In a similar way, Prunella here is also asking herself.

But he knew the answer.

The force that shook the two guards to the ground and the quaint book that was floating above his left palm were just 'proof' left by the dead uncle before he left.

In the face of the oppression of the blue-blooded nobleman, Xia Kucao was a little sad and helpless in addition to her anger, and it was not until the final well-intentioned reconciliation and begging for failure that this anger really broke out.

It's just that no matter how much he bites, bites, punches, and kicks, he can't help but firmly restrain his guards left and right, so after a short period of hot blood, he clearly realized the powerlessness of his anger, and further felt that the taste of humiliation was slowly but surely surrounding him tightly.

It's just that although Prunella vulgaris is named after plants and trees, it sounds a bit cheap and infamous, but it also has the unique perseverance of plants and trees.

So after a brief moment of shame, he began to think back to what the dead uncle had left for him in the few days he had spent with him, except for the troublesome student uniform on his body.

Luckily, he remembered the scene he thought was just a dream, and the ancient book that had been sealed in his body......

On the other hand, as a noble blue-blooded nobleman, as a teenager, he could naturally stay on the ground for a long time, but his guards were not all lucky enough to be like pickpocket brothers, so these well-trained elite guards launched their actions in a very short period of time with an extremely professional attitude and efficient movements.

Eye-to-eye communication was supplemented by silent gestures, and in a short period of time, these guards had laid out three lines of defense in the area between their young master and Prunella vulgaris, and the arrangement of these lines of defense was obviously extremely exquisite, not only leaving enough gaps between each line of defense for maneuvering and moving, but also cleverly leaving enough gaps for their young master to look at the prunella grass that was standing with his head down.

The leader of the guard, who was also hidden behind the defense line, stopped his movements after making such an arrangement, and looked at his young master and waited for orders, after all, the current situation was far from reaching the point of tearing his face, and the conflict between the two parties was just a conflict, so this leader felt that his response was very decent, and his own young master should also be satisfied with his own change.

It's just that the two guards who stayed at the front of the field and approached the prunella grass obviously didn't see it that way, the orders they received were clear and unambiguous, so even if the person in front of them suddenly became a real sealer, before the young master gave new instructions, they had to fill this sealer with a belly of shit and become a dead dog, otherwise the one who became a dead dog would become them.

Therefore, the two pale-faced and resolute-looking guards glanced at each other and understood each other's consciousness, and at the same time, they drew their iron swords at their waists with great bravery, and launched a decisive charge against the powerful enemy in their eyes with a moving iron blood.

It's just that no matter whether the iron sword in their hand is poked, stabbed, slashed, or simply smashed, as long as they break within three steps of the summer withered grass, the air that originally seemed to have no sense of existence will turn into the most flexible shield, turning the fierce impact of the two into invisible.

Although the iron sword in the hands of the two of them was closer than the other, and the momentum of the sword movement was even more indomitable, but even though the sword momentum was fierce and furious, Xia Kucao always maintained a standing posture with his head down, and turned all these powerful attacks into a harmless breeze in an understatement.

It's just that although their attack was futile, it also provided enough information for the young master in the rear.

Therefore, after the young master made an extremely secret gesture, the two guards who had always placed their distractions on him gave up and stepped aside with a look of shame.

A great nobleman once said that nobles can be ruthless, cunning, domineering and even cruel, but nobles must not be without responsibility.

Therefore, after realizing that the summer withered grass in front of him was indeed a genuine and powerful sealer, the blue-blooded nobleman in the field stood up extremely honorably and made an extremely common common gift among nobles.

"Get to know me," said the young man gently, "Alum the son of the Marquis of Alberta, the future Lord of the Codex State. ”

Seeing that the other party had no intention of returning the courtesy, Bai Alum smiled slightly, confirming his judgment even more, and the smile on his face couldn't help but be even bigger, "Since Your Excellency made a big joke on me, then presumably Your Excellency will not care about the joke between me and Your Excellency before." ”

“...... White...... Alum ......" Xia Kucao finally raised his head, looking at the gentle young man who seemed to have changed not far in front of him, he knew the purpose of Bai Alum's identity at this moment, but he didn't care - after all, even if the nobleman was shameless, he still had a face, since it was the future baron named Bai Alum who was standing in front of him instead of his marquis's father, then he didn't think that this small conflict would provoke strong interference from the other father.

