"What does she mean by that?"

There was a hint of anger in the voice of the third prince who was said to be in the sore spot, if it weren't for this fashion and at someone else's banquet, he would definitely let Inaka know what kind of elder and young are inferior!

Dugou had just the right smile on his face, "The little girl's family always has some temper. His Royal Highness has a golden body, so he doesn't have to worry so much about a woman. ”

The third prince sneered, looked at the down-to-earth and capable Dugou beside him, and his heart moved, "Although that Nizi is a little colder, if you don't mind, how about I give her to you as a concubine after you help me ascend the throne?" ”

His voice was undisguised, apparently deliberately intended to be heard by the nearby Inaka.

Inaka turned his head and looked at his half-brother, but he just shook his head, and there was not even a change in the expression on his cold face.

Dugou smiled kindly at this girl who was the sixth princess of the empire on the surface, but secretly a high-level Valhalla. No matter what the other party's purpose is, whether it is from the will of the palace or not, but the other party did not stop himself after all.

Looking at the three princes beside him, who were gradually drinking, Dugou sneered in his heart, and then changed to a concerned look, and greeted the three princes with cold and warmth.

"Aren't you going up yet?" Moxiso looked at Morgan, who was eating and drinking, "For now, your gift is a nice little thing." The longer you delay, the more you'll lose the face to take out that thing after those beings make a move. ”

When Morgan heard this, he was so anxious that he even choked a little, and he took a few sips of cold beer heroically, and finally calmed down.

Moxiso sipped the wine leisurely, and as for what deliberately picked the time or something. How could it be something he did?

"Are you really okay?" Morgan asked, frowning.

Moxiso sneered: "Distressed? ”

Morgan rolled his eyes, apparently sensing the mockery in someone's words, "Sorry, I'd love to throw that thing out." ”

On the side, Mosin pinched a can of beer and came up, "What? ”

Morgan patted the box with the staggered swords etched on the side, "Remember that downtown revolver?" ”

A subconscious force, the malty aroma of liquor squirted out from the already shriveled beer can, and then hit a waiter who was unlucky enough to come home, the servant took a few deep breaths, almost unable to continue to play his role, and the killing intent had already emanated from the servant's clenched palm.

"I mean, you three did it on purpose, right?" A female voice mixed with anger mixed with a bit of grievance sounded.

"Damn, you're a woman?"

It's going to be broken, it's going to be broken, and the mask called sanity is going to be completely shattered under someone's mouth.

Moxiso looked at the poor man who was almost furious, and Morgan, who was already outspoken on the side, coughed, and hurriedly got into a round, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, these two friends of mine don't know the rules......"

God knows how much courage he mustered when he said that these two goods were his friends.

The servant could no longer maintain that standardized smile, her eyebrows filled with anger, and then she stared at Morgan viciously for a moment, then turned and left the hall.

The servant, who can no longer play the role, has lost the qualification to stand on the stage.

Moxiso sighed, looked at Morgan and told him a very serious matter without the slightest hesitation.

"You're done, it's done in every sense." Moxiso gave Morgan a sympathetic look, and then, when Morgan was confused, said in a low voice, "Lady Crazy is sitting on it......"

Morgan stiffened when he heard this, then his body trembled violently, and he turned his head a little stiffly, looking at the high platform, but he happened to look at some bored and charming woman.

Lady Madness......

...... on it

Sitting......

And the above......

There is only one female......

Morgan stiffly smiled and turned his head stiffly.

"To put it simply, the current situation may be that the two of you, in front of the invigilator, let a candidate explode and abandon the test. ”

He pretended to touch his chin, and then smiled a little playfully, "If it were an ordinary invigilator, they might not care too much, but with the usual temperament of the crazy lady......"

The second half of the sentence no longer needs to be uttered by Moxiso, as the head of the Inquisition Bureau, Morgan is not very familiar with the temperament of these gods, but he still knows a little.

Especially the crazy lady's signature love to join in the fun and love to make the fun!

As soon as he thought about it, Morgan only felt that his future life would not be too easy. Looking at the ashen Morgan, Moxiso gradually extinguished his teasing thoughts, and turned to comfort, "I won't tease you, don't worry." That being could not have been directed against an ordinary mortal. ”

Of course, there was one rather important thing that he didn't say explicitly about Morgan's mental capacity, but not everyone was as empathetic as he was......

"But, in general, candidates who abandon the exam are more angry than the proctor......" Mosin interjected at an inopportune time.

