Oude is getting old, and after listening to Zhou Han's request, he has the heart to die, and he can't wait to resign immediately.

The desire to form a band was thus frustrated, but fortunately, the old butler did play the violin well, and it was okay to listen to the solo.

Zhou Han had just finished taking a bath, wrapped in a woolen bath towel, lying on the sofa by the lake, surrounded by no wind, the sun was mellow and warm, with the afterglow of late autumn;

The sofa was moved out temporarily, because Zhou Han had a cold, and he wanted to bask in the sun on the lawn by the lake.

There is also a folding table on the side, and there is a row of crystal goblets on the folding table, which contains all kinds of wines, and the oxidation time required for different types of wine is also different.

He also thought that the sun was too harsh, so he had two slices of lemon cut for him and put them over his eyes to create a more comfortable environment for his lunch break.

"Cut a soft tune, the moonlight will be good, I'm going to rest. Zhou Han closed his eyes and said to Oude.

Oude stood aside, holding a violin, with a paper sheet music on the stand in front of him.

From the moment Zhou Han lay down, Oude's hand did not stop, and what surprised Oude even more was that these scores were all from Zhou Han's hand, and he could also compose music, with his excellent musicality, he could feel the vitality contained in these scores, which was enough to be described as great!

Of course, Zhou An didn't know how to compose, after he knew that Old Oude could play the violin, he retrieved all the scores of Beethoven, Chopin, Mozart and others from Catherine's database, and personally transcribed them on paper, and then asked Old Oude to take turns to listen to himself, classical music does have his unique beauty, especially in the Deleo continent, which is extremely lacking in spiritual culture.

If Celtic doesn't show up, it must be a perfect afternoon.

Celtic broke into Kante Manor, when Zhou Han was snoring and the old butler was playing the quartet.

The sound of horses' hooves and the dust outside the manor were blowing, and Celtic rode on a tall ochre-red steed, his steel carved openwork door closed, and he held on to the reins.

An entourage in silver armor drove his horse close to Celtic and said, "Lord Duke, I will inform you that you are here." ”

Celtic brought a total of ten people, and the cultivation of ten people was the same as him, all of them were silver warriors, and this strength was enough to fight against a golden warrior, and he would take Zhou Han's life.

Celtic drew his sword, the silver fighting energy condensed at the blade, he swung it at the gate, the sword did not enter the door, the gate collapsed, and the fracture was as smooth as a mirror.

Celt snorted, withdrew his sword, and rode forward, his hooves cranking the lawn, and the group rushed towards the towers in the distance.

Before Celtic rode to the main tower, he saw in the distance a sofa on the lawn by the lake, and a few empty crystal goblets glittering on the folding table beside him.

Without even thinking about it, Celt raised his saber, and a silver light swept across the lawn and whistled towards the couch by the lake.

The delicate couch split apart in an instant, and the pieces fell into the lake, causing ripples.

The bracket on which the score was played was also cracked by the force, and a large pile of sheet music flew wildly over the lawn in the wind.

"Honorable knights, the contemptible Stephen Chow, is the master of this manor, and if there is any mishesitation, he will look to Haihan. The sound came from the tower, whose delicate wooden doors opened leisurely, and a roll of red carpet rolled down the stone steps, through the neat meadows, to the Celtic horses.

The score fell like snowflakes, and Zhou Han walked out of the tower with a smile on his face.

He had put on the brown leather trench coat, the brass zippers on his boots were shining, he was smiling, his hands were in a "please" gesture, and behind him, the old butler Oude was leading, and the servants stood on either side of the red carpet, bowing deeply.

More is better than less, Zhou Han knows that he is a stranger in a foreign land, and he can endure everything.

Celt stepped on the stirrup and flipped off his high horse, and he walked on the red carpet with his right hand on the gauntlet of the saber at his waist.

The warriors also dismounted, and they followed behind the Celts, their silver armor rattling as they walked, the sky darkening, and dark clouds pouring out from the end of Shelley's forest.

Celtic strode forward, his black leather pants tucked into his boots, a purple tight shirt with a black breastplate over his shirt, and wrist guards of the same material on his arms, and the coat of arms of the Duru family on his shoulders, from which the golden tassel straps hung down.

Celt took off his hat, revealing short curly brown hair, cold features, brown eyes hidden deep under the brow bone, a high nose, and thin lips with iron and gray.

His complexion was pale, his pores were enlarged, and the blood vessels in the corners of his eyes and the base of his ears were clearly visible, tinging bluish-purple.

"Go, pick up the hat for this distinguished guest. Zhou Han vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he still greeted him with a smile, and he instructed a maid beside him.

Before Catherine's energy was exhausted, even God could not help himself, Zhou Han's pride came from his confidence in the occult, and no amount of gorgeous service could hide the ignorance and feudalism of this group of barbarians.

The servant bowed her head to Celtic, she looked up, and was about to reach out to take her hat, and saw the person in front of her, the servant exclaimed, and her legs went limp, and the whole person sat down.

"Lord Duke of Celtic~"

Celt threw his hat back, drew his sword, and stabbed the maid without saying a word.

The smile on Zhou Han's face hadn't dissipated yet, and he didn't have time to make a move.

Blood splattered on Zhou Han's leather boots.

The maid was dead, and there was an extra hole in her throat, and a whimper accompanied by blood gushing outward.

Zhou Han was stunned, he could have prevented this from happening, with Catherine's strength, it was more than enough.

But he was negligent, and he did not know how much more a duke would pay to kill a slave than to kill a horse.

"Have you ever seen that invisible force?" Zhou Han's eyebrows were deeply locked, his right hand reached out to Celtic, and made a claw shape at him, Zhou Han's every finger trembled, and his anger could not be contained.

Catherine had already built the Ice Realm, and a wave of energy was gathering momentum in the depths of the lake in the distance.

The lake crystallized suddenly, and dozens of ice spears burst out of the ice, and the wake of the ice spears tore the grass stalks, lifted the mud, and rushed towards the Celts.

Its speed has surpassed the speed of sound, and even Celtic, as a silver warrior, cannot detect the slightest thing.

But the silver-armored warriors behind him saw all this, and the two silver-armored guards pounced.

The ice spear easily pierced through their armor and into their bodies.

The muscles of the two silver warriors were immediately filled with silver fighting energy, and they used it to resist the impact of the ice spear.

Dozens of ice spears slammed into the guards' chests, instantly turning into powder, and the sound of ice crystals shattering erupted in all directions with their flesh as the source.

The two Silver Warriors spat out a mouthful of blood almost simultaneously, their chests covered with flesh and blood, their ribs exposed, and the crushed ice embedded in them.

A trace of coldness passed through Zhou Han's heart, although he was not an indecisive person, but making such a cruel method still made him extremely uncomfortable.