"What's really fake?" Sauron was confused, he was probably the only person there who didn't even understand what was going on.

"Wori, you're quite bold!" the lord smacked his lips, his eyes like eagles overlooking the territory, and the other three were dissipating their confidence like quails, and they all opened their mouths and couldn't speak.

They had taken pictures outside the noble garden, and of course they knew that the person in front of them was the real Richard.

The contrast between the two groups, filled with righteous indignation and bowing eyebrows, is more convincing than any other language.

The truth was clear, the bearded man outside the door waved his hand, and more than a dozen soldiers left the team and walked neatly to prepare to enter the house to get people.

"To be honest, I'd love to kill you guys right now!"

I thought that these thieves would do at most to cheat some food and drink, but I really didn't think that they were still dream-type, and they actually had the courage to deceive the regular army of the kingdom. And what's even more unbelievable is that if they hadn't been unlucky and bumped into the deity, they seemed to have moved smoothly and had successfully infiltrated the legion station.

This is really in response to that sentence, how bold people are, how productive the land is.

The only thing to be thankful for is that they shouldn't have had time to poke out any Lou Zi, otherwise they wouldn't have had to wipe his ass with Lord Richard.

"Dear Eagle Knight, please forgive this little joke, we have no ill intentions. Seeing the soldiers getting closer, "Hurt" said stubbornly.

This sentence calmed Richard a little - the title of Eagle Knight himself has just arrived, and it should only be circulating in a very small area at present. Since the few people in front of him can know, their identities are definitely not as simple as ordinary small liars - at least big liars.

"Wait. Richard raised his hand, and the soldiers stopped and turned to look at their commander. The bearded man nodded slightly, and the stone house calmed down for a moment.

"Tell us about yourself. ”

"Actually, we are, we are ......" The voice became more and more fragmented, and "Hutt" muttered for a long time without muttering a reason.

"Who is it!" Richard slapped the stone wall, and roof dust and rubble fell.

The slap was quite convincing, leaving obvious pits and cracks in the rock wall, and a slight commotion suddenly sounded among the surrounding soldiers. The old mage beside the bearded man took a few steps back without a trace.

"Ahem. The big black man choked on the dust, took the initiative to walk up to Richard and said, "That, in fact, I'm Béderick." ”

His outfit was a breakthrough compared to before, his braids were covered with dense pieces of shiny silver, and the reflection of the sun on them could blind a squadron of infantry.

With the badges of five or six sects hanging from his neck at the same time, Richard could recognize the Holy Light Church, the Nature Sect, and the long-vanished Flame Elemental Sect. This is now enlightened, if you had dared to do this thousands of years ago, you would have been tied to a big stone and thrown into the river.

In addition, when walking, the movements are twisted and pinched, as if you want to do some petty theft from other people's pockets all the time, and you are not a serious person at first glance.

"Bédrick?" the lord vaguely felt that the name was a little familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere. But he is not ordinarily forgetful, and he can't think of anything for a while.

"Father should have told you about me. ”

Sauron looked at this big black man with the word rebellion written all over his body, his lips trembled twice, and he squeezed out a word with great difficulty—"Your Highness?"

Richard finally remembered that His Majesty Sagre seemed to have mentioned that his son's name was Béderick, and he served in the Dragon's Claw.

"Just call me Bedrick, or Beck, or Beck, in short, please don't call me Your Highness. This sentence acknowledges Sauron's speculation.

"Fake!" The lord's first reaction was this, one day is a liar, always a liar, and the liar's words can be believed unless the sow goes to heaven.

And the flaw is clear - Bederick is not temporarily joining the Dragon's Claw sequence, since he has served in the Legion before, how can the people of the Dragon's Claw not recognize him.

"I thought maybe a gentleman would be willing to explain to me what was going on. Sauron sighed against his temples, realizing that it was self-defeating to try to figure out the situation by his own ingenuity.

For a complete outsider, in less than a quarter of an hour after entering the stone house, everything that happened was too dizzying—first the dragon's claw barricados barricading several of their own nobles in the house, and then a young man claiming to be His Royal Highness Béderick.

Whether or not he seemed to be in focus was something Sauron himself was a little unsure of how he would get into the Legion Quarters, and if he didn't, why he seemed to have a grudge against Richard.

All this makes one head feel stronger than two.

"A bunch of liars. Richard hooked Sauron's shoulders and pointed at the trio, "They used to pretend to be me, and now they want to pretend to be His Royal Highness Bédrick, anyway, they are swaggering everywhere." ”

"Impersonating a nobleman is a felony and should be handed over to the vigilantes. "Sauron, the old fox, states the law that is absolutely infallible, but he is not willing to make judgments that may offend people.

"Hear no, quickly hand it over to the Coron security team, and let them stay in the water prison for the rest of their lives. The lord immediately turned to the soldiers of the Dragon's Claws.

"It's true this time!" Before the big black man could speak, the "Hutt" behind him stopped doing it first, and hurriedly raised three fingers, "I would like to swear with all the honor of a court swordsman." ”

He stretched out his palm, and the extremely condensed bronze fighting qi flame rose slightly above the palm, which immediately made everyone in the stone house feel a wave of heat on their faces.

The lord is quite knowledgeable, and this level is probably a little stronger than Hendra, and there is no doubt that he is a good hand.

No matter where you are, strength is an unimpeded pass. This hand came out, and no matter how ridiculous they were, they now seemed reliable.

"And we also have official documents. The fake Richard smiled awkwardly at the real Richard, took out a paper roll from his backpack and handed it over.

The content is still secondary, the key is that at the end of the lord, I saw a gardenia that was constantly blooming and withering, which was a fairly high-level magic mark, and the possibility of imitation was infinitely close to zero.

"I'm Byrne of the Court Mage. "False Richard's face was full of shame that life was worse than death, and the lord had no doubt that if he took the opportunity to sarcastically say something to him, this young man would inevitably have a heart attack and leave the world at once.

The expression on Richard's face suddenly became indescribable.