Marella sat on Jussi's shoulder, holding the Grimm in her hand, feeling the strangeness coming from her right leg. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Jusis was groping her thighs again.

"So I hate this position, it's stupid!" Marella exclaimed.

Jusses replied in an odious voice, "This is the safest way we have worked together. I don't have anything to do below, the most important thing is to protect the young master's safety. ”

When Marella heard this nonsense, she was so angry that she wanted to attack. But danger is looming, and she can't afford to lose a big one.

Bastard!Bastard! Bastard! Bastard! Marella had scolded Jusis countless times in her heart.

Jusses is happy, at least for now. He even longed in his heart that the carriage would be attacked, so that "Green" would be useful and he would be able to enjoy more happiness.

The young master in the carriage was silent, as if he hadn't seen all this. Perhaps he was used to the dogs and men playing with each other.

As the sound of horses' hooves and wheels got closer, a one-man carriage appeared in their field of vision. But if you look closely, you will see that there is no driver driving on it, only horses running. Did the enemy jump out of the wagon so that he could approach silently on his feet? But if that's the case, it's better not to use a carriage in the first place. Jusis was a little hard to judge. The enemy should only have this one wagon. Could it be a master assassination capable of acting alone?

"It's not the way to wait. I think we should abandon the use of Green, get off and fight separately. Marella suggested.

Jusis knew Marella had made the right choice. They had intended to use the Grimm to meet the enemy when the wagons rushed by, but with a few enemies still approaching on foot, the machine guns inevitably seemed too cumbersome. Reluctantly, he removed his right hand from happiness, put down the Grimm machine gun, and let Marella get off top of him.

"Anyway, let's stop the carriage first. Marella said. Be careful, no one can be sure that there is no explosives or anything like that in that carriage.

No matter what, you can't let it reach the young master.

"Leave it to me. Jusis looked at the carriage running on the opposite side, and he had a plan in his heart. He immediately jumped out of the metal carriage and stretched out his hands towards the corpse of the war horse on the ground. The horse's corpse was lifted above the head in an instant. Then he showed a row of white teeth and threw the horse's corpse forward with a loud shout.

He was laughing.

The behemoth blew gusts of wind, cut a graceful arc through the air, and slammed into the path of the other party. The ground was even smashed into a large crater, and the sound shook the sky. The frightened horse slowed down and dodged to the left. However, due to the sharp turn, it and the whole carriage still rolled on its side. Horses are intelligent animals after all, and they won't bump into obstacles on their own, let alone the corpses of their kind that fall from the sky.

Seeing his target topple, Jusis makes a triumphant gesture to Mariella. However, the head maid turned a complete blind eye to this. She had already stepped out of the carriage and walked through the pile of corpses on the ground with her eyes closed, and began to search for the enemy hiding in the shadows. Of course, she closed her eyes not because she was afraid, but to make her hearing more sensitive.

Jusses pursed his lips and reluctantly sat back in the carriage. Originally, he was the one who wanted to act. Because the two of them must not be too far away from the young master at the same time, someone must stay by his side.

There were few trees growing in the pass, which was not conducive to hiding, and Jusis looked at Marella, who was armed with a dinner knife, believing that her abilities would soon be rewarded.

But then again, she has a lot of knives. Jusis couldn't help but admire in his heart.

"Are you from Pelos?"

The voice came out suddenly. Perhaps thinking that sooner or later it would be discovered, the figure that had been lurking in the shadows of the trees appeared not far in front of Mariella, asking seemingly friendly questions.

Marella's ears moved, and she threw the knife in her hand.

In fact, Usses, who was observing from behind, felt that the person who could show up and ask such a question did not look like an enemy. This is probably some kind of reflex formed by Marella killing too many people. Alas, forget it, as long as Marella makes a move, the other party will only have one end. At this point, it would be superfluous to think about other problems.

The knife is aimed at the opponent's head, positioning the vocal cords slightly upward. Marella's voice recognition has always been excellent, and she has never made a mistake.

But when Marella opened her eyes in the next second, the figure was gone. There was no knife on the ground, only a few drops of blood remained. It can be seen that her dinner knife did hit the target, but it seemed to be off.

Jusis was taken aback. There are not many people in this world who can dodge this knife. He counts one, and counts the rest of the six-pointed stars. Maybe Oude and Clayme still have ...... Jusis counted with his fingers, and he scratched his head, which seemed to be a lot.

Only then did Marella realize that she had gnawed into a hard bone: "Friend, where are you hiding? My hands were quicker just now, believe me, it's just a misunderstanding." She said, trying to lure the other person into speaking again. But the blind can see that this young lady is really killing intent. Maybe Marella should whistle like a man so that her prey will come out on its own.

Seeing that there was no movement for a long time, Marella decided to change her strategy: "As you said, we are from Pelos. The Free City of Pylos. Come out and meet you, friend from Ode!" There was a thorn in the seemingly friendly words.

The Pelos hated the Ode as naturally as rats hated snakes.

The Oude people are the first Odin people and have been a symbol of nobility since the founding of Odin. As capitalitarians, they enjoy the resources of the whole country. They live in the oldest buildings, carry the oldest rituals, have the oldest blood, speak with the oldest accents, and almost everything follows the oldest traditions. Despite its hierarchical hierarchy, most of the Odin longed to live in Ode, as it would grace their great-great-great-grandfather's face.

And the rest of the Odin yearns for Pelos.

Pelos is a new port city that has only developed in recent decades, and they make a living from all kinds of trade, come into contact with new things from other parts of the world, and over time, develop their own unique culture. It is completely different from Oude and Germany, which advocates democracy and freedom. Perhaps because of their "poor aristocracy" background, the Pelos family did not treat commoners as if they were a trivial matter, which is why they were loved.

The Pelos people hate the Ode people's high-minded attitude the most, they think that the Ode people are a bunch of old-fashioned stupid guys, the Ode accent is the most unpleasant accent in all Odin, the Ode cuisine is the most unpalatable dish in all Odin, and the Oude people's money is the best money in all Odin!

On top of that, most of the people who came to assassinate the duke's son were Ode, something that the people of Pelos knew. And the Pelos loved their lord, and the Pelos did not like the assassination of their lord's son.

Oh, the Pelos hate the Ode.

Marella's call the other party an Odean is the best proof that she is determined to kill the other party.

"Miss... You seem to have misunderstood something... I'm not from Oude. My hometown... It's called Conced. The voice sounded a little weak.