A hint of surprise flashed across the faces of the nobles at the sound of "Viscount Lanchelot" - but they certainly did not believe it - in their eyes. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Little girl who said the Holy Flower, are you here to be a hero?" The man paused, and the knife stopped—it was almost able to cut through Lucy's skin.

"No, I can't stand it." Then the maiden who played the role of the saint Sibu walked in, and there was a layer of light on her body, and that was because she stood with the sun, and her red hair was reflected like a burning flame, "We must not always wait for others to save us." ”

"Huh? Do you want to save the people here? But how long do you think their spells will be able to withstand such weapons?! What's more, you can't do anything, you can't even save yourself. The man said sarcastically, "That scene is really interesting." ”

He was talking about the picture of Fettnay being questioned by the nobles.

"Aven! Stand down, you're no match for him. Misse frowned and said.

He was grateful for Fitney's behavior, but he didn't think she had done it properly—especially since the man had mentioned what had happened not long ago.

"I know you have a lot of skills with potions plants, but can you defeat it?" The man said, and then he said excitedly, "Or maybe you're confident." ”

"Good idea." But Fettnay's words were shocking, and she walked forward.

"What a whimsical little girl." The man didn't expect Fitney to react like this, so he said impatiently, "But you're just a weakling, if you survive, let's talk about it!" ”

With that, the gun was pointed at Fitney, and the fire flickered from it, and the smoke and dust rose!

"Miss!"

"Aven!"

"Ronay?"

Some people couldn't help but scream, but they couldn't see anything, and the choking breath made them feel uncomfortable and coughed.

Dick and Elliott rushed out of their chairs and rushed forward—but when they threw themselves into the smoke of the doorway, they saw nothing, and when the smoke cleared, they saw no one here—only to see Corifo rushing up from behind, just like them, with some surprise in their eyes.

"Vain, jealous, unrestrained." The girl's voice was cold and unwarm, and her voice rang out in the church, but no one found her.

"What are you talking about?" The man was very surprised, so he couldn't help but want to ask at this time. He looked around, but couldn't find it.

Finding no enemy, and when that enemy is still poking at one's sore spot, one feels infuriating.

"Ahh Heavenly! Daisy's exclamation made people look up.

Sure enough, in the sky, the girl floated in the air - it was clearly a spell.

She looked down at the crowd, and the action of "sitting" in the air had the grace of drinking afternoon tea, but people didn't know what she was going to do.

Fitney sighed.

"I don't know, who else remembers old Mr. Flagrey?" Fitney whispered, feeling the knife in front of her neck tremble as she mentioned the name, "Mr. Chad, in his capacity as Mr. Fragley's butler, stole the title, and the story turned into the tragic experience of Mr. Adez - but who cares, the nobles always have some unbearable behavior, don't they?" ”

These nobles must know something about Adez, but they don't care who really caused Adez's tragedy - it's all as Phytenay says.

"The self-confidence gained by the support of His Majesty Andrew has become so fragile after His Majesty Miser's accession to the throne - but who cares about a nobleman who has lost power?" "But no one thought that this nobleman would become a man of chaos—bluffing, pointless? ”

Lucy felt the hand around her neck get a little harder, and she could barely catch her breath - Lucy's eyes flashed with a strange light, because Fitney was right, and this man would have reacted like this.

But there was also a sarcasm of the nobility in these words, which was also uttered by Fitney without scruples.

"Can a man who is not a nobleman at all say such a thing?" Daisy heard her sarcasm.

People are beginning to wonder what is the reason for Fitney's appearance - what is she trying to do?

"Aristocrats? No, it used to be. Fitney shook his head.

Surprise flashed across people's faces—even Eddard.

It is believed that Fitney is a businessman, with no background to speak of, and a being who is similar to a commoner. This surprise also includes the word "was" - a subtle word that may represent the reasons why the girl was "expelled from the family" and "the family was defeated".

There was no expression on Fitney's face, and she wasn't going to say anything else, just said, "Let's get started." ”

Then one saw the unthinkable—something seemed to "stick" out of a curtain around Fitney—a gun, a myriad of guns that these people had never seen before.

Lucy felt the man—Viscount Lanchelott took a step back, and he immediately directed the gun to shoot at Fitney—!

The same dense attacks collided together, and the windows were shattered one after another under such attacks, and people crouched down screaming and holding their heads, and people who got close didn't know what was really going on.

Lucy's eyes narrowed, and the constant explosions made her a little overwhelmed.

Then the image in front of her seemed to break down—she saw what seemed to be in front of her—and then she realized that she was not mistaken, a figure rushed through the smoke, she had white-blond hair, hair was negligible in color, and she had blue-purple eyes.

Extremely beautiful eyes.

It took Lucy a while to realize she was Aven? Freton—as she raised her sword and severed Viscount Lanchelot's arm in an instant.

The screams brought Lucy to her senses, and Fitney pulled her aside, while Viscount Lanchelot, sensing that he was being attacked, subconsciously switched targets with the gun he was manipulating.

Fettnay and Lucy were in two directions, and Viscount Lancalotte pointed in her direction and shot wildly!

But the firing soon stopped.

The smoke cleared.

People are staring at all of this, not wanting to miss a single detail - it seems to be more than they could have anticipated.