After all, all he needed was an apology—

It's just that......

"Jokes?"

"Yes, joking. Bai Alum replied with a serious face, and the words were more sincere but there was no trace of apology, "Those are just jokes." ”

"In other words, I don't need to eat that shit?" Confirming that the other party had no intention of apologizing, Xia Kucao asked again with a sarcastic smile on the corner of her mouth.

The young man frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the other party's repeated entanglement of dog shit and refused to let go, in his opinion, since both sides have a certain identity, there should be some style or style between the conversations, and what noble person on this continent would easily pull shit and other dirty things during negotiations?

Untouchables are indeed untouchables, alum thought disdainfully.

It's just that in terms of status, the Marquis of Alberta is naturally much higher than a guy who can't even understand the common etiquette of the nobility and doesn't even return the salute, but he is not the Marquis himself but only one of his many heirs, even so, as the son of the Marquis, the future Lordial Baron of the Holy Precept Code, with the blood of the blue-blooded nobles, his status is still higher than that of the commoner-born and little-known sealer. Even if he has shown considerable strength, Bai Alum at this moment is very angry at the prunella grass and does not know how to advance or retreat.

Interestingly, Xia Kucao's previous anger was coldly suppressed before it was fully released, but now the anger in Bai Alum's heart seems to be able to endure it forcibly?

After all, he is not the blue-blooded nobleman who blindly is ruthless and domineering, but a noble person with an aristocratic demeanor when he starts aristocratic negotiations, so he really suppressed the anger in his heart, and instead fought back with a playful face: "So what do you think should be done?"

Oh, yes...... Since the other party has made it clear that he will not apologize, what should he do?

Maybe there are really people in the world who can break the rules regardless of the desire to be enlightened and break the rules in the name of Bo heroes, or maybe there are people in the world who are as stubborn as stones, and dare to confront the whole world if they only seek a truth or a peace of mind in their hearts, but those people are either dead people, heroes or simply stones, but Prunella grass is just a little weak grass.

Although the Book of Seals inherited from that uncle had already shown extraordinary power, although Xia Wither did not know the power of the Marquis of Alberta after the six characters, so he could not be afraid, although the previous shame was still in his brain, which made him use similar methods to repay the other party.

But just like the boy's playful tone, since the shit didn't go into his mouth, the other party's jokes were a bit shameless, but undoubtedly tenable.

This is the logic between the nobles, Xia Kucao sneered in her heart, but her face was helpless.

Now is the best ending, since he doesn't dare to kill, hurt or return shit, what can he do if he doesn't treat these stories about shit as shit jokes?

Or rather, what would he dare to do?

The alum in front of him was obviously aware of this, so he smiled at the prunella grass with an increasingly ugly expression, and a smile that grew brighter as time passed.

Xia Grass's hot and cold heart kept feeding back the emotion called unwillingness, but he was still ready to compromise, he thought aggrievedly that a few minutes ago he was angry at the very different attitudes of different classes in society and sad that he was forced to endure, and now he was equally sad to find that he was ready to accept this decent compromise for him.

After all, it was just an unreceived apology......

"That's right. Bai Alum looked at the ever-changing face of the summer withered grass interestingly, snapped his fingers as if he remembered something, and motioned to the pickpocket brother on the side to step forward.

Brother Pickpocket was blessed to his heart, and hurriedly took out the stolen things from his bosom and put them in the palm of his young master's hand, and prepared to retreat.

"Whew!"

A small tip pierced the man's majestic body at lightning speed, revealing from his chest after easily piercing his heart, and the well-textured steel was a little hideous under the night moon because of a touch of blood hanging from his heart.

Bai Alum smiled and pulled out the long sword in his hand, took out a handkerchief and wiped the blade of the sword in his hand neatly, ignoring the pickpocket brother who was wide-eyed and whimpering, and nodded to the shocked Xia Kucao over there.

"In this case, you should be satisfied, right?"