Back in the day, Davide was in the Imperial Wind and Moon Field, and he encountered countless rivals, including many skilled romance masters, but they were defeated in front of him.

So on this issue, he had a lot of say, and when he heard that Modusic seemed to be a little questioning of his ability, he couldn't help but squint and snort, "You treat me as a three-year-old child, and you can't even handle a single rival in love?"

"Not really," Mordschic kept his usual smile, the main entrance of the General's Mansion was already in sight, "It's just that this person's identity is a little special." ”

"Oh?" Davide subconsciously slowed down, his expression a little more serious, "Which son is he? Mister or Boyol?"

"He's just an earl in the southern countryside," Mordschic shook his head again, kindly reminded, "but he's also a magician, and the Viscount should not take him lightly." ”

As one of the heads of the Imperial Intelligence Ministry, Modesic was well aware of Davide's tricks. When he is jealous of others, what he is best at is bullying others. And after being promoted to the high rank, he fell in love with the so-called fair duel, anyway, because of his identity and relationship with King Nacini, others would never dare to attack him with all their might.

"It turned out to be a trickster ......" Davide breathed a sigh of relief, the Snowton Empire was established by force, and there were very few powerful magicians. He didn't think that a certain rural nobleman could cultivate to such a high and profound level. At most, just put a small fireball and show it off in front of Madame and Miss.

"I forgot, Lord Viscount is no longer what it used to be. Mordschic smiled silently and flattered, "A mere magician, how can you take it seriously." ”

"Of course......" Davide's self-confidence was highly inflated, and he looked left and right with satisfaction. By chance, its strength has increased unimaginably, but it is in accordance with the needs of the Empire for secrecy. But he couldn't say it directly, and he scratched his heart every day. Now there is finally a guy who understands the inside story and slaps him on the back. greatly satisfied the vanity of this guy, and he was so fluttering that he almost flew into the sky.

"Look, it's the dark-haired guy. As they spoke, they had arrived at the gate of the General's Mansion. Modesic tugged at the corners of Davide's clothes. Pointing to himself.

Under a tree outside the main entrance, two people were standing, talking in a low voice.

Among them, the young people facing them are slender and straight, with the temperament of a jade tree facing the wind, but they are not as flashy as the nobles of Norman City, and they are as pure as pines and cypresses in the mountains.

Davide's gaze swept over him, and then condensed on the other guy. Black dress, black hair. It should be what Modesic said, his "rival in love".

The attitude of the Tsing Yi concierge is really strange. Allegri always felt that something was wrong.

The old general Kudran may have gone out to inspect it, but there was no reason for the little officer to return his name. Although he did not pay much attention to the etiquette of the nobles, after thinking carefully for a while, he still found many strange places.

It stands to reason that when a guest comes to visit the host but is not there, the other party will accept his name and gifts, and clearly inform him when the old general is free, so as not to make the guest empty again. But the porter just casually dropped a sentence and walked away without looking back.

Looking at his appearance, it doesn't seem like he is explaining, but the meaning of evicting customers is stronger.

Nor can we expect any constructive advice from Dargnan on such issues. Allegri discussed with him for a moment, but decided to go back to the door and leave the gift behind.

Allegri was just about to turn around when a tall figure bumped into him, Davide put his hand on his shoulder, turned his head sideways and asked, "Brother, what do you call it?"

"Who are you?" Allegri subconsciously broke free, but he was just recovering from a serious illness, his body was weak, and the other party was a high-level warrior, so he couldn't shake it at all.

Dargnan's eyes froze, secretly examining the intentions of the comer, and when he found that Modesic was not far away, he temporarily put down his intention to make a move. In front of the officials of the Empire, it was impossible for this knight to hurt anyone. Besides, Onisha had told her in advance that if it wasn't a critical moment, it was best to refrain as much as possible.

"Brother, what are you doing at this gate?" Davide asked with no heeding his inquiry, reaching out and clasping Allegri's neck. In the eyes of the Viscount, this guy must be hiding here, waiting for Fennie to come out for a tryst, no wonder the girl was absent-minded all afternoon, ignoring her love, it turned out that she was going to steal the man.

Allegri was not short, but he was a little weak because of the magician's physique. What's more, he was a little dazed by the sudden attack of this guy, and he didn't understand what situation he was facing, and responded with a confused face,

"I'm here to visit the old general Kudran, who are you, have we met before?"

"General?" Davide couldn't believe this kind of nonsense, and laughed weirdly, "I think I'm here to visit Miss, right?"

"What miss, did you recognize the wrong person?" Allegri didn't expect that Mordschic had secretly led the trouble to himself, and asked in confusion. He is not Illo, he doesn't have so many vague debts in Norman City, and the so-called young lady has no impression at all.

"Don't play dumb in front of Lao Tzu. Davide snorted coldly and subconsciously slapped Allegri on the back of the neck, a move he liked very much, learned from a popular knightly novel. Especially when it is used to intimidate others, it makes him feel particularly cold.

"Stay away from Fennie in the future, or Hugh will blame me for being ruthless. Seeing that Allegri was too frightened to squeak, Davide nodded in satisfaction, pushed him away, and threatened him fiercely.

"What Fenny?" Allegri felt wronged, he did have some impression of the name, but he couldn't remember it for a moment, let alone any emotional entanglements.

"Yo, you don't admit it?" Davide, who was about to turn around and leave, suddenly became a little unhappy. He has always been civilized and polite, and he pays the most attention to courtesy before soldiers, and the first time is usually just a verbal warning, but he will not act rashly.

But why isn't this kid interesting? (To be continued......)

PS: (2000 words.) ）