"It can't be like this, it's all what I should do, it's not worth it!"

The coachman didn't bother with Hughes' minor injuries at this time, and with a lot of force he held his hand, and Hughes felt the pain of the grabbed flesh on his arm even more. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

There was no way, Xius had to retreat, and seriously said something again to comfort and praise the other party, and the coachman slowly became normal, but his face was still a little ruddy.

"Surround these two trouble-making bastards!Who are you, why are you fighting here, and you are dying?" At this time, a large number of surrounding city guards quickly gathered over, and the chain armor on their bodies couldn't help but vibrate and rub, and the low and piercing metal sound made Xie Xius frown. Coupled with the unceremonious stern questioning of the other party's leader, Xie Xiusius's face was even more difficult to look at.

The coachman's face was also not good-looking, and in Guangyao City, he couldn't remember how many years he hadn't been so reprimanded by the high-spirited city guard leader in front of him! Besides, the other party was not only asking himself, but also the young master!

"Pay attention to your identity, soldier, do you know who you are talking to? This young master in front of you is the sister-in-law of Viscount Gael, and you asked my young master in such a bad tone just now, do you not want this armor?" the coachman glared angrily at the head with a wicked look on his nostrils facing the sky, and roared viciously.

"What?!Is it Young Master Xius?!" The head of the guards, who was still extremely arrogant a moment ago, changed his face in an instant when he heard this, and a look of horror and remorse flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly shouted at the soldiers around him: "Don't you hurry up and get out of here, didn't you hear that you are surrounded by a noble viscount young master? Get out of here!"

While shouting, this guy covered in silver chain armor turned over and slipped off the horse, almost pounced in front of Xiusi, and begged for mercy with a look of panic and flattery: "Venerable Young Master Xiusi, just now I had no eyes, and I didn't even see your appearance clearly, you have a lot of adults, please don't be like me." ”

Hughes has been trained as a warrior for many years, and the last thing he can see is this kind of garbage that automatically softens his bones when he encounters power, but because the other party has apologized and called his name, in order to avoid being criticized for not having an aristocratic demeanor in the future, he has to respond with a hesitant face: "You know my name, soldier?"

Seeing that Xius did not mean to be angry with him on the spot, the head of the city guard was overjoyed for a while, and despite the obvious impatience on Xiusi's face, he opened his mouth to say a few more words, completely eliminating the aftermath of tonight's incident.

It's a pity that before he could say anything, the coachman guard, who already understood Xius's mood, sneered and pushed his body closer and closer.

Looking at the reluctant grinning head with disdain, the coachman sneered and mocked: "Of course he knows your name, young master, otherwise how can these guys who have no ability to bully the weak and fear the hard be majestic in Shining City? Hmph, don't you just have eyesight!"

Hughes laughed, and he understood the meaning of the word "eyesight" in the coachman's mouth, which was obviously accentuated.

But the smile faded in an instant, such trivial matters had never been within the scope of the nobility's concern, and what Hughes wanted most now was to go home immediately, and quietly reflect on the serious memories of this real hostile encounter for the first time in his life, in order to gain something. At the same time, it is also a strong requirement for the surge of power in the body.

The coachman understood what the young master meant, and immediately pointed to the broken carriage and the seriously injured people nearby who had not escaped, and ordered: " The young master and I came home from the Dhaka manor, and here we encountered a premeditated attack by a group of people, about a dozen of them, who were ambushed here with the intention of killing the young master, those broken pieces of wood were the fragments of my carriage, and those who were lying down were all murderers, however, the strongest of them, a junior swordsman, had already fled, and he also cut off the heads of those two people, the general situation is like this, you now immediately divide ten people and I to escort the young master home, and the rest of the people protect the scene, I think the sheriff will definitely come over to check as soon as possible after the situation is reported。 ”

"Yes, yes!" The head of the guard finally understood the attitude of the other party, and did not dare to say more, but immediately turned around and pulled out ten strong men to assign to the coachman to command, and then immediately retreated to the side and began to maintain order.

The coachman gave an order, and ten men surrounded them tightly in the center, and the group quickly left in the direction of the Viscount's castle.

"What's your name?" As the distance from the scene of the incident became farther and farther away, the noise around him finally became much quieter, and the silence of the street calmed his mind a lot, and he remembered the previous question.

"Young Master, my name is Nalko, a level 6 swordsman. The coachman replied respectfully.

