Lear hugged Afra, a young man in his twenties who walked into the castle hall with a dozen soldiers, a young man in an old metal breastplate and a dress sword at his waist, panting as he walked over.

Lear almost rolled his eyes at his dress sword, thinking that even if you bring a light sword, it is more reliable than this, and you have to be more professional in acting. Lear also noticed another point, the man's eyes flickered, sneaking a glance at the situation around him, but he didn't dare to look at it with his eyes.

The so-called formal sword is an evolution of the armor-piercing sword, with a slender and multi-edged sword body, which originated from the island country of Mintelu. There was a time when Mintelu was very chaotic, and nobles were often assassinated by their enemies, even in front of the royal palace. Soldiers can carry long swords and light swords, and those weak literati and nobles have to carry this kind of weapon that is not only elegant but not too hideous, but also can hurt the enemy to defend themselves.

This kind of sword can only be used by stabbing people, no one uses real warriors, even female swordsmen, and only those literati and aristocrats who have no strength and have to show their taste will wear formal swords. This sword is not at all suitable for combat and is purely used for window dressing.

The young master named Bartlet was about to scold when he saw his beloved woman being held in his arms by someone else, but when he found Lear covered in blood and wearing a gorgeous dress that he had never seen before, he immediately realized that the other party was not easy to mess with.

He asked the housekeeper in Corustian, "Miss Mocker, can you introduce me to this one?"

The housekeeper lifted her chin slightly, and said haughtily in a stiff lingua franca, "This is Count Lear from Homeman, a true swordsman, and it was he who saved Miss Afra and killed Baron Pinkov's son." ”

Bartlet's face changed, and he couldn't help but say in Corustian: "Is he crazy?

The housekeeper spat at him and said, "Phew, don't think I'm one of those uninformed fools, if he is a great swordsman, I am a sword master! He has been a junior swordsman since he was twenty years old, and a senior swordsman at the age of thirty, and a great swordsman as soon as his fortieth birthday is over. I bet a hundred heads, he will be called the highest swordsman at the age of fifty, if he lives to be sixty, dare to say that he is a sword master!"

Bartlet blushed and said, "You can't insult the greatest great swordsman in the mountains of Belém. ”

The housekeeper glanced at him and the disheveled soldiers behind her with disgust: "Let's go, Miss Afra needs to rest." ”

Bartlet, however, cheekily walked up to Lear, bent down to salute Lear, and greeted him in a Corustian northern mountain flavor lingua franca that is more standard than that of a housekeeper: "Dear Earl, I am Baron André's second son, Bartlet, who is about to become a lord, thank you for saving my cousin." I have great admiration for the Holman Empire, and if you need it, I will do my best to help you. As he spoke, he glanced at the corpse of Pinkov's son.

Just now Bartlet spoke in Corustian, but the housekeeper spoke the lingua franca of the sandwich, and Lear didn't expect that he would hit the son of a "self-proclaimed great sword master", and secretly scolded the red-robed high-ranking mage in his heart, which would be unlucky.

Lear nodded, and asked arrogantly, "Is that Pinkov really a great sword master?" Once he confirmed that the other party was a great sword master, he ran away directly - the magic guide in his hand was not able to deal with a powerhouse of this level. That Rotten Ray Ring was a high-level magic weapon, and it would take at least seven days before it could be used again, and even if it was useful, it would be difficult to break through the Great Sword Master-level Dou Qi Protector. The Flame Sword Demon is indeed powerful, but it is also the level of a high-level swordsman, and the Flame Sword Demon at the level of a great swordsman is a nobleman among the demons, and it is absolutely impossible to summon it.

Bartlet looked at the person behind him in embarrassment, not daring to tell the truth.

The housekeeper replied for him: "Don't listen to them, Pinkov is a liar, he has only demonstrated his fighting spirit protection once in the last year, and I suspect that it is only the effect of magic equipment." You can rest assured, he should only be a junior swordsman, there is a small possibility of an intermediate swordsman, but it is absolutely impossible to be a high-level swordsman or even a great swordsman!"

Lear was reassured.

Bartlet said embarrassedly, "Honorable Count of the Horman Empire, may I take Pinkoff's son?"

Lear asked curiously, "Didn't you come to the rescue of Afra?Why did you bring back Pinkov's son, do you want to claim that you killed this bully?Well, I now declare that the brave Bartlet killed Pinkov's son, right...... Heroes of the Belém Mountains!"

Bartlet panicked, and hurriedly said, "No, no, no, you misunderstood, I am just an admirer of Lord Pinkov, I just want to send the body back, and I have no other meaning." ”

Lear was suspicious of him, but the housekeeper said to Bartlet, "Fuck off, take that fool's body away." Then he said to Lear, "Lord Count, please send Miss Afra back to her bedroom." He winked as he spoke.

Lear nodded, suppressed his doubts, and led by Mokel, sent Afra back to the bedroom.

He was surprised to find that the castle was dark and cold, with cobwebs in the corners and even insects crawling, completely different from the ornate castle of Count Lear.

This kind of old-fashioned castle does not even have windows, and because of the low level of construction, there are cracks in the walls, and the environment is extremely poor. If it weren't for the fact that there were still a few decades-old decorations inside the castle, he would have even suspected that he had traveled back in time to the dark Horman era a thousand years ago.

After setting up Afra, Lear came out, and the butler said to him in the hallway with a candlestick, "Your Excellency, Miss Afra is up to you. ”

Lear hurriedly said, "What do you mean by that?"

The housekeeper shrugged her shoulders, put on a natural look, and said: "If you kill Pinkov's son, Pinkov will naturally make trouble for you and even attack this castle, so these people in Afra's territory are all up to you." Do you think you can get out of the Belém mountains? I can't find a way out of here. ”

Lear had seen the strength of the black-armored soldiers, and he was not afraid of the fake great swordsman, so he was more concerned about how to get out of here. He asked, "Pinkov matters aside, I need a way back to the Homan Empire now, do you have a map or something?"

The housekeeper looked at him like a monster: "There are only two kinds of people who can get you out of here, the grocer and the hunter. As long as you can afford to pay, everything is not a problem. But I advise you to stay here, because Pinkov's castle is on the way to the mountain, if you think you can fight against ...... Thousand...... No, maybe eight hundred, or five hundred, or maybe three hundred private soldiers. Well, in short, a thousand is the figure that Pinkov said, I really don't know how many soldiers he had, I'm afraid he himself doesn't know...... Let's get down to business, and most importantly, if you kill Pinkov's son, even if you are the emperor of the Homan Empire, there will be no one to show you in the mountains of Belém. ”

Lear hurriedly said, "I have a magic check, I have gold carats on me, and I have three thousand gold carats in my dimensional bag!"

The housekeeper said with a headache: "My lord, this is the Crous Empire, and the golden carat can't be spent, unless you are in the imperial capital, where the golden carat is more popular than the head." ”

Speaking of the magic check, Lear thinks of a series of terrible questions.