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The chorus whispered in the ears of the Quaids like mosquitoes in the middle of summer, and the warriors could only stand and let the noise penetrate their heads, as helpless as the cool breeze of winter that seeped into their coats.

They are accompanied by four unlucky people - the new half-men are also facing the "cruel" reality. Countess Olivia and the town's nobles hold a banquet in the castle, while the guards stay outside and watch out. Since the attack three days ago, the Knights of Mondstadt have divided their guards into teams to keep Roses safe.

"What a jumbled pitch, it sounds like an old woman's endless snot. Gal leaned against the cold stone walls and muttered a purulent, nasal voice of discontent.

Although they haven't left the Grand Duke's territory yet, the Dragoninus people here already have a southern accent. The fast-paced Mile song mixed with the southern accent was like a spark jumping into an oil tank, and no one could separate the two things when the flames lit up.

"It's a song called 'Black Bear', and it's the favorite song to sing at banquets held by the Longinus people. Dressed in a new set of leather armor and cloak, the half-elf Seradil explained. "But the content seems to me as ugly and uninteresting as the lumps of horse manure left on the road. ”

"That's your elven taste at work. "Curly Horn and his other two companions know Quaid, so they can talk and fart together without hindrance.

"Don't mind the boring, drunken Dragonianus. Riga stepped out of the shadows of the fortress and tilted her head to let the blood-colored light of the Red Moon Ruilin Ace smear on Resolute's face. "We just need to keep the sorceress safe, or no one will pay the steel coins. ”

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Although the Countess was enveloped in one group of noblewomen after another and could not leave, the Knight of Mondstadt, who knew the temper of the aliens, was glad to have been able to come out. The warriors who fought like wild beasts were brave and resolute, and their personalities were just as unruly. So the young knight decided to drive them back to rest, or else the banquet might turn into a slaughtering ground for the mad aliens.

Wanyan declined the invitation of several beautiful dragon enus maidens, and the knight walked out of the hall where the banquet was held, after tidying up the beautiful thin armor that was far more decorative than defensive.

The attendants, dressed in neat linen uniforms, immediately pushed open the door for the noble lord, allowing him to step on the wool carved carpet without stopping. There were only a few thin stone pillars outside the banquet hall of the small castle, so the knights of Mondstadt immediately found the warriors who were swaying in the shadows and red moonlight.

"Hi, big guy Riga. The knight casually clasped his right palm over the silver-encrusted sword belt, and made a gesture of apology between friends with his left hand. "I'm sorry to have you standing guard here, but it's been a long time now. A band of Dragoninus will take your place after a prayer and a half. "Mondstadt is as fluent in lingua franca as Roninus, so the Quaid understand exactly what he is trying to say.

"That's good. But remember to let the guys carry cloaks, the cool breeze at night is sharper than a dagger. "Now Riga is not bad at lingua franca, at least it doesn't sound wrong.

The knight shivered in the cold wind and tried to leave, but a sudden flash of fire in the distance stopped him.

It was a speck of dragon fireflies that flickered in the distance, but the speed of these spots of light was somewhat alarming, and it took a few breaths before they were spotted by the castle sentinels. The young sentry, who had been driven out of the field with a stick, was stunned for a moment, and then he trembled and cried to wake his sleeping companion. "What's that? Running faster than a rabbit in a field!"

Before the old soldier, who had scrambled to his feet, but whose eyes were covered by his hat, widened his pupils, the light of the fire swept low over the small lake not far from the castle, and appeared in an instant over the meadow that the noble lord loved most.

"It's the Warlocks!" the veteran nearly fell from the tower in panic, but he finally grabbed the handrail to stabilize. "Oh my God, they can ride a giant eagle covered in flames!"

Of course, the two stunned ordinary people would not attract the attention of the arrogant spellcaster, so the warlocks of the Dragon Inus family, dressed in golden-striped red robes, directly approached the Quaid. "Barbarian, is Count Rose living in this castle?"

A tall warlock jumped from the giant eagle, and with a simple swing of his staff, he fell to the ground like a feather. "I know you've accepted her for hire. Trust the sincere words of a spellcaster, a greeting from a friend rather than a malicious inquiry. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency. The delicate flowers I protect are blooming here. The Knight of Mondstadt, who had just been hiding behind the stone pillar, stepped out and replied with a somewhat excited salute.

"That's great. The warlock seemed to be pleased, and he raised his staff with the light dance and waved it a few times before gesturing to the banquet hall. "We are about to witness the birth of a marquis and a consul at the same time. (To be continued)