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Far away in the garden of the palace in Paris, a mercury ball suddenly appeared, and spit out a woman in a divine robe. The woman fell on the grass www.biquge.info grasped the rich vines with her left hand, and held the dagger tightly in her arms with her right hand, and when she looked up at the familiar scene, she cried bitterly.

"Xiaoqian, indulging in love is also a kind of selfishness. If you had chosen to kill the Prophet in the first place, causing the Tower of the Relic to collapse and bury the clergy alive, the Great War would not have happened. "The old gods reproached.

"I ...... I'll never see him again......" Xiao Qian lowered her head and wiped her tears, whimpering and hugging the dagger: "If it weren't for the power of this dagger, I would ...... I was killed by his own hands...... I'm so stupid......"

"Daggers are powerful?" muttered the old god.

"You...... You're amazing...... You protected me with your strength, allowing the air to bounce off his sword. Xiao Qian cried so much that she was grateful to the life-saving benefactor: "I see all this in my eyes and remember it in my heart...... When he wants to kill me, only you will save me...... Thank you. ”

Xiao Qian was drawn by Frederick, because he was heartbroken, so he was more grateful for the righteousness of the life-saving benefactor, and the crying pear blossom brought rain to remember to say thank you.

The Old God was awkwardly silent for a second, and then whispered, "To correct it a little, you didn't get to the point, and you have to thank me like this, that is, I distorted the space to buy you time to escape despite postponing the recovery date." The factual version is just that. ”

"That'...... Aren't they all the same...... Anyway, you saved me......" Xiao Qian thinks that the ancient gods have a spiritual cleanliness fetish.

"I mean," the old god continued, and said sternly, "I didn't bless the dagger with any divine power at all, and I didn't use any air barriers to protect you. I'm not that good at the moment. The amount of computation in the warp space was overwhelming, so I ignored you at the time. Frederick's sword was bounced off, and it had nothing to do with me. ”

Xiao Qian was dumbfounded, and forgot to wipe her tears: "What is that that flicked Frederick's sword away?

"How do I know? Probably your master is a psychopath. The ancient god was disdainful and snorted softly: "He is like an actor, sweating profusely." Probably jumping up and down and swinging his sword was his way of saying goodbye? I didn't bother to pay attention to him anyway. ”

Xiao Qian has a kind of ecstasy of being held on the surface of the sea by a life jacket, as if he has survived drowning, and his life has rekindled hope, and the joy in his chest explodes like a champagne bubble shaken out, and he can't wait to blow out, shouting at others: "Master's dead tsundere! He keeps saying that he wants to kill me, but he is reluctant to let me die! Isn't that right? Isn't that so? No wonder he shows a sad expression in the end! Even if I mess around, he likes me!"

She desperately covered her mouth and nose, and burst into laughter, suffocating more than when she cried, almost happy to the point of lack of oxygen: "How did he do it? Obviously cut it down so hard, but it was bounced away so realistically, and the words he said turned out to be literal!"

The alarmed royal guards surrounded him with rifles, but Xiao Qian turned a deaf ear and slapped the grass like a child.

The old god muttered in annoyance, "It's better for me to remain silent...... Why can't I hide a little bit of the truth?"

Xiao Qian was still holding her hot face, immersed in the master's words, remembering Frederick's parting sentence "I can't help it", she actually held her face and closed her eyes and lowered her head as if she had been proposed. The whole person is immersed in the sweetness of fantasy.

"Hey, why don't we break the contract and turn you into a bubble. The old god grumbled solemnly. She saw that her followers were addicted to fantasies and couldn't extricate themselves, and she was vaguely jealous.

"Don't! I'm sorry, I'll work hard in Paris! I can be a spy, shoot a recruitment poster, and do a volunteer performance!"

"Tell me about Isaac's Tower of the Relic. "The old gods asked.

"......" Xiao Qian thought to herself, only this thing can't, and the thing that promised the master to keep it secret must be done. It was not easy to be liked, and I am afraid that leaking the secret will really anger Frederick.

"Who are you?!" the royal guards gathered around.

Xiao Qian stood up, pulled the blonde hair across his face to his ears, and restrained all his expressions: "Report to your emperor, the person who subdued the two provinces for him has returned." ”

As she was surrounded by guards, the Old God muttered tiredly, "I need a nap to regain my squandered power." You go and negotiate with the emperor. Remember, your survival depends on your contributions. Laziness doesn't end well. ”

"Okay. Xiao Qian was determined to work hard. Compared with the boring and boring state of life in the past, the world now has more things to be nostalgic for.

