The blades broke through the air, but they didn't die.

At the moment when the long sword fell, the light of the sword light lit up in the distance, and then turned into a blood-colored rainbow, flying around the field. The sound of the collision was not heard at all, and the weapons in the hands of the knights all collapsed, and after a while, they fell to the ground one after another, ping pong, and the sound was loud.

"Since when did the noble knight of the golden hibiscus flower become a lackey who is jealous of others?"

For a knight who values honor above a qiē, this is a naked humiliation. Even the heavy sword knight, who had always been unfazed, had a flash of anger in his eyes.

They were so excited that they ignored Allegri and Dargnan and immediately turned around, but the boiling emotions quickly cooled into ice after seeing the faces of the comers.

"What are you doing here, attacking the nobles of the Empire in the streets and sabotaging the plans of the Southern Expedition?" the knife drawer continued to reprimand as he stood in front of the burning carriage, flames raging behind him, like the anger floating on his face.

After a moment's silence, all the knights hung their heads, speechless, and did not even have the courage to defend themselves.

Looking at the whole of Snowton, only this lord can make the proud knights honest, like the children who make mistakes in front of Mr. Teach. Because he is a legend on the battlefield, the ultimate among martial artists, and one of the strongest people standing at the peak of the continent, the "Blood Drinking Demon Knife", Carter Roman.

Allegri stood up with Dargnan's support, and he couldn't have imagined that the person who would save his life in the end would be Caterman. The relationship between the two is definitely not harmonious, and he has no good impression of this cold-blooded general who single-handedly subverted An Lan.

Carter Roman, it seems, didn't bother with his interests. This peerless swordsman is carrying his hands behind him. Coldly looking at the knights who were standing with their heads bowed, they seemed to be thinking about what to do.

The rain-soaked face towel could not stop his penetrating gaze, and Carter Roman had already recognized the identity of the leader and his motives. It's self-explanatory. But what made him hesitate was not the gentlemanly royal children, but the elite soldiers in front of him.

The empire's southern expedition is imminent, how can it cut off its own arm, but the person concerned is on the side, if he does nothing, how can he explain to Allegri?

The heavy sword knight who took the lead in the "General's ......" suddenly stepped forward. Opening. The moment they recognized Cat Roman's identity, the knights' hearts were like ashes. Attacking the nobles who had joined the empire in the streets, their behavior was so bad that if they were stabbed out, no one would be able to save them. As the leader, he knew that the situation was irreversible, so he wanted to take all the responsibility on himself. As for the robes that were born and died next to them, how many can be saved. Just a few.

"Shut up, there's no room for you to talk here!" Carter Roman sensed the determination in his eyes. hurriedly raised his voice and scolded. He paced back and forth a few steps, secretly weighed it, and finally decided to give favoritism,

"You guys, go back to the barracks immediately, and go to the Judge Advocate General's Office tomorrow to claim the punishment. If you dare to do it again, I will cut off your heads with my own hands. ”

Hearing this, several knights couldn't help but be stunned, looked at each other for a moment, and their faces showed gratitude at the same time.

"Don't get out of here!" heard the sound of a carriage in the distance. Cartroman's ears trembled slightly, and he waved his hand and cursed, as if he was driving cattle and sheep.

The knights did not dare to say more, hurriedly picked up the long swords scattered on the ground, turned around and left.

During this process, Allegri leaned against the high wall, quietly watching the occurrence without making any statement.

It was only at this time that Carter Roman, who seemed to have discovered his existence, turned around and greeted him in a warm voice,

"Master Allegri, we meet again, I will deal with it like this, do you have any objections?"

"It's good. Allegri glanced at him and replied nonchalantly. But looking at his current appearance, gray-haired, rain-soaked black hair, and locks hanging down next to his pale cheeks, it doesn't look like "it's good".

"They are all elites in the army, and they have a last resort to offend the master," very rarely, Carter Roman, who actually took the initiative to explain, "The southern expedition is imminent, and the empire is at the time of employing people, I hope the master can be considerate and allow them to stand guilty-"

"What about the future?" Allegri interrupted him with some rudeness.

"I promise, this kind of thing will never happen again," Cat Roman was slightly stunned, and then resolutely expressed his attitude, "As for the main messenger behind it, it has nothing to do with me or the military, please rest assured." ”

Allegri stopped squeaking and nodded silently. At this moment, a carriage slowly stopped at the entrance of the alley, unremarkable, without any insignia on the body, and nothing else that could identify it.

It wasn't long before the curtain opened, and someone came with an umbrella and walked straight to them. When he got closer than ten paces, Allegri was surprised to find that it was the young official who was in charge of receiving him, Modusic.

"Lord Count," he ignored Cartroman, and Cartroman, who ignored the upstart of the Empire, Mordecic walked straight up to Allegri and handed over the oil-paper umbrella in his hand,

"Your Majesty, please get in the car and talk about it. ”

Falling rain.

The dim flames gradually thinned out, and the water and fire intensified, and at first there was smoke coming out, and finally only patches of broken ashes remained, and it was extremely desolate.

The three of them just stood in place, letting the cold rain pour down. Modesic had already handed the umbrella to Allegri, and at this time subconsciously shrunk his shoulders. Cattroman still stood with his hands in a dashing manner, and there was no trace of his strength around him, but the raindrops quietly avoided it in fear.

Dargnon slowly adjusted his breathing and looked at the teacher's back with some concern. Nine times out of ten, the surprise attack came from Davide's direction, and on a deeper level, it was not unrelated to the connivance of King Nacini.

Even if he has no old feelings, just a simple follower, King Nacini should not have such a cold attitude. Evasive, indifferent, and all the while, the temptations of the Snowton nobles have been met with such responses. Finally, driven by various reasons, Davide brazenly sent troops to try to commit murder in the streets.

At this time, King Nacini came in a hurry, and even sent a legendary master to stop the situation from deteriorating further. The attitudes before and after are completely different, and the confusing places are elusive.

It's the hardest to guess the emperor's heart, and that's true.

"Dahl...... Niang, huh?" and as if he couldn't bear the loneliness, Cartroman's sudden smile began, "We'll meet again." (To be continued......)

PS: (Today.) ）