Just as Iron Slag was riding the float boat, in a luxuriously decorated mansion in Blackwing City, one of the five northern cities in the western continent, in a spacious and quiet hall, a young nobleman in his early thirties with a tough face dialed the video communication of William Reinhardt, the first heir to the Reinhardt family, the assistant secretary general of the Templar Ministry of Internal Affairs, and known as the "Purple Rose of the Temple" and "Strategist". Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This young nobleman is the second in line to the throne of the Blackwing side branch of the original Modleton family, and now Quentin Modleton is now reduced to fifth.

"Cousin William, is there any good news over there in Raventown?" After a brief sneer, Quentin asked straight to the point.

"I have reported it to the Acting Marshal, but she has behaved rather coldly." William replied lightly, acting neither raw nor enthusiastic.

"That's an organized insect-mutant riot, as a vierable marshal, how can she not care?" Quentin said with a frown.

"Now is a period of foreign war, and internal contradictions can only be put on hold for the time being, and it is not suitable to continue to expand." William said.

"That's ......right," Quentin mused.

"Cousin Quentin, is there anything else?" William asked. He really didn't want to have too much contact with this outdated heir of Blackwing City, but due to the dignity and some business contacts between the great nobles, he had to maintain his demeanor.

The other party was originally the captain of the 7th Independent Brigade of the 3rd Army of the Dawn Expeditionary Force, but because of jealousy or other reasons, he poisoned the former princess guardian knight imprisoned in the deep water prison, and was fully retaliated by You Ge, not only the flagship was destroyed, but the position of the captain was also dismissed. Judging from the current situation, if there is no miracle, the other party's political career is basically over, and there is no value in communication.

You must know that between the princess and her lover, even if the killing is dark, no one else can be allowed to intervene. Assassinating Iron Slag would be tantamount to settling a mortal enmity with the future Templar Pope, which is utterly stupid. Such a fool is really unlucky for whoever gets involved.

However, Quentin Modleton, who has low emotional intelligence, did not notice his cold attitude at all, and instead talked to him eloquently, "I am ready to lead the family troops to the aurora plane and kill those purple-eyed brutes...... His idea is very simple, by gaining battle merits, he will regain the lost position.

"Good luck." William said lukewarmly.

"Aren't you going to participate?" Quentin wondered.

"The golden lion of the west, who has never been interested in war." William said.

Quentin finally sensed the discordant atmosphere, and his face gradually became gloomy. Out of politeness, the two chatted casually for a few more words and hung up the communication.

"Smack!"

I saw Quentin gritting his teeth, smashing the communicator, and cursing with a resentful face, "A bunch of big yellow-haired cats who are more timid than mice, see when you get out of the west!" ”

When the poisoning of the iron slag was revealed, he thought that the Pope would support him. After all, they had discussed this matter in advance. But every time they met, the other party politely refused for various reasons. To this day, he has not seen the Pope himself.

Although I was resentful, there was no other way. He couldn't go around and say that the Pope had agreed to it. Not to mention a few people who believe that if they make a big enemy for themselves, I am afraid that the days will come to an end. The reason why You Ge did not continue to hunt him down was because the Pope coordinated behind his back. If the Pope wants to kill him, then he really has no way to live.

"Dear cousin Yuge, one day, you will thank me for removing your demons and correcting your path......" Quentin sat down and said to himself. Suddenly, his face was already stupid, and his eyes became dull and distant.

After a few moments, he asked the servant to bring a new communicator, and dialed the video communication of the leader of the Far Eastern Snake Clan, the High Priest of the Sun Snake Sect, Bi Qinglan.

"I'm going to lead the family guard to the Aurora Plane ......" After greeting each other, Quentin quickly cut to the topic and said bluntly, "On the battlefield in the future, I hope to help and benefit from the Far Eastern Snake Clan, and fight against the Purple Pupil Demon Clan together." ”

Turquoise Blue faced the screen, smiled, and asked, "Are you representing the Blackwing City family, or yourself?" ”

A cold glint flashed in Quentin's eyes, gritted his teeth, and replied, "Myself." ”

"That's ......" Bi Qinglan raised her head thoughtfully, "I thought you wouldn't dare to approach our snake clan's camp~"

"What do you mean?" Quentin asked in a deep voice.

"Hehe~" Bi Qinglan covered her mouth and chuckled, but her eyes were as cold as a knife, "That's what it means." ”

"I see, thanks for the call." Quentin said, with a bow of his head.

"Then ...... Goodbye~" Bi Qinglan shook her white little hand at him, and then hung up the communication.

"Stinky watch smashing!" When the screen goes dark, Quentin shatters the second communicator. Bi Qinglan's attitude is very clear, she and You Ge are in the same camp. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, it was best for him to stay away from the Snake Clan's camp, lest it be difficult for her.

After drinking a glass of water, Quentin gradually calmed down. The people who can play in the upper circle are naturally shrewd old foxes, and no one will suffer in vain. Now that he has offended the princess of the Templars, he can't avoid them all, and he can only fight alone. As long as he can gain enough military merit, he can re-establish himself in the Black Wing branch of Modleton. At that time, with his surname as the number one family in the silver city, he will definitely be able to regain respect.

