"Whose master are you?fart!you damned slave trader, eat me with an axe!" a gruff voice interrupted the conversation between Faust and Lucian.

Before he finished speaking, a black whirlwind swept towards Faust, quite like flying sand and rocks. The comer was very fast, and by the time he said, "Eat me with an axe," the whirlwind had already pushed within three steps of Faust. Faust's hair was blown up by the wind that had been brought up by the comer, and he could even see the cold light flickering on the blade of the other man.

But there are people who are faster than him. Faust's car was the third, right in the center, and there were two more cars behind him, and the curtain of the penultimate car seemed to be blown open by the wind—the only thing that was noticeable was that the wind was blowing out of the car.

As if out of nowhere, a figure stood in front of Faust.

"Wow. The frantically swung axe of the comer stopped in the air in an instant, and even the whole person with him was forced to stop. Faust seemed to have known what was going to happen, but he was unmoved, even with a smile on his face.

Faust didn't change his face when Tarzan collapsed—he wasn't impossible, but not this time—he just didn't have time to change his expression.

And he didn't really entrust his life to this guard, who had only known him for a short time, in fact, Faust had secretly prepared the psionic energy of the "astral form", and the opponent's axe would only chop on a lump of slime - this move has always been the nemesis of most melee professionals who have not mastered extraordinary powers.

Faust's bodyguard was, of course, Reinhardt. It took less than half a month for a group of people to walk from the depths of the jungle to the edge of the empire, but Faust had already undergone a radical change.

The most obvious thing is that he has grown a short beard, and the color of his skin has changed to a healthy bronze, which reflects the golden stubble, which shows his manhood even more.

Faust had long since abandoned the sword, and he was now completely accustomed to fighting with a great axe and a dagger in the other, and affectionately named his weapons "Gaunt" and "Gebido".

Of course, rebirth is more about Reinhardt's fighting power than how handsome he has become. The change in his strength is even greater than his appearance - in Faust's opinion, his combat power has probably reached the level before Kuazza's transformation.

On the other side, Lucien clenched his hands into fists and bit his lower lip tightly, trembling uncontrollably, but he wasn't afraid.

On the contrary, in Lucian's eyes, the scene was simply handsome—a vicious enemy attacking a noble man, but his handsome and majestic bodyguard heroically stepped forward to protect his master—a scene Lucien had always dreamed of, and he wished he was Reinhardt at the moment.

In Lucian's eyes, Faust's smile seemed so unfathomable, he only thought that Faust was a fallen nobleman, but now it seems that it may be more than that.

"He may be a foreign prince," Lucien thought, "it must be the evil uncle who usurped the throne that rightfully belonged to him, and he fled to the borders of the empire under the protection of his loyal guards......

Faust saw his thoughts again, and Faust couldn't help but laugh - he didn't even understand the young man's examination circuit, could the prince be calmer? But what was certain was that Lucien had guessed wrong this time, Faust was far from being a prince.

Things move far faster than human thought, and Faust has a lot to think about, but we, my "fierce enemies," can't wait to speak.

"Who are you? Why did you take Lucien?" the man saw that the axe could not convince the other party, and finally decided to move his mouth - just kidding, the samurai who stopped him had an axe in his hand that was half as big as his own, and he was still carrying it in one hand! If he continued to fight, he was afraid that he would not be able to make three moves.

In fact, he thought too much, if it weren't for the fact that Reinhardt was not a wicked person who killed innocents indiscriminately, he would have become three or five pieces by now, and his internal organs were all over the ground.

"Stop, Reinhardt, he is not our enemy. Faust issued a belated dissuasion. He scrutinized the comer.

This is a toned man - he is rightfully tall, but Faust has seen the trumpet-like giant-like Gaunt, and the height of the other party does not surprise him, so the first characteristic of the other party is bodybuilding.

He wore a short-sleeved linen blouse with a pullover on his upper body, the fabric was a little better than the Toad Tribe, the neckline and cuffs were full of threads, and the clothes did not fit very well, so it seemed that the workmanship was not as good as that of the Toad Tribe.

He wore trousers that reached down to the knees, the same handwork as his upper body, and a pair of straw sandals on the soles of his feet, which were not badly made.

But the shabby garments could not hide the heroism of the whole man—it was like a wonderful mistake of the Creator who had mistakenly mixed half the bear, the quarter of the tiger, and the quarter of the steel, and put the mixture in the mold of a man.

