Printhis and a group of young nobles stood on the second floor, watching the battle below.

A warrior, storming the manor, is rampage through the garden.

A large number of guards surrounded him, and there were also professional guards who joined him.

At first, the warrior was so arrogant that he could kill a guard with almost a single breath.

But with the addition of the professional, not only did the killing efficiency of the opponent decrease, but also the movement and movement were controlled.

"Enemies of evil, enemies of injustice." Principus shook the wine glass in his hand and smiled, "He really thinks he's amazing?" ”

"He seems to be the same warrior who killed the son of a marquis last time." There was a young man next to him who looked at the battle below, and somehow, his body trembled a little: "I remember his appearance." ”

"Can he really be resurrected?" Principus became interested, he looked down for a while, and then said: "Although he is quite brave, his swordsmanship is too rough, his combat experience is also very poor, and his immortal body seems to give him enough courage, but that's all." ”

The young man next to him muttered to himself, "But he can be resurrected." ”

"When it comes to resurrection, the lich is even more powerful." Principis laughed, "But do you think the lich has become a climate?" ”

At this time, Blake also took a wine glass, walked up from the main hall to the second floor, and then came to the balcony.

"That kid is crazy." Blake exclaimed: "I watched outside for a while, and I felt that he was going to break through the defense, and I was afraid, so I came up." ”

Principus shook his head: "He can't come up, he can't even enter the door of the main hall." ”

Sure enough, he soon lost his strength, and was nailed to the ground by several spears, and then arrows rained down, turning him into a hedgehog.

But until this time, he was not completely dead, he lay on the ground, looked at the balcony on the second floor, remembered the appearance of those young nobles, and then used all his strength, raised his right hand, and compared his middle finger.

That's when I breathed.

The young nobles were so frightened by his boldness that it took a while for anyone to speak.

Principus was surprised and said, "Like, really like!" ”

"Like what?"

"It's a lot like Hardy." Principis touched his brow with his finger and swiped it slightly: "His eyes seem to be the same kind of pride as Hardy." ”

Blake frowned and said, "Why can't I see that?" ”

"Because you don't have the talent for it." Principis smiled, "If he can be resurrected next time, let someone try to contact him and see if they can pull him to our side." ”

"You gave up on Hardy?"

"How is that possible?" Principus smiled very happily: "Hardy is different, he is a nobleman. ”

Blake rolled his eyes.

The next day, the news of the attack on the Lion Sect spread throughout the city.

And then he really became famous in Boris.

The main thing is that this guy died once before, and he shouted at that time that he would get up from hell, and no one believed it, naturally no one wanted him, and no one wanted to remember a dead man.

But now it's different, and people are surprised to find that this guy really seems to be able to be resurrected.

At Jeanne's house, Honorine looked Hardy up and down, her eyes full of disbelief and admiration.

"Is that resurrected warrior your friend or one of your men?"

Hardy laughed, "It's not all, he should actually be a friend of Ms. Peach." ”

"But how do you know he's going to do it?"

"Guess."

"Guess?" Inoline was skeptical.

Seeing her like this, Hardy didn't explain it anymore.

At this time, the maid came to report: "Madam, there is a nobleman outside, claiming to be from the Eckerd family. I want to see Lord Hardy. ”

"Ask him to come in." Inoline then looked at Hardy: "Don't be tempted by beauty. ”

Both of them knew who it was who was coming.

"I'm only interested in beautiful women." Hardy had to repeat the phrase again.

"I hope so."

By the time Anoline had gone up to the second floor, Principis had just walked in.

When he saw Hardy, he showed a lovely smile: "Are you interested in visiting my house?" ”

"Eckerd's manor?"

"No, it's my own little estate."

"Hmm...... This ......"

"I have a lot of books to read." Principis smiled and seducted, "It's not much less than the library." ”

Hardy actually wanted to go and come back with a few copies in his heart, but on the surface he was still unmoved.

"I still have a lot of good quality swords there, do you want to take a look?"

The character that Hardy has now set up is a young genius who is very powerful in swordsmanship and very sincere.

When he heard this, he said excitedly: "It's no problem, lead the way." ”

"You really like weapons and swordsmanship."

"Men like it, right?"

"I don't really like it."

Hardy was a little surprised: "Then you still collect so much?" ”

"It's all given by someone else."

Hardy looked envious.

"If you like, you can come to my manor at any time in the future." Principus smiled sweetly.

"If you have time, you will."

Hardy planned to visit Printhias's house as a regular in the name of 'sword appreciation', but once he became familiar with it, he consulted her family's books.

Even if you can't find any 'clues', you can enrich your knowledge.

The two got into the carriage.

As soon as Hardy came up, he noticed a faint scent in the carriage.

Principis sat across from him, his hands on his thighs, and looked very quiet: "Hardy, what kind of girl do you think is a good girl?" ”

"I can communicate with your soul." Hardy thought for a moment and explained, "She can understand and understand what you say, she is a good girl." ”

Principus smiled crookedly: "So you will find such a girl as a wife in the future?" ”

"No!"

Principus blinked, not knowing why.

Hardy said seriously, "I like pretty, big breasts, long legs. It doesn't matter if she is connected to my soul or not. ”

At this moment, Prinz's eyes widened like brass bells.

It wasn't until the carriage came to a stop at the manor that she came to her senses.

"Hardy, you're really ...... Larger than life. ”

Hardy looked at Principis with disgust: "What is different! This is the idea that all men in the world will have, men don't like white and thin, only like big waves and long legs. Don't say you don't like it! ”

"Oh......" Principis looked helpless, not knowing what to say or how to refute.

After all, Hardy's thoughts are actually normal.

"Do you think that a wife just needs to be pretty?" Principis looked at Hardy with a puzzled face: "Doesn't she know you, and it doesn't matter?" ”

Hardy laughed twice: "I saw such a sentence in a certain book: as long as you can hold on to a woman's belly for more than half an hour, she will love you, admire you, respect you, and dedicate everything to you." ”

Principia's face was almost black.