At this moment, from the beginning to the present, all the pictures and conversations between the two flashed in the old marquis's heart.

His face turned from black to white, from white to red, then from red to purple, and finally began to twitch wildly at a strange frequency.

"You...... Find me ...... Want soldiers?"

William looked at the messy old marquis in the wind speechlessly, and probably figured out a little bit of the truth of the matter. After thinking back to the cross-server chat between the two, he finally grasped the old man's logic.

How many (granddaughters) do you want?

How many to have.

No, up to six.

I don't prostitute for nothing, I can give money.

......

So, what do I want your granddaughter for? And you actually gave it?

William was now eager to ask, in the old marquis's mind, what kind of image was the Van Kings family, the ruffian bully who bullied the girl of the good family?

If the old marquis knew about William's question, he would definitely be sad, and then shook his neck and nodded frantically.

Not to mention the ruffian bullies, you have done all the things that come to the door to rob, and you just came to the door to say that you want someone as soon as the matter is settled, considering your fine tradition of fucking up, can I not want to be crooked!

The old marquis, who was not in good health at night, sighed, covered his face and said weakly: "You can find as many people as you want, it's all yours." Old man...... The old man is not feeling well today, so I won't entertain you much......"

After speaking, he staggered out of the camp surrounded by the clansmen, and the figure of the old marquis kept shaking in the sunset, and there was a little inexplicable sadness from a distance.

What's going on......

William pursed his lips speechlessly, and then as if he suddenly remembered something, he turned his head to Avril who looked dazed next to him and said, "Your Majesty, I want to take a few days off!"

Well?

Avril's expression is even more dazed, what can you do when you take leave?

Do you want to go home and have a look? But the royal capital has already fallen, and now it is the people of the Farrell family who are in control of the royal capital, aren't you afraid of being caught by that woman when you go back?

Or...... Visiting relatives and friends? But where do you have relatives and friends? The Fankins family has threatened to cut ties with you before, and the rest of the acquaintances are all in the royal capital, so is it possible that you want to go to the prairie to find Hans? But you can't fly over for a few days.

Her Majesty the Queen thought about it, but still couldn't understand the meaning of William's leave, so she asked bluntly:

"William, what do you want to do on leave?"

"Forehead ......"

William was also in a dilemma, he couldn't tell him bluntly, he was going to blow up the Church of Eros, right? As if Hans was possessed, he reached out and scratched his head.

"The world is so big, I want to see it?"

......

"It's huge!"

Hans, who was far away on the prairie, sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"I've seen it many times, but I still think it's so big!"

Pomona, who was dressed in a tight-fitting suit, turned around and smiled at him, and said proudly, "Of course, Flange can't see such an endless grassland. ”

Hans nodded busily and said yes, the grassland is indeed very large.

Pomona smiled and said temptingly: "Do you like it? How about it, do you want to marry into our grassland? I came back with so much grain this time, maybe the whole tribe will worship me as the master, and then you will be the man of the queen of the grassland!"

Hans, who had no beard on his face, shook his head. "Forget it, I'm a Fran after all, and although this place is good, it's not my home after all, huh, what are you doing with your head twisting back?"

Pomona glanced at Hans's smooth chin out of the corner of her eye, and said with some confusion: "It's nothing...... It's just that...... How long will it take for your beard to grow back?"

......

Not long after his departure, Hans brutally shaved his beard on a dark and windy night, trimming even his eyebrows, which were too thick, to reveal the vigorous face of a seventeen-year-old boy.

Pomona was struck by lightning when she saw him for what he really was, and finally believed that Hans was only seventeen years old, but she was not as happy as Hans thought, but her whole body wilted.

Not only was he more ruthless when he went to Hans during the day, but he also went to Hans at night a lot less often, and later he sternly stopped Hans from continuing to shave, and cared for the new stubble on his face like a baby.

However, I don't know what went wrong, the stubble just popped up, and there was no sound anymore.

It may be that the cold wind on the savannah is so strong that Hans's pores begin to hibernate like a winter bear, and two full months have passed now, and Hans's face has not changed at all, and his chin is so bare that he can make flies skate on it.

Pomona turned her head and couldn't bear to look at the face that broke her heart, like a man who came home with a fat girlfriend of two hundred pounds to pay New Year's greetings, and couldn't think of how to explain it to her family.

Hans didn't know what was going on in Pomona's mind, and after reaching out and rubbing his hairy stubble, he said strangely:

"I don't know, I used to grow very fast, and I didn't shave for a month, and I don't know what happened this time, and it hasn't grown at all for more than two months, is it ...... The wind is blowing too much?"

Hans turned his inquiring gaze to Pomona, and her handsome face turned out to be a little "unremarkable".

To tell the truth, the bearded bearded cousin with a shaved beard has become handsome and compelling, and his facial features are six points similar to William's. The top two heroic sword eyebrows flew diagonally into the sideburns, and under the long, slightly curled eyelashes were a pair of ebony-black eyes.

Although his eyes are not as deep and sharp as William's, they are clear and have a unique style. The contours of the face are not impeccable, but they are also angular.

In addition to the fact that the skin is not delicate enough and the complexion is slightly dark, it can be described as handsome and extraordinary.

However, Pomona still had tears in her eyes and did not dare to look at the face, and if she could, she would have wanted to cry out loud.

After being away from home for so many years, I finally found a pleasing one in the flange full of sissies, but the middle-aged macho man who was originally mature and heroic turned into a black-skinned beautiful boy overnight, which ...... How do I explain this to my family?

Hans was unaware of his "plummeting appearance", and even rode around in front of Pomona, deliberately showing off his face.

After he shaved his beard, he looked in the mirror a lot, and was quite satisfied with his "beauty" after his new look.

