"Option two, lift Lily's little skirt until you can see the fat color clearly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info," the priest graciously continued.

"What!" Frederick felt like a rusty machine, and the gears couldn't turn.

"Is there any problem?" said Duke William.

Frederick turned his head to look at the doorway, and a radiant Filia was earnestly expounding her point, her flaming red dress falling reservedly on the side of her steel boots like a beautiful bell. When she focused on persuading Elaine, her long eyelashes were like butterfly wings, and her delicate side face was particularly charming.

"If I go to lift her skirt, I'll provoke a duel, right? That's the lieutenant knight, if I duel with the angry Filia, I'll die, I'll definitely die!" Frederick gasped, desperately refused, and told his grandfather bitterly: "And why is it this tricky trial, let me go to crusade against the rebels, let me go into battle and kill the enemy! I'm ready to be scarred, I'm obviously fearless! Why do you want me to lift my skirt!"

"You don't even have the courage to lift your skirt, and you dare to claim to be fearless?" Duke William was furious, and asked in a loud voice: "Suppressing the rebels and crusading against robbers, this kind of thing is just the daily work of the lord, and you have already been fully prepared for it, what can this unchallenged assessment prove? Only when you face the most feared choice can I see your courage and strategy clearly! If you are not afraid of the exam questions, then what is the point of the exam?"

"I ...... ......" Frederick was speechless, and was speechless: "Ancestor...... But what do you tell me to choose, lifting Filia's skirt will be killed in a duel, and lifting Lily's skirt will be disgusted by Elaine, both of which will be fatal to me!"

"Do you finally realize, indecisive heir!" Duke Wilhelm looked at the tangled Frederick with pity: "You are the legendary terminal patient: a typical case of choice disorder! Whether to risk your life to provoke the serious Lieutenant Filia, or to risk losing Elaine to bully Lily, make a choice! Even if you are faced with a choice with an uncertain future, you must decide decisively and quickly, this is the survival quality of an excellent lord! Otherwise, you will only lose more in infinite hesitation!"

"Choose, brother!" Otto urged gloatingly. He wished that Frederick and Elaine's front would be ruined, and that he would be alone for the rest of his life.

"Choose, heir!" said Duke William, disguised as a priest, aggressively.

One old and one young, two soul-inducing voices echoed in Frederick's mind. Poor Count Frederick's eyes widened and his head clenched, driven mad.

"So you just want to see Fat, bastard!" Frederick couldn't take it anymore and cried out in anguish.

"Don't you want to?" said Father Yannick, looking at Frederick with a kind eye.

Time stood still around Frederick for two seconds, and everything fell silent, except for the priest's solemn and kind gaze.

"So I only need to pass the trial to know where the treasure is hidden!" Frederick retorted, arrogantly compromised.

"He's changed the subject! This man has forcibly changed the subject without regard for the context!" Otto thought in surprise: "Although he said no, his body is so honest!"

"Yes, it's an insane treasure, and even the Habs don't know where it is. Do you really think that your grandfather left you a mess with the world? The reason why I am incognito is nothing more than a dormant wing, waiting for a stronger descendant to avenge me, waiting for the resurgence of Bafaria! So prove yourself, act bravely, and charge into an uncertain future, and prove that you are a worthy heir! The more you prove, the more rich the inheritance will be!" Duke William began to train his grandson. He taught earnestly, coerced and enticed.

Frederick's heart was moved.

A treasure, a treasure with a conservative valuation of 5,000 ounces of gold, can not only repair and refurbish the equipment of the Knights, but also buy healthy horses, so that the Knights of Fort William can return to power. Then he will teach a few vassals who are vainly trying to be independent, show their strength, and the rest of the rural Van Klee will surrender, it is only a matter of time.

After conquering 500 vassals and regaining control of the tax rights of the Bafarian region, they will be able to obtain a steady income from gold coins, which will support the farms, workshops, orchards and wineries around Mingxing City to continue their operations, and by the way, develop industry, cast iron and sell swords, and slowly recover the economic decline.

The most important thing is that if he wants to save the collapsed economy, he must have a bailout reserve, and he needs money so badly. There are a thousand words in the chest, and if there is no capital in the pocket, any grand plan is empty talk.

To do all this, 5,000 ounces of gold is a start-up capital that is desperate.

"Lift your skirt for the rise of Bafaria!" Frederick clenched his fists and made up his mind to spur himself on against all odds and dangers to fight for the final victory.

Then, under the solemn gaze of the priest, and under the wordless gaze of Lancelot, Count Frederick turned without hesitation and walked towards the half-elf Filia at the door, her desolate cloak fluttering tragically behind her.

"Count!" Lancelot looked at the autumn water, propped up the table and whimpered: "Don't go, you will be killed!"

Hearing the chief knight's heartache and intestines, Frederick slowly turned his head, like a leukemia patient lying on the bed comforting his relatives, and showed a pure smile that healed people's hearts: "Lancelot! The man's soul is like a flame, always licking and licking the sky with longing, never yielding, and absolutely unbreakable! I think this is what my grandfather wants to teach me." Lancelot, don't grieve for me, remember that I'm not a pervert. ”

"Your Highness, Earl!" Lancelot sobbed.

Then Count Frederick turned his head and walked with a triumphant look at the girls who looked at him in bewilderment.

Lily was still haunted by Frederick and Otto's "relationship", and when she caught a glimpse of him coming, she pretended not to see him, hugged her chest and turned her face away, her chin was raised, leaving him with only a side face waiting for comfort.

Elaine was still churning at her lips.

Phyllia noticed Frederick approaching and looked at him with a little concern, her thick eyelashes dotting her curious eyes, making her pretty melon face slightly innocent. And Filia involuntarily clenched the hilt of her sword, as if waiting for him to come.

Before Frederick could get closer, a mosquito buzzed and tried to bite Filia. She held the dragoon helmet in one hand, and turned her head to hide in annoyance, but the mosquitoes were still buzzing and hovering, and she had to kiss Fang Ze to stop.

Filia suddenly pulled out the Jin Xi sword, and "swished" a cross, like two snow-white lightning bolts cracking in mid-air, before everyone could react, the slender Jin Xi sword had already been sheathed. Filia casually closed her eyes and brushed her red hair away, enjoying the silence.

Mosquitoes that have lost their wings fall lightly to the ground. The annoying buzz is gone.

"Light ...... Lightspeed Sword. Jacob saw it from a distance and stabbed Lancelot hard: "See? It took less than a second to draw the sword, cross the knife, and return it to the sheath." ”

Hearing Jacob's explanation, Frederick's footsteps suddenly stopped. He raised his head as if he were facing a great enemy, his expression was as withered as bacon that had been cut off, and a collapsed voice shouted hysterically in his heart: "That woman...... It's so much better than Watson!If you go and pull her skirt, I, I'm going to be killed......"