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A horse-drawn carriage drove silently through the black stone-paved streets like a ghost.

The streets had just been raining. When they saw the carriage approaching, both pedestrians and carriages quickly avoided the roadside and bowed their hats and saluted, and watched the carriage pass by with awe-inspiring eyes through the reflection in the wet stone slabs and standing water.

The carriage is made of gold silk sandalwood throughout. There are no wheels. The pale green sè wind pattern carved on the carriage is like a tangled huā branch vine, flowing with wisps of light. The light starts from a blue magic core embedded in the car, and finally condenses a faintly visible whirlwind flow under the sleigh-like skateboard.

Pulling the carriage were two arrow-tailed terrain dragons.

This terrifying sixth-level demonic beast is known for its incredible speed, ferocity, and untamable nature. But now, they are dressed in red sè demonic armor, obediently acting as horns and sès pulling carts and horses.

The terrain dragon ran fast. The hideous mouth under the face armor is stretched forward, the short xiǎo forelimbs are contracted at the xiōng mouth, the thick and sturdy anti-joint back tuǐ is replaced with a gentle step, and every time the thick soles touch the ground, they will drive the long tail behind him that stretches and trembles straight, and the tip rises and falls like an arrow.

The coachman who sat on the top seat in front of the carriage to catch the train was a Kunlun slave with black skin like ink and a burly body like a giant.

He wears a tuxedo embroidered gold and red background, and holds a long whip. Although he looked lazy, one only had to feel his terrifying aura and look at the scimitar at his waist that was not much worse than the guillotine's guillotine, and people would understand that if necessary, this coachman could cut any knight and horse in his way into two pieces!

The carriage drove down the street, through the large white yù stone paved xiǎo square, around a fountain, and finally disappeared into a dimly lit xiǎo alley to the fluttering of the wings of a flock of startled pigeons.

The crowd returned to its previous order.

A long carriage parked on the side of the road continued to move on amid the sound of whips, the shouts of the coachmen, and the sound of horses' hooves. Sister Xiǎo, the lady who wore a long skirt and held a round umbrella, the children who rushed to and fro in wooden shoes, the mercenaries with swords on their backs, and the ordinary people in linen clothes made the city look lively.

The carriage pulls into Xiǎo Street. The arrow-tailed dragon made a high-speed run towards the Mén Hall, a baroque Xiǎo building.

As a swirl of blue and white light appeared, it seemed as if it was about to crash into the carriage of the big mén and disappear into a curtain of light. After a few moments, a qiē regained its calm.

When the carriage reappeared, it had stopped in front of the steps of the Xiǎo Building of a huā garden shrouded in the light of the five sè.

Kunlun Nu opened the rook mén, and a slender and smooth, beautiful and flawless xiǎotuǐ stretched out. Slender high heels fell to the ground, and a beautiful NV man who was no more than twenty-seven or eighteen years old appeared in front of dozens of officials, guards and several heavily armed knights in black sè uniforms who quickly rushed out of the big mén.

Seeing the NV people, the men's Adam's apple involuntarily slid up and down. However, as the NV people's charming and cold eyes swept away, no one dared to raise their heads. Dozens of people stood solemnly at the mouth of this isolated Xiǎo Building, and under the calm gaze of the NV people, their backs were gradually soaked with cold sweat.

"Oh, my beautiful Earl of Moya, your presence has made this secluded place so vibrant. ”

With an enthusiastic voice, a middle-aged aristocratic man wearing a striped robe with unkempt sleeves and a tight seven-point kù greeted the big mén, and walked towards the nv man with open arms with a smile on his face.

"I'm counting the days, you're almost there, and lo and behold, I've prepared all the information and formalities for moving jiāo, and I'm just waiting for your arrival. ”

The NV named Mo Ya smiled slightly, gently lifted the skirt, and saluted: "It's really hard for you." Uncle Sherlock. ”

With a gentle hug with the middle-aged nobleman, she looked around, "So, I'll work here in the future?"

"Of course," the middle-aged aristocrat Sherlock smiled, "My dear Xiǎo Moya, you are the youngest minister in the history of the Imperial Inspectorate, the Inspector General. Uncle Sherlock's hún eggs are all given to you today. Whoever dares to be disrespectful to you, you sue me, see that I don't peel him chōu tendons!"

