Vallevier Francis - the next definitive heir to the Francis family. This Lori is only thirteen years old this year, but what is cliché and not cliché is that the proposer has already broken through the threshold.

After all, if you are rich and powerful, there must be people who are worried about it, not to mention that as long as you marry home, you will have to fight for 30 years? It's just that the fact that you have to marry someone at the age of 13 is relatively new -- it seems very novel to the earthlings in recent years, and if you put it in another world, or hundreds of years ago, getting married at the age of 13 was not a problem. The average life expectancy of people in the Han Dynasty was twenty-two, the average life expectancy of people in the Tang Dynasty was twenty-eight, and it was only thirty-five in the Republic of China. How many years can you marry a thirteen-year-old home? How many years can you live? To put it mildly, how many years can you live? So it is only right to get married and have children as soon as possible.

Valiwiel has been proposed in recent years, which is normal.

Of course, she wasn't the only one who was raptured - along the way, her mother, Alice Phil. The most unreliable is her uncle, who hopes to be able to spend her mother and daughter together. Considering the problem of real chaos in your circle, Alice Phil asked people to blast his brother-in-law out, and the disharmony within the family came out.

Valiway, like many girls her age, loves to dream and dream. To put it simply, it is the age of being poisoned by personal heroism and romanticism, and it is now called the second disease. Fortunately, Valivelle is a little more talented than the average child: she can do magic.

Yes, she can do magic, and she has plenty of magic! But what is even more surprising is that she can't use so much magic that she can't light a fire with a cigarette. I've been training since I was five years old, and I haven't seen her jump out for eight years. In the end, although the training continued, no one took her magic seriously. Perhaps, like many ordinary mages, a lifetime of being a scholar is over - but she fantasizes about becoming a good sorceress, slaying demons as an adventurer, and finally marrying a prince charming (isn't it?).

It's all the wrong medicine.

Don't you know that adventurers are all hooligans, and Prince Charming is one of them? Snow White was a corpse and Prince Charming had to kiss him, isn't this a necrophilia? - Sure enough, Valivier was caught during an adventure. She saw with her own eyes how her companion was smashed in the head by the gnoll and eaten up in the stomach, and that impact was definitely no less than watching a B-grade movie - no, it should be said that it was absolutely entertaining and educational, but unfortunately it was the gnoll who was happy.

The gnolls picked up their hammers and tried to pry open their heads and eat them into their stomachs, and at that moment she really felt like she was going to kneel. Before she died, she prayed if the true son of heaven could come soon.

Cybertron is here.

The one that came was called a timely, and it was estimated that it would be stewed in the pot one step later. A whirlwind swept away a group of gnolls. The tiger rushed into battle like a flock of sheep, killing all the jackals.

Of course, the main thing is that the face looks good, which is very much in line with Prince Charming's face - it's a little bit motherly. Although there is still a horse short of standard equipment, this horse is considered a benefit to Tang Seng, Lori said at the time: Don't care about those details.

Just look good on your face (it's very important, so I've said it twice).

Unfortunately, Cybertron ignored her at the time, and didn't get off the horse as she imagined (you steal the horse?) and walked up to her, picked herself sideways, or kissed the back of her hand in greeting.

He made himself apologize.

He allowed himself to lead the sheep.

"I ...... I hate him!!" I would dream of that hateful smiling face in the middle of the night - why did he look prettier than himself?

Then Cybertron came to the eldest lady's house - still not looking at himself (Cybertron didn't pay attention at the time), and he didn't recognize himself (he really couldn't see clearly when he was rescued from the sheepfold). This made her angry - the best and only way for a child to get noticed was to lose his temper, to be coquettish, to play pranks.

It's just that she later found out that Cybertron is also a [star writer].

This made her immediately look at her differently, and she felt that my Prince Charming was a star.

As everyone knows, celebrities and Prince Charming are all gangsters, and Cybertron is one of the best.

-- White Horse? Tang Seng also has something to say--

This is the second time I have been to my workplace, and I feel a little stressed. Along the way, because others pointed at him in strange eyes - of course, this is normal, and he is used to it. In fact, he really wants the life of a clear eyebrow and a tiger's back (very cute, about three meters five tall, and his muscles are better than King Kong) to scare these men and women bastards to death.

...... Of course, the one who makes him point fingers the most should be the one next to him.

It's so intimate!

"I said, Miss, what are you trying to make a fuss about?" Cybertron felt "cold" for the first time in winter: "Can you please let go......?"

"This is my protection for you, the Francis family cannot let others compare! we are nobles-" Proudly straightened his chest (although basically not), Valivier called a proud - although I don't know what he can be proud of, the outburst and the magician who has no magic power has bought a title that cannot be hereditary: "Especially Miss Ben's protection is also necessary for you, you are a warrior, and you have no way to detect magic at all!--In this way, I, as a mage, can help you reluctantly...... A lifetime or something. ”

The voice is a little quiet.

But Cybertron heard it!---I can only pretend not to hear it!This young lady is not mentally normal, isn't she? She is very good-looking, how can her brain follow the water? Could it be that people in this age are like this?

As he passed by the shops on both sides of the main gate in the north of the city, Cybertron suddenly felt a chill! Cold, really cold! A biting chill from the depths of his soul! With a thrill all over his body, Cybertron subconsciously stood still.

