"The nobles of Van Klee, the people who can cleave the uranium element enriched in the liver. The uranium element is cleaved in the liver by www.biquge.info producing the powerful fire element into the blood, and at the same time releasing divine radiation. As the fire element in the blood gradually increases, the radiance released by the liver will increase. When the radiation of the divine grace is strong enough for the buds of the uranium flower to bloom, we call it 'awakening' with joy.

"The awakened Van Kleek nobles will be canonized as knights and embark on the glorious road of rejuvenating the country by martial arts.

"Civilians can't produce the fire element, so they're weak. The Awakened Knights can enrich a small amount of uranium from a small amount of food, and they can produce a large amount of fire elemental into their blood, obtain inexhaustible surging power, run without sleep, jump on barns, lift boulders, and be like Grand Duke William, everywhere they pass through the battle, there are corpses divided in two, and the walls of the rift are dazzling. ”

- Lancelot, chief knight of Fort William

In the drizzle, Frederick Wilhelm stood sweating profusely on the verdant grassland, watching his mansion be sealed by the royal gendarmerie.

The elegant fence swayed with white uranium flowers, forming a large manor, in which the royal cavalry who accepted the manor proudly roamed around. They admired the elegance and magnificence of the William Mansion, but they didn't even care that the war horse had broken the beautiful potted plants.

This is a great insult to the William Mansion. It was even more contempt for Count Frederick William.

"Take care of your horse! It will take at least 3, 3 years to make a potted plant look like an empress!" Frederick rudely picked up stones and smashed them at the royal cavalry, ignoring his dirty velvet red coat: "Don't fucking gnaw on my tree!"

The Household Cavalry silently tugged at the reins and escaped from his sight.

"Lord Frederick, the estate is about to be auctioned, and to put it mildly, these plants already belong to the Central Bank of the Habs, so you need not be angry. A hoarse and sweet voice floated in, and Lily, the dignified court lady, folded her hands under her sleeves, moved towards Frederick, her long sleeves dangling on her toes, as if to replace her short skirt to cover her snow-white legs: "But you will regret using 'enchanting' to describe the Queen Regent." ”

Lily's female officer's blue hair was braided into thin braids, elegantly coiled on her head, and only three locks of curly hair hung down just right to embellish her glamorous melon seed face. She has a straight nose, full red lips, and a delicate face that is lively and enthusiastic, but she is reserved and restrained to keep it cold and glamorous, and she is a peugeot court beauty.

"Not a Lord! It's Count Frederick!" Frederick was most annoyed by being picked on when he was anxious, and if he was kind, he would honestly and unceremoniously lecture the female officer, and he would always mention his grandfather when he was violated: "There is only one Count Frederick, but even the son of the master of the stables can be called a lord, because they have no decent grandfather!"

Frederick had a brilliant grandfather, Archduke William. Archduke Wilhelm enjoyed the same blood as the Habs emperors, and he turned the tide of the battle at the Battle of the Lane River, enough for Frederick to brag about for the rest of his life.

Lily frowned and stared at Frederick, dignified and unchanging, as if reproachful. She was wearing an off-the-shoulder bandeau double-sleeved shirt, only looking for beauty, regardless of warmth, not only sexy and imposing, but also freezing and clenching her teeth. When she stood in the drizzle, the wide ribbon that stretched her waist was tied with a crimson bow at the back of her waist, and the long ribbon and the sleeves hanging at her feet fluttered at the same time, fluttering in the wind with the white headband, which was pleasing to the eye. As soon as she walked to Frederick's side, the maid behind her was afraid that the drizzle would wet Lily's graceful braids, so she hurriedly chased after her with an umbrella, and suddenly the charming "rustle" sound of the drizzle pecking the umbrella sounded. The female officer was served like a princess, and she didn't have to lift a finger except for being noble and cold.

Yes, as a court lady who is responsible for the private affairs of the Queen Regent, as long as she steps out of the palace, she can look at everything.

