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The girl sitting on the bench looked in amazement at her close friend's long silver hair hanging loosely on the princess's dress, "The body is as slender as a doll, and the light silver eyes are full of calm and calm half-elf princesses." Where are the novels updated the fastest? Please look for Aishang Novel Network biquge.info but this seemingly weak girl is famous in aristocratic circles for her strong personality.

The silver dagger she wore with her with her with emeralds looked like the sword used by a noble lady to defend herself and tailor herself, but Magdal had no doubt that she could easily subdue a grown man with that sword, and of course it was not a good idea. Her Royal Highness the princess's swordsmanship is famous in the royal family, and she is an official knight of the kingdom and is no match for her.

The girl pressed her hands on her knees, and she couldn't help but feel a little envious in her heart. She is also a princess" from the Duchy of Manticore, and Griffiin have known each other since childhood, and the two have always been close friends. But she was very envious of the other party's kind of ability to naturally show her external strength, "Even the details between every subtle movement show the extremely autonomous nature of Her Royal Highness the Princess." In contrast, she grew up learning strict aristocratic etiquette, and although she was well-read and knowledgeable, outsiders have always regarded her as a gentle, quiet and elegant daughter.

It can even be said that Vaughn is the model of most nobles and ten golds, but Magdal herself does not like this kind of praise: "She wants to pursue the life she wants freely, but she herself does not know what kind of life she wants, not to mention that her serious personality makes her have to bear her own destiny." The Principality of the Manticore is just a tiny country north of Eruin" The future fate of a girl like her is a predestined thread.

"Why did you suddenly let me go to Ampesel, Griffiin, because of the war?" , the half-elf princess nodded.

Outside the terrace, there was a sudden sound of a tsunami of mountains and a tsunami, and the knights were jousting in the square outside. However, the voice quickly subdued and did not affect the conversation between the two people in the room.

"Is the situation tense to this point...... "Magdal asked in a whisper.

"Tell me, Tiny," Brother moved faster than I had ever imagined. The dukes have formed an alliance, and though there is some hesitation on the part of the old fox of Anlek, I think he will make a decision soon......," the silver-haired girl stated unhurriedly, as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her.

"Maybe there's a turnaround, Griffiin ......," Magdal couldn't help but say.

"It's not that simple, Tiny. Anlek has always been ambitious, and he wants to be right, either to stand with my dear brother or to side with us", the half-elf princess paused and said quietly, "I don't mind the marriage," but I fear that it will hurt Haruzer's ......."

So the girl sitting across from her no longer spoke, but looked at her calmly, both of them were close friends, and understood that the other would not be stumped by this difficulty.

Because if that were the case, she would not be the princess of Eruin.

"Actually, my main concern is to make Count Denel", "The silver-haired girl lowered her voice", "If Duke Anlek is a dark cloud in the northern sky, which can bring storms at any time, but as long as the wind is right, he is not necessarily our enemy, but he can also be an ally." But I suspect that the Lord Earl behind him "may be revealing to us behind us at any moment." First ......"

Magdal's brown eyes flashed with interest, and she suddenly spoke, "I just heard something, Griffiin, you might be interested. "Say it, Tini ......"

The princess of the Manticore Principality leaned a little closer: "I have a friend who just sent me a magical letter from Jean Denel. He wrote that Count Denel seemed to be in some trouble, that there had been some rebellion in his domain, and that I thought he might not have time to care about things outside his realm for a while......"

"Are you a friend of the Temple......" the half-elf princess asked earnestly.

Magdal nodded slightly.

The silver-haired girl looked earnestly at this close friend of her boudoir, "Even though she has no elf blood, but the other party's beauty is also not much different from her own, but it is completely different, and the soft golden hair is like a layer of divine brilliance under the soft light anytime and anywhere, setting off her quiet and soft face."

It is not for nothing that this young girl is called an angel with a frowning brow, although such beauty is extremely rare among humans. Griffiin couldn't help but think of the mythical queen of an ancient human empire.

It's just that the queen's fate was a bit miserable in the end," which made her frown imperceptibly, shaking her head and throwing the thought out of her mind.

