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The fox hunt was arranged in the forest on the outskirts, and there was still some distance from the White Rose City. www.biquge.info In addition to holding banquets day and night, the traditional imperial aristocratic men in Nanling only have such a small hunting activity to pass the time.

However, for the first heir of Count Caryophyllus, Bernard Azibert, such hunting activities were not to his liking, and it was more suitable for his weak body soaked in wine and flesh in the high-ranking clubhouse of the Yulie district to hold a woman and drink all day.

However, because of the existence of a certain man, he had to mention his father's worries, and he was in vain with the hateful little white face from Ross Anfil's family in front of him.

"I really want to slap this guy on the smirking little white face......" Bernard couldn't help but think to himself.

And Bernard didn't know that Irett, who was riding a unicorn and walking side by side with him, had a similar idea in his mind at this time: "Bastard...... What's the weird smell of this sissy...... Did he pour all the perfume he could muster!?"

Franriel, who had reverted to her men's attire, rode a brown pony after the two, and she was a little surprised to see the two riding side by side in front of them talking and laughing hypocritically. There is a saying in the circle of the imperial aristocracy, reach out and don't hit the smiling person, wait until the back to stab the knife. Pure masters like Archduke Feldnan are still a minority in the empire after all.

"Speaking of which, it's really thanks to Rothian......" Bernard's face was unhealthily pale, his two eye circles were dark and deep, and when he smiled, the half-yellow teeth that had not been brushed for many years were neatly exposed, not to mention how disgusting it was.

"It's Hogan, Sir Bernard. Irette quietly corrected the mistake in the lower Bernard's title.

“...... Well, Mr. Hogan......" The corners of Bernard's mouth twitched slightly, and his heart was very entangled, and he cursed in his heart for Erret's strange evil taste—although he knew that Errett was actually a prince, but the others did not, that he was the heir of the Earl of Flowers, and that he was playing with a crooked florist...... People who knew him saw him like this and said that he had been reduced to the point that it was good to mess with mud legs!

Holding back the discomfort in his heart, Bernard finally finished the sentence: "Thanks to you, Mr. Hogan, I got Evan Ian's true face, so I don't have to worry that he will lose his real body when the time comes, and he will escape our attack by pretending to be fake death with a stand-in." ”

"Well, I'm sure of it myself, but just in case, I think it's best for you to check through other channels. Eritt resisted the sour smell of the rich flavor in Benard's mouth, and felt that talking to Benard was a kind of torture to him.

He couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic for the several encounters with Evan Ian, the refreshing scent of silver roses, mixed with a faint scent of soaphorn, so refreshing and unique that even if he passed by the shoulders, he could imprint that fragrance deeply in his mind.

"This one will definitely be. Bernard looked up a little arrogantly, "Actually, we've already bought off a subordinate of the Duke's Palace, so while I'm grateful for your help, even if you don't do anything else, we can get the portrait of Evanian." ”

Irette smiled and didn't speak, a subordinate?presumably taking advantage of this church attack to sneak in, not to mention whether he could see Evan Ian himself, with that kind of inferior painting skills, can he compare with the princely heir who was cultivated by his aristocratic education?

Although in painting, compared to the "painter" guy, Irette can simply admit that he is ashamed, but others ...... Hehe.

However, although he thought so in his heart, the education that Irette had received over the years had done a good job of hiding this kind of heart.

"But while my father and the other adults of the Crescent Moon are very satisfied with this side matter, as far as I have heard, my father and they are somewhat dissatisfied with the weapons you have provided them. ”

Seeing that Irette didn't refute, Bernard changed the subject with satisfaction, and his expression suddenly became a little sinister: "I've heard that they all think that if it weren't for the 'desert trolls that even truth-level mages can't handle' that you provide, we would have been vulnerable in the hands of those hateful, sinister black-haired father and son, and in that attack, we would have assassinated them with only a few guards around us in that attack." ”

Hearing Benard's words, the corners of Erit's mouth twitched, he was in the crowd in the cemetery when the troll attacked. But before that, he had done his best to stop Count Caryophyllus's whimsical attack plan. Not to mention Evan Ian, even if the combat power of the Black Rose near election officials around Feldnan at that time was incredibly small compared to usual, but Feldenan alone was enough to beat that adult troll into a meatloaf.

However, the organization of "New Moon" sounds good, that is, its ambition is commendable, and to put it mildly, it is a group of Nanling nobles who can't figure out the situation, and they plan to fight to the death with the Grand Duke of Silver Rose with just a grudge that is difficult to swallow. Although by chance, many forces in Nanling that have been planning against the Silver Rose family for a long time, intentionally or unintentionally, have come together through their gang of foolish worms and formed a rather huge force, but they still can't change the fact that -

The leadership of the "New Moon" and the best scapegoat in the hearts of several other parties is actually a bunch of swill teasers.