So she dared to frown at Count Frederick, and to stare at him resentfully. She was tall and almost as tall as Frederick, and when Lily stood so straight and dignified that even the young maid had to tiptoe to raise her umbrella.

"Repeat. It was Count Frederick. Frederick gritted his teeth to defend the glory of the family, "Not the Lord, not Your Excellency, but His Royal Highness the Count!

Lily, the female officer, stared at him silently, her breasts, which were held high by the waistband, began to rise and fall visibly, and her career line was not only confident and charming, but the full snow-white neckline even revealed the lace pattern on the edge of the black underwear. This new style of underwear, which was handed down from across the strait, had taken the court by storm.

She disobeyed with silence.

The eyes of the two began to fight in the drizzle.

Suddenly, Frederick heard a malicious "whoosh", as if a sharp aura pierced the rain curtain. He skillfully judged that it was a dark arrow.

After returning to China, Frederick, who was powerless, was forced to develop a skillful escape skill, so he practiced squatting with his head in his hands, and did not hesitate to use efficient postures to ensure his survival, without caring about leisure and elegance.

A crossbow arrow "poofed" through the earl's hat on his head. It was so powerful that it pierced not only through the mink and gold inlays, which symbolized the title, but also through two layers of cooked cowhide made of high-grade alum, and finally staggered into the grass two meters away, and the tail of the arrow was still trembling unwillingly.

Frightened by the sudden arrow, Lily held her red lips and stupidly moved her gaze to the gravel path at the door of the fence. She saw a beautiful girl in a horse costume carrying a crossbow, and shook her head in regret, and a sturdy steed beside her snorted and shook its head and tail irritably, apparently just riding, but the grass was so soft that Frederick could not hear the sound of the horse's hooves.

The sharp arrows trembling on the grass finally stopped trembling, and the court maid covered her mouth in fright, and the umbrellas rolled to the grass.

"Miss Count, you ...... too" The female officer pointed at her in fright, incoherently, but was interrupted impatiently by the other party.

"What Countess? Your Excellency, Lord. Otto Wilhelm slung the crossbow on his shoulder, squinted at Lily, and opened his mouth with an indifferent male voice, which made Lily bite four fingers in shock and widen her eyes in disbelief.

Otto's voice was languid, cold but pleasant. He wears an elegant and chic ponytail, a pointed chin, and thin ruddy lips that make people can't help but want to kiss, even when they are still, let alone when they have expressions. Whether it's a provocative smile or a disgusted pout, it's all exciting, and it's intently immersed in love. His facial features are so delicate that he has endowed him with the talent of dazzling the soul, and when he focuses on gazing, he can look at half of a person's body, and he can usually look forward to brilliance, and he is pure when he is in a daze, and he is charming when he is angry. So the court lady took him for a count, not for Lord Otto.

After Lily clearly distinguishes Otto's gender, she basically can't tell what gender is. She stared jealously at Lord Otto, who was strolling closer, and carefully examined his face of the devastated people, and the more she looked, the more horrified she became, and she felt the urgency of the queen to poison Snow White.

Lord Otto stared at Frederick, who was standing up in embarrassment, carrying a crossbow, and smiled indifferently: "Stupid brother, the more conscious your body is, it will automatically dodge. ”

Frederick clenched his fists and roared at Otto without grace: "It's obvious, isn't it? It's not a mistake to overturn a vase, it's not an accidental scare of the horse, it's a blatant murder! No, it's a blatant assassination!"

Otto stared at Frederick with his long, narrow and bewitching eyes as if he were a prey, and replied in a gloomy manner: "So why do you want to go back to China, brother, isn't it good for me to inherit the family inheritance? You're going to die anyway, right?,You're a romantic fool who can only write poetry.,You've always been a victim and food of power.,It's better to let your brother solve it than to die in the chaos of the army.,Even if it's the first time you send your life, your brother will be treated gently.,Rest assured brother.。 ”

Frederick cried out in anger without fear: "I can't hear my mother, but I honestly admit it!