The mansion of the Max clan seemed to be so dark forever that the sun could not shine on it, and even the Holy Radiance of the God of Light seemed to have lost its value here. They may have been two opposite things, but Viscount Goulet loved it anyway, the thorn bushes in the backyard, and the rum hidden in the cellar, because there were things that could not be exchanged for money, and the old Viscount had made a painful assumption about what he would do if someone wanted to do something bad in his mansion.

After tossing and turning on the old wooden bed board for several nights, he got only one answer, and that was to send him to the god of light, and that the merciful Shinyu would forgive him for his sins, but not I, Glaulet.

His ancestors laid down the country, but in his generation it seemed to be very unlucky, no matter what they could casually step into the old threshold of this mansion, and they were not afraid of soiling their noble boots, and more importantly, the old viscount did not send them to the gods as arrogantly as he imagined, but took out the rum in the cellar, plucked the thorn flowers in the backyard, and offered everything to entertain the beasts in fine clothes.

This is really an unfortunate thing, the old Viscount Gurlett was a little unable to sit still, constantly twisting his slightly rich body, some white temples were faintly declining under the illumination of the magic lamp, just a second before he was about to lose his aristocratic demeanor, he saw a person, which made him quiet, and continued to shake the wine glass in his hand with a smile, the fragrance of rum made him enjoy it very much, because he knew that something interesting might happen in a while.

A qualified nobleman will glorify his dark belly and treachery into wisdom and intelligence, which is their compulsory course, and it is also the talent of being a nobleman.

Memphis's only advantage as a viscount of Wannian is that he has deep experience and unique insights in the field of lower nobility, when to make an arrogant and uninhibited appearance, when to imitate those real big people, he has a rod and scale in his heart, this rod and scale allows him to keep stable, and enjoy the benefits brought to him by the rules in peace.

But there will always be some accidents, sudden, inexplicable, and even his black-bellied old fritter is a little caught off guard.

"What did I see above, a discarded tin sheet, or a puppet clown on the Holy Day of Light?"

The Viscount of Memphis almost squirted out the precious rum in his mouth, and he stared at his shrewd little eyes as he watched a short figure walk towards him step by step, and said in uneasy surprise.

If you want to make him die, you must first make him crazy, and Li Laifu's understanding of this sentence is very simple: let your opponent never understand your true thoughts, because it will drive him crazy, especially for a very confident nobleman. The ancestors of China once said that the beauty of seeing flowers in the fog can make your enemies dizzy.

So this Lord Max Emery has adopted an unexpected way of playing.

He put on a formal and solemn set of knightly armor of the kingdom, and staggered to the nobleman.

I don't know what the so-called Viscount Wannian will think, anyway, Li Laifu himself is already tired enough, the heavy iron plate armor, as well as the armor forged from stainless steel, and the Mithril iron sword hidden in his waist, this time the weight treatment is indeed a bit luxurious for a seven-year-old child.

But Li Laifu is not disgusted with this dress, and in his own words, he must be in a state of 'interweaving pain and joy' now.

The knight's armor is a symbol of glory, when you take off the weak precious silk and put on this heavy iron sheet, you will understand or remember the blood and dreams of your youth, Li Laifu used to be a good boy who squatted on the street and smoked cigarettes but fantasized about saving the world, but the blow of reality made him a little disheartened, but some things can not be passed away in time, just like the legend of dog blood such as the prince slaying the dragon has been spread in the eternal continent for thousands of cold and summer, but it still makes some children who are not deeply involved in the world fascinated. Maybe it's just the boredom of entertaining himself, but whether it's Li Laifu in the past life or Max Emery in the present, this man with black hair and black eyes can't be a guts bandit who hurts all day long.

So he came out in armor, even if nothing came of it.

