Sometimes things are done by inertia, for example, Merlin just saved little Yara in Hippo City, and then immediately when he saw that the nun wanted to kill, he shot again, and without hesitation, he shot at a golden knight.

It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense at all. This maid is supposed to be Yara's personal maid, who is usually responsible for taking care of the small lord of Hippo.

There is no reason for the nun to kill her, even if she is angry with her and wants to make a move, it is impossible for her to kill someone in the City Lord's Mansion as an outsider.

Merlin didn't have that much time to think about it, he just felt that a young life was just gone, and it wasn't worth it, so he took action, completely ignoring whether he could block the Golden Knight's blow.

This kind of thing is like the artificial respiration of Ara just now, no one knows if they will be able to take Yara away in front of death in the end, but Merlin still has to go all out.

Now he was the same, and he wondered if it was true that Blanche's Cloud Strike might fend off the Holy Knight's attacks.

Ah, Sister Rand's exclamations echoed in the small garden of the City Lord's Mansion. Just as a piece of transparent glass was suddenly hit hard by a ten-kilogram sledgehammer, a series of piercing sounds made everyone tremble.

Merlin's feeling was completely different, he didn't have time to pull out the elven dagger at his waist in a hurry, of course, he could also use his hands to use the Izumo Strike Technique, which Merlin had known for a long time, but the fact that Merlin had no time to regret it with his bare hands was that Merlin didn't have time to regret it, and he didn't dare to think about what would happen next.

The Golden Knight's attack was not as fierce as expected, but it was not easy to pick it up. Merlin felt like a little fish in a swamp mired, with only a little water left around him, struggling to wet his body, and then squeezing forward with all his might, hoping to squeeze out a way to survive.

Boom, the scepter still hit the maid's shoulder. She took a few steps back, then leaned back and fell to the ground never moving again.

Merlin's arms hung unconsciously in his sleeves, trembling.

"It's good that a bronze horseman can actually break through my holy shield defenses. Sister Rand reached out and smoothed the robe on her body, and under her ribs, there was a small opening about three inches long, and with the movement of her slender and slender hand, the crack could no longer be seen when she reached it.

"Are you the hole card that the old drunkard said?" Sister Rand frowned deeply, and her well-maintained face suddenly became bitter. "Why did he give you all the badges of the saints?"

As soon as the nun's hand was stretched out, Merlin only felt a lightness on her body, and the badge on her chest was gone.

"My lord, Merlin from Ashfurnace Village greets you. ”

"Nice and polite, young man. The nun returned the badge to Merlin, and left the little garden with Yara in her arms.

As a token of appreciation, Harriele hosted Merlin.

"In a hurry, I didn't prepare anything good, please forgive me!" Catherine gently shook the goblet in her hand, the scarlet liquid slowly flowed, and a few drops of translucent liquid climbed up the glass of the halo.

This is definitely the best Bordeaux wine, and just this small sip can be less than a month's living expenses in Ashoven Village. Merlin sighed, the foie gras in front of him exuding a charming fragrance, and the matsutake mushrooms rose and fell in the milky white soup. His stomach couldn't help but growl, and Merlin only remembered that he was already hungry.

Compared to Adrianople, life in Hippoa is what an aristocrat should be. Merlin really felt a little sorry for his cheap father, seeing that he was busy like a dog every day, but life was so hard, and the city of Hippo in his territory was much richer than Adrianople.

When Merlin was eating, the maids who came and went were all full of fat intestines, and it seemed that the life of the City Lord's Mansion was not ordinarily good, otherwise it would be impossible for the maids to grow like this.

After Sister Rand left the little garden, Merlin never saw her again. Harrell, who sat next to Catherine, had a good appetite as always, and the dishes of roasted meat were cleared as soon as they were served, as if what had just happened had no effect on him.

Merlin took a sip of wine, and the rich gannific acid in it made him frown. It has been said that no wine is unsour, but Merlin scoffs at this assertion, because they have not tasted real fruit wine, and the sweetness and mellow aroma are not comparable to those of a famous wine like Bordeaux.

The grapes in Ashoven Village were about to ripen in large areas, and it seemed that it was time to put this issue on the agenda.

On the other side, Harrell's chirp grew louder and louder, until Catherine couldn't help but put down her glass and snorted coldly.

Silence, the silence of a snowy day, Harriele suddenly stopped, his little eyes slanted at his wife, and he felt that the frost suddenly falling around him was becoming more and more terrifying. Hurriedly took out a large piece of pig's trotters that had not yet been swallowed in his mouth, and the two greasy hands urged straight down, without squinting, looking at the empty position in front of him without moving.

Merlin couldn't help but have a smile on his face, and said that the man who was afraid of his wife was fat, no wonder this Harriele was so fat, it turned out to be a rake ear.

Catherine cleared her throat and raised her glass, "Thank you, Your Highness Merlin for saving Yara, if it weren't for His Highness's action, Hippo City wouldn't know what to do." ”

"This is what I should have done, and it is not my fault that Yara was able to escape from the face of death. Merlin raised his glass.

"No amount of words can express the feelings of a mother at this moment. Catherine's eyes were slightly red, "Catherine knows the situation in Ash Furnace Village, but now the situation in Hippo City is not optimistic, the City Lord's Mansion can sell a batch of grain to His Highness Merlin, but the amount of this batch of grain cannot be too much, and His Highness can only figure out a way for the remaining shortage." ”

Merlin only knew at this time that the real owner of Hippo City was the city lord's wife in front of him, and judging from the relationship between the nuns who came from Michel's monastery and the city lord's mansion, he was afraid that the king of Cyris would not get much tax in Hippo City. No wonder in Merlin's memory, Adrianople was not often able to eat meat. It seems that the life of the cheap dad is also very hard.

Such a big piece of fat can only be seen but not eaten.

However, there are Holy Knights in Hippo City, and it is estimated that no one has such good teeth and dares to come up and take a bite.

The most important thing was done, and Merlin left the City Lord's Mansion with his heart on his mind.