only bend low, looked overwhelmed. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck down in the trees. The bright electric light immediately turned into a piece of fire,

However, the pouring rain also completely extinguished the huge fire in an instant, and even the faint mist that rose up quickly dissipated under the heavy rain.

This is the sphere of influence of rain, and every qiē between heaven and earth must obey the domination of water. The slopes on both sides of the road now look like waterfalls, and those low recesses turn into lakes or oceans in the blink of an eye.

Those who sat in the carriage were lucky, and the only trouble might be the rain that seeped through the windows and the m-n cracks in the carriage, and the muddy, suffocating air inside the carriage. But it was very unfortunate for the puffers who could only walk on the sides of the carriage, their splendid clothes looked very wolf in the rain, they were the servants of the carriage, and without the orders of their masters, they could only follow the carriage, even if knives fell from the sky

There were many such sights, and in addition to the crowds running back and forth in the streets to avoid the rain, it was these servants who were dressed in gorgeous satin costumes but had to move slowly on the sides of the carriage like an ornament

Retracting her frowning gaze from the window, Berlant Bonnie's gaze flickered slightly, and the scene in front of her reminded her of what she had seen in Vikia, where it seemed that there was not much difference between nobles and commoners, the only thing that was, only who was more subtle. And not like Paravon in front of you,

"Miss Bonnie, I'm really sorry, we didn't know you would come, otherwise, my father would have been waiting at home" Opposite her, sat a handsome young man, explaining apologetically, curious eyes, from time to time inadvertently drifting from the opposite side

He is the eldest son of Prais, Prasante, his face is a little nervous and anxious, although he is not a regular knight, but suddenly facing the visit of the knight of Kyoto, who was once a y-n crown, as long as it is a man, he will feel a little uncomfortable,

What's more, the Blant family and the Prais family are famous rivals, when the Duke of Blant was reincarnated, Prais chose to retire to express his anger and protest

"It's nothing, the weather is always so unpredictable in the summer. This visit, it should be that I took the liberty to say" Berrant Bonnie smiled at the corner of her mouth, gently blew the steaming water glass in her hand, looked at the tiny scarlet scarlet scarlets in the cup, with the Bo lines from D-NG in the clear water glass to turn, elegant and gorgeous posture, like a group of red dress dancers dancing in the wind, Berant Bonnie's eyes were a little dazed,

Looking at the tightly wrapped Hua Rui seeds, stretching out their beautiful demeanor in the hot water, was Berlante Bonnie's favorite thing to do in the past, but this time, she felt a little bored, and her eyes looked at the big M-N in the hall from time to time, as if she was paying attention to something through the white S-N rain curtain outside

Soon, Prais, who got the news, came back from outside, and heavy footsteps came from the corridor, and Prasante, who was sitting opposite Bonnie, quickly stood up,

The minister of military affairs, who was drenched by the rain, was still the same as before, but he put his coat on the arm of the M-N servant casually, took a clean M-O towel and wiped it casually, put on a coat handed over by the housekeeper, and walked into the hall where he talked about government affairs without hesitation

"Are you Miss Brant?" his knife-sharp gaze paused on Vekia's envoy's face, clearly recognizing the envoy's identity

After seeing Berlant Bonnie nodding, his solemn surprise was enough to prove that he really didn't know that the envoy of Vicia, that is, the Duke of Bellant's nv son Berrant Bonnie "I'm sorry, can you explain?" Prais asked cautiously, I received a report that the envoy of the Kingdom of Vekia asked for an audience, not the Duke of Raldian Berlande's nv,

"I'm the Wiki envoy, I'm originally a Wikibian" Berrant Bonnie calmly put down the glass of water in her hand and responded indifferently, this Master Prais, she had seen it before, but it was the first time that she really met as an opponent, and it was at close range

Also known as the Dark Aristocrat, compared to his father's brave crown and William Dyer's deep sophistication, this Lord Prais seems to be a little jīng bright and capable, although his face is a little tired pale blue s-, but the hard momentum that exudes from his bones is like a piece of incomparably hard granite, anyone who wants to collide needs to think about whether he is weighty enough,

"You ......"

