"I'm sorry, I refuse." Fran shook his head. Although she knew that rejecting Inkaka in front of so many people would inevitably disgrace her, what did this have to do with Fran? What the revelator said before was not wrong, Fran was originally a selfish person. Doing things you don't like because you take care of other people's face, this is the selflessness of fools, and it is also the epitaph of the noble.

What's more, who knows what this strange girl has in mind, what happened in the lavender tailor's shop before, Inaka still owes Fran an explanation.

"Sure enough, it's your style." Unable to refuse, Arca reached out to remove the bow from her white arm, letting go of her hand, and letting the ribbon slowly fall onto the box under the influence of gravity. Her eyes were full of clarity, and she looked at Fran with those beautiful eyes like a galaxy, "Then, I have another gift." A war letter, Valkyrie's war book under the feast. ”

Show one’s true colors in the end!

Moxiso put the wine back on the short table and sat up straight, looking down without blinking. Morgan, who drank cold beer as he wished, wiped the remaining liquor from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, "I just said that the little girl suddenly came out like this, and it turned out that she finally came back." ”

Moxiso was silent.

Valkyrie and Feast is the hottest topic in Olin City lately, and it's also a hot topic in major gambling houses, with daily prize pools accumulating at a terrifying rate, and odds are always changing. During the Dimensional Exchange Conference, there were countless people or monsters who watched closely at the battle between the two types of armor on the surface, which was actually the battle between the Patriarch Precision Gear and the emerging institution Valhalla.

For some time now, Moxiso has been busy with how to reduce the mental pollution of the feast so that ordinary elite knights can also drive. But after a period of research, Moxiso had to recognize the reality that reducing the ubiquitous mental pollution without compromising the performance of the feast was no longer a scientific research task that could be completed in a short period of time.

However, in the end, all this has nothing to do with the Fran who has already become famous and is ready to retire, and the real headache is a guy like Moxiso who is in the center of the storm. It is true that he had the idea of begging Fran to come back and continue the test drive feast, but after a short period of thought, he had no choice but to give up that idea. After all, he couldn't go against his conscience and pull the little guy who might have been out of this chaotic vortex back to the center of the storm again.

Of course, this also has to do with the undisguised doting of Furlong by the feasters.

But......

What is the letter of war from Akka at this time?

Is it His Majesty's will?

But the feast has been successfully test-driven, and it is only a matter of time before the mental pollution is lowered and a qualified knight is found, and there is no need to press a favored family so hard.

Connected to some undercurrents in the corners of Orin City, Moxiso kept thinking, countless information was integrated by him, and then extracted the useful and discarded the useless, and finally the chaotic thoughts were sorted out by him into a rough intelligence network, but between this net, a large piece was missing.

And the missing piece is the Valhalla and Valkyrie that suddenly appeared, as well as a long-dead seal and the so-called state religion!

Project Prometheus!

Moxiso had a flash of inspiration, and then a cold sweat gradually oozed out, wetting the shirt inside the gown.

What is that Your Majesty seeking?

Moxiso was shocked in his heart, and at this time he realized that he had been like Morgan, and what he had been exposed to was only part of Prometheus' plan!

There are deeper things that have been hidden by that majesty very deeply.

Fran sat on the high platform, his eyes thoughtful, and his eyes swept over the feasters who were happily eating delicious food. After a short time, he sighed, then closed his purple eyes, and when he opened them again, they were already calm. He said in a flat voice to the cold girl in the audience, "As you wish." I'll dress up for a feast and have a knightly duel with you. ”

Inaka bowed his head and said coldly, "In this way, Fang is the person I like." Then the perfect armor is born to belong to you. Other people's involvement is tantamount to blasphemy. ”

Then, without waiting for Fran to answer, his body turned, and he returned to his throne like an empress in the crisp voice of high heels and in the eyes of everyone with different looks.

In a distraction, the beer can in Morgan's hand slammed to the ground, and half a can of beer was slowly flowed out, and the aroma of malt spread out at an inopportune time.