This main road is a [boulevard] that can provide two horse-drawn carriages to travel side by side, after all, it is one of the two main roads in the city. The shops on both sides are also in business, making the flow of people of all races endless. Bull-headed merchants who purchased, lion-headed mercenaries standing on the streets, peasants who went into the city to deliver goods, laborers waiting for work, and so on -- the time was eleven o'clock in the morning, when there were many people.

Cybertron keenly spotted a man in the crowd - a ...... who had just entered the city, to be exact.

Mercenary.

This mercenary is covered in heavy armor, which can be said to be the kind of gothic armor that is tightly sealed, simple, full of functional beauty, and angular, and you can see that it is well mobile at a glance. It's all made of jet-black and shiny steel, and its whole body is covered in this heavy armor, but there is no restriction on its movement. A small, unpretentious two-handed sword rested at his waist, the only thing that didn't feel right...... Probably the mercenary's helmet.

It feels like it's going to fall off your neck at any moment.

"How...... What's wrong?Why don't you leave?" asked puzzledly, apparently dissatisfied with Cybertron's sudden stop: "Go, go, go, mom is waiting for you-are you hungry? I'll treat you to ...... when you get home."

"Let go of me. Cybertron's eyes narrowed, and his throat began to whine subconsciously: "Someone is going to kill me - I'm in danger, get out of the way!"

"Eh, don't you want to scare me—I ......"

"Do you think I'm trying to scare you!?" he shoved his boss's daughter away, then ......

Almost the next second, he was also "discovered".

Cybertron and the other looked at each other, and even the other party looked stunned. Suddenly, even the surrounding crowd was stunned by the mercenary who suddenly stopped, and the atmosphere couldn't help but become weird.

"Ahh

A sound popped out of the mercenary's helmet, which can be said to be quite ...... Sweet voice, sounds like a girl's. Chainmail pointed his finger at Cybertron, and his voice trembled in disbelief, "I...... Is it too late...... No, I don't feel it......"

I muttered for a long time, and then ......

Slowly drawing his sword, he walked towards Cybertron step by step, and said word by word: "Evil undead!--give me back my head!"

In a different tone and tone, the Headless Horseman began to say again: "Return my head, and I will give you eternal death!—the undead, feel the cold of hell and the punishment of blood!"

Good secondary two!

Speaking of evil undead, this foot knight is amazing...... He took off his helmet. Even more strikingly, underneath the helmet - she had no head! Immediately after, a thick black gas emanated from her neck and body.

"Huh?" Cybertron was stunned for a moment, and then cold sweat began to flow down.

"None...... Headless Horseman?"Done!" has something to discuss...... it!"

Before Cybertron could finish speaking, the knife on the other side had already arrived.

The most annoying thing is the headless horseman!

Cybertron hurriedly pushed away the eldest lady beside him, and the other party fell to the ground in surprise. He hurriedly drew his two two-handed giant swords, and it was completely too late.

With a "poof", the opponent's two-handed sword plunged into Cybertron's left forearm, and the flesh was more than two inches into it. Cybertron took a big step back in an instant, avoiding the key position. The two giant swords struck a heroic backhand, but the other party took it lightly.

"What......?" I knew that the Headless Horseman was against the sky, but I didn't expect the other party to come to this point!

"O Spirit!-" he shouted a slogan that he didn't know what he was saying, and he didn't know where the other person was coming from. Ethereal, a burst of blood breath surged up again, and the black aura around the Headless Horseman suddenly turned red. Immediately afterward, another sword slashed down—

"Don't ......" Although it didn't hurt much, it left a bloody mark on Cybertron's shoulder: "It hurts!-Headless Horseman! I'm going to do it for real!-"

"Damn the undead scourge, give me my head back! Don't talk to me like that with my face. The other party did not give up, and continued to attack violently. A two-handed giant sword is like a master of war, dancing like a tiger. Perhaps the most incomprehensible thing is why she would take on Cybertron's berserk with two giant swords in such a relaxed manner. It seems that fending off Cybertron's two-handed sword is like fending off the attack of a toothpick. And every time the other party concentrated her body, it seemed that the fight only knocked out the black gas around her body, and there was a tight shield shrouded in a faint mist around her body.

"Power and glory, blood and thunder!" This time it's done! Maybe I'm really going to die here! He roared hoarsely, urging the crazy blood of his own race - if he wants to live, he can't let the soul of the earthlings dominate the muscles and nerves now: "For the tribe! Victory or death!--The sword is in the man!The blade storm!!"

A battle cry and blood splattered in all directions—Cybertron's two-handed weapons danced like two windmills. It turned into two destructive sword dance storms. In this state of rage, Cybertron has no pity, no regret, no fear, he feels that there is nothing to hinder him - except death, but death does not matter at this time!

The residents and mercenaries of Canafon are all old fritters, and this kind of thing is seen every day like Dabao. So everyone searched for the snow in front of their own door, and they hid in the shortest time.

The Headless Horseman seemed to have been overwhelmed by this frantic attack, and slashed at the Headless Horseman's armor - a knife that actually began to scar the Headless Horseman's body.

And then......

The scars on the other party's body, even the scars on the armor, disappeared with that instant "healing".

...... Damn, how do you play this?!