So for such a rabble with ghosts under him and stupid rampant above, how far Evan Ian could do in the face of the remnants of the South Ridge Party, Irette didn't have much confidence from the beginning.

And in the face of Bernard's rather unreasonable accusations, Irette didn't know how to answer for a while, but fortunately, someone next to him helped him at this time-

"Don't be stupid, eldest son of the Aceibert family. "The person who spoke was one of several Southridge forces with different intentions, the representative of the army, the commander of the Southridge Branch of the Imperial Tooth Hunter Dragon Knights, Kesim Mansdick. This is an old man in his thirties with a scar on his face, more than ten years ago he was a fierce general in the Imperial Southridge Legion, so for Ferdinand's horror, he had the honor to see it with his own eyes on the battlefield, so he was not as clueless as the teasing of Count Shizhu's family, "That plan was not feasible from the beginning, let alone the son of the Ian family, as long as the Grand Duke of Ferdinand was present, it was impossible to give you any chance to hurt Ian Son." ”

"Being able to test Sir Evanian's true strength in advance with a troll and not being caught off guard by this accident is already a surprise. Kesim's final assessment was also very pertinent.

However, Bernard suddenly showed a smile: "But this is the biggest problem!"

Seeing his smile, Aarette frowned, and Bernard's smile made him feel that he had already anticipated Kesim's answer, "Young Master Hogan originally said 'a desert troll that even a mage of truth can't handle'? ”

The man named by Bernard had long red hair like flames, and the corners of his lips were pursed like knives. Hearing Benard's voice at this time, he only raised the corners of his eyebrows and glanced at Bernard indifferently.

Bernard was glanced at by those red pupils, and his back suddenly cooled, and he couldn't help but remember. Now that he has not officially inherited the title, the noble mage named Adair in front of him is the person with the highest title in the group. So it stands to reason that Bernard, who is still just a knight, is not qualified to call him around like this.

However, after glancing at Benard, Adair didn't say anything about Benard's faux pas, and of course he didn't give Benard any face: "It's true that Evan Ian didn't cross that threshold, but if he doesn't have truth-level strength, then even a stupid pig will laugh." ”

"Stupid pig......" Bernard froze.

"That magic reaction on his body is definitely at the same level as my teacher. For a moment, a deep fear crossed Adair's eyes, "Our Mage Guild hasn't figured out exactly how he got that magic power, but with the blessing of that terrifying magic comparable to that high-level mage of truth, even spells below the truth can exert a strength comparable to truth-level spells in his hands." ”

"Truth-level spells are characterized by their subtlety, incredibly incredible, and capable of doing things that ordinary spells cannot, but beyond that, when it comes to pure destructive power, they are often less powerful than those simple and crude spells. ”

"Before him, I hadn't seen a mage who could overpower the Flame Explosion Technique to that extent. Adair said lightly, "Mages with his magical powers tend to choose the more powerful Yang Flame Blast. ”

"So what about that...... Could it be that Evan Ian, that guy, actually has the same high-level spell ability as the truth!?" Bernard, who originally wanted to stabilize his side's position in the "Crescent" by intimidating others, was already frightened by the words that came out of Adair's mouth, "The mage of the high level of truth...... How could that be something we could kill......

"Hmph......" Adair glanced at Bernard coldly, a trace of deep disdain crossed his eyes, if it wasn't for the fact that someone had to take on the role of this leader, how could they, the noble mages and the Southridge military department represented by Kesim, let this group of uneducated and unskilled waste nobles climb on their heads, "I said, he is just a super high level who has not stepped on the truth, and our mage guild has studied him thoroughly." He had no magical power, but he was so rough in the theory of magic that he had no chance of stepping on the truth. And no matter how super the Flame Explosion Technique is, it is not a Yang Flame Explosion, and he may have the power of the first level of truth, but as long as he has not stepped on the truth, no matter how high the magic power is, he is just a super high-level pseudo-truth mage. ”

"As long as we give our Mage Guild a chance, and don't even need my teacher, Master Arut, to take action, I alone will be enough to kill him. ”

Adair held his head high, and the gray robe on his body rolled and tumbled under the influence of magic, showing his dignity and strength as a noble mage.

Irette glanced at him, but didn't speak.

A chance......

But the biggest problem is this opportunity...... Sir Evanian: Will he really give you this chance?

Well...... But it doesn't have much to do with him.

In addition to pushing these people to curry favor with His Majesty the Emperor, and casually saying that this year's Prince's Mansion is still honest and does not form a party with any big nobles, he just intends to come and be a bystander, standing in the nearest place to the scene, waving the flag and shouting for his admirers.

It's just that Evangel's side is strictly guarded, and he can't find a chance to get in, so he plans to have a few close encounters with his idol by supporting Evangel's enemies.

To put it simply, in other words, Irett, a-stirring stick, is really just a brainless star-chaser......

ps: I've been holding back this title for a long time......

Something that had already been thought of when the character of Irette was written233

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