After a few days, the ground was mostly dry, and the caravans of Flame City were ready to go, and Benedict was about to die during the winter break.

After saying goodbye to Mo Xuan, Benedict set off with his caravan and a group of escorts.

The guards were selected from the army of Flame City, and in order not to cause trouble, the guards were all selected by the Terrans.

The Guardians were dressed in a different style than the flamboyant style of the Flame City's army, but were mainly low-key.

The upper pair itself is the object of provoking bandits, and with the addition of a team with a shining silver light and eye-catching, the sensation caused in the world of bandits and bandits is absolutely amazing, what do bandits rely on when they eat, knives, if there is a large number of ready-made and sophisticated preparations in front of them, then the result is needless to say.

The royal capital of the Kingdom of Mali is an iron-walled city, and the bustling streets of the past can not be said to be a depression now, but also a depression, and the pedestrians on the road are trotting, and the depressing atmosphere makes ordinary people have prepared the equipment for evacuation, just waiting for a bad situation to appear and move the family away.

Augustine fell ill, but no one else was appointed to exercise power, so the current overseer of the Kingdom of Mali is Crest.

The prime minister of the Kingdom of Mali, one of the three dukes of the Kingdom, a good friend of the Botherim, and the great ship of the Kingdom of Mali who is currently trembling.

Now the battle for succession in the Moon Kingdom, the Resas Empire, and the Kingdom of Mali is also a headache for the always resourceful prime minister. It was as if he was maneuvering a canoe in the middle of a storm, and the parts of the canoe were not quite suitable, so he had to be careful and careful, and even a tremor of his hands threatened with death.

"Come, come, come, Crest, try my craft. With a smile on his face, Potlime poured a homemade drink into Crest's cup.

Crest raised the cup in his hand, but smiled bitterly: "You said you, are you going to hide like this for the rest of your life?"

Potlaim was spilling some of the drink out of the cup, and then returned to normal, but his face was no longer the smiling look he had just now, Potlaim kept looking at the cup in his hand, until Crest was impatient and stopped, sighed deeply, Potlaim said lonely, "Can I still go out?"

A very bland sentence made Crest stiffen, and then he chuckled and said, "How did you find out?"

"You and I have been friends for almost a hundred years, from our ancestors to the present, our two families have been friends for generations, your family's education has not changed until now, and you are the same, I don't know you yet, just as you know me. Potlaim sighed and said with some loneliness.

Crester was stunned for a moment, then patted his head: "Old boy, old man, I forgot, our two families have been together for hundreds of years, and it's just your blood?"

"You don't have to worry about this, I've already arranged it, he will stay away from this whirlpool in the future, it's just the friendship between our two families... Potlaim said with a sigh.

If there were others here, they would definitely be shocked by the content of the conversation between the two, and Portlem already had descendants! It has been 50 years since Bertelem became famous, and a child in the ordinary family has become an old man in 50 years, but he is called a grandfather. But in the past fifty years, I have never heard of any descendants in Portlem, and there are not even a few direct relatives in Portlem, most of whom are old men.

What is the prestige of Poolem in the Kingdom of Mali? It can be said that apart from the Emperor, he is the greatest, and it is a pity that the descendants who have never heard of Poolem, if this news spreads, then the consequences in the Kingdom of Mali are almost no less than the explosion of an atomic bomb.

But listening to what Potleim meant, he seems unwilling to let his heirs inherit everything he has, which is a little puzzling.

Crest, envious, said: "It's still you free and easy, and I... Alas, don't say anything." Then Crest paused and continued, "However, the friendship between our two families will never be lost. ”

After saying this, Crest stretched out his fist, and Portlem did the same, touching his fist with Crest.

"Then let's do it. Potlaim roared excitedly, and Crest, on the other side, nodded in agreement.

・・・・・・

"Suni sacrifices. "Gna, the fourth prince of Mary's Kingdom, dressed in a majestic but practical armor, held a giant sword, and greeted the sturdy man in front of him in a blood-red robe, respectfully.

"Gna, you're here. Suni smiled at this reply gently, but although he had tried to express his mildness, his sinister image had completely destroyed his mildness.

Gna thrust the giant sword into the ground: "Lord Priest, I have tried my best to win over the nobles in the kingdom, but the current situation is not ideal. ”

Suni frowned slightly, reached out and lifted Gna's greatsword, looking at him, the giant sword was as easy as holding a toy: "Gna, this is a test that God has given us, if we can't convince them with our mouths, then we will tell them with our fists." ”

After Suni finished speaking, the giant sword swung with a gust of wind, and the giant sword with such a violent sword momentum was like a straw and gently inserted into the place where Gnar had inserted it just now.

Gna looked excitedly at the still trembling greatsword, not caring at all what Suni said, it seemed that his mind was completely off the battle for the throne. For Gna's attitude, Suni appreciated it even more, because he was that kind of ascetic faction, and in his heart, improving his strength was the most important thing, and if he couldn't avoid it this time, he wouldn't want to waste time here.

The style of the Temple of War is very simple, that is, the big fist is the truth, and they advocate a simple and direct life. In the eyes of the people, they are more like barbarians among the human race.

After half a ring, Gnar shifted his attention from the greatsword: "Lord Priest, my eyes in the kingdom seem to be unsettled, as if they are going to make some big moves, and there are already nobles in contact with the Resas Empire. ”

Suni frowned after hearing this, thinking hard, after a while, he gave up, this kind of work of studying people's hearts was too difficult for him, but he had a way to deal with it: "Gna, hold a banquet, I want to communicate with them. ”

Suni's tone was full of sinisterity, and it seemed that he was not prepared to have an exchange like he said.