"Oh, you can see that you have a lot of combat experience. I don't think you have to take all the responsibility for what happened just now, I will explain it to my father, and I believe that you will still be my guardian in the future. Hughes smiled and comforted the other, for today's events, except for his dissatisfaction with himself, he was very happy with everyone else, even the person who attacked him.

If the coachman knew that his young master was thinking like this at this time, he would definitely open his mouth wide and be at a loss.

Because he didn't know why the young master, who was almost in danger of his life, was so calm and so casual. Only Hughes himself understood what a gain he had gained from this sudden attack.

Thinking of this, Xiusi's walking pace unconsciously quickened a lot, he could already feel that a certain point in the depths of his lower abdomen was getting hotter and hotter, as long as he practiced quietly for a night as soon as possible, he believed that a small warrior fire would definitely be born at that point.

Yes, that's the Power Seed!

That's the source of vindictiveness!

That's where the soldier's life's hope lies!

The group was approaching the castle when they were suddenly intercepted by a group of soldiers.

"What man!" the coachman immediately shouted, he couldn't see the other party clearly in the darkness, so he could only draw his long sword and stand on guard. Enough trouble tonight was going on, and he definitely didn't want another encounter.

"It's Nalko!, where is the young master?" someone in the opposing team immediately shouted.

"It's Joseph, young master, the castle's guards have come to meet you, and everything is safe!" the coachman was overjoyed when he heard the voice, and immediately turned his head to the vigilant Xius.

"The young master is here, we were attacked, the young master was slightly injured, there is no big problem!"

The soldiers on the opposite side immediately rushed forward with a roar, surrounded the ten coachmen, and the dazzling cold light reflected from the sharp blades of their weapons made the ten city guards tremble, and they hurriedly turned their eyes for help to the coachman who had been giving orders.

"Don't embarrass them, they are city guards, let them go, let's escort the young master home quickly!" The coachman waved his hand to let the ten people leave and go back to report the news, and then the castle guards surrounded Xius in the center.

This driver is completely relieved, with the combat power of the castle's private soldiers, he is not afraid of two more swordsmen who can emit a fighting spirit.

"Joseph, you're coming too slowly!" the coachman began to complain as soon as the situation was safe.

"Young Master, I'm Joseph, the leader of the escort team, and you're frightened. A tall, burly man in armor stepped over to the smiling Shecius in two steps and saluted.

"Very well, Joseph, don't have to stay here, get home quickly, I'm in business. Xius felt that the power in his body was constantly condensing at this time, impacting his body wave after wave, he urgently needed a quiet place to control this power to move in the right direction, otherwise, once he accidentally broke through the critical point, his body would be greatly damaged, and maybe even hurt the foundation of the swordsman's promotion, which was very fatal.

"It's the young master!" Joseph was stunned for a moment, and then immediately ordered everyone to speed up their pace, and the group quickly returned to the castle. The gates of the castle were long open, the passageway was brightly lit, and a noblewoman, accompanied by her servants, looked anxiously out.

"Theseus!" the noblewoman saw her son coming at a glance, and she was about to pounce on her son with a scream. Hughes hurriedly ran a few steps to meet his mother's embrace.

"Hughes, my child, how are you, are you hurt?" The noblewoman was the mistress of the Viscount Castle, and the mother of Hughs, Viscountess Betty Holden, an elegant and beautiful lady of the famous Shining City.

"It's okay, Mom, I'm fine, I'm basically not hurt, hehe!" Hughes felt unusually warm and safe in his mother's arms, as if he had been taught by his father and ran to his mother for comfort.

However, although Hughes was very nostalgic for his mother's embrace, the situation in his body did not allow him to waste any more time, and the stinging sensation was already appearing in the place where the fire was born, and the situation was becoming more and more urgent.

"Mom, I must go back to the bedroom immediately, you help me call my father and tell him I'm going to advance!" Hugh Hughed his mother hard, and then immediately let go and strode towards his bedroom, leaving only his mother, who was briefly stunned and then excited.

"Come on son, I'll call your father, you will definitely succeed!" After that, the originally elegant and beautiful viscountess no longer cared about her manners, but simply lifted the corner of her skirt and ran towards the study, startling the servants next to her for a while, and then quickly followed with an exclamation.

For a while, chickens and dogs were jumping at the gate of Viscount Gael's castle, and everyone was busy.