Prais's mouth opened, and he could see something different from Berrant Bonnie's face, Duke Berrant was a Vecchian, and this was only a secret known to a few high-ranking people, this kind of secret that could cause an uproar, even the closest people would not penetrate it1-,

"My father told me," Berlant Bonnie responded, "he instructed me to bring his ashes back to Vicchia for burial, this country made him feel cold, he fulfilled the duty of a knight to his master, the world to which he belonged was cold, he only wanted to return to his homeland, where his roots were"

"I'm sorry about your father," Prais hesitated for a moment, then said apologetically, "Actually, there is one thing I have always wanted to tell you, no matter what rumors are out there, your father is the greatest warrior of Raldian

"Thank you" Blant Bonnie nodded, her indifferent face was a little white, this was the second time she heard someone say such a thing, the first time was the Vecchia Falcon known as the undefeated god of the Big 6, and the second was Prais,

"His death is the greatest loss to the kingdom of Ryrdian," Prais sighed,

"But he still has to die for the sake of need, doesn't he?" Bellant Bonnie raised her face and looked at him with a cold gaze, after more than half a year of the fat man's "edification of dark thoughts", the cold NV knight in the past has become more and more transformed into a dark royal sister.

The ice-like question made Prais's face turn red and white, and he didn't know how to answer, Berrant's death was originally arranged by the royal family, in order to resolve the resentment of the Southern Army, and also to cover up his mistakes in the Northern War

"I'm sorry, it's me who said it too much, adults can take care of the Blant family regardless of their previous suspicions, Bonnie already feels that this matter has nothing to do with adults, it's me who is too far-fetched" It seems that she feels that she has some signs of anger towards others, Blant Bonnie said with an apologetic face

"It's nothing, just get rid of your resentment"

Prais said with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, he could feel the hatred of the royal family in Berrant Bonnie's heart, it is undeniable that in this matter, the royal family has gone a little too far, but the death of Duke Berlant has undoubtedly given the royal family, which has always been bound by the military circles, a rainbow opportunity

"This time I came to the Lord's Mansion just as a courtesy for juniors," Bonnie said in a slow voice, "As a Vekia envoy, you may be offended by your lordship at the negotiating table, so you need to come and visit first anyway, otherwise my father's heroic spirit will be blamed."

Berlante Bonnie stood up solemnly from her seat, saluted the stunned Plais again, and then strode out of the living room, leaving the staring Platis father and son

"This ...... What's going on?" Prasante, who had not yet come to his senses, looked at his dumbfounded son, and stood up with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, and did not speak,

Suddenly seeing the old man's NV, he couldn't help but recall some memories of the past, the original Three Musketeers, in just half a year, he was left alone alone,

It is undeniable that Berlant has raised a good nv, who can face his momentum and be indifferent, even those young princes who think they are superior cannot do it, and from Berlant Bonnie, he sees an unusual temperament, which is a heavy and resolute, like a weed sprouting in the dark, in the cracks of stones, it can also grow and grow,

"Inform your sister to come back, there is something she needs to do here" After thinking for a while, Prais suddenly said to Prasant behind him, "Send more people, Bellant Bonnie must not have any slight deviation during this time in Paraven, otherwise, we will be ready to meet the monstrous wrath of the Vicchia Falcon"

"Ahh

"It's hard to say, Parabun is a little out of control now," Prais smiled wryly. Prasante's face also looked unnatural, he knew what his father meant by the loss of control,

Now that Paravon is centralized, as the king's power becomes more and more centralized, the Paravonian nobility becomes more and more arrogant, and they continue to stretch out their greedy hands like the lords of other regions, and continue to use the name of war and the king's majesty to wantonly plunder the resources and wealth of the region.

In the face of the experience of the three northern counties, most of the outer feudal lords only dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and an undercurrent was surging under the frozen river.