Forgetting that he was holding Jacob, Knight Raymond looked at the red dragoon with admiration, and began to swallow his spit with straight eyes. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info and the glorious painter of Fort William and the knight Florian beside him had already rushed to the end of the corridor like a silver lightning bolt, and "poof" lay on the ground, desperately lifting his gaze into the skirt of the dragoon, and the ground had been covered with white paper and charcoal at some point, and had begun to sketch like a lightning-fast camera.

A pair of round silver steel boots appeared on the white paper, the boots extended to the knees, just right to wrap the full and plump calf curve, and then revealed a piece of snow-white stockings, hidden under the lace petticoat that bloomed like flowers, and set off the outermost skirt as bright as fire, complementing each other.

But what Florian wanted to depict realistically was more beauty, the end of the stockings—his charcoal was flying on the paper, but his eyes were desperately lifted into his skirt, wishing that his gaze could turn around the hem of the skirt and paint the most satisfying work.

Seeing that Florian was desperate again, Jacob hurriedly shouted softly: "Sullen pervert, show me the occasion, you are peeping at the Habs dragoons, the dragoons known as the Sword of the Golden Dawn! Be careful that she will never paint again, you fool!"

Florian lay on the ground without hesitation, crawling as if he were dead, two lines of nosebleeds slowly seeping into his lips, and solemnly gritted his teeth and muttered, "Almost...... It's almost time to see the end of the stockings......"

Raymond Knight covered his eyes and bowed his head to comfort Jacob: "It's good that Florian has a low sense of presence. When everyone looked at the earl, no one was aware of the location of the muffled pervert. ”

Then, the dragoons gasped, swung their swords and stood firmly, and their long skirts fell to the ground, stubbornly holding their position: "Yes, Watson is the Minister of Sirisha, and he has come to inspect the operation of the 'Bafaria Branch' of the Central Bank of the Habs. He is protected by diplomatic conventions. For the sake of the Habs, I cannot allow him to die in Bafaria, no matter how you sentence. ”

When she spoke, her eyes were sharp and resolute, two locks of long burgundy hair fell on her face, and she was matched with heroic bangs, which made her melon seed face not only rich and beautiful, but also full of energy. However, her thin eyebrows are delicate and delicate, and the willow leaves sweep into the shadow of her long hair, making her look stubborn when she is firm, and she can't hide her thoughts when she is shaken, because when the thin eyebrows are twisted, the panic, seriousness, jealousy, and concentration hidden in her heart will be sour and exposed at the moment when she is distracted;

And her rich and enchanting eyelashes adorn her innocent face, which makes her beautiful blue eyes captivate everyone. Maybe she's naturally beautiful, maybe she's wearing eyeshadow, but those beautiful eyes can stop time and make people hold their breath and stare at her and forget that the earth is still turning. This thrilling beauty is enough to make people ignore morality, and fall in love only for one side - whether the inner is elegant enough or not, ignore it all, and the personality is out of tune, and all of them are sacrificed, because even if you look at her teaching her subordinates with a straight face, this picture can make people linger, and her surprised look, her attentive side face, and the moment of shame when she is suddenly disturbed, can almost make a man live by memory for a week. She didn't need to watch Qiubo, because it was too easy to fall, just a glance at her.

Frederick looked at the female knight carefully for a long time, and the snow-white blade hung on Watson's face for a long time, making Watson's life like a year, more uncomfortable than death.

"Who are you to say such things in my territory?" was the question that Frederick was pursuing, no one else could tell. But it must be admitted that he asked very cunning questions, so that people could not figure out the routine.

"Filia, Lieutenant Knight of the Dragoons. Filia maintained a restrained courtesy in front of the Count, but she remained stern and steadfast.

Filia. The Count remembers the name.

Filia Farina, the granddaughter of the Habs's first military nobleman "Farina" family, could not inherit the title of Van Kwen due to gender, but accepted the canonization and became a dragoon, as if inheriting the talent of the ancestors, with the talent of the superior promoted to the rank of lieutenant knight chief, with the treatment of "baroness", in charge of the pioneer knight battalion, commanding 2 squads, a total of 24 ironclad dragoons, famous in Jiangnan.

But what she is most like thunder is not her extraordinary talent and soaring military exploits, but her reputation as a "decisive general-purpose petrochemical machine". It is said that Filia's most vicious angry gaze can make the pervert flutter, and Filia's routine reprimand with a straight face can make the prodigal son surrender and fall. Therefore, the woman's brave appearance on the battlefield was a very abrupt thing in itself, and she also foully did not wear a face armor, so that the opponents of the war were all distracted, and some even petrified randomly, and were picked up by the other dragoons without paying attention, and flew to heaven with a happy last wish.

Filia gritted her teeth at the nickname. But the more she hated it, the more excited the orator who made up the story, and longed to publish a collection of novels, a collection of fanfiction, and then a collection of fanfiction, which the bookseller had seriously considered, and decided that it was very profitable, and that it was conservatively estimated to feed an army. It's a pity that it can only operate underground, and there is a risk of being destroyed by Filia's army at any time. It's a shame.

We can't blame the bookseller for being cowardly, if Filia didn't have that half of the "Alpine Elf" blood, there might really be a novelist who is not afraid of death who will take the risk and go to the trouble in order to underwrite the huge profits of the "Philia Doujin Book". But Philia had elven pointed ears and seemed to have a particularly keen sense of hearing, and if she really wanted to find it, the bookseller would have to set up a printing base on the moon to be safe.

So not seeing Filia's book is a regret in the Habs's military circles, literary and artistic circles, and aristocratic circles.

Fort William's glorious painter and knight Florian was the first to react, and without hesitation, he threw himself on the ground and raced against time to sketch Filia's boots and skirt, proving that this useless knight was still quite discerning.

Far from it. Back to Frederick.

Frederick also looked at Filia silently for a long time, and marveled in his heart that half-elves can be more beautiful than elves, and sure enough, cross-racial love is the cornerstone of civilization and progress. Then he realized that he must not be the next victim of the "decisive general-purpose petrochemical machine".

A man's recklessness lies in his free sovereignty! How can he be captured by a beautiful half-elf just because of his appearance!

Frederick then said to Philia in earnestness: "I understand what you mean, Knight Filly, the execution of the minister is very harmful, and the benefit of sparing his life is great. ”

It's almost sweet talk.

Elaine nodded vigorously behind Frederick, and was relieved to hear the Count quote her, proving that he had indeed listened.

"Very good. Felia breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced down at Watson, and saw that the mourning dog who had escaped death had already shown arrogant joy, and she was helpless, so she put her sword back into her sheath and closed her eyes: "Actually, I also want to stay away from this annoying minister." But it is the duty of the dragoons to protect the diplomatic convention, so ......"

Then Frederick clenched the power sword and stabbed it hard, and with a "poof", the snow-white and solid blade pierced Watson's Adam's apple, trachea, esophagus, and cervical vertebrae in an instant, leaving only two layers of skin, leaving his head broken and connected to his neck.