"That's a lot of people......"

In the distance, a man carrying a wine bottle, with long straight black hair and dark eyes, showed a smiling face on his face, and kept smiling at the hotel with a wall at the door.

This is the same Jory who returned from shopping for a full load, carrying a cloth bag on his left shoulder and a sticky bottle in his right...... God knows how this little little bit was sprinkled with Jory just now, and when Jory was shopping for something, Jory accidentally passed by a winery, and he asked Jory to buy two bottles of red wine before stopping.

Then he hugged the bottle and stuck to it firmly.

Approaching the perimeter of the human wall at the entrance of the hotel, Jory looked left and right indifferently, and a fierce shoulder bump suddenly squeezed inside. Purely compared with physical strength, Jory's pure muscle strength is not too high, his strength mainly comes from blood acceleration and blood energy release, so as to bring himself an increase in strength, but even if Jory doesn't use the vampire way to bless his strength, his impact is not something that these ordinary people can stop.

Suddenly, I saw a clattering figure rolling, and the person who was hit rolled out from under everyone's feet, and the shouting and abuse were endless. Carrying a wine bottle in one hand, Jory squeezed into the innermost part in one go, and just as he was about to look at Enola and smile intoxicatedly, two plainly dressed black-robed samurai stopped him.

The two Templars brought out by Bishop Dowling before leaving the house dutifully blocked the door as soon as the Bishop entered the inn, preventing everyone from crossing a step. Seeing that Qiao Li was forced to squeeze in with a physical conflict, so savage, they estimated Qiao Li's physical strength at the same time, the two of them stepped forward without hesitation and pressed Qiao Li's shoulder.

As he was holding the wine bottle being held by Jory and carrying the cloth bag in his other hand, he did not dodge or wave his arms to block, allowing his shoulders to be directly against both hands. Sudden pressure hit, and Jory's feet were beaten. The protruding figure stopped for a moment.

"Which demon hunter are you? It doesn't matter which Demon Hunter Leader's subordinate you are, now, here, no entry! The Templar on the right whispered in a deep voice.

With an unfamiliar appearance and good physical strength, the two Templars already regarded Jory as a witcher.

If it were the usual Jori, for this kind of provocation to put pressure on his shoulder, he would definitely make the person who provoked him become two dried corpses, but Jory had already promised Enola. Wouldn't use any more power than humans on Camelot, so he didn't use the vampire's abilities to boost his strength, and Jory let two samurai who were confident in his strength push him back a few steps.

There was no need to deal with two ignorant people, and Jory didn't need to teach them a lesson with his own hands, because a certain woman who saw this scene had already spread the smell of danger in her eyes.

In front of Enola, she pushed her husband, and she couldn't bear it with her personality, no matter how plain she was.

The burden on his shoulders was shaken twice. Jory smiled at Enola, who was standing behind the two samurai, and said, "Heh, I was delayed at the winery just now, and I kept arguing about drinking." As he spoke, he shook the bottle in his right hand, revealing the little bit of the bottle he was holding on the back.

Meet Enola. Dotted turned his head and stuck out his tongue at her, making a blatant grimace as if to say that whoever came was useless, don't try to let it loosen the bottle.

For Jory, he said inexplicable things nervously. The Templar on the left lowered his voice, "Demon Hunters, are you despising our Templar?" I'll give you the last warning, immediately from ......"

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Grabbed the collars of the two of them neatly. Enola threw the two samurai directly away.

Daring to stare at his wife so directly, completely ignoring her feelings, Jory bumped into those people unceremoniously. Actually rude to her husband, Enola took the two samurai who she didn't know at all, and threw them away.

Before coming to Jori, Enola's gaze swept over the crowd staring at her, and she rubbed her fingers slightly before taking Jori's arm.

"I don't want to stay in this hotel anymore, let's change it." With a slight tug on Jory's arm, Enola made a gesture to leave the place.

Jory was holding Enola's arm as if no one was around, and he nodded, "It's okay, why don't we go to the Council of Elders today...... Is the family crest put away? ”

"Hmm!"

