"Looks like it's time to visit your old comrades!Hilton, my old friend, I don't know if you remember me!" Gattuso staggered through the splendid palace, annoyed. www.biquge.infoGattuso wanted to visit Hilton, but he wanted to enter Hilton College in a majestic manner and give the old fellow Hilton a dismount.

When old friends meet, they must be dragged out, not to mention old friends who are sworn enemies. That would make Hilton lose face. But Pompey Gattuso lacked a reason to enter Hilton's academy, giving Norsman Hilton a reason to lose face. He was now distressed that there was no reason.

So waddling around here.

The minister glanced at the little emperor Karsos, and noticed in his heart that if he entered the Hilton Academy in the name of the emperor, wouldn't it be justified and not lose his face.

Gattuso walked softly in front of the little emperor Karsos and said with a smile on his face: "Your Majesty, do you want to go to Hilton Academy with your ministers.........

Before Gattuso could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the little emperor in front of him.

"Don't go, don't go, this king doesn't want to go to that deplorable academy, minister, didn't you say that it is full of wild grass, and the human beings are uglier than the orcs. It's hell, the place where Satan the Devil was born. This king didn't want to go to that dirty and smelly place. Anyway, I'm not going. ”

The little Emperor Karthos pouted, and continued to play with his crown. Symbolizes the imperial crown.

The minister Gattuso shook his head, thinking in his heart, blaming himself for instilling too much bad consciousness in this little emperor. I shouldn't regret it.

Gattuso began to pace again, and after walking a few laps, his old waist began to feel sore, and he was really old, the years were really a pig-killing knife!

Gattuso simply sat on the ground with his hands on his hands on his jaw that was about to fall.

I thought about it for a long time and still didn't come up with it. "Damn Hilton, and that Mediterranean-haired Carl. You two old guys haven't died of old age yet, damn it. Gattuso thought sullenly, "Why haven't you two old fellows gone to see God yet, do you want to be immortal like the elves?"

After racking his brains, he still didn't come up with a way to get into Hilton House in a proper way.

"Report!"

A low-ranking knight hurriedly broke into the palace.

"What's the panic?" Gattuso looked displeased, "Could it be that someone crossed the Granling Strait, escaped the attack of the sea beasts, and broke through our walls? Look at your panicked appearance, and have you the dignity of being a knight, remember, you are a knight, have you forgotten the character of a knight?" Gattuso said menacingly, and knocked on the armor of the low-level knight by the way. Make a "bell" sound.

The low-level knight looked confused when he was said, is this still the Minister Gattuso who usually has an indifferent face and rarely speaks? Damn, the low-level knight doesn't know how to answer the minister's question, what the hell should this be.

"Neither!" said the junior knight, trembling. "No, then why are you so flustered!" Gattuso coughed dryly, and returned to his minister's appearance, "What the hell is going on, don't tell me yet." Gattuso looked solemn and urged.

"One of our mid-level knights has been ........." paused, looking at Gattuso. "Why do you guys always like to talk half-talked? Gattuso yelled at the junior in front of him, "Say it." ”

"My lord, let's carry up the knight who was beaten! ”

"Bastard thing, someone who comes will be carried up by the beater!"

The man who had been beaten was carried up with great difficulty by four high-ranking knights in the middle.

Gattuso approached and took a look, his eyes widening, "Cleo, how did you get beaten like this? Didn't I ask you to rule the slums?"

"Your Excellency, you have to make decisions for me!" said Cleo with a sad face, though the face could no longer be called a face. "You are a bully who is afraid of the hard, what's the matter? Did you meet a ruthless opponent this time? No, the pariahs in the slums don't have the guts! Who beat you like this?" asked Gattuso.

"It's a kid named Parker, and that kid has a spiritual weapon. Clio got up from the ground and said slowly, "So I can't beat him, and that guy is not a first-class slum pariah." ”

"Waste, a dignified middle-level knight would be beaten like this by a lowly pauper, I am you, I would have taken out the sword of honor that symbolizes the knight and wiped my neck to kill myself. Do you still have the face to come back? ”

Gattuso angrily rewarded Clio with another heavy kick.

Cleo didn't dodge either, only to bear the kick with his scarred body. There is no way to do it, who makes his position higher than himself. As the saying goes, officials crush people to death. Not to mention that this is not a one-level gap.

"The man named Parker was killed by you. I was captured alive by you. Gattuso asked with a smile.

Clio stumbled, "Run!"

"Waste!" Gattuso cursed angrily, "where have you gone, why don't you get that untouchable?"

"Ran to Hilton Academy! Isn't the Imperial Constitution a rule that no one is allowed to trespass into any academy without the approval of the dean of the academy, and the Emperor is not exempt. Not to mention us low-level knights!" Clio said helplessly.

Gattuso listened to this, but instead of being angry, he smiled. The reason I've been looking for is really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes all the work! Gattuso finally had a valid reason.

"Someone, get a car, I'm going to Hilton Academy. Gattuso left Cleo's happy open door and strode like a meteor.

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