Frederick could not hear the whispers of the two men, and waited anxiously under the scorching sun, sweating profusely. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Otto was directing the guards to clean up the blood stains on the ground, carry away the corpses, and restore order in the tavern, and was sweating profusely, when he looked up, he saw his brother standing in front of the royal carriage grinding and grinding, and suddenly became angry, gritted his teeth and squinted his eyes and thought: "Ma, I just inherited the family inheritance and went to tease my sister, but I was ordered to work, my brother is really a good person." "I already have a grudge in my heart.

At this time, three more dragoons in fiery armor came one after another, communicated with Filia for a while, stopped the corpse carried away by the city patrol guards, and began to lift the white cloth to check the death.

Lancelot and the three knights diligently helped Lady Mary clean up the tavern and wipe off the bloodstains, while longing with great ambition: "The earl's liver is already capable of producing divine radiation, and in time, he can also make the radiation value exceed 62 and become a qualified awakened knight, right?" Lancelot, do you say yes? I've seen people who barely reached awakening at the age of 20. ”

Lancelot frowned and wiped the table, consciously fulfilling the function of a valet, and pondered: "That woman's singing voice has the power to touch the soul, and His Royal Highness Frederick only broke through the limit in a state of 'resonance' and caused the liver to produce divine radiation. After all, His Highness has never been trained, and now he is in a hurry to practice martial arts, and it is a little reluctant to improve. ”

Raymond laughed, "I can't wait to see His Highness Frederick galloping through the wilderness." He must have looked a lot like Archduke William seven years ago. ”

At the mention of the missing duke, Jacob fell silent with a heavy heart. If the Duke had not disappeared, if he had still been stationed on the banks of the River Lane with the Ideal Emissary, perhaps the defensive line would not have collapsed, and perhaps the doom of the defeated country would not have loomed over the skies of Fort William.

No one answered Raymond's words for a while, and Raymond looked left and right in surprise for a while, and muttered knowingly: "Did I say the wrong thing again?" ”

Suddenly, a priest with beautiful white hair walked up to the bar, wiped his bloody hands with a tissue, and replied to Raymond with a smile: "Don't be sorry for being honest, child. It's not your fault that history will crush everything old and advance into a new era. ”

Only then did Raymond see the old priest and shouted heartily, "Father Yannick, have you returned from your trip?"

"Just a week after I came back, I ran into an errand to make a deathbed pardon for the dead body. The priest couldn't wipe the blood with a tissue, so he took the damp cloth handed by Madame Mary, nodded and said, "Thank you," and then looked at Raymond with a kind eyebrow and said, "Even if the knight of Sirisha is guilty, he should be forgiven by God before he dies." ”

Sheffield gritted his teeth and muttered, "Such an arrogant and domineering military nobleman also deserves to be forgiven?" If His Royal Highness Count Frederick had not executed him, perhaps I would have died under the flaming sword. ”

"God does not despise the filth of the world as garbage, and He forgives everyone. "Father Yannick patiently enlightened Sheffield with an amiable face.

By this time, Count Frederick had led the two noble girls back to the tavern, and waved to Madame Marie, "Three glasses of BH Royal Beer!" Then he accompanied Elaine, who looked calm, to the second floor.

Madame Mary pursed her lips and smiled, "The Earl is so popular." He turned around and picked up his beer.

Otto gritted his teeth and walked over, leaning against the oak bar, and bowed to the back of Count Frederick: "Will God forgive that person too?

As Otto closed his eyes and cursed, Lancelot only lowered his head and tried to wipe the table, pretending not to hear the Lord's complaints.

Father Yannick wiped the blood from his hands and calmly refrained.

"Hey, Lancelot," Otto heard the Count's laughter coming from upstairs, and the fire of jealousy burned brightly, and he could not hold back his command, "Go upstairs and urge the Count to go home." ”

"But Fort William doesn't have anything important. Lancelot wanted to hide.

"Let him go back to sword practice, familiarize himself with the weight and arc of the 'ideal messenger' as soon as possible, in short, as a sunny and motivated young man, he even has to use his sleeping time to practice his sword, how can he let beer murder his time and future!" Otto skillfully pushed Lancelot: "You can often tell this kind of thing to your subordinates! ”

Lancelot put down the tablecloth and went upstairs with anxiety, and saw Lily holding the wine glass, sucking it jerkyly, the Earl clapping her hands beside her, Elaine propped her chin and looked at Lily's first drink with melon seeds, and smiled dotingly. The picture is so harmonious that it's simply beautiful.

But Lancelot must drag the Count alive from this tender paradise to the world of misery.

"Well, Earl," said Lancelot, standing awkwardly at the top of the staircase, "Lord Otto has called you home to practice your sword. ”

"Don't you see I'm busy?" the Count didn't look back, but was busy talking to Elaine, but only reached out and waved his hand, signaling that you could go.

"Your Highness," Lancelot said, desperate, as he stood there and continued, "how can a sunny and enterprising young man who has to spend his sleep time practicing his sword to practice his sword?" ”

"One minute, sorry. The Count took a leave of absence from Elaine, then pushed away his chair, stood up angrily, walked murderously to Lancelot, grabbed the chief knight by the shoulder, affectionately pushed him into the shadows of the corner, and whispered unhappily, "Hey, do you know who the girl sitting there is?"

"Uh, who is it?" Lancelot was a little cramped by the earl's hook around his neck.

"Countess, that's your future countess, don't you see, that's the person your earl thinks about day and night, if I pursue failure, I will become unpredictable, it's a trivial matter to smash a cup and scold the butler, and I will find fault with you from time to time? That won't do you any good?" the Count intimidated Lancelot, whispering in a vicious manner.

"But, Lord Otto said......"

"I said Lancelot, are you loyal to me or to Otto?, and you can't have two preparations!" the Count continued to threaten.

Lancelot hurriedly waved his hands: "Lancelot is loyal to you alone!"

The Count was content to point to Elaine and show it to Lancelot: "That's right. Look, isn't she great?"

Lancelot glanced at it and saw that Elaine was peeling off the grape and handing it to Lily's mouth, and her faint smile made Lancelot flutter, and even her metabolism sped up.

"Great!" Lancelot was circling in. He said earnestly, thumbs up.