Duke Kellogg became even more revered in the hearts of the nobles and young men of the province of Floda, as he refused the request of the Third Inquisitor of Northumb to take Olveis to practice.

That rejection has been on their lips almost every day for the past few days, and it has been enshrined as a motto-like existence.

"My child should honor the Lord, not look to the Lord, carry a sword and wear a medal on her breast, and that is the minimum I want of her. ”

Sitting in the wicker chair, Olwess was a little distracted, remembering that in the presence of her teacher, the archmage Kereverina, the majestic father was not as powerful as he was in the face of Norson, and it was clear that the Duke was not as upright as the world imagined.

The mask of the nobility is a veil of magnificence and loveliness.

Olwes had to admit that her great-great-grandfather's words were true.

Something had gone wrong with her teacher, though, and according to the news from the magical eagle flying thousands of meters in the air, she estimated that she would have to spend some time with her friends, which ranged from three weeks to five years.

Olwes's heart showed a wry smile of helplessness, this fluctuation range was not interesting in the realm of magic.

Fortunately, she is going to the imperial capital for the time being to participate in the assessment of high-level magicians, and if there is no news from the teacher, she will go to the mainland for a period of time, and maybe one day when the Grand Magister of Kairivenna returns, she will look for her savage disciples in the mountains and forests.

Playing with the blood core of poor Marquis Zhanchekov in the palm of his hand is actually a rather helpless situation. The twelve rays of light could not cut it, and its hard, integrated exterior hindered its usefulness as a source of magic.

If it weren't for the fact that it was the only trophy she had ever earned for her desperate efforts, she would have sold it to unscrupulous black-hearted merchants and tricked them into believing that it was the only precious ruby from the bottom of the Mayan valley in the world.

"Miss Olwes, the knights and the carriage are ready. Candis, the maid who had been with her for many years, walked over softly and said.

Olwes frowned, her tone slightly reprimanding, "Didn't you just ask you to quietly prepare a carriage for me?"

Candis bowed her head in silence, expressing her powerlessness at certain times.

Seeing that there was no one around, Orves glanced at Usyk, sighed, and said, "Grandpa Usyk, don't send some waste knights with me, they don't have any credit other than revealing my whereabouts and blocking the crossbow arrows. ”

Usyk smiled slightly, the old man naturally understood, and looked at the real thoughts in the heart of the grown young lady, "I won't trouble you, this time the escort team is led by Knight Lancelot." ”

"Lancelot Knight?", Olwes's little face turned pale for a moment, "That perverted uncle?", she subconsciously took out her glass wand and looked around left and right, and four high-level magic were about to come out.

Feeling a strong wind blowing behind her, Olwes only felt her skin stiffen from her neck to her waist, and turned around reflexively, the hateful voice still coming from behind her.

With a slight dance of the wand, the four magic systems of water, fire, thunder and lightning instantly twisted into a storm and erupted, and everything around it was sucked into it and turned into dust, and in an instant Olves's favorite garden was only a desolate land, but at the cost of erasing Lancelot from the world, she would be happy to build three more gardens.

The handsome middle-aged man almost buried his face in the whole shawl at this moment, he intoxicated and took a few deep breaths of the breath of Olves, who stayed on the gorgeous shawl, but at the same time raised his sword, the sharp sword light went straight into the storm like a reed boat, although it was like mud and sand into the sea, but he saw that the storm disintegrated and disappeared in an instant.

"You've learned the theory of chaotic explosions well, but it's a pity that the methods are still too naïve. In addition to sincerity, Lancelot's face raised from his shawl also had a hint of flushing, "If you continue to accumulate at this pace, Lancelot will not be your opponent in another ten years!"

"I'm surprised to hear that you've killed an enemy at the level of a swordsman, and maybe now the Great Swordsman is more suitable to be your sparring partner. ”

Olwess trembled with anger at his taunts and playful demeanor, and it was hard for anyone to make her lose all her reserve, her city, and of course, all her wisdom, "Are you here to provoke me? Lancelot!"

"Of course not!", Lancelot smiled with a standard knightly salute, "I'm here to protect you, Miss Olwes. Perhaps he also sensed that these words did not seem to carry much weight, so he added, "By order of your father, the head of the Kellogg family." ”

It was a bright night, and Olwes was lying on the grass, and whenever her spirit was suppressed to the limit by the perverted Lancelot, she couldn't help but recall the past of her past life, and the stable and dull life of the past.

No matter how boring the front dust is, there is always a bit of taste after drying, and this sentence is not false. It's just that her current life is a little too interesting, and she is really full of helpless disgust for Lancelot to use her knick-knuckles to play with with her with his strength, and Viscount Geoffrey who gave her stockings is much cuter than him.

A well-tended white horse, she couldn't help but sigh, and suddenly woke up and sat up, a little embarrassed to stroke the leaves and weeds on her body, and looked up, she couldn't help but feel even more embarrassed and surprised.

