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A few words about the geography of the kingdom.

The Marquis's territory is in the south-west of the kingdom, the southernmost Wuxiang Bay is close to the border, and the territory of several warlords such as Count Anulin is in the westernmost part of the kingdom. The kingdom is bordered by the sea to the east and south, but there are still a large number of other countries on the other side of the South China Sea, the northern continent is separated by a few countries that contain each other, and the territory outside the west is the most vast and seemingly endless, including a vast desert.

According to the revelation of the ineffective charm of the ordinary white tree spirit, your mother's family is a slightly wealthy commoner in the Sand Kingdom, and fled to this kingdom after the outbreak of war. Theoretically, you're half Saudi — mestizos always look so sexy.

But Hathaway and Linda are also from Saudi Arabia, and this is the first time I've heard of it.

"Now is not the time to talk about that. Hathaway shook your arm and pointed to Jenna not far away.

If you choose the court of joy, things are much simpler, win the horse race, win the wine, and take the lock-breaker away, but he is rejoicing, but you are mourning, and the prizes are not related. This predicament leaves you with no choice.

You ask the centaurs to stop the half-sheep from marrying Jenna, because you will soon be replacing them with the heads of the other two ghost women. Convinced that you have a chance to succeed, the centaurs roared and drove away the unruly half-goats, keeping the prize for you, and it would not be good to get dirty. Miss Jenna prepared a prize for killing the ghost woman.

You turn to look at the frustrated White Tread who has won the race, can't you make some demands, for example, the lock-picking loiterer.

"But...... The hemp stalk was on the side of the court of joy. Bai Shujing held his chin and thought about it, suddenly changed his mind, and said with a smile, "I can see that you are the champion of the race and snatch the hemp rod from the hands of your companions, but the ugly words are ahead." I don't need the head of a ghost woman, and I'm not interested in drinking, so if you want your companions, I'll trade it for yourself. How?" She is more noble than the other treants.

She teases you.

Hathaway pushed her away, "The lock-picking loiterer lost to the horse race, and became the wine prize of the Joy King's court, and there is no reason why it could not be the wine prize of the Angry King's court." We'll trade it for wine!"

With a snort, the white tree spirit looked at Hathaway with cold eyes, crossed his arms and nodded, "You're very confident in your drinking......"

"Invincible!"

"Okay, if you drink and win the opponent I designated, you can take the hemp rod with you. If you lose – the man stays, or you are torn to shreds. ”

"Deal!"

You drag Hathaway back and whisper a warning, this is obviously a trap, maybe you will find a giant to fight with you, and you will definitely lose. Hathaway stares at you with a frown, and only asks, "There are too many of them, is there any other way than for me to fight for wine?"

The reality is that the Iron Golem tried to draw its sword and slash the White Treant several times, but you stopped it. It is no exaggeration to say that hundreds of people of any race are horrific violence.

You can't fight, except for horse racing and wine fighting, the other competitions have nothing to do with you. The only option left is to kill the ghost woman to save Jenna, and then fight to save the lock-picking wanderer.

Left and right, Fielting never came back. But Miss Jenna's situation doesn't seem to be waiting that long, and the half-sheep people can't bear it anymore. The sun in the fairy wilderness rises and falls, blurring the sense of time, and if you stay too long, there may be chaos on the guild's side. You have to go now. The mermaid princess was left behind to protect Miss Jenna...... Their expressions were very aggrieved.

The centaurs show you the general direction of the Devil's Lair, and refuse to take the village woman you saved before as a guide.

Three and one golem embark on a quest to defeat the Devil Woman - level 15, level 9, level 7, and level 0.

"You're very calm, where does your confidence come from?"

"He's here. ”

Ms. Sylvana follows Hathaway's finger and sees your back and lifts her forehead directly, not feeling anything reassuring at all.

"But you, where does the courage come from?" Hathaway asked, staring at the thin sword at Lady Sylvana's waist, "You're fighting purely against humans, right? Dare to follow your former enemies into the other world on your first adventure, and if I am a noble lady who lacks nothing, I will never risk it alone. Please don't tell me because you want to be an adventurer. ”

Hah, how is that possible?—Miss Sylvana sneered with her head held high.

