0128 A duel? Lose the kind that wears small skirts!
Hardy smiled and stopped talking.
Pei Lan was a little reluctant and asked, "How much truth is this news?" ”
"Eight points."
That's already high, too.
Marquis Perran's face changed drastically: "No, I can't waste time and opportunity like this anymore. Udar, you go to Nightingale Street to help me buy a batch of medicine and come back, and I'm going to have a good time before the Temple of Light closes that hallowed place. ”
A short servant rushed out first, and Perrin saluted Hardy and turned to leave.
Hardy shook his head helplessly, and could only wish the other party a good time.
For the next two days, Hardy spent the next two days at the hotel, learning magic.
He held the pale blue battle flag in one hand and a book in the other.
The light divine power that came from the blue battle banner was not only nourishing his soul, but also nourishing his body.
And in the past two days, the goddess of light has not appeared, even with the blue battle flag, she has not appeared.
But in the middle of the night, an unexpected person came.
Lady Anna, who will be invisible.
"I miss you so much, I miss you so much!"
Lady Anna will not say anything else than this.
After appearing in the room with stealth techniques, it was a physical contest between the two.
At the same time, it was another 'Good Friday' for Lady Anna.
Not only did she have to endure the strange sensation of her body and go to sleep in another room.
At the same time, he has to endure the guilt of his husband and endure the torture of morality.
Because many times, the human will cannot resist the instinct of the body.
She gradually felt very comfortable, and the second half of the night had the idea of enjoying it.
It was already dawn, she changed out of her almost soaked clothes, and looked at the rising sun slowly outside, her expression was mixed with joy and sorrow, and it was very contradictory.
On the one hand, she felt refreshed and comfortable, and on the other hand, her own moral outlook was seriously broken.
She had just propped up her body and wanted to take a shower while her husband was not getting up, but she saw another self appear in the room.
Mrs. Anna looked at her other self, who was blushing and had a little 'strawberry' on his neck, and he couldn't help but scold angrily: "How will I face Victor in the future?" I don't want to be a bad woman! ”
"You're not a bad woman, who are?" Mrs. Anna, who knows stealth techniques, snorted coldly: "When you abandon Old Hardy and marry wealth and power, you are no different from Bichi in my eyes!" ”
Lady Anna's face turned pale!
Mrs. Anna, who can be invisible, further poked people's hearts: "You can't face Victor, but are you qualified to face Old Hardy and the current Little Hardy?" Hypocrisy! ”
After she finished scolding, she turned directly into a cloud of light dust and sank into Lady Anna's body.
Lady Anna, on the other hand, held her face in her hands, tears streaming from her fingers.
Hardy naturally didn't know such a sharp contradiction between the two Lady Annas, and he also felt refreshed at this time.
Lady Anna is worthy of being a professional, and can fight with him, and her physical strength is much stronger than that of Lilian, the head maid.
He took a shower, draped himself in a bathrobe, and leaned on the balcony railing, watching the people go by.
Then he saw the Marquis Perrin come out of the carriage.
To be exact, he was helped out, and then he was helped into the hotel.
Hardy's eyesight was quite good, and he could clearly see that the Marquis of Perrin was walking unsteadily on his legs, swinging slightly.
There was an expression on his face that was about to be sucked dry.
Hardy shook his head.
At noon, Hardy received a message from Jeanne's family and asked him to assemble at the manor.
Hardy rushed over with a dozen scouts.
Leaving the scout waiting, he himself entered the manor.
It was noon, the sun was just right, and the main hall was bright.
Lady Sissi wore a pale yellow dress, combed the lady's coiled hair, and her earrings and jeweled necklace shimmered like stars in the light source.
She sat at the head of the long table, and the other lords had not yet arrived, and she was left alone, beautiful and lonely.
It wasn't until Hardy walked up to her, and she heard a voice, and her eyes were numb, that she moved.
"You're early."
"I'm afraid that the other lords will embarrass you, so I'll come over directly." Hardy replied.
Mrs. Sissi smiled, "Thank you for your concern. By the way, I heard that you calculated the Marquis of Perran! ”
"Why did I him?" Hardy was baffled.
"I heard that he fainted in the Temple of Light, and he was illuminated four times by the powerful resuscitation technique before he woke up."
Hardy suddenly realized: "No wonder he looked like he was about to die when he returned to the hotel." It's outrageous to play so fiercely. ”
"Marquis Perrin is a member of the Lion Sect and wants to support the Northern Faction." Lady Sissi smiled slyly: "Today is the royal family's political day, if he can't be there, we support the southern faction, and there will be one less opponent." ”
While she was talking, the lord came in from outside, and then one after another.
During this period, as the new owner of Jeanne's family, she naturally had to greet other people, so she also cut off small talk with Hardy.
When everyone had arrived, Lady Sissi said, "Now I'll make sure again, all of us agree to support the Southerners, right?" ”
The lords didn't speak, and they agreed by default.
"So now make a statistic, how many troops you are willing to send, if not, how much you are willing to contribute, give a quasi-letter." Lady Sissi smiled and said, "In the future, when distributing the merits and loot, it can be used as a reference. ”
A lot of people have reported their own 'answers'.
It fully expresses a basic rule that there is money to pay, and there is no money to pay.
But when the atmosphere was warm, someone suddenly asked: "Mrs. Sissi, I want to know, Your Excellency Hardy, whether to send troops or money!" He's sitting next to you, sitting in the front row, but he's not talking. ”
Hardy was about to speak, when Lady Sissi reached out her right hand and stopped Hardy.
She looked at the middle-aged lord who spoke up and said, "Hadi has just been in Hucaro City for less than half a year, and he is not on the right track. He doesn't need to pay for it, but he still stands here and is willing to accompany us to fight in the Ajja Empire, which in itself is a sign of loyalty and bravery. ”
"Lady Sissi, how many soldiers and logistics funds do you think Your Excellency Hardy can convert into that?"
There is a trap in this statement, which means that Hadi is 'objectified', which is a hidden humiliation for the nobles.
But it really depends on whether the individual minds this statement or not.
Like Hardy, he doesn't care at all.
Lady Sissi turned her head to look at Hardy, and seeing that he was not afraid, her heart was a little relieved, and then she said, "Do you think that the command ability and tactical diversity brought by a nightmare knight can be measured in money?" ”
"I just don't accept it, why can this kid be treated the same as us without having to pay anything."
Lady Sissi wrinkled her beautiful thin eyebrows.
Is this man jealous and has no basic judgment?
The Jeanne family doesn't need such pig teammates.
In the future, we will have to kick him out of the circle of influence of the Jeanna family.
At this time, Hardy smiled: "If you don't accept it, you will fight." White glove duel, life and death, this is not the tradition of our Francie macho! Come or not, Your Excellency. Whoever loses wears black silk stockings, and then wears a small skirt to walk around the street. ”
The crowd laughed, and the madman wanted to duel with the Nightmare Knight.
Or a four-meter-tall Nightmare Knight.
I'm afraid that if I don't get beaten to the point of, I'll have to come out.
This kid looked white and quite weak, and he didn't expect to be so aggressive.
You can't mess with him in the future.
And the lord's face was almost green.
He was not a traditional nobleman and did not like to wear stockings and skirts.
(End of chapter)