Mother has been sighing back then, complaining that she failed to inherit her beauty, but now it seems that she has inherited a lot, oh she must be embarrassed to praise me, Mother is really a subtle good woman.

Pomona looked at Hans's "ordinary" face, and couldn't help but feel sad, my father wouldn't be angry to death when he saw that I brought such a person back, right?

Looking at the food team behind her, Pomona settled down and forcibly comforted herself: No, no, no, I still brought back so much food, and my father's body and bones have always been very healthy, so he should be able to stand up...... Right?

......

"Are you my daughter's new man?" the old man's face was full of devastation.

Hans grinned and looked at the bear in front of him in shock, no...... It was an old man in a bearskin coat. Is it really a person standing in front of me and not a bear with a human face?

Hans's stature was the highest among the Francois, but Pomona's old father seemed to be a little too strong, and had transformed from majestic to "bear-strong", and the tall and sturdy Hans was more than two heads shorter in front of him, and looked no different from a dwarf.

"Father...... He's Hans. ”

Pomona, who has always been fierce, behaved like a deer this time, secretly pulling the somewhat sluggish Hans.

"Ah...... Oh yes, I'm Hans. ”

The bear-like old man walked briskly, leaving footprints more than a finger deep where he had stepped on.

Hans's gaze was drawn to the strange series of footprints, deep but small in size, which looked about the size of a woman's. This man who is stronger than a bear actually has a pair of delicate little feet, no, it may not be accurate to say that, his feet are not particularly small, just slightly smaller than the average adult male, and much larger than a woman's feet.

However, these feet are especially strange when combined with his muscular body comparable to that of an adult bear. It's like a top-heavy inflatable person, how discordant it looks.

After discovering that this "new son-in-law" had been staring at his little feet, the old man was a little unhappy.

He looked at Hans, and found that although he looked a little old-fashioned, he certainly did not look more than twenty years old, and his face was so dark and clean that he did not even have a single stubble except for his chin, which made him even more disgusted.

The old man said with some displeasure: "Nana, why did you find such a tender little ghost, how old is he this year? Why hasn't he even grown hair, is he an adult?"

Finding that her father's first impression of Hans was not very good, Pomona couldn't help but cry out in her heart, who knows what kind of nerves he had to shave his handsome beard, how should he explain it now?

Seeing that Hans opened his mouth to say something, Pomona hurriedly grabbed him and said in advance: "Father, Hans is thirty-five years old! ”

"Oh......" the old man nodded.

"Nacheng, what rank is he now, can he beat you?"

Then you're asking the right question!, Hans looked up in joy.

After battling Gilber for a while, he was on the verge of promotion. After sparring with Pomona day and night for nearly three months, she finally succeeded in taking the last step, successfully advancing from the second-order [Iron Wall Knight] to the third-order [Giant Shield Guard], a seventeen-year-old third-order professional, and he was a well-known genius everywhere he put it.

"It's the third order, and the combat power is about the same as mine...... That's too much, maybe ten minutes with me?"

After listening to Pomona's answer, Hanston was deflated, and an excited face stepped down.

Pomona is one step closer to reaching the fourth order, and the martial arts master specializes in his own cumbersome profession, and it is good to be able to resist for five minutes under a unilateral beating, and ten minutes is a lot exaggerated.

The old man's face also fell.

It stands to reason that her daughter sacrificed herself for the tribe, went to Flange for so many years, and finally came back, she shouldn't have thrown her face, but ...... What was this thing she brought back?

Looking at Hans's handsome but rugged face, as well as the chin that seriously lacked manliness, the old man closed his eyes and took a deep breath, resisted the urge to kick people out, and praised dryly.

"Also...... It's pretty good. ”

"Father!"

Looking at the old man who pretended to be relieved for fear of being sad, and remembering the pain of being alone all these years, Pomona couldn't help but have some tears in her eyes.

I finally returned to my hometown and met my father, who loved me!

Emotionally excited, she pounced on her, like a deer rushing into the arms of a bear, hugging the old man's bear and crying out in pain.

However, the old man seemed to have misunderstood the meaning of this flutter, and his neck, which was thicker than a stump, slammed into it, and his eyes widened in annoyance at Hans.

"Did he bully you?"

A savagery arose violently, and Hans felt that he had seen a real beast, as if he was about to pounce and tear himself apart in the next moment.

"No, no, no. ”

Pomona wiped away her tears and said with a smile: "I just haven't been home for too long, I'm a little too happy, and Hans can't beat me, how can he bully me?"

The old man glared at Hans with some annoyance, and leaned into Pomona's ear and whispered:

"You're too bad at picking this man, and you'll be soft when you look at it. If he can't do it, there are still a lot of good young men in the clan, and I'll bring them over tomorrow, you can pick whatever you want!"

Although it was "quietly", this bear-like old man did not seem to have the talent for concealment at all, and the voice was not much different from the roar of others pulling their necks, and Hans listened to these whispers word for word.

"You dare!"

He finally couldn't hold it anymore, and craned his neck to meet the old man's fierce gaze.

"I'll beat you as much as you bring!" Believe it or not, I'll beat you up?"

"Hans!" Pomona was a little flustered at first, and then without hesitation, she slashed her face and punched the old man. "Father, what nonsense are you talking about! Hans is very strong!"

The old man stretched out a pair of small hands, rubbed his somewhat reddened face, and said happily to Pomona: "Not bad, after leaving home for so many years, I thought you were going to regress, but I didn't expect it to be much more energetic than before!"

Then he let go of Pomona and looked at Hans with a fierce glare at him.

"It's tougher than I thought, but you want to beat me? I want to see what you're capable of!"