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Long time no see,.

Riding on the saddle of the four-meter-high sword armor, His Royal Highness the Prince was dressed in dazzling golden Misoli armor, with a dark green cloak and long golden hair flying wantonly behind him, at this moment, Prince Richard was like a dragon slayer prince who walked out of a girl's dream.

The heavy pace of the sword armor dragon and the thick tail like the blade of the sword made the spacious royal capital Champs Longgen Avenue suddenly much narrower----------------- this Qingtiao Stone Avenue could have accommodated ten chariots together.

The signature cynical expression is still vivid and stubborn on the face of His Royal Highness, and this expression is the measure that distinguishes the true king from ordinary people.

Turning out of the corner is a row of tall and sturdy Boer cavalry, the stars holding the moon like a set off His Royal Highness the prince riding on the back of the wurm monster, the march speed of the wurm monster is a little slow, the Boer cavalry quickly shuttled around the wurm monster, with their own busyness to set off the prince's lofty tranquility, under the backdrop of these burly and a little excessive Boer cavalry, His Royal Highness the prince on the saddle of the sword armor dragon is more and more wise and majestic.

"Where can I find this childcare? So professional. Mo'er asked Helen quietly, and the little fox couldn't help laughing.

"Can the Templars lead regular armies?" Liu Zhenzhen was slightly surprised, and he began to look at His Royal Highness the prince firmly.

The fifty-man Boer cavalry was dressed in fine steel half-chain mail. This kind of heavy cavalry ground armor, the front half of the body protection is like an iron can, but the back only has a simple leather armor, which belongs to the more practical type of heavy cavalry armor. After all, the hoplites only had the share of rushing to others, and rarely needed to attack from behind.

In the iron-poor kingdom of Bimon. It must be the regular army that can have this kind of heavy armor.

These Boer cavalry had blue-gray crescent-shaped horns and long hair. The bull mounts under the crotch are covered with simple riveted leather armor in the vital parts, and there are faint mottled knife marks on them, so you can see at a glance that it is not only a regular army, but also a battle-hardened warrior.

The Boer cavalry gradually approached, each of them carrying a snowy double-edged axe, and their eyes were brighter than the double-edged greataxe; The long whip on the chest wrapped around the war sword and the military emblem of a hideous bull's head suddenly made their identities come out———— it turned out to be the Beamon Ace Legion's "Whip of the God of War" yak heavy cavalry, the elite of the elite.

It may have been a baptism of war. The prince's temperament has also undergone a series of changes, war and battlefield, and it is indeed the best school for the Beamon warriors.

In the past, Prince Richard was at most a falcon soaring high in the sky. Look down on the common people with a sharp gaze; Now the prince's eyes have changed to a dragon patrolling the sky, with a faint indifferent bird's-eye view of everything in the world, and the strength behind this indifferent look can dig out the humility and weakness hidden in the soul of others.

If only it weren't so contrived. Yes, indeed.

As soon as this group of people appeared near the God of War Square, they immediately attracted the eyes of all the sacrifices, and the most elite heavy cavalry and the lion and tiger prince of Beamon, many of the sacrifices had only heard of it, and when they saw it today, it was indeed worthy of their reputation.

Liu Zhenzhen really can't find any other words to describe His Royal Highness the Prince's sao Bao except for admiration, and he can release his wurm mount on the avenue in the city, even Liu Zhenzhen, who is already vain to the extreme, will definitely not be able to do it.

His Royal Highness the Prince led the yak heavy cavalry through the silent Champ de Mars Square, without squinting and with silent oppression, to the vicinity of the fountain, where a group of people and horses ate barbecue and chatted.

All the priests were whispering and speculating about ———— sacredness of the priest who had been found by His Royal Highness the Prince, and several Davian in purple shaman robes and the chief priest in golden sacrificial robes quietly bumped heads, with the exception of Lord Qi Dan, who had already hidden in the crowd at this time.

Liu Zhen's legs staggered on the table, a smoke ring erupted from his mouth, his eyes squinted, and he lazily slanted His Royal Highness the Prince.

In front of him, there was a mess of oil and bamboo sticks, two rabbit beauties were pinching his shoulders, Guoguo and his twin son were lying on his belly, and the belly gongs and drums of "Oriental Bo Longdong" were beating one after another, except for Helen and Mo'er who saw His Royal Highness the prince leaning over, their eyebrows frowned slightly, and the other Fei Leng Emerald centaurs were still giggling and laughing.

Ao Fat was washing his hair against the fountain, and smiled sideways at His Royal Highness the Prince, revealing a bloody mouth.