Soon, the guard of honor was set up and the emperor was invited. Xiao Qian followed the guards into the palace fort.

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"I'm sorry, I thought she wouldn't ......escape," Frederick repeated to the Eternal Prophet.

Eighteen Templar monks were killed and twenty-two were seriously wounded. As the bodies were being carried out on stretchers, the Eternal Prophet kept making a cross on his chest.

"We were lucky that the evil god escaped, which means that she hasn't really recovered, and that we forced her to use misleading spells to delay her recovery. The Eternal Prophet kindly patted Frederick on the shoulder: "You fought hard, and there is no need to apologize." ”

The kindness of the eternal prophet made Frederick feel guilty. As he shook his head and sighed, he suddenly heard a sharp sneer:

"There are no sparks in the exchange of blades, and there is only a crisp sound when the dagger is slashed, obviously retracting the force in advance, and showing people in the acting. Young man, it's okay to deceive honest people, you want to deceive me? Your acting skills are exaggerated, right? Fool!"

Frederick turned his head sharply and saw a naked man stepping out of the hibernation pod, standing weakly hunched over, but shouting arrogantly, and his cold expression made people burst into flames.

The Eternal Prophet stepped forward to mediate: "Chief Clerk, this young man is the head of the Knights Templar, a collaborator of the Holy See, and the president of the South German states. ”

The resuscitated man sneered weakly and whined, "I don't know what you've done." A bunch of nouns, I don't understand either. ”

The Eternal Prophet smiled slightly, as if he missed the grumpy section chief in his memory. Then he explained in strange language: "This young man is our partner, covering the sky with one hand, and he is in a high position. ”

The resuscitated man was silent for a second, and when he turned his face, it was already solemn and serious, and he even shook off his wet hand before handing it over to Frederick to shake it, and at the same time spoke in pure Latin: "I hope you understand my language." My name is Vincent, and I'm the old man's immediate superior, and I have a lot of skills that he hasn't dabbled in. You've just recovered, your brain is messy, your muscles are weak, and you laugh. You can call me the head of the literary department. ”

The thin body of the chief of the school is still dripping, but he can talk properly naked, and he advances and retreats freely, which is amazing.

The Eternal Prophet was not upset, and couldn't wait to reminisce with the head of the Wen Division: "I can only vaguely remember that you have a bad temper, but I didn't expect you to emphasize that you are my superior as soon as you wake up. As he spoke, he took off his robe and put it on for Chief Wen.

The head of the school stroked his curly blonde hair, then crossed his waist to look at the Eternal Prophet, narrowing his eyes critically: "You have aged like this...... If you don't call me section chief, I won't recognize you. ”

The Eternal Prophet laughed, raised his cane, and hoarsely commended himself: "You have always despised my profession, but I will prove that you all need my contribution. Come, get dressed, we have a lot more to tell you. ”

The head of the department glanced at Frederick with a smile, and then glanced at the solemn Templar monks, with a familiar and calm face: "I have seen the unparalleled warrior, and I have seen the heroic president. Most importantly, we are all friends. What else do I need to know? That's it. ”

Frederick must admit that even though this head of the literary department has been asleep for a long time, his keen thinking and sophisticated skills are still in peak condition. After the cynicism, the head of the section was able to stir up the atmosphere with ease, making everyone happy, worthy of being the elite of the dark human race.

But Frederick also heard it, and when the head of the literary section introduced himself, he deliberately emphasized his status: first, directly to his superiors. Second, they have a technology that even the old prophets have not dabbled in.

It can be seen that this section leader is very shrewd, he will step on others in hearty laughter and show himself, not only left and right, but also without a word of nonsense.

This method of communication is very effective. Because Frederick rushed to the two keywords "superior" and "technology", he would lower his profile and seek cooperation. If Frederick was a qualified politician.

This is the second dark human to awaken, Chief Wen. Despite his modest appearance, he was able to make Frederick remember his voice for two or three rounds, and he was too interested to ignore.

"You're right," Frederick said, holding his sword in his left hand and holding his right hand at him, "we are friends." ”

"What an offense just now. After all, beauty is like jade, and she can't bear to destroy flowers with her hands. I have understood Your Excellency's good intentions. I hope your Excellency understands my straightforwardness. Before cooperating, Director Wen insisted on eliminating the previous grievances between the two.

What else could Frederick say, the other side sued for peace. And he hates the topic and needs to jump over quickly.

"Only by understanding each other can we work together. Frederick quickly changed the subject: "Go to church and talk." Please. ”

"Please. "The head of the literary section is at ease, and he is satisfied with the performance of gentleness and frugality.