In addition, Magdal herself was a very devout believer, and she was very close to the Sanctuary of Fire, as well as maintaining extremely good personal friendships with many of the regional priests in the Temple. Even because of this extremely harmonious relationship with the Temple, "she was nicknamed a nun princess by many nobles."

The high priests of the temple had publicly praised the maiden for her devotion to the faith, and it was for this reason that the nun princess was not harassed too much because of her beauty.

For it is often the case that between kingship and divine power, "the former is desirable, while the latter is more feared."

"Tiny" Do you remember a joke we heard when we were studying the etiquette between the royal families together......" The half-elf princess suddenly asked, "In Eruin, there is no lord who will not deal with a rebellion or two, otherwise he will not be a real lord......"

Magdal smiled, mostly remembering the carefree days of the past through Griffithin's words.

"It's pretty much the same everywhere, Griffith." "Yes," the silver-haired girl nodded, "So don't hope for what will happen to others, I hope that Count Denel will be in a hurry for a while, but we still have to do it......"

"So what can I do, Griffine?" "I want you to use your relationship with the Temple to convince the merchants of Ampesel to refuse the Coalition's request to borrow money to the south...... "The half-elf princess replied, "Tiny, Freeport is protected by the Temple, they have the ability, but I am worried that those merchants will be tempted by profits", "I know the presiding priest of Ampesel, I can give it a try......" Magdal thought for a moment and asked, "But when am I leaving, Griffiin?" "Don't be in a hurry," said Griffin, "and as soon as you get out of me, I guess the dukes will get the news at once." It's dangerous, Tiny, you have to think about it. You're a good friend of mine, "but I don't want you to get into any trouble," and "That's why I'm going to help you, Griffiin......"

"Thank you", the silver-haired girl glanced in the direction of the terrace, and the sound of the tsunami sounded again. This means that a certain game has decided the winner, and her silver eyes flashed, "Let me help you pick a few people" who can walk with you to complete this mission and keep you safe, Tinny......

"Then of course I want Sister Nimmeheath," Magdal showed a rare cunning on her face, "She only showed such an unknown side in front of Griffiin: "With her, there is also someone with whom I can talk to relieve my boredom......"

The princess smiled slightly: "You are not polite at all, and you are about to leave the best knight under my command." But since that's the case, "I can only endure the pain and cut my love, but you have to take care of Sister Nimei Heath, she has a much worse temper than me......"

"Nature......" Magdal winked.

That being said, in fact, all three of them have known each other since childhood. They know each other best about each other's personalities, and although Nimeheath is born with an indifferent temperament, she is not a person who loses her temper with others.

At this time, a tsunami-like cheer sounded outside the terrace again, drowning out the sound of qiē inside the room. This time is different from the previous ones" The boiling voice lasted for a long time, so that both people who were familiar with this qiē understood that this indicated that the final stage of the knight game was coming.

The half-elf princess was distracted by the voice, and she looked up, her light silver eyes sparkling. However, after a while, he said, "Let's go, let's go and see which wonderful young people can be lucky enough to walk with Tiny......

Magdal smiled and nodded.

The second round of the competition is about to begin, and Freya's palms are full of sweat, and her heart is pounding.

If the spectators on the outside could take a closer look at the face of this girl from the countryside of Buchi, they would definitely notice the crimson color like a ripe apple, and she gasped violently, sweat sliding down her pointed chin, "The military uniform behind her has long been soaked, and many consecutive fights have already made the future Valkyrie feel a little overwhelmed."

She has defeated many opponents along the way and has already attracted the attention of many people. As a new member of this class of young students, such a performance can be said to be excellent. But Freya knew that she wasn't alone, and on the other field, Breson and the other three students were the brightest of the young students in the class.

She wiped the beads of sweat from her chin with her hand, and she was indeed the least outstanding of them in comparison.

In the last fight, Bresson defeated his foe in just three moves, a member of the Reserve Knights who was one level higher than him. When Freya saw that scene, she realized that this young man, who had seemed a little impulsive and immature in the past, had now become more and more calm and mature, and that the swordsmanship in his hand had also improved to this point.

Freya could almost imagine that amazing talent shining on Bresson's sword, and the other party had found his place, and this was his best stage.

But in comparison, she herself is a little confused.