According to Enola's identity and influence, her words and deeds will be followed by countless eyes, Enola's personality was not in the eyes of the unexpected world before, but she didn't like to be surrounded by people all the time, so she used to deliberately avoid places with a large number of people.

And today, Enola will no longer avoid the hustle and bustle that she does not like, today, is the day when she has to prove her new identity to others, she wants to be Jory's wife for everyone to see, this is not only the purpose of Jory's visit to Camelot, but also the will of Enola's heart.

For what two people who love each other, they have to sneak in front of others.

Looking at the legendary hero holding the arm of a strange man, looking at the back of them turning away together, dozens of people at the door of the hotel fell into absolute dead silence, a long time passed, and the silence here could almost hear the sound of the breeze blowing, so clear, so desolate......

"I suddenly remembered that I didn't take medicine today......"

There was a middle-aged man dressed as a farmer, scratching his head with dull eyes, and said something inexplicable.

The woman carrying the hoe next to him also nodded in distraction and said, "I don't seem to have eaten ...... either."

The two samurai who had been thrown out of the hall by Enola before, after they got out of the pile of debris in the street, they were angry and wanted to take down Jory and his accomplices on the spot, but they could see Enola's familiar and shining back, and her arm holding Jory's arm......

Suddenly, a sense of absurd suffocation crept in.

Similar to the bishop who accidentally saw the engagement ring on the middle finger of Enola's left hand and fainted on the spot, they were petrified on the spot, and each of them formed a sculpture that was at least much better than the frail bishop, and did not faint...... But it's also coming soon.

If Enola suddenly turned around at this time, pulled Jory and said that this was her husband, these people would probably follow in the footsteps of Bishop Dowrin, although Enola would not do such an extraneous thing.

Ostentatious and ostentatious ostentatious never belonged to Enola, she was somewhat similar to Jory in this regard, both of them liked to express their positions or their own thoughts with practical actions, in her principles, such as a pair of lovers holding arms is enough, the relationship between the two does not need to be explained too much, as for others to love how they want to do with them.

"Wait a little while to go to the Presbyterian Church, you put my name in your family tree, and we'll have something to do when we're done." Jory walked the street with Enola on his back, and the two of them were like powerful magnets as they passed, but anyone who passed by looked at them.

After all, Enola is so famous, no longer she is dirty and dressed in a dress, but in her iconic sleeveless shirt and the rose flower totem on her upper body, it is really difficult to find someone who doesn't recognize Enola at Camelot.

As for Enola's hand, holding a man......

Along the way, the noisy streets and alleys became absurd and silent for a long time after the two passed, and a sense of absurdity that could not be described in words surged into Camelot.

Until the two of them join hands to find the Presbyterian Church, the silence and absurdity they bring with them are sent into the gates of the Presbyterian Church.

The center of the centralized power of the old families, the power of the nobles of the highest prestige and prestige, the lord and the supreme king can be exchanged, but the elders have never been replaced in the territory of the human race.

This is a group of nobles who hide behind their compatriots and enjoy peace and ease, their ancestors were heroes who created legends in battle, so the families of those heroes were canonized as nobles, and even the supreme king must respect the descendants of these heroes, no matter how sloppy and dull these descendants who have become nobles.

One can imagine how difficult it is to shake the power gathered by this group of heroes' descendants.

Just today, Enola and Jory held hands, and they came hand in hand to the oldest and most stubborn presbyterian church, and together they handed in Enola's family crest and applied for a legal marriage between them.

Those self-righteous aristocrats who are complacent and selfish for the sake of some inch-eyed interests, will they let Enola and Jory get their marriage legally recognized?

Regardless of the outcome, there is one thing that everyone can imagine, the Council of Elders is about to turn the world upside down.

In the past few decades, Enola's cold and unapproachable impression has been deeply engraved in people's hearts, and her stiff emotions and tenacious perseverance have made many people not even regard her as a woman. But today, the news of her imminent marriage, the least likely heroine, will spread from this sturdy and tenacious Council of Elders to the entire human camp of Aitsalas. (To be continued......)