The minotaur Mogore couldn't understand the lingua franca, but along some mysterious connection, he could understand what Muen meant. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Moo...... High...... Thunder!"

As if to vent his excitement, he raised his head and let out this roar like a dull thunderstorm, and the sound waves swept away like rolling waves, causing ripples in the large defensive positions in the sky.

"Alright, alright!" Mu En had to wave his hand to stop, and after the other party stopped, he turned back to Little Venal and said: "Remember to arrange for someone to take a good look at this dragon corpse, and in the future, the armor of this guard regiment will fall on it." ”

"Yes!" little Venal's eyes immediately turned red when he heard this, which meant that he would have a share in the future.

"Let's go!"

The six-legged wildebeest has been completely paralyzed by the roar just now, even after being expelled by the groom, it is still walking crookedly, and naturally it can't pull the carriage.

Mu En didn't mind walking, but little Venal was resolutely unwilling, just kidding, the Grand Duke went out on patrol, and actually used two legs.

Isn't that a joke?

In the end, the minotaur Mogaure had to make a cameo appearance on a six-legged wildebeest.

Okay, Mu Ende admits that Mo Gaolei is a good cow who pulls a cart, the speed is fast enough, the control is stable enough, and he will definitely pull the wind when he pulls it out, at least along the way, there are those who secretly observe, and there are those who follow him, but there is absolutely nothing that blocks it.

Of course, Viscount Abbot's Mansion is indeed not far away, and after walking three streets to the outside of a mansion with a small façade.

The building is a standard manor, with walls covered with gecko-like plants, an angelic fountain at the entrance, flowering gardens on either side, and a fine cobblestone road leading to the end of the manor.

When Mu En saw it, he had a good foundation, but with a feeling of dilapidated decline, it seemed that the life of the master's family was not comfortable.

At the door of the house, Muen meets the wood elf Nazel and a thin middle-aged nobleman.

Different from Mu En's imagination, this middle-aged nobleman is full of a capable taste, and his every move will never drag mud and water, seeing him, Mu En seems to be able to see the kind of precision, swiftness and unsmiling that belongs to the butler of Abdul-Jabbar.

Yes, even when he saw Mu En, his expression moved slightly, as if he was a little excited, but he didn't say anything.

Of course, his personal strength is not weak, and he should also be a regular professional, close to the second-order.

Inside the baths of the Viscount Abert's Palace.

"Phew~"

Mu En walked into the hot water, supported the wall with his hands, and slowly sat down, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of comfort.

He was the only one in the smoky bath, and Viscount Albert naturally arranged for a maid, but he drove them out.

The pool was very large, and when he sank, the blood on his body naturally rippled, staining a pool of water red, and he didn't care, just half-squinted his eyes, tilted his head, and exposed his nose, feeling the sultry air and the lightness from the cells, he couldn't help but relax.

The night was too long, and the physical and psychological strings were too tight under the successive battles, and although the heart and blood were sufficient, mental exhaustion was inevitable.

However, Mu En only soaked for more than ten minutes, stood up again, and repeatedly scrubbed his body clean with five by two, and he walked out naked.

In front of a huge piece of glass, Mu En wiped the water stains on his body with a clean towel, while looking at the majestic body in the mirror, the well-proportioned and strong muscles contained unimaginable strength, and the bronzed skin was covered with long and short scars.

This one should have been left behind by the slashing of Kress's warriors when he first came.

This one, which slashed his neck, was supposed to be a memorial given to him by a professional on the walls of Erlant.

This one, which pierced the body, should have been left by Similian.

This one, which almost split my body, seems to have been left behind by the Dragon King on Earth.

And this one, this one......

With Mu En's current strength, if he wanted to, he could erase these scars and restore smooth skin with some effort, but he didn't do so.

In his opinion, the scar is a sign of a man's growth, and it is also a witness to the flow of history over the years.