Peterson was also taken aback, he didn't know exactly when Olwes would pass by, he had been wandering here for three days, and he didn't expect to be favored by the goddess of fate today.

Olwes looked at her young friend who grew up with her, sighed in her heart, and said with a smile, "Our Peterson did not return to southern Xinjiang to gallop in Edinburgh's avant-garde soil, could it be because of a kind of loneliness after the canonization of the earl?"

Peterson's somewhat nervous countenance relaxed, and Olves's every quip, even the sarcasm, was comforting.

He raised his eyes to stared at Olves's dazzling blue eyes, he never doubted the wisdom behind them, but no one could guess Olves's thoughts. The girl occasionally left behind independence in her own world, and occasionally smiled and ran into the aristocratic circle to mingle, not shallow, like her father's impartial posture.

"An uncle in the family asked me to bring a letter to my distant aunt in the imperial capital, and I think we're on the way, Olves. ”

Olwes turned her face away from his gaze, an excuse that could not be described as clumsy.

She stood up, a "breeze technique" in her hand enough to sweep away all the dust on her body, stepped into the carriage, and looked back at Peterson, "How many days of vacation have you asked the commander of the Wild Lion Legion?"

Peterson subconsciously replied, "Two weeks." Of course, the moment he said it, he regretted it. The general of the Lion Legion was his uncle, and it was clear that he didn't need to write a fake note to his uncle if he was doing things for the family.

The corners of Olves's mouth were slightly raised, and she didn't look at her friend's flushed face narrowly, but she thought a little tiredly in her heart, one can't get off anyway, and two are not much, sleep first, and talk about tomorrow's affairs tomorrow.

There is a saying that joy falls from the sky, but at this moment this sentence is not enough to describe Olves's mood at the moment.

Peterson and Lancelot are on the bar!

Olwes dared to hold up a third finger, no, no, no, three fingers, and assured Heaven that she had definitely not taken the situation into account when she weighed the pros and cons of Peterson's companions yesterday.

The reason for the dispute is also very simple, Lancelot tried to take Alvese away before she woke up this morning, but Peterson grabbed her.

The two faced each other in the open area of the forest not far from the road, and the other knights of the Goldmers family looked at Miss Alwess with great understanding, and they were happy to smile at the moment when Miss Alweys, who was almost attacked by the morning, and if they didn't know Lancelot's skills very well, they would have been willing to stand up for Miss Alwess to stop his nonsense.

"I advise you to calm down your mind, young man. Lancelot casually held a stalk of grass in his mouth, and the scabbard of his sword slashed across the wet earth, "If you say that you challenge a knight who is one rank higher than you, it is courage, but if you challenge a knight of the Imperial Court who is 108,000 streets higher than you, you can only say that you lack a root." ”

"I'm just giving you a sword and two hands......."

"Whew!", Lancelot chuckled and flew back, it turned out that Peterson had already slashed at him.

Peterson slashed three swords, but he didn't even catch Lancelot's shadow, and the glimpse of Lancelot's knight's sword and hands behind his back made his anger burn in his chest.

But the more angry he was in his heart, Peterson's mind was calmer at the moment, according to his observations, Lancelot's basic qualities were above the level of a sword master, even if he couldn't reach the legendary height of the Imperial Court Punishment Knight, he was indeed much stronger than him as a half-ass.

Fortunately, the confrontation of the sword master and above should not only depend on the strength of the fighting spirit and the quality of the martial arts, but also whether the martial arts skills are a blockbuster in the group layout.

Seeing that Peterson's long sword was slightly raised three inches and pointed directly at the tip of Lancelot's nose, it was simply stabbed straight through, Lancelot's expression was unexpected, a little more serious, he jumped to the left lightly, and his toes still stepped deep into the earth, preparing for Peterson's next sword strike.

To his disappointment, Peterson actually withdrew his sword, and it was a simple stab, but the orientation was slightly different from before.

After repeating this countless times, the morning was about to pass, and Lancelot saw that Peterson's sword was still steady and fast, and he couldn't help but be annoyed at his arrogant statement that he didn't even need a sword before, and wondered if this kid wanted to use perseverance to make him make concessions and retreat.

The long sword that went straight to the tip of his nose did not retract as expected, but stabbed at him.

Peterson was like a gambler who had been silent all his life but suddenly pushed his cards and went all-in, with a wave of arrogance and arrogance, and he jumped like thunder! A stab was faster than a thorn, a stab was stabbed over a stab! All at once like a basin of ice water poured on Lancelot's head, but it was a pity that this was the alarm bell when the city wall was broken.

He could barely suppress the consternation in his heart, and he couldn't understand why every sword that followed Peterson happened to be in the direction of his dodge! After turning left and right, Lancelot was finally forced to leap up, and at the same time, a little flickering sword light was like lightning and thunder.