She stared at the words engraved on the sword, as if talking to herself, "Our clan is a military family, and the battlefield is a knight, although I don't inherit my grandfather's abilities like my eldest brother, and I don't have much strength, but I still have the blood of a noble soldier in my body." Where does courage come from? I don't like the free-spirited atmosphere of adventurers at all, but I dare to do anything to win. ”

In order to win –

Actively cater to the preferences of the Adventurer's Guild Leader, forcibly squeeze into the private team to brush up favor and presence, and observe your personality up close, and adjust the specific tactics and strategies of political marriage in a timely manner. After losing a lot of money and a large number of private soldiers, if she wants to win the old marquis's inheritance, she has only one way to go, marrying you.

Her approach is far beyond ordinary people, and she is also hard enough.

You walk on the steppes,

The landscape gradually became desolate.

Suddenly, you ask Hathaway, why did she avoid you before?

Hathaway lowered her head and remained silent, as if the pressure of the mystery was very high.

You reassure her not to care about the gossip and slander, and that it is not her responsibility to see the end of the three guild leaders and the crisis you face in the Inquisition. She's by no means a broom star.

"Huh?" Hathaway raised her head and stared at you with a frown, "Of course it's not my responsibility! The first generation has swelled up since reaching level 20, and there is no one in her eyes, and sooner or later she will die; the second generation can live to linger among so many women who have never met for many years, and it is already so lucky that the world is crying ghosts and gods; the third generation is too stubborn, she doesn't listen to persuasion at all, she is a woman, and it is impossible for a strong woman who is tall and stubborn in the kingdom to end well. What does this have to do with me?"

Belch?

Hathaway propped her forehead: "You can't complain about me even more." I have said a long time ago, your life is your own, and you decide how to take the road, and I have not instigated half of the sentence from beginning to end, right? ”

Didn't Hathaway avoid you because she blamed herself?

Why is that?

"Because I see you depressed. Hathaway touched your cheek, "When I see this face, I think of the Sand Country." When I was escorted back to the camp from the court by the law enforcement team, they told me some information to curry favor with me. ”

Please?

"The Enforcement Team is wary of the increasingly powerful President, not the Secretary or the Guild itself. Guess why the law enforcement team would allow the Marquis's son to toss in this way, and what was their deal?—— one side promised to turn a blind eye to the trial, and the other side promised to expand the army, advance westward, and build new military fortresses after inheriting the Marquis's throne - to defend against the Sand nation. Recently, the western border of the kingdom has been very unpeaceful, and the gnolls outside the northwest are menacing and have begun to cross the border, and the warlords in the southwest have broken the three-legged stand, and the lives of the people are miserable. If Saudi Arabia is not a fool, it will definitely take the opportunity to invade. ”

Miss Sylvana looked into the distance, "That's pretty much. While you are happily chasing cats and teasing crocodiles, half a month is fast, and three months are slow, and the Sand country will invade in a big way. At that time, the Earl of Anyulin, we, the Marquisate, and the entire kingdom will suffer, and you are in the mood to play and preach human rights. The national capital is almost gone. ”

It is very unusual for the jackals to surge, and it is even more unusual for the warlords to suddenly break the three-legged stand for a long time, and the powerful dungeons that have been built for a long time are emerging at this time, and the three are too coincidental. Ms. Sylvana had promised to use a large number of private troops to help Boltz get angry, but in fact she also had plans to seize the camp and defend the dungeon herself.

The world in the eyes of the ruling layer has different landscapes.

Hathaway stared at your eyes seriously, and asked seriously, "President, if one day the Sand country invades on a large scale, which side will you, a half-breed, stand on?" For Hathaway, the position is relatively clear, she is a Saudi after all. At the age of nine, she was already sensible and remembered many things about her homeland.

Of course, it's best to avoid war, but if you have to be someday, which side of the soldiers will you swing your sword at?

Alas, you will be on the side that Hathaway is on.

B, you are a native of the kingdom, of course, the sword is pointed to the West.