But at this time, looking at this scar, including the latest additions, he couldn't help but smile: "This is also evidence that you are struggling to survive in the other world!"

Another ten minutes later, Mu En had already put on simple pajamas and walked out.

Outside, seeing Mu En walk out, seven or eight maids immediately walked out, they were half-kneeling on the ground, and helped Mu En put on clothes one by one with trembling but mature techniques.

Good habits require long-term support, while enjoyment only needs one tasting.

Mu En is depraved, what a diligent person he used to be, at this time it doesn't matter how he dresses without even using his hands, a few minutes later, when the maids retreated, he was already wearing a noble dress with red stripes on a black background and gold trim.

It was made to order by the best tailor in Ilmasu City, whom Jabbar had hired, although Muen felt that the dress was completely unsuitable for combat, and that his clothes would tear apart with a single force.

But I have to say that the Buddha relies on people dressed in gold, and people rely on clothes, and this dress is elegant, decent, and has an inexplicable mystery.

At this time, the wood elf Nezel stepped forward and said in a soothing tone, "Your Majesty?"

"Well, bring it!" Mu En nodded slightly and said:

"Yes!"

Little Venal walked up with a tray, his steps were extremely heavy, as if he was holding a thousand pounds in his hand, but in fact, everyone here fixed their eyes on the tray, and their breathing couldn't help but become short.

The tray was small, but it contained a folded cloak of blood-red feathers and a crown made purely of a few branches.

It's the Bloodfeather Raven Cloak and the Crown of Thorns!

When Muen put the Crown of Thorns on top of his head, Nesel and Little Venal had already fastened their cloaks, and finally, a black ordinary seal ring was put on the ring finger of his left hand, and the three inheritance weights of the Igor family had been worn.

The Blood Feather Dragon Crow's cloak was a little long, Mu En directly volleyed into the void, and then strode out, and when he appeared in the hall, the whole room suddenly fell silent.

In the next second, everyone knelt on the ground, and loud voices converged in midair.

"Greetings to my king!"

The Igor family accepted the title of Grand Duke of the Saint-Lance Empire, but in fact the people of the Rose Lords still stubbornly believed that the Rose Lords were canonized by the Augustan dynasty, and the Igor family was a royal family recognized by the Augustan dynasty, and their lords had to be honored as 'My King'.

Muen's head twitched slightly, but his movements did not stop, and when he reached the gate, Viscount Abbott was already waiting here, he knelt on the ground, his head slightly raised, his eyes slightly intoxicated, but his movements were surprisingly fast.

Bang!

He hammered his right hand firmly on his left chest, and a silent roar echoed in mid-air, only to hear him say: "The Abbott family, the viscount of military merit, has been loyal to the Igor family for eight hundred and thirteen years, and one thousand and ninety-five ancestors have died on the battlefield.

The lord of the Rose Collar can only be Igor, and only Igor is the king of the Rose Lord.

I am honored to shed the last drop of blood under the banner of the Rose War, and I look forward to the Igor family going to glory again, and the glory will surely go to my king!"

Mu En stopped and turned to look at the thin middle-aged man, he thought that the other party was just playing on the spot, but his keen perception could feel the sincerity and excitement of the other party, the body that seemed to tremble uncontrollably, contained hope and longing for the future.

He somewhat understood, is this the will of the people?

The Igor family has been operating on this land for more than 3,000 years, and its roots are so deep that as long as it is not perverse, as long as it is not its own death, the hearts of the people here have always been towards Igor.

Mu En couldn't help but say in a deep voice: "I will sprinkle glory on all my followers." ”

Viscount Abbott fell to the ground and said seriously: "My king lives forever!"

When Mu En stepped on the magic caravan again, he didn't step in, but stepped on the wheel, and said to Nazel and Little Venal next to him with strong confidence: "After washing, get dressed, let's go, it's time to face the big boss behind the scenes."

Direction...... The Marquis of Fitch-Gustav. ”

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