Chapter 592: The Power of Knights, It's Kind of Interesting
At the same time, the viper let go of its mouth, slid off his lap, and disappeared into the dirt.
"Helpββ!!!" Karen. Gerd howled.
"Poof-" An arrow pierced Karen. Gerd's neck.
Karen. Gerd clutched his throat, his pupils dilated.
His throat was pierced, and bright red blood gushed out, wetting his hands.
"Poofβ"
A fifth arrow came and pierced Karen. Gerd chest.
"Bang!" Karen. Gerd's body collapsed with a bang, turning into a pile of minced meat.
The arrow flew back into the hands of a short-haired young man with dark purple hair in a cloak.
"Heh......"
The dark purple short-haired youth chuckled and put away his crossbow, "I thought it was strong." It turned out to be just a second-order archmage. β
The short-haired young man with dark purple turned and left, leaving Cullen. Gerd sneered at the end.
"Rubbish!"
ββ¦β¦ I'm trash! β
Karen. Gerd's voice drifted intermittently from a distance.
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Inside a quaint and majestic palace, the lights are bright.
Two heavy doors were opened, and a group of guards were on guard.
"Uhhh
A handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes walked into the hall, went straight to the throne, knelt down on one knee, and saluted, "Father, the task is complete." β
"Good."
Bardia sat on a throne with a majestic demeanor, like a king.
"Good work."
"Thank you, father, for the compliment." The young man bowed and said.
Bardia pondered for a moment and said, "You're doing a great job. However, the killings are too frequent to attract attention. β
"Son-in-law obeys the teachings." The dark purple short-haired young man said respectfully.
Bardia smiled slightly and said, "Since you like to play games so much, let's take those girls over and play with you." β
"What?!" The dark purple short-haired young man's face changed, and he couldn't help but take two steps back, and said in astonishment, "Are you serious?" β
"Why, aren't you interested in them?" Bardia raised her eyebrows, and her tone was grim, "Those are all genuine noble daughters, much more beautiful than commoners, especially that 'Miss Duke'...... Tsk, she's so beautiful......"
ββ¦β¦ I refuse. The short-haired young man shook his head and said, "They don't suit me, Father. β
"Oh?" Bardia looked at her son in surprise, "You're not interested in them?" They are slave girls I bought with money, and you dare to refuse me! β
"They don't have anything to do with me, and I'm not going to ask for them...... Father. The short-haired young man looked up and looked at Bardia firmly, "I hope...... I can have a love of my own. β
"Love?" Bardia frowned, "You're a boy, why are you in love?" β
"Father, I'm a man, but I also crave affection!" The dark purple short-haired youth retorted.
"Then let's wait until you meet that relationship that belongs to you."
Bardia waved her hand, "Go down and rest." β
The short-haired young man in dark purple took a deep breath and bent down to perform a standard knightly salute, "Yes, Father." β
Then he walked down, and his figure faded into the night, vanishing.
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"Ding!"
The crisp and pleasant sound of the bell rings.
Lorante was wondering where to go.
Just then, she heard a familiar string of bells.
Lorante turned her head and followed the sound, and saw a hooded elf playing with a bamboo flute.
The elf seemed to notice something, and looked up, revealing a round, chubby bun face.
She winked at Lorante, "Dingding-ding-"
The crisp and beautiful music is heard in all directions, causing the surrounding birds to flutter their wings and hover high in the air.
Lorante was stunned, couldn't help but raise her lips and smile, stretched out her right hand and waved.
If she remembers correctly, she should have been called Elaine Miller.
This elf is indeed very cute, and she likes it very much.
Lorant's smile was much brighter.
She walked over to Elaine, crouched down, touched the elf's limp body, and asked softly, "Who are you?" β
Elaine touched her fingertips with her flute and jumped briskly, as if inviting her to join her dance troupe.
Lorant smiled, "Of course. β
The two elves began to dance, working together tacitly.
Suddenly, Lorant was tapped on the shoulder, and she trembled with fright.
Turning her head to look, she saw Bardia standing behind her.
"Your Majesty?" Lorante panicked, "I'm sorry! Your Majesty, I was thinking about things just now, and I didn't notice you......"
Bardia smiled slightly and said softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm just passing by." β
After a pause, Bardia asked again, "What were you thinking just now?" Can you tell me about it? β
"Huh?" Lorante looked at him hesitantly.
"What? What's the secret you can't tell me? "Or are you unwilling to tell me?" β
He had a smile on his face, but his tone was dangerous and oppressive, which made people feel timid.
Lorante quickly shook his head and explained, "No, it's not true. Your Majesty, I'm just ......"
"Huh?" Bardia narrowed slightly.
Lorant bit her lip and stiffened her head, leaving the thoughts in her head behind.
Bardia's eyes gleamed dangerously.
After a while, Lorant lowered her gaze, hiding the trepidation in her eyes.
"Your Majesty, I just think of the shock I received today, and it's a little incredulous." Lorante said softly.
"You were attacked today?" Bardia asked.
"Hmm." Lorant nodded, "I almost died." Thankfully, I was able to hide quickly, otherwise I would have died by now. β
"So ferocious!" Anger flashed in Bardia's eyes, "Who did it?" β
"It's a monster!"
Lorante's eyes were red, and he was filled with grief and anger: "I don't know what it is, it's just a black shadow, and it's extremely fast." β
"I don't know what it is......"
Bardia muttered to herself, then smiled, "It's okay. You can rest tonight. I'll send someone to protect you. β
Hearing this, Lorante lowered her head and said gratefully, "Thank you, Your Majesty." β
"Nothing." Baldia smiled faintly and said, "You saved my son's life and helped our family win." I owe it to you. β
"No...... Can't. Lorant was genuinely terrified.
"I'll go first." Bardia turned to leave, her back tall and slender.
Lorant breathed a sigh of relief.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead and walked slowly upstairs, pondering what had happened today.
Baldia treats her well, however, Lorante knows that he is just taking advantage of himself.
After all, she is the mother of Bardjes, who is the only son of Bardia.
She's a pawn.
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"Bang!"
Baldia slammed the glass to the floor, smashing it into powder.