Section 7: What a Big Tree (II

Prince Pfister is the sole heir of the Silver Coast, the prince is surnamed Connorrius and belongs to the Aldrich branch of the royal family, and the prince must know that he is Townsend Quelsa, a junior anomaly, and the great leader of the Thorn Rose...... Moreover, he must have been following him, and he must have watched the battle just now!

The above is the situation that Townsend determined.

However, there are a few other important things that Townsend can't be sure of—does he know that he is the Prince of the Black-streaked Night Stalker?

Pfister chose this time to meet with him, definitely wanting to do something. The Dawn Council factor can be ruled out, and the bald heads just coincide with the meeting.

But no matter how frustrated he is, he is also a prince, a big man who does not choose to be a big man, and he takes the risk of throwing his head away, just to meet the leader of the xiǎo forces? The routine of the official, the prince can't be allowed to do big things, do you want to be humble?

Thinking about it this way, the prince's intention can only come from other sources. On the surface, Thorn Rose and herself are both at peace, not posing a threat to him or throwing themselves into the arms of the old faction. There was no injustice in the past, and there is no enmity in the near future, and the prince has no reason to find trouble.

If Prince Pfister hadn't come to trouble him, then we wouldn't be enemies, and of course, we wouldn't be friends. Townsend and the prince are now probably in a state of painful, not entirely unfamiliar strangers......

It was difficult to try to change the relationship, as there was a huge gulf between Townsend and the Prince. Not to mention anything else, the identity difference between the two sides is so big, and a single opening sentence makes Townsend very nerve-wracking, but he must find a topic to test, otherwise he will not be able to verify those uncertain things.

The prince himself sent the mén, which can be said to be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Townsend decided to seize the opportunity, so he quickly came up with a trick: he couldn't compare his high-end background with Prince Pfister, and he had to keep a relatively low-key posture.

So, Townsend decided to simplify the complex, first show a simple and loyal face, and speak straightforwardly.

"You...... Who is it?"

Townsend had some caution in his gaze, but there was no hostility in his tone. In fact, Townsend's sentence is full of language art, and the language extension of the word "you" and the end of the last word "ah" all add some soft atmosphere to the scene......

That's right, this trick is called selling cute.

"I'm sorry, though this may be unpleasant to you," Prince Pfister said in a soft tone, the silver knife in his hand pulling a natural bolàng-shaped line on the branch, "But irrefutably, I am your king." ”

"What?" After a brief moment of surprise, Townsend's face became very serious: "Who do you say you are?!"

"I'm Pfister. The masked man replied to Townsend serenely: "It's your king." ”

"Hun account!" Townsend let out a low roar, he raised his hand and pointed a sword at the head of the hundan, "You dare to pretend to be Your Highness!"

The xiǎo silver knife in Prince Pfister's hand was raised, and the slender tip of the blade matched the tip of Townsend's sword.

The crisp sound of "Ding!" is very subtle, but extremely penetrating!

The sound of the collision was heard clearly by the people in the entire mountain col. The bald heads gathered under the watchtower looked up, only to see the wild air flow rushing out from the top of the watchtower, and the cracks in the masonry were blown out of the dust by the invisible force, rolled into a large ball, and drifted out with the mountain wind......

"Now I don't know how hard to work hard, I'm afraid it's a little late!" The unknown steppe black eagle snorted coldly, and commented contemptuously: "I want to pick up a bargain from us, unless the solar energy is extinguished by the sea! Hey, hun eggs, spices and spices are smoothed out for me, and that hoof is also mine!"

The sarcasm reached the watchtower, and Townsend heard it clearly, but he didn't have the heart to pay attention to it, because he was in big trouble!

Cracks like cobwebs were spreading on the one-handed sword he was holding, and the steel body of the sword was like thawing ice, which soon cracked, and pieces of metal fell to the ground. In Prince Pfister's hand, the silver knife that was not sharp was unusual, and he even began to carve branches again, with a calm and gentle temperament.

It was as if what he had just blocked was not a sword that could kill, but a straw stick that he used to tickle.

But these were not the main reasons for Townsend's shock, the loss of a sword was just that he was not a hillbilly. He has seen a lot of the so-called master's demeanor, and he has seen a lot of more gorgeous scenes than this, and it is not worth his nervousness.

What attracted him and shocked him was a sight that ordinary people could not see!

At the moment when the tip of the sword collided with the tip of the sword, Townsend saw Pfister's array of powers, which were a shocking and inexplicable array of powers!

A dense tree with a height of 20 meters and a canopy of 50 meters in circumference, composed entirely of crystallized alien energy!