Looking at Morgan's hopeless expression after thinking about it, Moxiso sighed faintly, "Are you really stupid or fake?" ”

Mosin didn't speak, threw the shriveled can in his hand onto Morgan's short table, grabbed the napkin on the side of the table and wiped the wine on his hands, "Then again, Morgan, are you really going to give that wicked revolver to Fran?" ”

Morgan nodded numbly, "Well, you know my situation. There's nothing I can give away, and that's all I can give away in the trial bureau. ”

Mosin looked at the gray-haired man in front of him, in fact, in the final analysis, there was not much age difference between him and Morgan, and even at a certain time, the two were comrades-in-arms. But after not seeing each other for many years, this man faded away from the blood and fire cultivated on the battlefield, leaving only the sophistication of the people who have been rounded by the years.

But maneuvering between many nobles and institutions did not give this giggling man an occasional bit of a wretch, not to mention more than ten years of promotion, and did not have much savings, only a burrow to store some items.

After all......

Most of the time he slept in the small director's office......

But it's such a man, let Mo Xin, who had just come down from the front line, go straight to the heretical inquisition, and pull him Meimei to drink several big drinks, no way, such a loving guy, broken swords are rare and tight......

But the fact that ten years of funding the orphans of comrades-in-arms is enough to make those soldiers who are fighting on the front line recognize this middle-aged man with a nest. Not to mention that Morgan has never simply given money, all big and small, as long as he can help, he has never been stingy with his financial and material resources. From housing and employment, to which emcee to choose when getting married, and which hospital to go to when giving birth to a child, Morgan did it all by himself.

Even at a bonfire gathering on the front line of a broken sword, several elders in the family were quite impressed. Several elders even said that Morgan alone held up a small broken sword.

But there is no exaggeration, those comrades-in-arms orphans have gone through more than ten years, and there have been some people who have been generous in various fields.

These young people who are not related by blood are gathered together, but their friendship with each other is far greater than that of the ancient nobles who respect blood.

"What did you prepare?" Morgan suddenly came back to his senses and asked the stupid bear in front of him who was in a daze for no reason.

"Locomotive"

"What?"

"O locomotive! It's two wheels! A locomotive that rushes out with a twist of the handlebar! ”

Morgan was a little shocked, "Of course I am what a locomotive is!" But do you really think that Fran needs that kind of thing? ”

Mo Xin pursed his lips and said stiffly, "Whether you need it or not, a man should need a locomotive that pulls the wind to the blast!" It's a man's romance! ”

"Fuck off! Last time you said that a man's romance is armor! Last time you said that men's romance was beer! Last time you said that a man's romance was a chainsaw! Why are you so easy to get romantic! ”

The corners of Moxiso's mouth twitched, and he sighed faintly as he looked at the two fools who had a tendency to continue to make trouble, feeling like a parent with a child.

"I said, I'm going to give a gift, do you want to be together?"

Morgan Mosin looked at each other and nodded together.

To be honest, don't look at the appearance of the three of them who are not very in tune, but in the Olin forces of this banquet, Morgan, Mosin, and Moxiso, the three guys who pronounce a dime at the beginning, can be regarded as a heavyweight force.

After all, behind the three of them are the Inquisition, the Broken Sword, and the Precision Gear. And these three structures all have a distinctive feature, which is more or less related to the demon, ah no, it should be the dependents of Fran.

Therefore, as soon as the three of them set off, most of the people's eyes were focused on the three of them during the banquet, which made a certain brute bear a little unnatural.

Walking to the bottom of the high platform, the three of them saluted separately, and before they could speak, the crazy lady said with great interest, "Let the concubine think about it, huh...... Inquisition, Morgan, right......"

Morgan coughed lightly, and there was no longer any intention to tremble, without him, Morgan was not the only one standing here at this time, and the dignity of the Inquisition Bureau was behind him.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

A flattering smile appeared on the red lips of the crazy lady, and there was a mocking look between her eyebrows and eyes, "The Inquisition of Heresy is quite interesting, so can you ask Director Morgan to tell the concubine what is heresy?" ”

Morgan here and now is very grateful to the guy who once wrote the charter of the Inquisition Bureau, a guy who has a brain and knows how to leave leeway, "The evil that hurts people is heresy." ”

"Oh~" The crazy lady seemed to want to say something, but was hit on the forehead by the celebrant with a hand knife, and while the corners of her eyes flashed with tears, the mad lady did not forget to open her mouth and bit lightly on the hand of the celebrant to show that she was also very fierce