Lily hurriedly chased after her and shouted, "What's the matter!" With a look of inseparability, she stomped her feet angrily when she passed by the earl, and willfully scratched the earl's face with her fingers and said: "Perverted earl, the thing that lied to me, next time I will settle accounts with you!" www.biquge.info"Then the long sleeves swirled, taking advantage of the crowd not closing, and hurriedly chased Elaine, the short skirt ran one after another, and the long sleeves of the palace dress jumped more than one by the legs.

Florian, a glorious painter and a useless knight of Fort William, like a cat hearing a lunch bell, pricked up his ears, arched to the window in an instant, stared at Lily's lively silhouette with a snort, and quickly sketched the back of a girl in a short skirt and long legs, and his eyes turned into red hearts with excitement, and he was so excited that he smoked: "To be honest, the dress of the court Van Kleek is really elegant and debauched......"

Lancelot couldn't stand it, and whispered, "Florian, that's the court lady, you give me a little bit!"

Sir Jacob calmly comforted the chief knight: "Florian's presence is about zero, and no one will notice him." ”

When Count Frederick looked at Elaine's back, he was suddenly pushed on the shoulder, and the cold fragrance came to his nose, and Filia frowned aggressively and asked him: "You guy, do you have to use the 'right of execution'? What good will it do you?"

Hearing this, Elaine paused for a second in the scorching sun, and then squinted back at the Count, as if to hear the answer. Lily hurriedly opened her parasol to cover the fair-skinned Elaine, lest she get the sun.

Count Frederick's gaze was intertwined with Elaine's, and his heart was full of excitement, and he wanted to say too much, at least to ask the name, but he could not answer this question directly.

Why kill Watson? The answer is clear, but vague. He was decisive, but he didn't understand why he was so decisive.

Because this is the instruction of the Grand Duke.

Suddenly, a slender shadow cast on the snow-white stone brick street that was basked by the sun. Lord Otto, carrying a slender case, dismounted from the carriage in the distance, and hurried on foot. The bustling crowd saw Otto from afar and rejoiced out of the way, screaming excitedly: "Oh my God!

"Otto, I love you, marry me!" the girl fainted, causing a commotion.

Otto did not squint, but walked quickly, standing under the sign of the beer can, through the open glass door, in a single knife with Frederick. Then he slammed the violin case, and when the elegant box the size of a small coffin flew in front of him, he opened the lock with his left hand and "crackled" twice with his right hand, flicked the lid open, and suddenly took out a black and red sword from the golden flannel cloth and held it high in the air.

"The trial is complete, the Imperial Soldier is yours!" Otto shouted with a blank face.

In the bright sunlight, the "Ideal Messenger", an emperor-level weapon about two meters long, reflected a deep and dazzling red light. It retains the design of the two-handed knight's greatsword, but it only has one blade, shaped like a sword, and the jet-black and solid spine of the sword is densely covered with fumaroles, which sets off the snow-white edge even more sharply. The sword is two meters long, with a bright red velvet hilt that occupies a quarter of its length, an extremely exquisite sword stock that protects the mechanical gears inside, and a clutch grip that is slanted out next to it, echoing parallel to the hilt, ready to be pinched and accelerated.

Weapons are divided into four classes: the first class, the imperial soldiers, the craftsmanship is superb, there is almost no repeatability, there are 12 imperial soldiers on the mainland, and there are not as many kings as the king. The second class, the ceremonial knife, the details are at the pinnacle, which can be called the pinnacle of the four major crafts of contemporary weapons, machinery, materials, and casting, and are linked to the title, and those below the lord, or those who do not belong to the royal guard, are strictly forbidden to wear the ceremonial knife, otherwise they will be punished as trespassing. The third class, Hengbing, is the best choice for money to be smashed, the price is varied, the types are all over the place, with a variety of dazzling functions, from thousands of strange manufacturers, for the use of all kinds of heroes in the mainland, is the weapon with the widest coverage, is the main source of profit for war money. However, the constant soldiers who have been ordered by the military in a unified manner and specially equipped with the army are of high quality and the most stable performance, and basically there will be no embarrassing situation in which the gears burst out and the sword fire cannot be extinguished, and the official has promised that there will never be such a tragedy as the hilt of the sword exploding. The fourth class, the mortal soldier, is the cheapest and most luxurious weapon, it can look exactly the same as the imperial soldier, and it can also be exactly the same as the honor soldier, and the general situation is that it is exactly the same as the constant soldier, and even the packaging, the sword box, and the manufacturer's steel seal are imitated vividly and vividly, and it is basically only when the gears burst out and the sword fire cannot be extinguished, can its dirty nature be exposed. Mortal soldiers, a great test of the knights' eyesight and wallets, make the arms black market full of a warm atmosphere of bargaining, can be called a cancer in the industry, repeatedly banned.

And the ideal messenger is known as the "sword of destroying the city", ranking third among the 12 emperors.

"Ideal messenger?!" Filia's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth opened slightly in surprise, her thin eyebrows furrowed, and she cried out, "Didn't it disappear with Archduke William?

Otto stood proudly in the sunlight, holding aloft the sword of destruction that symbolized the family's martial arts, and the sunlight reflected by the snow-white blade dazzled everyone's eyes. Then Otto ignored the dragoons, raised his head and shouted: "The majesty of the duke, protect the ancient castle, and the power sword that destroys the city will roar endlessly!

This familiar slogan ignited the generous soul of the Bafarian people, and the resonance echoed one after another: "Bafaria will rise again!"

Frederick looked silently at his impassioned brother, and finally understood the ins and outs of the situation, and understood the good intentions.

To inherit the sword of destroying the city, it must be vigorous and not obscure. Because when he took over the "ideal messenger", he took over the mission of revival and the cohesion of the people.

Lady Mary came silently, shook off her blue cloak, and tiptoed to put it on for Count Frederick. Frederick returned Lancelot's power sword, unfurled his cloak, and stepped into the sunlight outside the beer hall.

The cheers were deafening.

Otto stared at Frederick and threw the heavy messenger of ideals to Frederick. Frederick's left hand sprang out from under his cloak, gritted his teeth and tried to catch the unsheathed sword, looked at it closely, and then raised it above his head without a word.

"Bafaria will rise again!" said Frederick, looking around his people, and uttered a righteous oath cry.

"Martial arts will not be extinguished! It will rise again!" "What economic crisis, what lack of food, all have been left behind by the citizens, because the flame of hope has been ignited, surging in the chest, like an endless sword!