Speaking of this, she seemed to suddenly remember something, and said with some surprise: "Wait a while? You said he is your cousin, but you are in your thirties, how can you say that he should also be your cousin!"

"I'm really seventeen......"

The corners of the bearded cousin's mouth drooped helplessly. "I didn't lie to you, I'm really seventeen, but he seems to be really my cousin, I asked Her Majesty the Queen before, cousin he hasn't had his seventeenth birthday yet, he is actually only sixteen years old. ”

Pomona sneered and pulled off his beard.

"Hehe, I believe your cousin sixteen, how can you grow a beard in a few years?

Hans scratched his face and replied dejectedly, "I don't know why, but I did start growing a beard at the age of eleven......"

The marquise's mouth pursed, and she coaxed with a smile: "Okay, good, you say yes, the old lady actually fell in love with a seventeen-year-old milk doll, and not only did she look at it...... Poof, hahahaha, laugh at me, you actually have the face to say that you are seventeen hahahahaha"

In the end, she didn't hold back, holding her stomach and wailing again and again, tears bursting out of her eyes. "Do you dare to say that you are not thirty? If you are really not thirty years old, then you will have the final say on everything that will happen at night in the future, and you will laugh at me to death. ”

In the midst of Pomona's increasingly unbridled laughter, the bearded cousin lowered his head in frustration, and secretly made up his mind that he would shave his beard when he went back!

This great determination does not contain any impurities, just to prove that he is an honest and good man.

......

While the bearded cousin vows to become a little black-faced cousin, William, who is twenty-eight years old, is wielding his "big stick" and chasing the fifty-eight-year-old Giber to the center of the battlefield under the worried eyes of Her Majesty the Queen, who is twenty-eight and fifteen months old.

"William!" a sad and joyful call sounded.

Surrounded by the knights of the Knights of the Royal Capital (pseudo), Avril rode to William's approach, while Giber took advantage of his distraction to sneak into the Vlen family's professional legion in embarrassment, and withdrew long away with the surviving professionals.

Her Majesty looked at William's tattered guard suit, and was eager to take the poor little creature into his arms at once.

Is that Farrell's woman a pervert?

She looked at the large and small holes in William's pants distressedly, although she didn't see the wound, but the blood around the tear was real, and she recognized at a glance that it was a bloodstain that only had penetrated the wound.

William must have been severely tortured and even abused by that woman, otherwise how could his pants be rotten like this. Even the cloth on her ass was torn off (Poison Fire Hyena: Wangwang), the woman of the Farrell family was so ruthless that she must not be let go!

Avril endured so that she didn't rush over to check William's injuries, she avoided the eyes of the others, and asked softly in a slightly trembling voice, "William, are you okay?"

William was stunned by her demeanor, "Am I okay? I'm wonderful! Didn't I just beat Gibb all the time? Why do you ask this as if I had suffered a great loss?

Avril's peach blossom eyes were slightly red, and she tried her best to maintain a calm expression on her face, telling her about the situation during this time.

"William, after you stayed to stop that woman, I immediately found Giber and wanted him to save you, but I didn't expect to be detained by him, he said that if I didn't marry him, I wouldn't save you, I didn't promise his conditions, you ...... You don't blame me. ”

Her Majesty's voice fluctuated slightly, and if it weren't for William wandering around behind her ass for years, he really wouldn't have been able to capture this small change.

I only heard her voice trembling slightly: "I thought you were already fierce and unlucky, but fortunately you came back alive, otherwise ......"

"Charge, charge me, kill the queen, make hereditary earl!"

Gibb's hoarse roar was heard, and before William and Avril could speak, he had regrouped the Legion of Pros and set up a charging formation with nearly four hundred knights.

Seeing that the situation is urgent. Her Majesty bit her lip, stopped her desire to speak, stretched out her pancreas and grabbed William's hand tightly, pulling him behind her, and then her eyes were clear, and she raised the token in her right hand high.

"All the professionals obey the order, the spearmen line up in front, the guards fill the vacancies at any time, the shooters give priority to suppressing the high-level professionals, the swordsmen, swords and shields are in the center, and the remaining knights are moving closer to me!"

Just as she was about to continue the order, William squeezed her soft and delicate palm hard, and spread his palm to her under Avril's puzzled gaze.

"I'll take command of the Legion of Professionals. William said in a flat tone: "After all, Jiber is a fourth-order earth knight, I can't catch up with him if I really fight, it's too dangerous for you to stay here and command." ”

Avril hesitated for a moment, but after meeting William's fixed (paralyzed) expression, she decisively chose to believe in this man who was born and died for himself.

[You have been appointed as the temporary commander of the royal army, and have obtained the temporary command of the corresponding professional legion]

[Legion Name: Royal Army - Mixed Corps of Professionals]

......

William, who held the corps, showed a flat (happy) and light (happy) smile.

In his last life, he was obviously a professional in the French system of DIO bombing the sky, but he was forced to be a tank in this life. As a strategic player who is good at commanding legions to fight, but has been forced to be helpless on the battlefield, who knows the pain in my heart?

If it weren't for the lack of soldiers in hand, who would want to be peerless on the battlefield?

Do I have the pleasure of being a hundred? Do I care about the comfort of riding a thousand? Am I the kind of person who likes to hear the praise of others who say, "This son is so terrifying"?

William happily opened the Legion panel.

[Legion Name: Royal Army - Mixed Corps of Professionals]

[Clan Level: Level 1]

[Legion: 655/1000]

[Legion characteristics: Rabble, a ragtag army formed by the reluctance of multiple forces, when encountering a strong enemy far superior to itself, the probability of being defeated is greatly increased]

[Legion Characteristics: Thousands of miles away, slightly increased speed when escaping]

[Clan Skill: Reduced to zero, efficiency increased by 30% when scattering and fleeing]

......

I, William, want to be a Musou player.

He looked back at Avril as she retreated surrounded by the guards, and looked apprehensive. Your Majesty, is it too late for me to return the goods?

It just so happened that Avril also turned her head and peeked at him, and after receiving his deep (bitter) (forced) gaze, she couldn't help but feel dizzy, glared at him in shame, and quickly turned her head back.

This little guy is really ...... I don't even look at what time it is, and I look at me blatantly with such naked eyes. Although Peter is no longer here, I am still the queen of Fran in name, what if someone else finds out?