"It's so punctual, that's what I want. ”

Gwent suddenly reached out and grabbed Madeleine's right ~ breast, but a strong arm stretched out from the diagonal thorn and grabbed his wrist steadily.

"Hey, that's rude to treat a lady like that. ”

Downton frowned, even with a mask, he wouldn't be content with this garbage.

"What are you? Get out of here!"

Gwent's expression changed, and he scolded loudly.

"Boy, do you want to die, and dare to take care of Your Highness's affairs?"

The servant came running and kicked Downton with his foot.

Downton's right leg was raised, and his military boot stomped on the servant's knee with a crisp click, accompanied by a miserable scream, which spread throughout the audience.

"I say it again, let go, or you'll die!"

The servant was beaten, Gwent felt embarrassed, and what was even more infuriating was that the head of the royal sister looked at him contemptuously as if he was looking at a cockroach, which made him angry.

"What do you say?"

Downton didn't bother with Gwent.

"How can it be!"

Without waiting for Madeleine to speak, Gwent, who was ignored, pulled out the dagger with his other hand and stabbed Downton in the lower abdomen, casting the talent at the same time.

A three-meter-tall fire elemental condensed beside Downton and smashed his fist into his head.

Downton's five fingers were forced, and with a click, he directly crushed Gwent's right wrist, and at the same time, his left fist swung and slammed into the fist of the fire elemental.

Rumble!

After the fire element fell more than twenty meters away, it exploded into sparks in the sky with a bang.

"Ah, my hand, you bastard, I'm going to let my father kill you!"

Gwent screamed, cursing Downton.

Smack!

Downton pulled Gwent over. With a wave of his hand, he was slammed with his forehand and backhand, and his cheeks were swollen, and he couldn't scream anymore.

"Your Highness!"

Gwent's servants exclaimed, and all drew their swords and rushed over, but before they could get close, they were stopped by the death knights.

"Excuse me!"

Saw a conflict on Downton's side. Chadley was finally enough, and immediately apologized to Sansa, and ran over, "Downton, what are you doing? He is the prince of Gwent, and he will probably inherit the throne in the future!"

Chadley was dumbfounded by the sight of the prince's bloody mouth.

"Is the prince remarkable?"

Downton pouted, not to mention the prince, he slaughtered one of the kings.

"Domineering!"

Swish. Madeleine flicked her right hand, and a feather fan adorned with tassels opened like a peacock, covering half of her cheeks, and laughed indifferently.

"Let him go, Father, come and heal!"

Chadley urged.

"Wait, what to do with him, I have to ask the head of the regiment!"

Downton rejected Chadley.

"Presumptuous!"

"Bold. What are you?"

"Are you going to war with us Gwent?"

Hearing Downton's words, a group of guards became furious. In addition, His Royal Highness was injured, and they were bound to be beheaded for their crimes, so they rushed up frantically, but they were beaten back by the death knight after just one face.

"Are you afraid of killing a prince?"

Madeleine heard Downton's answer. There was some surprise, so the eyes became meaningful.

"I'm afraid, I'm afraid that Gwent's legion won't be enough for me to fight!"

Downton spat in Gwent's face, ignoring it, this guy actually asked Madeleine in front of him how much money to sleep with, it was a huge insult. If he takes the royal sister away, he will become a laughing stock for the rest of his life.

"Well, break his limbs and his mouth full of teeth!"

Madeleine smiled and asked, not looking at Gwent, but at Downton, she wanted to see how bold this kid really was.

"No, do you know who I am?"

Gwent was finally frightened, but as soon as he said a few words, Downton's boots kicked him in the face.

Bang!

Gwent rolled out like a broken sack, his teeth mixed with blood and spat out.

"Master!"

Jackson was already beside him and handed over his handkerchief.

"Deal with it!"

Downton took the handkerchief and wiped his hands.

"Yes!"

Jackson leapt in front of Gwent, drew his scimitar, and slashed at the joints of his limbs.

Whew!Whew!

Blood was pouring out, and severed limbs were twitching.

"Ahh

I had already fainted in pain, and I woke up because of the severe pain.

"Your Highness!"

The guards yelled, their faces turned white, knowing that it was all over, they wanted to rescue His Highness, but they were cut down by the Death Knight.

"I'm asking you to cripple him, not letting you make a stick!"

Madeleine rolled her eyes.

"I forgot to use the back of the knife!"

Jackson wanted to cry without tears.

"Forget it, leave a few alive, otherwise who will send this unlucky guy back?"

Downton casually ordered, picked up his glass, and poured it into his stomach.

"Haha, scared?"

Madeleine joked that if Downton didn't care, he wouldn't use alcohol to vent.

"No, I can see that since I can't peacefully integrate into the aristocratic circle, let's keep fighting!"

Downton snorted, "Fight until they all surrender!"

"Cool, that's gorse...... Ugh!"