"Thank you, Uncle Sherlock," Mo Ya smiled at Sherlock, and then said lightly, "Then you can go." After saying that, she walked towards Xiǎo Lou Da Mén. The heels step on the solid ground and make a crisp and pleasant sound.

The smile stiffened on the face of the middle-aged nobleman as the nvon passed by.

At the same time, there is also the eyes of everyone in front of Xiǎo Lou Mén and the originally relaxed atmosphere.

"You" The middle-aged man's face was cold, and he suddenly turned his head.

At this moment, a huge scimitar slashed a snow-bright light in the air, splitting his head, from the top of his head to his crotch

Blood, splashed out with the sudden splitting of the human body, splashing on the faces of the people around him.

Tick tock

The blood-stained people, with a demented expression that they couldn't react at all, opened their eyes wide in horror as they looked at the middle-aged man who was alive a second ago, lying in a pool of blood that was rapidly spreading.

Many people's bodies began to tremble, and their teeth could not stop fighting up and down.

At this time, the NV, who had already walked to the entrance of the big mén, seemed to remember something, turned around and walked back, and threw an execution order that was all too familiar to the people of the Supervision Office in a pool of blood.

Then, she smiled softly and apologetically.

"I almost forgot about it just now. ”

Half an hour later, the Saint Solan Imperial Inspectorate was already calm.

The corpses at the entrance of the Xiǎo Building had been pulled away, the blood had been cleaned, and the people in the uniforms of the Inspectorate were either working at their desks or running about as if nothing had happened.

It is only when one occasionally raises one's head that one can see a hint of fear and fear in the eyes of one's companions. When passing by the Mén Hall, I will suddenly remember that the former supreme governor here was named Sherlock.

And now, a qiē has been swept into history with the corpses and blood that were cleaned up. Their chief sat in the governor's office on the second floor. It was a beautiful and charming nv person, who always had a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth. Occasionally, when I walk out of the office, I always nod to the people who greet me.

"Mr. Lance. ”

When Lance, the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Supervision Office, walked into the office of the Inspector General, Mo Ya raised her head and smiled slightly from the pile of work.

Then, she gently lifted her long skirt and came out from behind the table. The long hair of the black sè is held by a wooden hairpin, and the white skin of the neck, the roots of the ears and the neckline of the long skirt is lù. There is a touching beauty.

"According to the intelligence, the Ferray Empire is ready to make a move. Mo Ya called a signed document to Lance.

"The princess is now traveling in the province of Lulian. According to the schedule, she would soon board a ship from the port of Xiǎo, a city southwest of Lulian called Bō Label, to return to the imperial capital. If my estimation is correct, the time when the princess arrived in Bō LaBelle coincided with the attack of the Ferrets. ”

"Bō Label" was dressed in military uniform, and the tall Lance obviously hadn't heard of this place, and was surprised for a while: "Is it also the target of the Philip Empire?"

"I think so. Mo Ya walked to the window and said lightly, "I hope that the stupidity of Marquis Sherlock has not spread to the entire Inspectorate." Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll have to transfer people from elsewhere to replenish the blood of this institution. ”

As she spoke, she turned her head and looked at Lance, whose face was pale: "I can not pursue the previous dereliction of duty of the Supervision Department, but now it is a matter of Her Royal Highness the Princess's safety, I think, you should know what to do, right?"

"Understood, Lord!" said Lance, with a solemn bow.

Seeing that Count Moya had no further instructions, he quickly turned around and strode towards the entrance of Mén.

"Wait!" Mo Ya stopped Lance and thought for a moment, "Also, although the Templars will know this news sooner than we know, let's let them know." ”

Lance was stunned for a moment, but he came to his senses and took the order.

Looking at the back of Lance leaving, Kunlun Nu's dark face was full of disdain: "Sister Xiǎo, if I hadn't known that Princess Elesia's fate would be determined by the knights' competition in three years, I would have thought that the princess would already be a member of the Knights Templar and the Lord Augustus family." Don't these guys know about shame?"

"Actually, so to speak," Mo Ya walked back to her desk and continued to bury her head on the parchment on the table, "with their strength, if they want to say that the princess is Augustus's fiancée, no one can object. The ending was predestined. ”

Kunlun Nu exhaled a deep breath.

