"It's okay, seriousness is habit. www.biquge.info"Griffith Farina stared into the distance, his whole face only his lips moved, and the lace collar flower bulged out of the gilded collar gorgeously, and he adjusted it slightly, and waited for the empress in a high-spirited and serious position.

After half an hour of basking in the scorching sun with the two commanders, the Queen's horse caravan finally approached the city gates. Ryan put on his black gloves and bowed respectfully with Griffith, and saluted: "This city rejoices to see you again." Welcome back to the palace, Your Majesty. ”

The sweaty Frederick's expressionless horse stopped, and Empress Elena rode past him, extending the back of her smooth hand to her loyal Janissary commander: "Protect me, my friend." ”

Griffith and Ryan respectfully pinched the Empress's four fingers, kissed the back of her hand gently, then turned and mounted their horses, and rode into the city, and the rest of the Praetorian cavalry followed the surging into the city, and then slowed down, quickly formed an extraordinary guard of honor, and led His Majesty the Emperor to the Heroes' Avenue, to the Heroes' Square, where the most prominent nobles in the city, including the Grand Chancellor, the Central Bank Executive, Prince Sirisha, and civil and military officials, were waiting for the Holy Rider in the Heroes' Square.

Florian excitedly poked Frederick's arm and whispered under his visor: "That's my brother!"

Farragut also murmured beside him: "Damn, it's so magnificent, it's worthy of the royal family! I am willing to admit that Mingxing City is from the countryside." ”

Frederick envied the pomp and circumstance of the imperial capital, and at the same time despised the nobles of the imperial capital, muttering contemptuously: "What is it to kiss the back of the hand, the first kiss is mine." ”

Florian and Farragut were silent and speechless. But when the knights entered the city, Florian still muttered excitedly: "Your Highness, I will take you to see my brother, and I will definitely give you valuable advice." He's a very emotional person!"

The army rushed into the city, Frederick's William Knights were brightly armoured, Farragut's mounted spears pointed straight into the sky, and the blood-stained flamingo spear flags were so close that they scraped through the view of the ladies on the balcony, causing the crowd to press their chests with excitement and feel the bloody bravery that shook the heart.

Because behind Farragut, Field was riding with a riding gun and a fierce red dragon head, riding respectfully with Frederick. The size of the dragon's head, the hideous appearance, and the fierceness of the snake's eyes made many ladies who watched the excitement hide in the chests of their relatives with an "oops", and only dared to look at it secretly from their fingers.

Frederick rode quietly under the dragon's head, firmly carrying a two-meter giant sword on his back, and his short blue hair swayed with the bumps, which was particularly eye-catching. Eye-catching rumors spread quickly:

"Is that the Red Raptor? That blue-haired nobleman can actually hunt the Red Raptor?"

"Anyone who dares to provoke the bird dragon species will not end well!!!But look at that blue hair, since it is a member of the William family, it must be fearless!"

"That dragon head is so fierce, I bet it can be sold for 200 gold! Those nobles who dare not hunt even dream of hanging a fierce and unparalleled dragon head in the corridor! And the bigger the better!"

"How can he sell it? Look at him...... Look at his eyebrows and eyes, there is a kind of calmness in his eyes!" The girls who were lying on the balcony covered their mouths and slapped their friends, and their eyes were led away by Frederick: "He only has noble virtues in his heart, how can he be tempted by money!"

Filia led the dragoons to escort the fire dragon, and when she heard the chatter of the girls in the imperial capital, she lowered her eyes and sighed: "Stupid girl, you just haven't heard of the name of the Fortune Eagle. That man values gold more than life!"

She looked up at the elegant and well-behaved Frederick in front of her, and made a bet in her heart: "He will definitely sell that dragon head for an unprecedentedly high price!"

As soon as the dragoons entered the city, the huge fire dragon corpse caused a sensation, and the huge board handlebar could run four carriages in parallel with the wide avenue completely encroached, and even the Praetorian Guards were forced to squeeze behind them to let the fire dragon corpse pass.

Pierced by three cavalry spears, the dragon corpse was hideous, and the death was tragic, making people unable to imagine the fierceness of the battle.

Behind the dragon corpse, there was a row of shocking prisoner of war prisoner carts, one after another shoddy crosses swaying on the prisoner carts, and a corpse sprinkled with lime nailed to the cross, with the bumps, hanging their heads and trembling, so that the onlookers felt the force that swallowed the world.

Even though the Empress had left the sight of the citizens, the huge cold dragon corpse and the traitor on the cross who was about to dry made the citizens swallow in horror, and a trace of fear grew in their hearts, because they were too weak compared to these mighty corpses, and they did not want to join them.

The female emperor didn't say anything, but her back was 1,000 times taller, and the shadow of death was about to cast a shadow over the sky.

The overwhelming cheers made the majestic imperial capital boil and startled the birds in the garden in the distance. The petals of adoration were sprinkled all over the streets, accompanied by the screams and whistles of the maidens, bathing the two knights with glory and envy.

In the distance, on the Place des Heroes, Braischroeder listened sadly to the cheers of the foundations that were about to be torn off, and said to Prince Ferdinand, "You can manipulate the living, but His Majesty the Emperor knows how to use the dead." Those scary corpses were enough to make her decree tough for a while. Your Majesty is growing rapidly. ”

Braischroeder, the executive of the Habs Central Bank, firmly claimed that it was a public bank after controlling 80 percent of the central bank's shares, along with Oppenheimer and Roth Bank. He was draped in a piece of green silk that miraculously covered his whole body, and he didn't know how to roll it, and his arm had been habitually pressed against his left chest. He always wears a hat of different styles, and his face is sad.

"Isn't that a good thing to be happy about?" asked Prime Minister Clemson, looking back.

The prime minister retired from the military to a civilian official, retaining the iron-blooded style, although the uniform fabric was smooth and reflective, but there was no superfluous decoration, unlike Prince Ferdinand, the gold thread depicted on the clothes almost covered the background. But the Grand Chancellor was still at the forefront, stealing the best position to greet the Empress, and only the Grand Chancellor wore the blue blood lion ribbon diagonally.

The palatial Prince Ferdinand leisurely clasped his hands and puffed his chest and sighed, "This is a good thing to be gratifying. Breschroeder, why can't you stretch your brow?"

"This is the servant's brow, Your Royal Highness. Braischrood said sadly: "The duty of a servant is to fulfill the commission. Laughing servants are unreliable. ”

Prince Ferdinand nodded his index finger appreciatively and smiled at the Grand Chancellor: "You have a dutiful servant, Your Excellency the Prime Minister. This is the luck of your country. ”

Clemson glanced back at Braischroeder contemptuously and said vaguely, "yes." From the bottom of his heart, he looked down on the newly raised lowly capitalist, but he used him everywhere, and he felt disgusting to pick up a dead man's leg to defend himself.