"Miss Helen." The Lion and Tiger Prince glanced at all the Beamon in front of him, and finally stopped his eyes on Helen's body, His Royal Highness owed a slight debt to the saddle of the sword dragon, and greeted the future Cambridge High Priest very culturedly: "Half a year has passed, and you are still so beautiful and moving." ”

"Thank you for the compliment, Your Highness." Helen replied nonchalantly, her tone not cold, but not the slightest intimacy.

"I took the liberty of helping Miss Helen to make a decision, your grandfather, Viscount Worrall, and his family were transferred from the Main Temple to serve in the military department, and as a reward for promotion, your grandfather was awarded a Lifetime Service Medal and the title of Count, and he is now the Chief of Beast Training." His Royal Highness the Prince patted the sword armor dragon, the wurm giant beast was as well-behaved as a little raccoon slave, roared, and slowly lowered its body, and His Royal Highness the prince jumped down from the high saddle with agility.

"Really............ Too...... Thank you so much. Helen's expression froze slightly, and her tone softened a little, this time she was genuinely thanking the prince, not out of politeness.

Helen's relatives have been left with only one uncle, Simak, in the aftermath of the Maple Leaf massacre, whose grandfather is a hereditary animal trainer at the temple and has been engaged in the role of domesticating pets and mounts for altar sacrifices and Templars. Although the domesticated pets and mounts cannot compete with the wild beasts in terms of quality, the role of the beast trainer is still indispensable to the temple, before the Maple Village tragedy. Helen's grandfather, the Worrall family, had been transferred to the main temple of Shabak.

And not only the Worrall family, since last year. The beast tamers of the temples of the major provinces have been transferred from the temple to the military department one after another, and Helen's grandfather Worrall can become the chief of beast training and be promoted to a knighthood, which is impossible without the help of nobles, after all, he is just a Viscount of Fox.

The royal capital, Shabak City, is different from the concept of other cities, this is the capital. Officials are flying all over the sky, if it is not a position with real power, even if it has a noble title, I am afraid that standing up is not as good as the butler of a big nobleman has more right to speak. For Helen, who has only a handful of relatives and heavy feelings. His Royal Highness the Prince could remember such a favor for herself, and she had to warm her heart, and it had only been a while since she came to Shabak, and she had not yet had time to visit Grandpa Worrall's house.

Liu Zhenzhen let out a series of sneers in a strange tone on the side, and the lion and tiger prince rolled his eyes at him.

This little trick of His Royal Highness the Prince is not superb. But it's a bit of a skill, first use family affection as the entry point, and calculate Helen's weakness, Liu Zhenzhen feels that the Rhine family is famous for their abusive love, and it is not without real talent, this Prince Richard is really an old Romeo in love.

"It's always been my dream to serve you, and if it weren't for the outbreak of war last year and the fact that I went to the front, I think I would have arrived at the Emerald to see you." His Royal Highness the Prince's hand touched the double-headed eagle medal hanging from the blue ribbon on his chest, intentionally or unintentionally, and said impassionedly.

The Double-headed Eagle Medal represents courage, blood, loyalty, and fearlessness, and in short, this medal is more effective than proving bravery to the attention of ignorant girls.

"Sell water by the Sanggan River." Mo'er muttered.

"Silly b~" Standing on Mo'er's shoulder, how could the little parrot let go of this opportunity.

"I've heard about your record on the front." Helen, as the smartest Fox, couldn't see that this prince was so flamboyant, pursed her lips and smiled secretly.

This faint smile suddenly straightened Prince Richard's eyes, the kind of enchantment unique to the fox girl, expressed vividly from Helen's smile, as the identity became more and more luxurious, the people under his command became larger and larger, Helen's coquettishness carried an indescribable solemnity, not to mention His Royal Highness the Prince, even Liu Zhenzhen next to her was also half of his body.

The two twin blood babies sat on Daddy's belly and stared strangely at a certain part of the fabric, where the fabric was a little unusually bulging.

Prince Richard's chatterbox was opened at once, his face flushed, and he talked about how he was in danger when he was fighting on the front line, and how he fought his way out of the encirclement.

"A hundred-pound boolean, a thousand-pound b~," the little parrot quacked wisely.

Prince Richard glared at the pesky little parrot fiercely, but he still couldn't stop the little beast's chatter, and the golden dragon parrot was not afraid, let alone a prince.

"I am very glad to mention that Miss Helen is about to be appointed as the High Priestess of Cambridge, and the Cambridge Oasis is not very far from the King of Shabak, and I plan to transfer to the Temple to the Cambridge Oasis as soon as possible, and use the sword in my hand to protect Miss Helen's safety." Prince Richard took a breath and said to the little fox in a graceful gesture that had been sorted out.