It was still the waiter, there seemed to be a little murderous intent on the standard smile, Morgan smiled and apologized, and then turned his head to look at his friend, "That's really what Nizi thinks in her heart?" It's really strange, she can't look down on so many young talents in Olin City, and then she meets a demon a few times, and she ...... Liked? ”

Moxiso recovered from the shock, and Morgan's familiar sneer rang out, "Young talent? You mean the rubbish that lies on a woman's belly and talks about it? No kidding. Morgan, you wouldn't think a lion would fall in love with a skunk, would you? ”

Morgan smashed his mouth and wanted to open another can of cold beer, but when he saw a waiter whose eyes were always wandering around his vital point, he could only give up in a sneer, as if unintentionally, "That Nizi seems to have said something very sensitive." Born to belong to ...... Tsk, I'm afraid the little guy Fran can't be at peace lately. ”

"Do you think he will care about this after he takes that war letter?" Moxiso was clearly in a good mood.

"I didn't expect that little guy to figure it out." Morgan hurriedly touched a can of cold beer while a waiter was going somewhere else, and after a "bang", he took a sip of it.

"Why can't you figure it out?" Mo Xin, who had been immersed in solving the feast, reached out and touched a can of beer, "That stupid third princess dares to kick her nose in the face like that, you have to be a little angry if you are a man." ”

Moxiso sighed, not arguing with the brute bear, who had always been tenacious, but took a sip of red wine, "There is a strange fish along the coast, called pufferfish, highly venomous, but the flesh is delicious, in order to protect themselves, they have evolved a special structure, their skin has sharp spikes, once they sense a threat, they will puff up their bodies, those spikes will stand up and attack anyone who dares to touch it. ”

Mosin took a sip of beer, "Understood, it's that little Fran senses danger and needs to grow thorns." ”

Moxiso looked at Mosin in surprise. This brute bear summed it up quite accurately this time.

It made the latter shout rather dissatisfied, "Look at what you see!" I've got some brains. ”

"Some, but not much." Standard Moxisso-esque sarcasm.

Morgan was a little surprised, "I don't think you're happy, it's clear that Furlong has changed his mind and wants to continue the test drive." I also promised to help you fight Valhalla. ”

"Huh." Moxiso scoffed, "I removed most of the non-essential devices to reduce the mental pollution of the feast, and now because that imp has changed his mind, my recent work has been in vain. How happy do you think I can be? ”

Mosin let out a snort from his nose, and even though he had done his best to make his humming tinge with sarcasm, it was a humming sound similar to some kind of mammalian satisfaction: "If you want me to say, Tsundere should have retired a long time ago......"

Seeing that Moxiso's hand was already clenched, Morgan coughed and hurriedly changed the topic in a round, "Isn't it good to put those removed ones on it?" ”

Through Moxiso's pale mask, Morgan could clearly perceive the kind of Moxiso's exclusive dislike that was expressed on that damn face, "You forgot, this kid is about to enter the growth period, how can he wear the old clothes from before?" ”

Morgan was silent, then patted Mosin on the shoulder beside him, "You were right. ”

Mosin stared at Mosin with somewhat confused eyes, looked at Moxiso, and then at Morgan, and before the boat of the triang's friendship was overturned, he finally found a question that was enough to divert the subject:

"You say, does Fran know he's going to hit nines?"

Morgan thinks, Morgan is silent.

Mosin thinks, Mosin is silent.

The culprit, Moxiso, remained silent, and then silently considered whether he should use some of the forbidden techniques at the bottom of the box on the feast.

"Is this your choice?" The feaster asked Fran with a smile.

Fran nodded, "Yes." ”

"Grow savagely, then, my child."

The revelator smiled gently.

"Meow ~ The warm father-son scene ends here Meow ~ Now is the intimate time of the cat master and the shovel officer Meow ~" The dark cloud jumped into Fran's arms, "Meow ~ Little Fran, come on, share your feelings Meow~"

"Thoughts?" Fran was a little puzzled.

"About facing such a ...... Meow when you feel about a beautiful and delicious gift~" Dark Cloud put his little head under Fran's palm, signaling the shovel officer who had no eyesight to hurry up and smooth the hair for the cute kitten.

Unceremoniously knocked on the little head of the dark cloud, "It sucks." ”

The dark clouds didn't fight back against the meow meow fist of love this time, but just meowed gloatingly, "Meow ~ Take a look at a certain grudge little sister, you may think it's even worse Meow~"

Fran's hand stiffened, and he raised his eyes to look in a certain direction, and Mo Lin was holding a wine glass with an elegant posture, and was looking down to taste a delicacy that he could not name. It seems that everything is normal, except for a certain Poison who is also gloating.