This mistake resulted in the strongest body ever imagined. Every muscle of this man swelled just right, achieving a perfect balance of strength and beauty, and his complexion was lighter than Reinhardt's, wheat-colored, and at the moment shimmered with a layer of sweat, which could highlight the beauty of the flesh.

His face is not handsome, but like his body, the muscles on his face are as strong as they form the basis of his resolute face, and his deep eye sockets and high nose bridge also give the whole face a more three-dimensional appearance, not to mention his upwardly slanted eyebrows, which transform him from a perfect sculpture into a living person.

If you don't look at his dress, just this toned figure, anyone will secretly applaud him - what a burly and stiff man, what a natural general!

After Faust's first appreciation, he couldn't help but feel a little regret in his heart—it was a great waste for such a heroic man to be born in a poor peasant family and make a logging profession.

Like all other conspirators, Faust was a man who cherished talent, and as such, he was also branded with this man's idea. Such a servant, even if he is useless, can invisibly elevate the status of his master, and a higher status means more respect in negotiations, which is what Faust desperately needs—he now has neither fine clothes nor luxurious carriages, and although he still has some possessions, it is not enough to be a stepping stone to high society.

But this man could, whether it was to put him in bed with a noble woman (or some noble man), or simply to use him to set off his position, and to give Faust a chance to show his talents.

Now that you have made up your mind to take this person into your pocket, you can't help but plan carefully. Faust's eyes rolled to Lucian, the boy had been a retinue he had taken on a whim, but now it seemed that he had other uses for himself—perhaps the key to subduing the man opposite.

So, Faust smiled gently, "Lucian, won't you introduce me?"

Lucien, who was flushed and fantasizing about something, woke up like a dream, "Ahh......hh Ah, Brother Albon, why are you here?" Lucien was a little panicked, like a cat that had been caught stealing.

"I heard from Sherwood that you were caught by a strange convoy, so I rushed over to take a look. Albon glanced at Reinhardt, slowly put away his axe, signaling that he was not hostile, and then turned to Lucien, who was standing with Faust, "What the hell is going on? ”

"Ah, Brother Albon, this is Lord Faustus, Lord Faustus, this is Brother Albon. Lucien was obviously a little incoherent, and it seemed that he was both respectful and afraid of this Albon brother, and he still had a closeness that could not be hidden.

However, Faust does not intend to delve into the relationship between the two at this juncture, and the most important thing now is how to exploit the intimacy between the two.

So, he stretched out his right hand, "Fortunately, I am Faust from the kingdom of Aventu." ”

Albon glanced at Faust strangely, and took the right hand that Faust handed over, "Good day, noble lord." As he spoke, he lowered his head and kissed the back of Faust's hand.

Faust shuddered and felt a little embarrassed—the kiss was obviously a feminine etiquette, so what was going on? Although the Aventus were generally fair-skinned and had delicate skin, this was the normal physiological characteristic of the aquatic subspecies, and Faust's posture was devoid of feminine features.

As if sensing Faust's surprise, Albon scratched the back of his head and said, "You stretched out your hand, didn't you just want me to ......?"

"Mr. Albon, it seems that you still do not understand that in addition to the kiss of the hand, there is also a handshake etiquette in the world. Faust said coldly—in fact, he didn't know if the New World had the habit of shaking hands, but considering the continuity of human civilization in the Old and New Worlds and the fact that the kiss ritual did exist in the New World, he deduced that there should also be a handshake here.

This time it was Albon's turn to be embarrassed, "I...... I do not quite understand...... Isn't it only possible to kiss hands if you don't bow down to the noble lord?"

Looking at Albon, who was shy about to burrow into the ground, Faust couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the mountain villager, I don't know the etiquette. Then he felt that he had a long way to go - it didn't matter if he was coaxed under his hands, but he had to grow into a qualified upper-class man.

"The hand kiss is an understanding of female use, Mr. Albon. Faust held out his hand again, "Remember, this time, it's a handshake, not a kiss." Faust was his first etiquette lesson.

"Oh...... Oh. Albon shook Faust's hand in a daze.

Faust smiled—the kind of smile he was used to when his plan was going well—and the initiative of conversation jumped into Faust's arms once more.

"Well, let me tell you what happened. Faust looked indifferent, "But can you bother to find a place for us to stay?"