Everyone heard the sound and looked.

But I saw a young man named Monet in the town, who was a little dirty in his face, short and thin, wearing coarse linen clothes, his hair was messy, mixed with dry grass clippings, and he was standing on the wall near the door of the bar, and he couldn't even drink a glass of the lowest ale in the town.

"Monet, what are you talking about, do you know what you're talking about?" Ryan Babbel's brow furrowed, his dark eyes staring at the young man in the corner.

"I ...... I know you are not right, Your Majesty Alexander, and did not sign the decrees you have spoken. Being stared at so aggressively by the most powerful noble lord in the town, everyone knew the meaning of Babel's rhetorical question just now, originally Monet would never dare to talk to Lord Babel like this, but I don't know why, as long as he thought of that figure, he really straightened his chest and said this sentence completely.

"Really? Is this true? Monet, you guy, how do you know?"

"What the hell is going on?"

"Monet, who told you? What else do you know?"

The people in the bar, hearing Monet's words, seemed to be a drowning man grasping a life-saving straw, and asked urgently, and a few anxious fellows even couldn't wait to gather around the young man, eager to get a positive answer from his mouth, although people also knew that this might be the casual guy who usually talked nonsense.

"Monet, are you questioning me? Questioning the words of a nobleman recognized by the Empire? Do you know what that means?" Babbel's two thick black eyebrows almost joined together at this moment, and everyone in Clen Town knew that this expression meant that the noble lord was angry, very angry.

Seeing this expression, the bald guard was already smirking and walked towards Monet.

A little friend beside him gently pulled La Monet, signaled him to stop talking, and quickly apologized to Babbel and begged for forgiveness.

Who knew that at this time, the young man who was a little timid and afraid in the past flashed a trace of stubbornness in his eyes, straightened his chest, and said loudly: "What you said is a lie, I met the envoy of His Majesty Alexander from Chambord City today, and he said that His Majesty Alexander has ordered the exemption of taxes on all farms in the territory, the rent of the fields, and the free distribution of wheat seeds......"

"What?

"Where is the messenger of the King of Chambord? Why haven't I seen it? You can't be mistaken, Monet?"

The people in the bar suddenly boiled, and Monet's message made them scream one by one as if they had seen a traveler walking in the desert who was about to die of thirst and see an oasis.

"I'm right, it's true...... Ahh

Bang!

Before Monet finished his sentence, he screamed, and was knocked to the ground with a punch from the bald head of the guard who came over, and kicked him hard, and suddenly his thin body arched like a shrimp, his face was pale and he couldn't even say a word, and tears of pain came out.

The people around looked at each other in shock, but they didn't dare to help Monet up.

This bald guard, but a samurai who is about to reach a one-star level, is extremely powerful, and has mastered the fighting spirit, even if it is a person who cleans up a group of men in the entire bar, it is effortless, it is precisely because of his existence, the authority of the noble lord Babel, that no one dares to provoke in Karen Town.

"Phew, filthy pigs, dare to spread rumors and make trouble, and question what Lord Babel said in the name of the nobility of the empire?" The bald head snorted, the cruel smile on his face was even more terrifying, his eyes swept the surrounding commotion, and laughed: "You lowly serfs, who dares to question Lord Babel, this is the end." ”

"Tie him up, and take him to the center of town to be hanged tomorrow morning, when the sun appears, so that it may be clear to all that this is the end of opposition to His Majesty Alexander's orders. Babbel's two thick black eyebrows slowly stretched, looking at Monet's gaze was like looking at a disgusting maggot, and he was afraid of dirtying his shoes even if he stepped on it in the past, but the coldness and indifference of his tone made everyone's hearts tremble.

In the window seat in the distance, Sun Fei once again stopped the close attendant Torres and the priest Garcia from trying to help.

Because His Majesty saw that when Monet was knocked to the ground, his companion, who had dragged him from talking nonsense, quietly slipped out of the bar, apparently looking for someone. If Sun Fei didn't guess wrong, it should have something to do with the so-called 'messenger of His Majesty Alexander' in Monet's mouth.

Babel, the nobleman of this town, was vicious and poured all the infamy and dirty water on Sun Fei's body.