Madeleine closed her mouth in time, glanced at the ring on Downton's hand, and secretly said that it was so dangerous that she almost missed it.

There was silence in the audience, only the sound of the campfire crackling and burning, and the nobles all looked at Downton in amazement.

"This thing is a lunatic?"

Sansa was puzzled.

"I'm Debolo, you really did it, are you crazy?"

Chadley's frightened hands trembled, it was normal for nobles to be jealous and fight among themselves, but it rarely developed into this kind of Cheng dù, "The prince who beat the crippled family, do you want to go to war?"

Downton shrugged his shoulders, despite the tax exemption policy, he had seized a lot of money underground, how could he spend it without a war?

The natives of the hills are unruly fellows, with big appetites and short tempers. Spending a huge amount of military money every day, even sweaty training, is too wasteful, it is better to send it to the battlefield.

Rising from actual combat, Downton believes that only a series of battles can cast an army of steel.

"When I'm dead, I'll recruit again. There are millions of natives living in the vast dragon hills, and I don't believe that no one will be tempted by the high salary?"

Downton was ready to fight for war.

"It's a good job, the international status of any country is built up, not maintained by lip service. ”

Homer praised, it knew that Downton had been studying the situation in the north lately, and that Gwent was in the middle and lower reaches of the third-rate countries, and that Frankfurt might not have a chance.

"This guy is crazy?"

"I think it's reckless, huh. It must have been ignored and depressed that he made such an outrageous move. ”

"No matter what, he's dead, and Gwent won't let him go!"

The nobles talked a lot, but as for the life or death of the prince, they didn't care.

"A war-level miscellaneous fish dares to jump out and provoke, is this guy brainless?" "Kill him, it's dirty hands!"

The opera troupe members looked at Downton. His gaze changed somewhat.

"Hey, you're so uncool. ”

Chadley didn't know what to say, but this domineering also made him envious.

"Huh, what's wrong with your eyes?"

Only then did Downton notice that Chadley's left eye was dark blue and the corners of his mouth were swollen.

"Nope. It's okay, I lost in the duel just now. ”

Chadley covered his cheeks, a little embarrassed.

"Downton, may you please have a drink?"

Sansa walked over, smiling. Like a warm spring breeze, intoxicating, she didn't seem to stand firm, and fell directly to Downton.

Downton subconsciously helped her, and his arm was right on her chest.

"Damn it!"

The nobles who were interested in Sansa were about to explode when they watched the princess's plump breasts deform under the squeeze of Downton's arms.

"A reckless man!"

Watching Downton cripple Gwent, Sansa is ready to pour a barrel of oil on the fire and kill him completely, and those men who pursue themselves are undoubtedly the most easily provoked, "Oh, is this a victory wine?"

"Haha, the princess loves to laugh too much, and the victory wine is also something that a duke can buy?"

Several nobles came over with unkind looks.

"Sorry, our wine is only for friends!"

Xiao Hu Tao simply refused, she hated these people, as for their identity, she didn't care.

"Haha, do you think we're willing to drink your cheap wine?" a nobleman shook the glass in his hand, "See if you see a high-quality wine, a glass will cost five hundred gold coins!"

"Shh

Hu Tao disdainfully, "Cheap? a bun of dirt buns, who don't even know the victory wine, and dare to say that they are nobles? You can't be pretending, right?"

"Haha, you really dare to brag, we have the best wine tasters here!" the nobles pushed one of their companions out, "You know, their wine estate is bigger than your family's territory!"

When the nobles had finished speaking, they realized that their companion's expression was unnatural, and they turned to Princess Sansa, and found that she had the same expression.

"Isn't it?

The aristocrats were a little dumbfounded, but there was indeed a mellow aroma in the air, but if this was such a precious wine, why should it be given to the commoners of the opera troupe?

Most of the nobles gathered because of Sansa's coming, and after figuring out what was going on, they looked at the nobleman who had been named.

The young man was depressed, of course he knew that the wine was real, but if he admitted it, he would be slapped in the face, and if he didn't admit it, people would find someone to identify it, and his brand would be smashed.

"Loser!"

Sansa cursed fiercely, she had drunk the victory wine, naturally knew its authenticity, even her father would not enjoy it so luxuriously, but this guy is good, just put a bucket on it, and let people drink it casually.

Hu Tao took out the empty rock beer can, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip, more than one sweetness overflowed, and the bottle even had a giant spirit illusion on the mouth, but unfortunately these nobles did not have enough background to recognize its origin at all.

No way, this is the treasure of the dwarven king's sealed zài vault, let alone drinking, there are only a handful of people who have seen it.

"Is this an empty rock beer can?" the wine aristocrat's eyes widened, and then his face was full of excitement, "Do you sell it? I'll pay five million!"

"Not for sale!"

Little Walnut refused without any hesitation. (To be continued......)