"Hell, sooner or later we're going to be going to hell, why don't we squander the last of our energy and cultivate as many women as we can before we go to hell, and instead we want to attend this damn meeting? Oh, yes, I heard that our poor little count is paralyzed, and it seems that the upper body creates desires, but the lower half of the body is not able to vent it, and it does lead people to the path of deformity and distortion, the Lord is cruel, how miserable our poor little count will be in hell, he can no longer even recall the peak pleasure that only a creature like a woman can bring. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Alfred Conference Hall.

There were no round tables for the conference, and the rough layout of the conference hall was only horizontally arranged on the left and right sides of more than 30 small long tables, and all kinds of fruits, food, alese, and wine were piled up on the tables, which looked more like a meeting of barbarians, and it was difficult to imagine that this would be a decent and noble aristocratic meeting.

Fortunately on the left side, in the end sat Alfred's branch side and other old nobles, although the conditions are simple, but at least the nobles can maintain the surface of the neat, the table is placed with fruit-based food, with bright red wine, which is decent, and the right side is more terrifying, completely meat as the main theme, except for the wild boar shoulder is the porcupine trotters, plus the long table spilled ale, it is simply full of devastation.

But this is actually understandable, just like Sir Andrew of Huron City who was sitting on the right and complaining rudely, he used to be just an adventurer who went in and out of the Siberian taiga to hunt for a living, but in a conflict between civilians and the city lord's escort in Huron City, he with level 4 fighting strength accidentally got the flattery of the goddess of fate, and happened to be witnessed by Count Alfred, who passed by Huron at that time, so he was given the title of knight and entered the ranks of nobles, so if you have to ask a pseudo-nobleman like Andrew to maintain the so-called decency and gentleman, it is not only cruel, it is cruel at all。

"Andrew, have you forgotten that everything you have is given by Alfred?"

Baron Rudolph of De Hecheng, who was sitting opposite Andrew and other pseudo-nobles, frowned and spoke, their descendants of Alfred have always been disgusted with the group of vulgar people who tarnished the titles of the nobles opposite, but Count Alfred's proposal to absorb some people with fighting power for Alfred was indeed reasonable, and they reluctantly accepted it.

"Oh, and do I have to be grateful to Alfred for their bounty, and thank them for letting me finish off with the damned city of Huron when the lich is coming?"

Andrew disdained sarcasm, he also looked down on the nobles across from him, in his opinion, the so-called nobles were a group of sissies who only had male characteristics in women's beds, and the reason why he did not refuse Alfred's solicitation in the first place was entirely because of the extra income brought by the title of nobility and the large number of women.

I'm sorry, but Andrew, who has struggled to survive since he was a child, really doesn't know how to spell the word gratitude.

Baron Rudolph frowned and didn't say anything more, as if he felt that Andrew was not worthy of talking to him, but in fact, considering that Andrew's vicious words to Alfred's heir did not attract much criticism in itself, it only meant that even Rudolph, Alfred's descendants, felt that Andrew's foul words had some truth - and indeed, anyway, it was about to perish, and the meeting was necessary?

This should be the thinking of the vast majority of people in the conference hall.

But of course, there are also people who are completely loyal to Alfred, such as Sir Leo from Lorraine Town, who sat next to Andrew, he used to be a member of Alfred's Knights, in the war with the Stuart family, he was injured and his strength was sharply reduced, so he was arranged by Earl Alfred to study local government affairs in Lorraine Town, so in the face of Andrew's presumptuous viciousness, the nobles on the opposite side had their own thoughts, even if he was already a nobleman, but still maintained his chivalry, Sir Leo was finally angry, he looked at Andrew beside him, and reprimanded: "Of course you have to be grateful to Alfred, if it weren't for Alfred's gift all these years, I'm afraid you would have gone to hell a long time ago, yes, Alfred really needs you now, but sir, think about your life in the past few years, how many times do you have to go to hell for Alfred to change to that life?"

Andrew suddenly turned his head, but he really didn't expect that it was actually their group of pseudo-aristocratic camps that cracked first.

He sneered at the young knight who had accused him, and his eyes finally fixed on the purple iris badge on the latter's chest, revealing his white teeth, and said with a smile: "Oh, it turns out that he is still a once honorable knight?

He brazenly grabbed the giant sword leaning against him, and suddenly exerted his strength, pressing the blade directly against Leo's neck, forcing the latter to bow his head, and he smiled fiercely: "Knight, what about your courage, what about your pride, and what about your dignity?

The greatsword pressed Leo's head against the table, and Andrew roared, "Either pull out your sword or raise your head, hell knight, which one can you do?"

Sir Leo's face was pressed against the table full of ale, humiliation that made him red.

The conference hall fell silent all of a sudden.

Everyone focused on Andrew's body, and almost no one noticed that a knight in bright armor had quietly appeared at some point.

Then soon, the knight appeared in front of Andrew, and the straight and wide sword in his hand was on Sir Andrew's neck before Andrew could react, and followed by the indifferent but resolute voice of the owner of the great sword: "Apologize to the knight in your mouth, kneel down to the knight in your mouth and beg for mercy, deny that I will let you know the pride of the knight, the dignity of the knight." ”

Andrew looked up slowly, his greatsword still pressing against Leo's skull.

Leo also rolled his eyes with difficulty, and saw the owner of the great sword clearly, and he was no longer young and almost cried.

"You can't kill me, and you don't dare to kill me. Andrew didn't fear death as he imagined from his early life in the taiga, he licked his lips, there was a bloodthirsty meaning, and he smiled grimly: "Alfred is about to be finished, Alfred still needs me, he needs me to resist the lich, so Katieani, you don't dare to kill me." ”

"Kneel, apologize, or die. Katieoni, whose expression did not change, simply repeated, and his tone was indifferent.

Andrew finally smelled death, his hand holding the greatsword was already shaking, but he was still screaming, "You can't kill me!"

"Resist the Lich?"

Katieani didn't let Andrew finish, he suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the big sword in his hand suddenly circled, as if he didn't care about the blood that spurted violently from Andrew's neck, he carried Andrew's head that he didn't have time to close his eyes, and continued: "But that's the knight's responsibility." ”

Andrew's torso, which had lost his head, fell to the ground with a bang.

Leo struggled to look up, not daring to look into the eyes of his former captain.

Katieani didn't put the head in his hand and didn't care about the blood dripping down his arm, he held the head in one hand, looked at Leo, and whispered, "Next time remember, hold your head high and let your enemies cut it off." ”

Sir Leo, who had broken off one arm in the war with Stuart and did not make any sound, and even insisted on killing the last enemy before he fell unconscious, suddenly had red eyes.

The gore finally silenced the conference hall.

Meanwhile.

A pale-faced young man walked slowly through the main entrance of the conference hall under the wheelchair pushed by Alfred's old butler.

He stopped in front of Katieani, first looked at the bloody corpse on the ground with an expressionless face, and then looked at the head in Katieani's hand, it seemed that the blood made him uncomfortable, he frowned, and when Katieani knelt on one knee in front of his wheelchair, he said calmly: "Life is noble, killing people should be as artistic as possible, next time don't be so bloody, you should know that outside the conference hall, there is a gallows." ”

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