"Interesting, can you lend me your sword? Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Although he said that he would borrow, Birmingham didn't even have a chance to refute, he only felt that the sword master in front of him moved his fingers slightly, and the long sword on his waist had already fallen into her hand.

Birmingham's heart tightened, Tina and Xiao Ali were also a little nervous looking at the legend of the Megatron Continent in front of them, the small movements of the three were naturally seen clearly by the sword saint Simmel, but she still raised Birmingham's long sword by herself, some rough white cloth tightly wrapped the sword body of the long sword, and the hilt was also made of the same style as the ordinary standard long sword, but I don't know why, when the sword saint Simmel saw this long sword, he actually had a sense of crisis in his heart, but he had never been in a situation since he became a sword master。

With a slight force in his hand, the white cloth wrapped in the long sword turned into dusty pieces in an instant, and the sharp sword body of the long sword was exposed to Simmel's eyes, ignoring the incomprehensible stickman mark on the long sword, this sword is enough to be called first-class, of course, Simmel's so-called first-class is only as a forging skill, without any enchantment and the blessing of legendary items This sword can only be regarded as a sword with iron as clay, not a divine weapon, as for the sword spirit in the sword, it is just a very common thing, as a pan-continent with a very developed soul industry, even because of the goddess, the soul doctrine has been suppressed to a certain extentBut since the dragon smashed the Celestial Tree, the communication between the Celestial Realm and the mortal world has become more difficult, and those soul doctrines that were once regarded as taboo have begun to revive again, and even have a tendency to flourish.

The three of them looked at this short little girl a little nervously, no one could imagine what kind of powerful power was hidden in such a body, until the Sword Saint Simmel swept the whole body of the long sword very carefully, and then returned the long sword to Birmingham with some disappointment.

"No interest, little Flona, let's go to the tea party, I think it's more interesting there. Sword Saint Simmel's interest quickly turned back to Frona's body, looking at the Sword Saint with a curious baby's face, Frona couldn't bear to refuse, and reluctantly agreed to her.

Frona's nod obviously made the Sword Saint Simmel a little excited, and he took Frona's hand and walked towards his carriage.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, I have my own carriage, don't bother. Flora shouted anxiously, but the Sword Saint Simmel completely left Frona's proposal behind, or she didn't hear it at all, in the shocked eyes of Birmingham and others, Flora didn't even have a chance to resist, and was directly thrown into her carriage by the Sword Saint Simmel, although she couldn't see what was going on inside, but the violently shaking carriage still couldn't help but make Birmingham a little imagines, until the Sword Saint Simmel showed his head from the carriage with a satisfied face, and beckoned to Birmingham and the others with great disgust, and the unmanned carriage began to move slowly。

The two horses snorted loudly, then turned and left, and the wheels behind them began to turn, and in the blink of an eye, the carriage of the Sword Saint Simmel was out of everyone's sight.

I don't know if it's an illusion, I always feel that the carriage seems to be shaking even more, and I faintly hear the sad cry of Frona's deer, illusion, you see that Frona's old coachman thinks that he thinks it is an illusion and re-invites a few people to sit in the carriage, and then it is as if nothing has happened, as for why the eldest lady of his family is missing, the coachman said that it is all a trivial matter.

Hey, the eldest lady is in a big crisis of chastity, and it's still a trivial matter, could it be that you are a spy sent by other nobles, although the coachman's indifference is worth complaining about, but Birmingham's slots at the moment are obviously on his own undisciplined sword spirit.

"I'm going, it's too emotional, hey, a great sword saint's rape, it's so cool. Hey, God. “

Undisciplined is worthy of undisciplined, in the face of the pressure of the Sword Saint, it can still be converted into pleasure, this mentality, Birmingham is ashamed, and Tina on the side is already thinking about how to clean up this unscrupulous heirloom, I'm sorry, master, I always thought you were a pervert and I was wrong, it turned out that this was the culprit.

Regardless of what kind of prejudice Tina had against herself, Birmingham now cares more about the destination of their trip, this tea party of His Majesty King Betley, I don't know if it is because Birmingham is suspicious, I always feel that since the appearance of the Sword Master here, the atmosphere in the air has begun to be a little depressed, although sitting in the carriage, but the scenery outside the window makes Birmingham a little anxious, because not only the number of soldiers patrolling around is increasing, but also there are some more black robes among these soldiers.

Magicians, this powerful profession also appears more and more frequently in the patrol team, and the closer to the destination, the more these magicians are, and the higher the grade, the magic elements condensed in the air can even be peeked into by the layman of Birmingham, the original monotonous sky has become colorful at the moment, from Birmingham's point of view, like a colorful canvas shrouded in the top of everyone's heads, Birmingham will not be naïve to think that this is His Majesty's welcome ceremony, because it can be seen from Little Ellie's frowning brow that this colorful canvas covering the sky is composed of free magical elements in the bodies of many magicians。

And just when Birmingham was secretly worried about the condensation of so many magical elements here, an even more unexpected person walked under Birmingham's eyes without warning, the banners of swords and shields fluttered in the air, the disciplined elite guards were neatly aligned, and the coachman who was like an alchemical creature, yes, the carriage of Viscount Jester of the town of Hleiin was like a ghost, close to Birmingham's carriage, the two carriages walked side by side, and through the lifted curtains, the snow-white eyes of the black-robed woman appeared in Birmingham's eyes again。

Birmingham's stunned expression was clearly visible in the snowy eyes, the black-robed woman seemed to have pulled the carriage over specifically for Birmingham, seeing Birmingham's stunned expression, the thin corners of her lips hooked up a smile, and then her carriage stopped suddenly, and the terrifying eyes left Birmingham's field of vision, and her carriage fell behind Birmingham's carriage again, after all, no matter how a viscount's carriage could not be parallel to the carriage of the Grand Duke of Violet.

Unable to see Viscount Jester's carriage, Birmingham instead felt a chill, feeling that in the corner where he couldn't see, the woman was staring at him with her snow-white eyes, this feeling Even if Birmingham was at the junction of spring and summer, the warm temperature still couldn't hide the chill in Birmingham's bones. The chill couldn't stop flowing out of the cracks in the bones.

In Birmingham's ice-like experience, the carriage driven by Old John finally arrived at their destination, the most luxurious place in Yasar, the back garden of His Majesty King Betley, the Bee Garden.