"If you have the strength to make others powerless to resist, you can also take any NV person as your fiancée. Mo Ya heard the servant's voice, raised her head, and smiled at him: "Including me." ”

Looking at the bright and enchanting face with a hint of a smile, after re-hiding in Wen Jiàn, Kunlun Nu couldn't help but shudder.

He would rather castrate himself with the scimitar in his hand than dare to attack the master in front of him.

I don't even dare to think about it!

Roy followed Hugo and led a group of royal cavalry into the castle with only a crack open.

The heavy iron mén slammed shut behind him, and the castle of the lords in front of him had been transformed into a huge refugee camp overcrowded. The castle was full of wounded soldiers, crowded with civilians shivering with harpoons and sticks in their hands or children in their arms. As far as the eye can see, there is a bleak and bitter scene.

Under the astonished gaze of the people gathered in the castle's clearing, Roy rolled over and dismounted, giving the reins to a non-commissioned officer who reached over.

"I'll go to the princess and Lady Ellen first, and I'll come to you later. Hugo patted Roy on the shoulder, explained, and led his men to the main building.

It was a great honor to be pat on the shoulder by a royal knight lord.

For a while, the people next to him all looked at Roy in surprise, and they couldn't understand how this xiǎo fool could get the favor of the noble lords.

Roy walked through the crowd. Looking for people I know.

Aunt Mary, Sergeant Hans, Uncle Bō Sikin, Uncle Maxim and her nephew NV, Xiǎo Rou Sister-in-law and her NV, the old liar Richard, Sister Xiǎo Lan of Huā Street and several of her sisters, and even saw the legendary Jīng Lingke but didn't see Grandpa William, Blacksmith Daddy Ken and Tom.

There are too many people to find for a while.

Roy heard the sound of howls coming from the walls and walked down the road.

Standing on the city walls and looking down, the beautiful city of Bō Label, which stretches all the way to the port at the foot of the mountain, has become a hell of blood flowing and burning with fire.

More and more Firean soldiers are running to and fro in the streets.

They rode their horses and chased the fleeing people, or they stormed the houses, dragged out the inhabitants who were hiding and killed them, looted their belongings, and then set the houses on fire with torches.

Smoke billowed from the city, and flames rose to the sky. The bluestone-paved streets were already stained red with blood. The bodies of civilians lay on the side of the road. Many more civilians who had fled with their calls were chased one by one and cut to the ground.

Roy saw with his own eyes that the old sheriff, who was leading a group of residents trying to run through the streets towards the castle, was shot in the abdomen by a non-commissioned officer who rode up. The civilians were then surrounded by a group of Firetes, slashed with swords, barrels of guns, and trampled with horses' hooves. A moment later, it was a pile of corpses.

Several NV people were dragged out of the crowd by their hair and pushed into the next room. What those Fijian martyrs with a smile on their faces want to do, even fools understand.

This is war?

Roy closed his eyes, not daring to look any further.

"Roy?" a familiar voice rang in his ears.

Roy opened his eyes suddenly, and he saw a face full of freckles, looking at himself with a jī move!

"Tom!"

Two surprise best friends hugged each other violently!

"Man, you're scaring me to death!" Tom pulled Roy to the castle backyard without saying a word, "I think you're back in the woods, and I thought you wouldn't be back!"

As he spoke, Tom pointed to the faint traces of tears on his dirty, muddy face, and said happily, "Look! This is true, and he didn't lie to my father about using water!"

Roy laughed.

As he spoke, two half-grown boys of sixteen or seventeen had already run down the city walls, through the crowd, and into the passage between the main and annex buildings of the castle leading to the castle's backyard.

While moving slowly through the passage full of people on both sides, Tom showed off: "Man, do you know that the NV swordsman who helped us beat Andrew today is Her Royal Highness the Princess!"

Without waiting for Roy to answer, Tom said excitedly, "I saw the princess just now! She's a fairy nv, and if I can get to know her and hear her call my name, even if she dies right now, I'll be satisfied. ”

As he spoke, he struggled to squeeze his way through the crowd and pulled Roy to Ken, the blacksmith who was hammering iron in a makeshift workshop not far away.

"Daddy, look, Roy is back!"

Ken, who was mending his armor, looked up and saw Roy with a kind and joyful smile on his face.

"Xiǎozi! Come here, help me!"

Hearing the blacksmith's call, the royal non-commissioned officers next to him who had escorted the princess to the castle in advance turned around and waved at Roy with a smile when they saw him

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