As the pillar of fire rose from the palace, Frederick was wrapped in a blanket, huddled in a hero's bar, shivering. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Warm up with a glass of vodka. Lisa behind the bar pushes half a glass of water.

"Thank you. Frederick stretched out his bare arms.

"You are the lord of Bafaria, and it is my duty to care for you. Lisa smiled, and the freckles were particularly cute.

While Frederick was drinking, the shock wave of the earth shaking the mountains was like a belated thunderbolt, and then it roared. The wooden door of the bar was pushed open by the air current, and it fell on the wall with a "pop", and then bounced back, opening and closing like a fan, and couldn't stop. The window panes were blown by the shock wave, and the sound was so piercing that it seemed to be shattered.

Lisa, who wipes the glass, is so frightened that she thinks the bar is going to collapse. Frederick drank with his head held high, and he did it all in one go.

"Aren't you afraid?" said Lisa, surprised at Frederick's composure. Not only did he not move, but he turned a deaf ear to the upheaval in the palace on the top of the mountain, and only concentrated on drinking.

"I am not surprised that the Grand Master of the Teutonic Knights went straight to the court, and there was much trouble. Frederick clutched the blanket tightly, his blue hair hanging down like a tassel in front of his eyes: "When the Dreadnought Knight turned back to capture the real Assassin, I knew that madman was in action. Legend has it that after he lost his entire knighthood, he was depressed for three years, and it was only after breaking through his heart barrier that the divine grace radiation increased by leaps and bounds, breaking through five hundred, and stepping into the threshold of the paladin, which shows the depth of his hatred. Although the proceedings could only catch Oppenheimer, St. Peter was easily inspired to find out that Ferdinand was behind the plot. It was three or five days at the fastest, half a month at the slow, and he would definitely go to Ferdinand for a long talk. It's a given. ”

Lisa was dumbfounded, watching Frederick bow her head and drink, and muttered, "You guessed all this?"

"Guessed partially. For I have dealt with St. Peter, a man whose love is more intense, the more he hates. It was ironclad that he went to Ferdinand to settle scores. Frederick's face stiffened, and he stared at the reflection on the glass with a little hatred, and the corners of his mouth trembled from time to time: "No matter how big an explosion is, it's good news, because I'm thinking about something else." ”

He reminisced about Elena's situation. Three hundred dreadnought knights, escorting two tons of gold, have arrived at the border and will soon enter the imperial capital. At that time, Ferdinand would have the strength to rival the dragoons, and at the same time pay a huge dowry to officially marry the empress.

If Frederick wants to reclaim Elena, time is running out, and every second counts.

And if the Grand Master goes to assassinate Ferdinand, the best outcome is a successful blow, and even if it is not successful, the Grand Master will consume Ferdinand's guards and clear the way for Frederick's coup d'état. So Frederick was indifferent to the sound of the explosions, because he was concerned with the result - the effect on the military strength after the Grand Master was shattered.

"Your clothes to dry. The tavern accountant's words interrupted Frederick's thoughts. The accountant brought the dried shirt and underwear to Frederick.

Lisa smiled as Frederick changed her clothes in public.

"The clothes of the forbidden army were thrown into the hearth and burned. Frederick flattened the sleeves of his shirt, took the Count's coat and draped it on, and commanded casually.

"Okay. "The accountant obeys the lord's words. The Hero's Tavern is the only Bafarian beer hall in Wiener, and both Lisa and the accountant regard Frederick as a hero.

Lisa changed the charcoal, handed Frederick the little brass stove that was warm, and said with a smile, "Hold it and heat it." You came wet here, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold. ”

Frederick's injuries had been repaired by Lil, and the wounds had been cemented with new flesh. He nodded pretentiously and took the stove.

The silence was broken by a panting army of palace guards, armed with flintlock muskets and one-foot-long bayonets stuck in their muzzles, rushing through the silent streets, diverting into the houses by the roadside, rushing through the doors and shouting: "Harboring Assassins are guilty!

Frederick held his glass and calmly looked back at the three white-robed janissaries. The Praetorian Army was red-faced and sweating.

"This gentleman has been drinking here with the Knight Captain Felia since 8 o'clock. The chief knight was gone, and he didn't go. Lisa tilted her head and lied, without blinking her eyelids. They had already made offerings.

The Praetorian came over suspiciously, taking a closer look at Frederick's hair.

Frederick's hair was still steaming with moisture, and locks were knotted together.

"You just climbed up from the river?" the Praetorian stared at Frederick, his voice murderous. The Assassin escaped by jumping into the river, and the Praetorian Army searched along the riverbank, sensitive to wet hair.

The tavern accountant came out with a basin of bathwater, passed by the Praetorian Army, walked to the door, splashed it on the street, and then went back as if nothing had happened.

"I had an itchy scalp and washed my hair with shampoo. The one who poured the water can testify. Frederick shrugged.

The accountant glanced back at Frederick innocently, looking confused, but nodded his head twice, shrugged his shoulders and went back to the room on the second floor.

The forbidden army was still suspicious, and arrogantly ordered Frederick: "You, go back with us to cooperate with the investigation." ”

Frederick lifted his chin and looked straight into the eyes of the Praetorian Army, standing still proudly.

Then, the hooves of the horses stopped outside the door, and a group of people turned over and dismounted. After a while, the sullen scout rushed into the tavern, and when he saw the three forbidden soldiers checking Frederick, he stood still.

Then, the iron-clad "Clang" rubbed rapidly, and the red-armored Farragut rushed into the tavern with two rows of silver-helmeted silver knights. As soon as Farragut saw that the forbidden army was checking on his master, he immediately lifted his face armor, revealing a fierce and vicious face, rushed over roughly, squeezed away the forbidden army brutally, and brazenly drew his sword and shouted: "What's the matter?"

The forbidden army was stunned, and reflexively shouted with a gun: "The palace is hunting!

The palace forbidden army was accustomed to scaring the people with a gun, but this time it triggered a chain reaction, and the twelve members of the Silver Knights behind saw the gun, and immediately drew their swords one after another, and without squeaking, they stared at the three forbidden soldiers who were alone and lonely.

Only then did the forbidden army find out that Lou Zi had stabbed him, and the three of them could only shoot three shots, and they couldn't penetrate Farragut's plate armor.

Lisa covered her lips behind the bar, desperately trying to restrain herself from screaming.

Then, Frederick calmly put down his glass, pushed away Farragut's sword with his ring finger, and looked up at the Praetorian Army: "Do you recognize me?"

"You are ......" This forbidden army happens to be face blind.

"Count Frederick. Lord of Bafaria. Frederick said kindly, "The king received me, and the emperor commended me and made me and Filia knights of the dragon slayer." Have you heard of it?"

"Saying that......" The forbidden army was in awe, and hurried to find the bottom of the steps.

Frederick turned his head to interrupt the Praetorian army and stopped looking at them: "If the Emperor thinks I am an Assassin, you can arrest me with an edict. Now you can step down. ”

"Excuse me. I'm so sorry. "If the forbidden army is amnesty, I secretly think that as long as I report it, I can be exempted from responsibility, why not do it. They hurriedly put down their guns, and while the knight gave way, the three of them lined up and ran out in dismay. (To be continued.) )