At this time, Sun Fei was already completely sure that the so-called increased taxes, double rents and high-priced wheat seeds were all tricks made up by this little nobleman, and he wanted to abolish all this, as long as His Majesty the King appeared at this time, it was just a matter of words, but because he was very interested in the 'messenger of His Majesty Alexander' in the mouth of this young man named Monet, Sun Fei wanted to wait first to see if this envoy would really show up and how he would deal with this matter.

In the bar.

Poor Monet was tightly tied up and tied to the middle pillar, with a rag in his mouth and half-fainted.

Babbel threatened and intimidated again, and no one dared to question it.

The noblewoman named Kelly covered her nose with a white gold-painted handkerchief that exuded a faint fragrance, and looked around in boredom, when suddenly her pupils contracted slightly, her gaze froze, and she saw five strangers sitting at the window table in the distance, and her eyes lingered on Angela's body for a while, clearly revealing the woman's hostility towards those who were better than herself, and then her gaze changed from Angela's body to Torres, Sun Fei, and Garcia, the three young men with outstanding appearances.

A horny slut!!

Sun Fei had already noticed the other party's gaze, and he had read all the small movies in the island country in his previous life, so he could naturally understand the meaning in the eyes of this middle-aged lady with heavy makeup and a little vulgar, but she felt very good about herself.

Perhaps it was because of the long-term presence in the top position that Sun Fei had an inexplicable noble attraction, and Kelly**'s gaze finally stayed on Sun Fei's body.

This vulgar woman inadvertently used a woman's instinct to give a rating to the charm of three equally young and handsome teenagers.

At the same time, Babbel finally followed his wife's gaze and noticed the five extra strangers in the bar, as a man, his gaze was fixed on Angela's body almost instantly, and an unstoppable possessiveness spread to his whole body in an instant, just when he was about to do something, he was suddenly stunned, wiped his eyes, and a look of doubt appeared on his face.

Because just now, I don't know why, his vision suddenly blurred, and when he looked over with wide eyes, he could only see a rough outline of the five people, and when he wanted to look at the goddess-like girl carefully, he couldn't see the other party's face clearly, just a vague black outline, but when he looked at others, his line of sight returned to normal.

In the distance, Sun Fei pouted.

His Majesty had interfered with the vision of others with his own power, and if he hadn't wanted to wait to see what would happen after the so-called messenger appeared, His Majesty could make this sinister little nobleman disappear completely with just a flick of his fingers.

Babel whispered something in the ear of his bald head guard, his bald eyes looked at Sun Fei and the others, nodded with a smile, and was about to come over, when suddenly there was a squeak, and the wooden door of the bar opened screaming again, and the dry voice was particularly harsh in the slightly silent bar.

"My lord, here it is, hurry up, Monet was beaten badly by them, and he can't hold on anymore......" An anxious voice, mixed with the wind, came in from outside.

Instantly, everyone looked towards the wooden door.

I saw a figure of about one meter six or so, walking in from outside the door, with a graceful figure, a fiery red robe, under the outline of the golden corset around the waist, the delicate body of youth bloomed with a compelling atmosphere, and the fiery red hair was blown by the night breeze behind him, printed with a red robe, and the real person gave people a feeling, like a beating and burning flame, and the heat was compelling.

It turned out to be a woman.

To be precise, it was a little girl who looked like fifteen or sixteen.

Beside this little girl who was as dazzling as a flame, there were three young people, two of them were wearing black samurai suits and light armor, and they were about sixteen or seventeen years old, and the other was the young man who had been discovered by Sun Fei before and secretly ran out to find someone.

The red-robed little girl ignored everyone's surprise, looked up at the beautiful and soft neck like a swan's neck, glanced around, stared at the noble Babbel, snorted lightly, and asked condescendingly: "You are the little nobleman who is talking nonsense here and ruining His Majesty Alexander?"

Good direct questioning.

What a domineering tone.

Don't talk about Babbel at all.

"Who are you?" asked Babbel, whose thick black eyebrows re-condensed into a line, and a twinkle in his eyes flickered.

"I am the messenger of His Majesty Alexander, a sophomore student of Chambord City Wenwu University, the third student of the first Chambord City Wenwu University, and an outstanding student cadre at the school level. The red-robed girl replied proudly, uttering a series of titles that made everyone present inexplicable.

"Poof......" Sun Fei almost squirted out with a sip of ale.

At this time, His Majesty finally recognized who this girl was.

I really didn't expect that the so-called 'messenger of His Majesty Alexander' would be her.

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The second more.

Thanks: Li Dahai, youdai

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