It was night, and the royal city of Salion was brightly lit, and the jade-white giant's body shone with colorful streamers. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The Info Athletic Conference has come to an end, and Kaye, the lioness from Alfendor, unceremoniously takes the crown of champion, and by the way, ravages the body and mind of every knight who has lost under her hands. Maurice and Kia wisely did not sign up, but when the feast began, a breezy Kaye walked up to them and a cold sweat ran across their cheeks. Although they knew that even a lioness would be restrained after wearing an evening dress that would tie her waist into a thin bamboo pole, they couldn't help but get nervous.

"Long time no see, Kia." Kaye greeted the two with a smile, his eyes glancing at Morris, who looked a little unnatural, as if intentionally or unintentionally, "Why didn't I see you at the athletic convention, Maurice?" ”

"I ...... Didn't sign up. Morris "buzzed" and said like a mosquito.

"Why not?" Kaye's smile already had a hint of intimidation in it, "Lord Duke was expecting his son to bring glory to himself in the arena. ”

"This ...... I'm hurt. Morris took out the wound under his rib as a shield at this time, and he was a little lacking in confidence when he said this, after all, the person who bandaged him in the first place was Kaye, and Kaye knew the extent of his injury.

"Oh, I see." Kaye walked past the two viscounts with a meaningful smile. Kia looked at Morris sympathetically: "You're miserable. Morris cried with a sad face: "I am miserable. "The subtext of the knight chief is not difficult to understand: let you go tonight, and you will have to suffer when your skin injury is healed!

One by one, the guests entered the palace and took their seats. Duke Brenus, as the first contributor to this campaign against the Empire, naturally sat unceremoniously in the first place. The Duke of Allama sat in the second seat, followed by the return to the helm of the Chamber of Commerce, just as Ned was in the ascendant. Eldred sat next to Ned, and the two exchanged words softly. Then came the Duke of Elfwan. The representative of the Cult of the Goddess of Order was not the kind Bishop Thoms, but Dante, the head of the Inquisition, and Teresa, the nun of hell, who sat quietly in the corner of the long table. Dante wears his trademark sunglasses and hides his ghostly eyes under dark glass, but no guest wants to sit next to him. Kia walked over, sat down next to Dante, poked his head out, and seemed to greet Teresa, but in fact asked Dante in a low voice: "What about others?" ”

"Let's go." Dante replied, his gaze focused through his sunglasses on the bald man who stood behind the Duke of Allama like a green pine, and on his back carried a longbow of turquoise, the body of which was as clear as a wash, like the sky after rain, and the faint light of the light was faintly visible in the light of the bright lights. "Bow of the Heavens......" his voice was inaudible. The bald man seemed to sense Dante's gaze, turned his head and nodded here, the top of his head glistening: "Fortunately, Your Excellency the Chief of the Knights of Punishment." ”

Dante smiled and responded, "Fortunately, Instructor Baker." ”

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Estheus raised his head, and the delicate rain fell on his face and in his eyes, and the sky and the earth seemed to turn into a cloud of misty light and shadow. Eshua took a deep breath of the cold night wind, oxygen filling his lungs like a cold current, and he plunged headlong into the river outside the city, splashing a huge splash on the surface of the water, and then calmed down.

Eshua kept diving until the starlight could no longer shine at a depth, and he was suspended in a dark place where he could not reach his fingers, and slowly groped his way along the riverbed. Finally, his hand touched a hard, not like the river itself: a piece of masonry embedded in a mud bed. He pressed down hard, and it seemed as if something was turning on in the darkness, and the poured river rushed forward with him, bubbles slapping on his face. Eshu closed his eyes and curled up, letting the current push him. There was not much oxygen left in his body, but fortunately, this hidden waterway did not last long, and it didn't take long for him to feel the pressure on his skin reduce, and the current was carrying him up quickly.

Estheau's head was out of the water, and he breathed heavily, surveying his surroundings: he was in a small pool surrounded by neat red bricks, which continued to spread out in front of him, and the walls on either side were lit with bright candles. According to Dante, this secret passage leading to the royal palace of the royal city was a building from the time of the Pande Empire, and any light maintained by burning would hardly survive in the enclosed space for a long time, but its lighting system was still functioning. The candles stretched along the road, and they connected into a flickering light!

Eshu crawled out of the pool and walked along the candlelight, his wet footsteps ringing in the silent passageway, his shadow stretched by the candlelight, like a black jaw with teeth and claws on the wall.

The dinner was very enthusiastic, and the royal poet with a handsome face and melancholy eyes gently brushed his fingers through the harp, and the sound of the harp was like a spring of water, which gradually filled the hall. The young aristocrats eagerly found their dance partners and slid onto the dance floor with their arms around each other's waists. Duke Brenus, who had won the victory of Thurbuk and added another legend to his already glorious military history, was the focus of the banquet, and Maurice became the object of side knocks, and a few nobles, soft-spoken nobles, who were constantly looking at him, asked how the famous general of fire had penetrated the heavily guarded Seb Bridge in only three hours, and how he had penetrated into the hinterland of the empire to entangle with the encircled Shadow Wing, and finally completed a near-impossible counterattack. Maurice was able to cope with it at first, but when a nobleman brought his twelve or thirteen-year-old daughter over, Maurice was a little unbearable, and he glared at him with wine, and at this time he had a bit of the power of Duke Renus. The other party's careful thinking was seen through by the young viscount at a glance, and he smiled sneeringly and hurriedly walked away. Kia looked at his friend's embarrassment and laughed in his heart. There are also many nobles in the royal city who have had a holiday with the Elfwan family, and there are not a few people who have taken advantage of the disastrous defeat of the Duke of Elfwan on the plains of Callindeen to come and say cool things. But Duke Avwan had his own way of dealing with these two-faced politicians, and when the other party came over in a strange way, the old duke smiled tolerantly and said "What you said is." "Just perfunctory. No one dared to tear his face with Duke Elfwan here, and left in a huff after hitting a wall. It's not that they didn't have Kia's idea, but after seeing the silver-haired man wearing sunglasses next to him, they avoided it with interest, and secretly exclaimed in their hearts: This kid is young, but he has courage!