In the carriage, Mandel sat beside Mo Xuan and couldn't stop smirking: "Mo Xuan, what kind of situation did you say we went to the king this time?" ”

"yes, will we be considered heroes?" Ingrid's sweet voice rang in everyone's ears.

"Ingrid, your voice is so good, why don't you talk more?" Mandel's funny surname began to flare up, pretending to be lustful and soul-granting to Ingrid.

"You, die. "After all, it's still a little girl, and her face is red from being teased by Mandel, but there are so many people who can't get up.

"Haha, Ingrid is shy. "Flirting with girls is a man's talent, especially a girl like Ingrid, who is easily shy, and then makes those who love to flirt have a sense of accomplishment.

"Set up camp, get out of the car, get out of the car. The soldiers in front shouted in the ranks.

"I've been hungry for a long time, and I'm finally able to eat. Mandel abruptly got up from the carriage and quickly flipped out of the carriage to help set up the camping facilities.

"This foodie! Let's go down too. Cursing softly, Mo Xuan walked down from the car with the rest of the magicians.

However, due to the physical strength of the magicians and their current glorious status, no one dared to give them orders to do such menial work.

"Master Mo Xuan, Lord Marshal is looking for you. A guard trotted all the way to Mo Xuan.

Again! How many times has this been? Mo Xuan skillfully followed the guards towards the carriage of Ballem, leaving behind a group of envious eyes.

Potlem was on his way to the royal capital to report on his work, and he happened to be on the same road as the soldiers of Fort Spike, and the two teams worked together and rushed to the royal capital unhurriedly.

"Mo Xuan came just in time, quickly, there is freshly baked food here. Portlem politely asked Mo Xuan to sit down, and personally handed the food in his hand to Mo Xuan.

Under the gaze of Potlime, Mo Xuan finished the food in his hand with great difficulty.

Speaking of it, Mo Xuan is cheap, he was called by Potlaim to chat together, somehow chatting and chatting about the war, Mo Xuan does not agree with the views of people fighting in this world, and it is a good thing to suppress it positively, but the art of war pays attention to Qi Zheng complements each other, and he wants to show off in front of Potlaim if he has nothing to do, and he said Zhuge Liang as he spoke.

In order to be realistic, Mo Xuan's interpretation of the Three Kingdoms is larger, highlighting the bravery of the generals in the romance, but the marching and fighting strategies and the use of intrigue and trickery in the romance itself still fascinate Potolem, and there is an excessive lack of entertainment in this world, especially the kingdom of Mali can be said to be surrounded by enemies on three sides, and it has always been spent in war, and the bard is not a war hero or a dragon slayer warrior, but Potlem, who has been listening to it all his life, has long been not interested in these.

It just so happens that the characters of Moxuan's version of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms are realistic, the plot is full of ups and downs, and the story is intriguing. Almost immediately, he attracted Portlem, and every day he had to call Mo Xuan to talk about the Three Kingdoms in front of him.

"Oh, this Lu Bu is really powerful, one fights three and doesn't fall behind. The story talks about the three British battles against Lu Bu Portlemut is extremely excited, which man does not have a dream of ten thousand enemies in his heart, but Lu Bu's demeanor among the people is really very attractive: "It's that this character is a little worse." ”

"That's it, Marshal, that's all we have to say today?" Mo Xuan said as he got up and walked towards his carriage.

"Well, you... forget it. Potlaim pinched his chin and said to the guard next to him, "Am I so scary? ”

The guard next to him had an expression of wanting to laugh and holding back, which was really funny.

"Queen, what do you say this Mo Xuan looks like who burned tens of thousands of werewolves with one fire?" Augustin Mari, King of the Kingdom of Mali, was talking to his wife, Julia, in the royal palace in the Iron Wall.

"Your Majesty, you've asked this question several times! Aren't they coming to the royal capital soon? With deep dissatisfaction, Julia rolled her eyes at Augustine, and the charm of that moment took Augustine's soul away.

"Your Majesty, how are you going to reward that Mo Xuan?" Julia peeled off the skin of a fruit and gently put it into Augustine's mouth, but Augustine bit his verdant white fingers: "Your Majesty!" The coquettish anger that seemed to be able to hook away the soul sounded in Augustine's ears.

"Ah, Queen, what are you talking about?" Augustine, coming to his senses, asked again stupidly, an expression that was obviously faked but filled Julia's heart, and what could make a woman happier than having someone who admired her.

After Julia said it again, Augustine began to think.

"Knighthoods, of course. ”

"But Your Majesty, what title are you going to give him?"

"Marquis?"

"It's too high, and he still has some companions, how is Your Majesty going to reward him. ”

"Baron?"

"Your Majesty, there have been messages of arrogance from the military mages recently. ”

"Well, it's time to suppress it, but what does this have to do with Mo Xuan. ”

"It is said that this Mo Xuan is a guild mage. ”

"I'll convene the ministers to discuss these matters, but how should I punish you if you dare to veto the king's decision?"

"Spare me, Your Majesty, it's daytime. ”

"What's wrong with the day・・・・・・. ”

In the council hall of the palace, Augustine sat majestically in the first place, his eyes surveyed the courtiers below, and the courtiers who were seen bowed their heads, and Augustine expressed satisfaction with their performance.

Finally, Augustine spoke: "This time, let's discuss the issue of the victory of Arrowstone Castle, the reward of the meritorious Mo Xuan and others. ”

"Your Majesty, I suggest that Moxuan be made an earl, Mandel and a few magicians should be made barons, and the others should be promoted by one level," said an old man with gray hair who looked like he could hardly even walk.

Augustine knew him, Chancellor of the Exchequer Evan and the old minister, and now he was a decoration, and he spoke just to draw out those who came behind him to speak, and he could ignore it.

"Your Majesty, we will second. "There were a lot of people standing up, all mages in magic robes and wands.

These are all guild mages, Mo Xuan is from the magic guild, of course they have to fight for the interests of their own people.

"Your Majesty, Mo Xuan is young and intelligent, and he burned tens of thousands of werewolves with a single fire, which is really powerful, and he must be a pillar of the country like Marshal Potlaim in the future. "The one who spoke was also a magician, but his temperament was different from the magician who had an elegant and noble atmosphere just now, so he should be the representative of the military mage, but although he did not explicitly express his opposition to this, he emphasized the accent on the two words of youth and the pillar of the country.

Now it can be said that Augustine's heart, the current Marshal of the Kingdom of Mali Portlem is terrifying with a high reputation, and even the reward is not rewardable, if it is not for the old marshal's loyalty, and the old age and decrepit have no descendants, maybe the old marshal will change the seat of the king of the Mali Kingdom as soon as he gives the order.

I heard that Mo Xuan was not yet twenty years old, and if the reward was too high now, what should he do if he wanted to make meritorious contributions in the future? Wouldn't it have reached the point where there was no reward again?

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