There was an open-top carriage parked outside the hotel, and there was no driver, and the trailer was not an ordinary mule or horse, but a pair of female sphinxes, commonly known as the "Sphinx". Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Natasha took Roland in her left hand and Lyudmila in her right hand, jumped into the car in a hurry, whistled, and the two Sphinx flapped their wings and dragged the carriage into the air. The carriage itself was constantly magically counteracting gravity, flying smoothly through the air, and soon came to the northern highlands of the city, where it landed in front of a towering castle.

Roland got out of the car and looked up at the castle in front of him, knowing that this ancient, sturdy building was the lord's mansion.

A middle-aged man dressed in a homemaker's robe stood in front of the castle gate to greet everyone. He was taller and more muscular than the average Kitlander, but his face did not show the savage temperament of most Kitlander men, and his beard set off a handsome but resolute face, and the corners of his lips smiled slightly, giving people the impression of gentleness and generosity.

What worries Roland the most is that there is a divine brilliance in the depths of his eyes, not necessarily that he himself has become a god, but more likely that a certain god attaches great importance to him and sends him a trace of true divine power as a blessing, which is a privilege that the direct descendants of the gods may not be able to obtain, and is usually only awarded to the elect.

It is conceivable that this man of extraordinary bearing is the contemporary lord of Kitland, the legendary Kord fighter Beowulf.

At this moment, a little girl emerged from Beowulf and looked at the two guests curiously.

The little girl looked like she was seven or eight years old, wearing a lovely pink princess dress, with a beautiful face and golden hair carved out of almost the same mold as Natasha, and she knew that she was the precious daughter of Beowulf and Natasha without asking.

Behind the father and daughter, in the corner of the castle hall lay a golden lion, twice as large as an ordinary lion, apparently a fierce lion, with an iron collar around his neck, just lying quietly in the corner and dozing like a guard dog.

"Rudolph's son, Igor's daughter, welcome to Kitland, welcome to my house." Beowulf took the initiative to come up and shake Lyudmila's hand, and then hugged Roland.

His speech and demeanor were frank and simple, quite ancient, which made Roland feel very kind.

Lyudmila and the little girl beside him stared at each other, and the little girl suddenly snorted and grinned with her snow-white teeth.

"Big sister, haven't you been back to your hometown for a long time, and you are no longer used to the warm sunshine of our Lucia mountains, look at you in the sun, like a roasted corn cob."

The female ranger was embarrassed, and her wheat-colored skin flushed: "My name is Lyudmila, I have been away from Kitland for fifteen years, and I have been living in the southern plains before, where the sun is not so hot, what is your name, little sister?" ”

"My name is Bella...... "The little girl was talking, and Lyudmila noticed that the fierce lion behind her stood up quietly, tiptoed behind Bella, and suddenly pounced on all fours.

"Watch out for your back!" Lyudmila exclaimed, and without thinking about pushing Bella away.

Natasha grabbed her shoulder first and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Bella can handle Simba's prank on her own." ”

Only then did Lyudmila realize that although the lion named "Simba" pounced on Bella, it did not mean to swallow, but only tried to pounce on the little master.

However, after all, this is an adult fierce lion weighing more than a thousand pounds, even if it is a prank, the impact under the full speed charge is comparable to a battering ram, the clawed claw of the casserole is as sharp as a hook, even an iron plate can easily be scratched, how can a little girl with fine skin and tender flesh withstand it?

Lyudmila couldn't help but hold her breath and pinched a cold sweat for little Bella.

"Simba, you beg to fight!" Little Bella was full of coquettishness, and even took the initiative to rush up against the lion, stepped up to bully Simba, dodged her left paw sideways, and held her right paw steadily, while her right hand struggled to hit a palm upward, hitting the lion's jaw.

Bang! Bella's petite body contained unexpected divine power, and with one palm, she counteracted the momentum of Simba's flutter, and knocked the ferocious lion, which weighed more than a thousand pounds, into the air and tumbled, falling to the ground on all fours.

Bella jumped on top of Simba, wrapped her arms around the lion's thick neck, and strangled him by the throat.

"Simba, are you convinced?" The little girl maintained the strength of the throat lock, and the willow eyebrows raised and asked sharply.

The girl's two little white arms had ten thousand pounds of strength, like an iron chain around Simba's neck, and the more it struggled, the tighter it became, and the poor fierce lion could not breathe, and his eyes rolled and he was about to faint, and he was forced to let out a cry for mercy.

Bella smiled with satisfaction, let go of Simba, and kicked it in the ass: "Get out!" ”

The ferocious lion struggled to get up, shook its head that was still a little dazed by lack of oxygen, and ran back to the corner to continue lying on its stomach.

Lyudmila was dumbfounded.

Roland was also eye-opening, quietly opening the "Pupil of Destiny" to check the strength attributes of this eight-year-old girl, and then couldn't help wiping a cold sweat.

"As the daughter of Lord Beowulf and Lady Natasha, Miss Bella is truly a natural god."

"Oh? Big brother, who are you? Looks pretty handsome! The little girl was as straightforward as her mother, and her black and white eyes widened and looked at Roland curiously.

Roland smiled, half-squatted down and stretched out his right hand to the little girl: "Beautiful and respected 'Lion Princess', my name is Roland Kolas, I am a traveler from the south, and I am honored to know you. ”

"Wow! Lion Princess?! I love this title so much, thank you for the compliment! Little Bella's cheeks flushed with excitement, and she grabbed Roland's hand and didn't let go, "It turns out that you are the southern knight named Roland!" I've heard Vigraf talk about you! ”

Roland liked this innocent and lovely little girl very much, and asked her with a smile: "Did that kid Vigraf speak ill of me behind my back?" ”

Bella shook her head again and again: "No! He adores you so much, saying that you are the wisest and most attractive man he has ever seen in his life! ”

Roland laughed dumbly, and told Bella softly: "Viglaf is too much to say, the man who meets the above evaluation should be your father, Vigraf is my good friend, and he used this exaggerated way to praise me in order to get your family to pay attention to it and take seriously the plan I submitted for the operation of the tournament." ”

Bella grabbed her hair and expressed her opinion in a serious manner: "As far as I can see, Vigraf doesn't say anything about you, because you're really attractive, well, as handsome as my dad!" The little girl stuck out her tongue shyly, and then changed to a skeptical expression: "As for the 'wise' evaluation, I can't see it...... Big brother, do you dare to accept my test? (To be continued.) )