The round trunk of the tree grew from behind Pfister, straight upwards like a pillar, and at a distance of more than ten meters from the leader of Pfister, the linear crystallization power gradually changed its face, dividing into branches, branches, and leaves.

Unlike the almost transparent trunk, the branch leaves come in a variety of colors and shapes. The leaves alone are fan-shaped, star-shaped, needle-shaped, scaly, palm-shaped, and heart-shaped, and the faces are crimson, verdant, blue, tender green, silver-white, orange-yellow, ivory-white, and inky black......

The respective branches of these very different leaves are sparse and reserved, dense and warm, stretched out, or upside down, but on the whole, they are integrated and do not give people a sense of disobedience.

Townsend even saw the veins on those large leaves, and with the convenience of his keen eye, he found that these veins were actually carved with rune lines - the branch that Pfister was holding in his hand should have been taken from this tree, and the shape of Yan Sè matched, but this was a condensation of supernatural energy, how could he carve it in his hand?

Could it be that the amount of supernatural ability can be concretized to a certain extent?

While secretly marveling, Townsend had already come to the conclusion that Prince Pfister's abilities were many, much stronger than his own. His array of abilities is so vast and complex, extremely luxurious, it must have a lot of origin, and it is also very valuable for research...... This hun egg was an old demon in Montenegro in his last life, right? Will it be a plus to call him "grandma"?

The appearance of the whole tree was only visible for a moment, and it had already given Townsend too many thoughts and thorns.

Townsend was stunned for a long time, and in order to hide the truth, his eyes were not focused at all. So much so that Prince Pfister, who was in silence, was a little surprised, so he raised his head and looked at him.

Although he was a prince, he hadn't seen many weirdos.

"Asserting one's dignity is an act of bravery. However, the habit of drawing swords against each other when they disagree is not worth advocating. Somehow, the corners of the prince's mouth pulled down a little: "Townsend, Quelsa, you shouldn't be so reckless. ”

"The situation is compelling, and we can't pay too much attention to etiquette. Townsend finally fished himself out of the shock, and with a feeling of weakness, he replied to the prince with a calm demeanor: "Actually, my xing personality is very malleable, and maybe as long as I leave this place, I will return to my optimistic nature." ”

Shock is shock, low-key is low-key, but Townsend has no stage fright, there is nothing in this world that can make him soft.

"And this kind of saying, be optimistic, wait until you can get out alive. Townsend said freely, and Prince Pfister didn't care about his faux pas: "Being blocked in the mountains by more than 200 people, your situation is a little bad." ”

"At least not yet. Townsend snorted coldly: "It's respectful, your behavior of going to the guard tower is not worth advocating, right?"

"This is my family's watchtower, my family paid for it to be repaired, if I want to come, I can do it at any time. Prince Pfister said, "After all, this col is the tacit dividing line between the Silver Coast and the Council of Dawn, and the ownership of the watchtower is still in my name. ”

"No wonder they chose to do it here, it turns out that there is a reason in it. Townsend found a stone to sit down on opposite the prince, and kept a considerable distance from the prince: "The Council of Dawn is so rampant, doesn't the Silver Coast intend to preside over justice?"

Townsend said this, as if he had recognized the identity of Prince Pfister.

"Everyone's justice is different, and I'm not sure your justice is common sense at this time. Prince Pfister looked up and looked at Townsend with a calm and palpitating look: "For example, now, although there are many of them, the initiative is with you. ”

"Hundreds of people are around me, and the initiative is still in my hands?" Townsend was noncommittal: "You're really kidding." ”

"Since you can unlock the Hall of Dreams, since you can slaughter the Gulfstream Meeting, it's not a problem to rush out of here. The prince, who spoke in a calm tone, uncovered Townsend's old bottom: "Am I right?

"What kind of night owl?" Townsend asked, widening his eyes, "I recognized the wrong person!"

"Although there are many inconveniences in wearing this mask, its benefits are also obvious, one of which is that it can remember the aura of the Miracle Master, so there is no need to defend the Celestial Commander," Fei + Passion Prince Sturt said, "I have remembered you since you threw me the octagonal gold coin." ”

Townsend was silent, just looked at the prince with a little surprise.

"You fought below just now, although you used an ordinary long sword, but no matter the technique and details, it is quite consistent with the mysterious samurai who killed people in the tent area that night, especially the style of the last sword, it is simply the same, this cannot be pretended. Prince Pfister added, "So you need no excuse on this point." ”

"Your Royal Highness, you can't wronged anyone. A faint smile appeared on Towngson's face: "Presumably Your Highness knows that the so-called evidence you have seen with your own eyes is actually the most untrustworthy. ”

Townsend was smiling, hearty and sincere.

Pfister found a killing intent in this smile!

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