Count Cecia, or the dragon lady, is reasonable.

Although she made the feat of declaring war on behalf of the Republic of Falot... Let's call it a feat.

But after Cecia made this declaration of war, she generously handed over her mansion to the Chinese for the time being, acting as a temporary embassy in France.

At the same time, she also declared in her own name to the inhabitants of Paris that she would not be allowed to do anything to these 'Bactrian people' until the outcome of the war was known.

This manifesto was not intended for the common people living in Paris.

It's for the gangs that hide behind the scenes in Paris, and who see the yellow race as a target for hunting.

No matter how under the protection of Count Cecia, the work of the embassy in France was finally carried out in an orderly manner.

The embassy staff were not polite and directly transformed the ornately decorated hall into a temporary shelter.

Linghua, as the only designated humanoid signal base station, was also left by Tu Xingchuan with food.

Now this little Linghua is holding a loaf of bread and nibbling on it, although her life experience is not simple, but she has been in the Republic of Falot for so many years and still lives a full and hungry life.

So there won't be too much to eat.

"Aren't you going to meet with everyone?"

Tu Xingchuan leaned against the corner and communicated with Linghua hiding in the shadows.

He had just cooperated with the staff of the embassy in France to complete the identity registration.

During this period, Chinese citizens have come to the embassy in France for help... And Linghua also mixed in here through Tu Xingchuan.

It's just that she doesn't want to appear in public in front of others, and she doesn't want to communicate with anyone other than Tu Xingchuan.

Her petite body combined with her good concealment ability allows Linghua to always find a place to hide.

"They are not my people, and they are gathered like this... It's stupid. ”

Linghua hid in the shadows and watched the Chinese tourists who had temporarily stayed in the hall.

The expression of every tourist when they enter the Earl's Court is Linghua in their eyes... And their expressions are very similar, that is, a sense of happiness that is about to cry.

This expression is probably that you are alone in a strange and dangerous city, but you look sideways to find that your home is next street, and the family has prepared a hot dinner waiting for you to return.

This sense of belonging made Linghua particularly envious, but she knew that she had nothing to do with this sense of belonging as a Great Xia person.

"Stupid?"

"Skinning Gang, you're gathering like this to get their attention." Out of kindness, Linghua still reminded Tu Xingchuan that the darkness in the city has not completely dissipated, "If you are caught by them, it will be all over." ”

"Hmm... The embassy is also doing it in terms of security, and the countess can't say anything like that, so the gang should be a little more restrained? ”

Tu Xingchuan said and rubbed the wound on his forehead, a doctor sister in the embassy had already stitched and bandaged the wound.

But the experience of almost dying in the alley still made Tu Xingchuan a little scared when he thought about it.

Whenever Tu Xingchuan recalls it, he has some... The feeling of nausea and vomiting.

"Maybe, but I can't trust the big-breasted woman, and..."

I am not under your protection.

Linghua didn't say this sentence later, she didn't want to continue to talk nonsense with Tu Xingchuan, and silently gnawed on her bread.

Tu Xingchuan didn't ask any further, but just handed his ration to Linghua.

Linghua glanced at Tu Xingchuan, but still didn't accept Tu Xingchuan's lunch politely.

Not long after Linghua accepted Tu Xingchuan's thank-you gift, a newsboy's shouting came from the window of the mansion.

Tu Xingchuan and Linghua were both by the window, so they could clearly hear the shouts of the newsboy on the street.

"Nickname Outside! We have officially declared war on Great Xia! Count Cecia will go on the expedition himself! ”

After the newsboy shouted out the contents of today's headlines, many Fallow people were attracted to pay for today's issue of the newspaper in an instant.

"Attacking a country like Bactria ... Is it necessary for Lord Count to go on an expedition himself? ”

"Is His Majesty the Emperor finally going to expand his territory eastward?"

Tu Xingchuan opened the window and listened to the discussion of the civilians of Fallow on the street, most of whom were extremely optimistic about this war.

There are also many remarks in praise of Count Cecia.

"It is worthy of being an important weapon of the country, and its reputation among the people is really high." Tu Xingchuan sighed.

"The Weight of the Nation?" Linghua was a little concerned about the strange word that Tu Xingchuan said.

"It's important for the country... Stuff? Tu Xingchuan couldn't think of how to describe it.

The shouts of praise in the streets were soon interrupted by a shadow that suddenly appeared over the city.

"What's going on..."

Tu Xingchuan suddenly felt that his surroundings were dark, and he and the people on the street looked up at the sky.

When Tu Xingchuan saw clearly the creature in the sky that was blocking the sunlight, his throat suddenly became a little interfering, and then he said the name of the creature incredibly.

"Dragon..."

It was a giant creature with a wingspan of more than sixty meters, and she spread her wings covered in scorching flame scales and hovered over Paris... The sun's rays were completely obscured by her wings.

When the scales emit a dim firelight, the city streets in the shadow of her wingspan are instantly illuminated...

It's a creature bathed in flames, a creature that can make humans feel how small they are just by looking up.

A strange sense of fear crept through Reihua's heart, she was a transcendent, so it was felt that her power could easily be crushed by this dragon.

Tu Xingchuan felt that Linghua's petite body couldn't help but tremble, so he stretched out his hand and gently squeezed Linghua's little hand.

This did work, Linghua unceremoniously punched Tu Xingchuan again, and the anger at Tu Xingchuan's sudden touch to herself successfully overshadowed the fear of the dragon.

Unlike Reika's fear, the people on the streets of Paris were at their peak in enthusiasm after seeing the red dragon.

"It's Mistress Cecia!"

"Lord Earl!"

The people in the streets suddenly threw countless flowers into the air, as if in this way they were sending off their hero, Count Cecia, who would return in triumph from the war.

"Our Liaoning sailing is probably also this scene."

Tu Xingchuan rubbed his cheeks that were beaten by Linghua, but his eyes were always fixed on the creature in the sky that only existed in fantasy.

"Liaoning? Do you have dragons too? ”

Reika restrained the fear welling up in her heart, and the red dragon only circled over Paris for a short moment before flying away.

With the enthusiasm and pride of the people of the Republic of Falot... With a powerful and graceful attitude, he flew towards the battlefield in the distance.

"We're a ship, but we might be about the same level in the country as the dragon."

Tu Xingchuan also remembered that when the Liaoning set sail, it was also this kind of national celebration, and the status of this red dragon in the hearts of the people was almost the same as that of the Liaoning in China.

It's just that the difference is that this red dragon will become a dragon girl with a good body...

"How can a ship win a battle..."

When Linghua heard Tu Xingchuan's words, the worry in her heart became more and more intense.

If this battle of witnesses is lost... I'm afraid that all the Chinese in the embassy in France will become the ghosts of the skinning gang.

"It's okay, we can still borrow the east wind."

Tu Xingchuan actually didn't have any score in his heart, but all he could do was to use his mobile phone to take a picture of the elegant posture of the red dragon, and then send it to Senior Brother Zhao Chen, who was far away in China.

'Senior brother! Can our east wind blow up this thing? Tu Xingchuan also sent a message to ask.

It's not something you should ask, but this picture is a great help, and in the end, hold on for a while and take you home when we win the battle." ’

Tu Xingchuan didn't say much, and directly sent a rabbit's 'Chong! After his expression passed, he looked up again at the citizens of Falot in the streets as they entered a state of national celebration...

Now Tu Xingchuan's idea is... It is not known how long this joyous atmosphere will last in the Republic of Falot.