"Well, you're right."

Duragal smirked down his rolled up sleeves again, then touched east and west, and finally found a crumpled letter at the back of his waist.

Noticing the middle-aged general's sharp gaze, he shrugged his shoulders:

"You know that...... I didn't have a crush on that woman, so I did it on purpose. ”

With that, a bright light flashed on his hands.

The top of the envelope was quickly covered with a layer of mist as if it had been burned by steam.

Then a fine layer of flame erupted, entangled with the mist, lasted for a moment, and then disappeared at the same time, and the letter immediately became much more beautiful.

"Sooner or later, I'm going to wash that evil intelligence chief like this letter with water inside out, and then roast her over the fire to turn her into a salted fish!"

Duragal looked at the envelope in his hand, as if he had really turned the other party into a salted fish, and walked in the direction of the princess with a smug look on his face.

"As for that hateful Cremont, please rest assured, I will definitely deal with it properly, and definitely make him change his mind and continue to serve the kingdom honestly."

Archbishop Fain was talking to the silver-haired princess about what had just happened:

"I assure you that he was never promised to join the Templar Order before, it was just wishful thinking; The friendship between the charismatic kingdom and Westminster is long and deep, how can it be unpleasant because of a mere Juggernaut? ”

"The kingdom does not need the existence of traitors."

The silver-haired princess glanced at Cremont in the distance:

"I'll settle accounts with him about this matter, so I won't bother you."

The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she said with a cold smile: "If a person's heart has rotted, then just let his heart stop beating...... Even dead people can do a lot of things. And in some ways more reliable than a living person. ”

The meaning of this sentence sent a chill down the hearts of the well-informed Archbishop Fain, thinking about the rumors that Her Royal Highness had a lich servant in this princess. He could almost already foresee what awaited Cremont.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, can you enjoy the light of the cathedral tonight? I brought news of the adult......"

"Borrowed-!"

His fat body was suddenly knocked to the side by a person with his buttocks, and if it wasn't for the guards who brought him to support him, I am afraid that he would have fallen directly to the ground this time.

"It's not to offend the people on the list, so I didn't make a move, so I ask your lord's forgiveness."

The guard put his head to his ear. Whispered.

"Nothing, you're doing a great job."

Archbishop Fain looked at the innocent-looking young magician with a gloomy face, especially when he saw the silver sage's robe on the other party's body, his face became even more ugly.

"I'm sorry, but the space you occupy is so big, I'm already walking carefully."

The other party apologized to him insincerely.

"Huh...... It's nothing, young people walk like this, understandable. ”

Archbishop Fain's cultivation is very good, and he still has a kind smile on his face. It doesn't seem to mind at all.

The silver-haired princess had already seen the young magician's move, but did not say anything to stop it.

She didn't recognize who the man was, but she recognized the shape of the robe—something that only a magician who had attained the title of Great Sage could have, and the other party was supposed to be an Empire.

"- My silver-haired goddess!"

Dulagal had no interest in the people of the Order, and soon shifted his focus to the princess, and said excitedly and loudly:

"I've been obsessed with your face since I saw you once in the Arena of Death......"

He walked up to Natsu and made a gentleman's gesture of invitation. I want to kiss Her Royal Highness the princess.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, the other party's hand did not reach out.

"Who are you? I don't seem to have seen you. ”

Her Royal Highness the Princess's cold voice sounded. The content of the words is like a merciless thunderbolt that breaks someone's heart.

The Great Sage of the Empire took a few steps back, clutching his heart, the expression on his face pained.

"No, she can't be blamed for that."

He gasped for breath and straightened up. Self-soothing:

"She didn't even look at me at the time, so she couldn't have an impression of me......

"Though I know, though I know that it is so; How can I keep crying? The Dharma God is on ......"

The Great Sage's eyes turned red.

While he was talking to himself there, the archbishop cast a little, inconspicuous magic.

This magic has no offensive effect. Instead, he created something like a silent barrier that shrouded him and the silver-haired princess.

"Lord Helen, let me say hello to you."

The archbishop had a smile on his face:

"It's her letter."

He took out a small piece of pale yellow crystal from inside the scepter, and waited in place for a while, and the princess slowly stretched out her right hand, and took it somewhat reluctantly.

She didn't need to wear a guide glove on her hand now, and the moment the yellow crystal came into contact with the skin on her hand, a shivering sensation came from the palm of her hand, and the yellow crystal slowly turned into a red fruit human form.

"My little princess, how does it feel to hold someone in the palm of your hand?"

The golden-glowing figure rubbed one leg against her finger and whispered.

Although it was only an energy body, the touch of her thighs was still slippery, and the silver-haired princess frowned and looked around.

"Don't worry, they won't see me."

The energy body knelt on top of her palm and moved forward a few steps, and the two long, sultry legs were cocked without hesitation, and sat on the edge of her wrists.

"Helen, we don't seem to have much to talk about."

Xia had no good impression of this ruthless High Priest of Light, and said coldly:

"The things I promised you have been done, and I can solve the problems of the kingdom by myself, and there is no need for you to send your cronies to help me."

"Giggles, if I don't send that fat guy, you're going to be snatched by the Imperials."

Helen deliberately rubbed her plump buttocks against her wrists, without the slightest sense of shame in doing so:

"Don't think I don't know...... You're very close to the current Imperial Intelligence Chief, the Ice Witch, and the two of you have known each other for a long time, so maybe you still have a leg. ”

As she spoke, she jumped lightly and came to the position of her ring finger, then stretched her thighs into her fingers, and straddled her body on it:

"But compared to her, the two of us have the closest relationship...... Are you right? (To be continued......)