Thinking of this, his mood was much more relaxed. But in a blink of an eye, Bi Qinglan's arrogant and ruthless appearance appeared in his mind, and his teeth suddenly itched with hatred. At the same time, there was a nameless fire in the lower abdomen, and it was hard to be hot. After pouring several cups of ice water in a row, instead of alleviating, it burned even more.

So, he asked the butler to bring a third communicator and dialed the voice of one of the vice presidents of Polar Paradise in the Western Continent.

"Send two girls over at once......," he emphasized, red-eyed, "from the Far East, from the Green Snake Clan." ”

"Yes, my Earl." They replied respectfully.

Quentin then returned to his study and took out a flask of the lilac glow from the dark compartment on the wall and stuffed it into his trouser pocket......

Fifteen hours later, in Qiman's dream, a dilapidated float ship flew out of the fog and into an extremely empty area. As far as the eye can see, there is nothing between heaven and earth, only an endless sea of jelly.

This is the main mining area 150 years ago, and all the floating islands have been removed from the suspended core, or simply blown apart and sunk into the sea of eternal sleep.

After entering here, Liang Ping'an seemed to be much more relaxed, letting the co-pilot take over the control, and he returned to the cabin to rest.

"Big brother, would you like to eat something?" Liang Ping'an took out a few toothpaste-like objects from the material box and asked at the iron slag in his eyes closed. If you look closely, the "toothpaste" is printed with patterns of various foods and small characters such as "curry beef", "tomato and egg flavor", and "potato original flavor".

This is a kind of food used for space exploration before the ancient Great Nuclear War. Designed to be able to eat without gravity, food is made into a paste and squeezed into your mouth like toothpaste. Since in Qiman's dream, he has to wear an air filter all the time, so eating is troublesome after all. Unless it is a new ship with a better seal, it can send the filtered air directly into the cabin. And this old antique is obviously leaking everywhere, so you don't have to think about it.

However, iron slag does not have this problem, he can directly take off the filter and eat. As long as it doesn't take too long, it basically won't have any effect, at most it's a little stuffy in the chest. Facing the food handed by Liang Ping'an, Tie Slag shook his head and patted the backpack next to him, indicating that he had something to eat.

"Big brother, there are still a few days to go, so let's sleep if you're sleepy." Liang Ping'an persuaded while eating.

"Hmm." Iron Slag nodded, seemingly casually picked up a marching cup, played with it in his hand for a while, and then pinched the rim of the cup with both hands and tore it hard!

Liang Ping'an was stunned for a moment, the stainless steel marching cup, like paper paste, let out a sharp wail, and was torn in half.

"When I fall asleep, I have a habit......," said Iron Slag, grinning, "and everyone who comes near me will be like this cup." ”

"Yes, yes......" Liang Ping'an nodded hurriedly in response, cold sweat on his forehead, and even the other three young people showed frightened expressions.

"Y'all go over there." Iron Slag pointed to the cockpit, then got up and walked to the corner behind him, sat down, and leaned against the bulkhead. Then a glance swept over, and everyone immediately shrank back like a thorn in their backs.

"Remember what I just said...... "if you want to live." ”

After a while, the iron slag made a slight snoring sound. Everyone looked at each other, not even daring to take a breath, let alone get closer.

"Doodoo ......"

After a long time, a small prompt sounded, and Iron Slag woke up, inhaled oxygen for five minutes, and went back to sleep. In order to save time, he didn't go back to Chifeng Fortress to bring people, so he had to work hard himself. Not only to guard against outsiders, but also to take care of yourself, the quality of sleep is a mess.

In this way, the iron slag woke up for a while and slept for a while, resting for more than ten hours. When he fully woke up, the others fell asleep on the floor with heavy dark circles under their eyes. I have to say that the hand he showed before going to bed frightened them, for fear that if one of them was not careful, he would be killed.

Although the iron sheet of the marching cup is not very thick, if it can be torn with bare hands, it means that the strength is far beyond the ordinary number of times, either a psionic person above the eighth order, or a traditional evolutionary with an evolution degree of more than 50%, or an insect with some metamorphosis ability. All in all, none of them can provoke.

When he woke up, he drank some water, ate another piece of beef jerky, and sat idly on the bench, bored and stunned.

Sure enough, I still chose the wrong one......

ps：

Yesterday, a troll landed in the circle of book friends, and his mouth was an alien saying: "Complete plagiarism at the beginning." ”

Although the word order is a bit confusing, I can still read what he means, probably saying that the beginning of the totem is plagiarized.

In order to prove that the totem is still a bit of a reader friend, I decided not to delete him, so that everyone has a platform to vent.

And I, too, made a bet to the troll.

Who was plagiarized at the beginning, which paragraph, which section, which chapter, please point out. If there is really plagiarism, I will send him a red envelope of 1,000 yuan, and everyone will testify.

If you can't find it, please apologize to this troll and reward the alliance leader.

Whoever can't do it is a brute.