"Darling, dear, go and see our son!" said Mrs. Betty, who rushed up to the study with the corner of her skirt in her hand, shouting as she went, her forehead dripping with a fine layer of sweat, and her breasts rising and falling rapidly, evidently with all her might.

There were three people in the study discussing something at this time, and when they saw the lady who broke in, the centipede-faced Viscount Gale couldn't help frowning, and secretly wondered in his heart, how many years had he not seen his wife so flustered.

Immediately, he thought of something, his face changed suddenly, and he directly grabbed his wife's hand and asked urgently, "Child, is Xius injured!" Before he finished speaking, a powerful momentum instantly swelled around him as the center, and the pages on the desk immediately scattered in all directions,

The other two men in the study each took a step back, and the lady was so pale that she couldn't lift her breath and fainted.

At this time, even His Excellency the Viscount, who was accustomed to seeing bloody storms on the battlefield, was in a hurry, and he yelled angrily outside: "What's the matter, where is the person who serves the lady?"

"My lord, my lord......" At this time, several panting maids ran outside the door, their faces were flushed, and at this time they suddenly saw the lady lying in the arms of His Excellency the Viscount, and they all screamed and snatched it up.

The viscount handed the lady into their hands, and with his cultivation, he naturally understood that the fainting of the lady was only because she ran too quickly and was inadvertently startled by him, and it was not a big problem, and she would wake up after a while.

He called out to wonder why the lady was in such a hurry?

One of the maids was observant and smart, and before Gale could question, she replied first: "My lord, the young master has just come back, and he ran to the bedroom after saying a word to Madame, and Madame suddenly ran to you, so fast that we can't keep up!"

"What?" the fire in the viscount's heart burst into flames, rushing straight to his brain, his eyes blood-red for a moment.

"Please stop your anger!" At this time, Nalco, the coachman who had just run into the door, saw the scene in the room and immediately understood what was going on, and he quickly stopped the viscount who was about to break out with all his strength.

"Is it you?What's wrong with Theseus?Why is Madame in such a hurry?" Viscount Gale immediately glared at the sight of Nalco, and roared like a cannon grabbing the other party.

"The young master has been slightly injured, but now he is about to break through the promotion, and Madame is here to report that you will come over immediately!" replied to the coachman who endured the pain caused by the great force in his arm.

As soon as the words fell, there was no longer a shadow of Viscount Gale in the room, and Nalco was even rushed around before falling to the ground.

Viscount Gale ran to his son's bedroom in a hurry, and used his fighting spirit with all his might in the castle, and the huge momentum shook them into parts every time he passed through them, scattering them in all directions, and smashing the stone walls of the castle into earth and stones.

The three swordsmen who had been in a hurry to follow behind had no choice but to stop in the face of the passage where earth and rocks were shooting indiscriminately, and looked at each other as their adults wantonly destroyed their homes like Silver Beamon.

Flying to the door of his son's bedroom, Viscount Gale forcibly stopped. He knows that if the external environment interferes too much, it is likely that his son's breakthrough will fail, and even threaten his body.

Gently pushing open the lightly closed door, Viscount Gale saw his red-faced son sitting cross-legged on the ground, trying to control the power in his body.

"It's alright!" Viscount Gale breathed a sigh of relief after a moment of careful observation.

Based on his experience, he could naturally see that the strength on his son's body was indeed breaking through the restraints of his body and gathering towards the point deep in his lower abdomen, and the process was smooth, and the violent force did not cause too serious pressure on his son's body.

Although pain is inevitable, he believes that with the strong will that he has cultivated through hard training in the past, this little pain will soon be able to survive and become a true junior swordsman.

Viscount Gale smiled slightly, he was extremely happy in his heart, for the news that his son is an out-and-out genius, I believe that every parent will be extremely excited and overjoyed.

Gail took a few steps back, and he stood quietly at the door of the room, standing like a statue of a patron saint, earnestly guarding his pride, his son Theseus.

As time passed, people gradually gathered in front of the room, but everyone except his wife, Betty, was blocked at the end of the corridor by Gail's stern gaze.

The whole castle was filled with an oppressive atmosphere, and even the horses and hounds in the backyard did not dare to make a sound.

The appearance of such an effect is no longer the power of a high-level swordsman, this is the power of the spirit, and it is a realm that only a great swordsman can touch.

In order for his son to successfully break through the first level of the warrior, Viscount Gael, as a father, could no longer care about Taoguang, and he unreservedly released all his cultivation, even if it was known by his opponents tomorrow.