Liu Zhenzhen thinks that this guy has finally exposed the fox's tail, although he is a Rhine.

"That's not necessary." Helen pointed to the three Tygo warriors behind her, and said with a smile, "The Golden Templars are the place to defend the god of war, and I am safe enough to have these Tygo warriors." ”

"This matter can be taken care of later." Prince Richard's face was not impassive at all: "Actually, I came this time to invite Miss Helen to the dinner hosted by my father for you. ”

"A dinner party for you." The prince patted his hands lightly, emphasized his tone, and glanced coldly at Liu Zhenzhen next to him and said.

A splendid carriage slowly drove from the corner of the street after the prince's words, this carriage was pulled by four golden horses, the body was painted with gold ornaments, purely in a luxurious color, there was no superfluous pattern carving, and the groom driving was a tall and expensive Rhine lion, dressed in a golden tweed coat, with a luxurious temperament.

Seeing the four golden horses pulling the carriage in front of him, Nedved, who was pulling his beard with two gold coins, his eyes lit up, and the last time the centaur archer appeared this kind of look, it was when he found the "Maxima" three-legged golden toad.

"It's a royal carriage." Liu Zhenzhen whistled.

The eyebrows of the three Tai Biao warriors were furrowed very much, and His Majesty's invitation was not easy for anyone to refuse, but this kind of invitation was not necessarily a good thing for Tiger.

"Can you give me your hand?" Prince Richard bent down, and with a gesture of humility, took off his gloves and extended his hand to Helen.

The Rhine coachman of the royal carriage jumped out of the front seat, opened the door of the carriage, and nodded to Helen with a calm look that was neither humble nor arrogant.

"Go ahead." Liu Zhenzhen nodded to Helen, and the little fox's eyes kept looking at him: "It's too irrational to refuse the king's invitation." ”

"Your Majesty, it is our responsibility to accompany and protect you, please allow us to lead the way." An old and dignified warrior strode forward and protected the roof of the car door for Helen.

"Lord Effenberg, the defense of the palace does not need such a brave warrior as you to join, and we in Rhine are still a little confident in ensuring Miss Helen's safety in Shabak." Prince Richard sneered: "In addition, I want to make it clear that this time it was only His Majesty the King's invitation to Helen's personal banquet, and there was no invitation to you, the earl. ”

Hertz! Liu Zhenzhen couldn't help but look at the Biaoren warrior twice, but he didn't expect that this wood, who never spoke, was actually two grades higher than himself in the title of nobility.

The warrior Effenberg was choked by the prince's words, and he didn't know how to answer, His Majesty's big hat was buttoned up, and there was really no reason to cover it.

"Can I go too?" Mo'er looked at His Royal Highness the prince innocently and said.

"You?" Prince Richard's brows furrowed, and the black lines of the word "Wang" between his eyebrows turned into a "Tian" character, Mo'er was just the lowest level of blue-robed wind language sacrifice, not to mention the sacrifice of this level to enter the palace, and even the qualification to enter the temple.

However, Mo'er's identity is a bit special, as soon as she looks at her pair of crystal clear wings, His Royal Highness the Prince knows that she must be the Mandarin Fury butterfly man who has returned to the motherland, about the return of the three tribes to their homeland, the whole kingdom has been spread, and at the opening meeting of the Olympiad, the representatives of the three major tribes will accept the Hajj from His Majesty the King and the red-clothed high priest.

"This is my apprentice's grandson, Fengyu sacrifices to Mo'er." Helen blinked her watery eyes and looked at His Royal Highness the Prince.

"Okay then." Prince Richard shrugged his sword eyebrows, and agreed to Helen and Mo'er's request, he measured it himself, and he really couldn't find a reason to refuse Helen to go with his apprentices, and the mentor and apprentices attended important occasions together, which was also a tradition of cultivating sacrificial apprentices in the Kingdom of Beamon, of course, with the amorous character of His Royal Highness the Prince, he couldn't bear to refuse the request made by a delicate butterfly little beauty.

Looking at the high-headed horses around him stepping on the boulevard with a series of "Dede" sounds, Liu Zhenzhen was surprised why Prince Richard didn't go with him, which is really a bit inconsistent with the stalking character of this prince of kraft candy.

"Lord Richard." His Royal Highness finally took the initiative to greet Lord Fei Lengcui, but this time His Royal Highness the Prince's face was covered with a layer of frost, and he lost the smile he had just now.