"The Great God of Light, I, Max Emery, am incomparably honoured to have arrived upon His Excellency the Viscount, and I am sincerely afraid that the glory of the original Lord is with you. ”

Li Laifu took off his bulky helmet, shook his black hair wet with sweat, and his innocent smile was as hot as the sun in the sky, even the Viscount of Memphis seemed to feel this sincere greeting, and quickly put away his stunned expression, got up and helped Li Laifu, who was about to bend down and salute, and then said with spittle: " Little Emery, a child from seven years ago, a treasure given to the Max clan by the gods, hehe, what a talent, worthy of the old Gurlet who has kept you like the purest rum for many years, let me see what you have learned over the years, I heard that you were still swimming in the mysterious sea of magic before you came? ”

After waiting for such a long time, the Viscount of Memphis does not want any unexpected surprises, after all, this is still the territory of the Max family after all.

As Memphis's voice became more and more shrill, the meaning of it also made Li Laifu secretly sneer, the so-called aristocracy is just a group of moths with a smooth mouth but cowardly and vain in their bones, he has always thought so, this is really not controversial.

Memphis narrowed his small eyes, pulled a little girl in a red princess robe in front of Li Laifu, and said softly:

"This is Mosha, from a civilian family, but temporarily raised by me, don't underestimate this girl, she is very accomplished in the comprehension and perception of magic, a few days ago she happened to pass the certification of the apprentice magic apprentice, but she is still a little uncertain about the rhythm of chanting spells, I have long heard that a young magician was born in Max's ancient knight clan, so today I specially ran to the old viscount to find you, presumably little Emery will definitely give advice." ”

Memphis casually picked up the glass and gently shook the bright red rum inside, his face full of intoxication.

The fiery red magic lamp shone on his hateful face, with a sense of arrogance and comfort on it, as if waiting for Gurlet's next move, no matter what, he didn't believe that the old viscount could still taste the rum with a breezy face, as for Emery, it was just a nervous child, and there was still a bit of a problem with his brain, in such a hot weather, he was actually wearing heavy knight's armor, but as the fuse of the incident, he was still somewhat useful, otherwise the noble Viscount Wannian would not have bothered to compliment him so much。

But he was destined to be disappointed, and Viscount Goulet seemed to have turned a deaf ear to Memphis's words, squinting idly, not knowing where he was looking. Troy, an old butler in a black robe, appeared behind him quietly, still smiling, no one could see anything of value on his old face, but the silence of the two old men undoubtedly pointed all the fingers at one person, Memphis punched the air, how could he give up, rolled his small eyes, and immediately showed a trace of aristocratic smile, he also set his eyes on Li Laifu, who was sweating and panting slightly.

When someone punches you on the left side of the face, don't be stupid and stick out your right cheek, the great demon Satan teaches the world like this, and regardless of whether this legendary demon king exists, at least Li Laifu, as a Diao Min who came out of the poor mountains and bad waters, has no aristocratic cultivation at all, especially this time, this damn fly actually made him carry such a heavy armor, then it's time for him to understand the knightly laws that belong to him.

If someone hits you on the left side of the cheek, then you need to leave a mark on the right side of his face.

Li Laifu showed an annoying smile, like a grinning fox, as if he had been waiting for this moment to come, and the air was suddenly mixed with a sharp sound of breaking the air, as if some kind of sharp weapon was pulled out.

Bastard, let you understand how cunning people are born after the mating of different cultures, oh no, in the words of the aristocracy, intelligence.

A resolute look appeared on Li Laifu's face, solemn and solemn:

"I accept this difficult task for the sake of glory, but it cannot be denied that all theory will be best proven in practice, so Chant that esoteric spell Miss Mosa, and I, Max Emery, will pave a smooth path for you with the knight's sword in my hand. ”

The Mithril longsword shone with a cold light and rested on Mosha's delicate and snow-white neck, and behind him was a stunned Memphis, and the fiery red magic lamp shone in his pupils, reflecting the smiles on the faces of the old butlers Troy and Goulet, which was a kind of pleasure and ease after the plan had succeeded.