Jessdown found a familiar face in the crowd. He walked over calmly, trying his best to appear elegant and mysterious. He restrained his actions according to the aristocratic regulations to avoid looking like a fool. He had to do this because there were many nobles in the crowd around him. At this time, he didn't want to embarrass himself. He even had the courage to stop Vulanna from licking her fingers after eating the donuts, even though she was hit in the lower abdomen afterwards. One punch.
"Hi, Jessdown." Lear nodded to him to welcome you, "You're here."
"I will always show up during busy times like this." Jessdown smiled gracefully.
"Jess, the expression on your face is really weird." Bert "patted" Jest, and the other person's elegant smile immediately disappeared. Bert was satisfied to see that Jest was back to normal, and now he looked like the Jest he was familiar with.
"It hurts, man." Jessdown waved his fist at Bert and pretended, "I'll let you see my fight back another day."
"This can't be considered painful." Bastanay cursed, as if he had been exposed. "I washed dishes in the tavern for a few days. Thanks to Roland for redeeming me. Let me tell you, those few days But this is the pain like the furnace of purgatory - for the sake of face."
"I really want to express my sorrow, but this is quite interesting." Little Orava said nonchalantly. He was sympathetic, but he always added insult to injury. "Anyway, you are standing here now - oh, and you are looking at it angrily. Hold me and look normal and healthy at the same time."
"His Majesty Larov will be very sad if he sees blood today. Don't start a fight." Roland saved a tragedy.
"Ah, yes, but when his carriage comes, you will definitely see his smile." Vader clenched his fists, looking like he had a chance to win, "I just went to the design hall and successfully killed the dragon. The crossbows and new weapons have been modified.¡±
"Look, His Majesty Larov's carriage is coming." Shiluo pointed to a golden carriage in the distance.
Members of the royal family travel in style, and the king is even more grand. Sixteen war horses covered in golden armor dutifully walked forward in small steps, and the horses' legs moved at the same frequency. Well-trained riders act as the king's coachmen, sitting on wooden boards, waving long whips, and wearing neat and gorgeous clothes. At a glance, people cannot bear to mistake them as the retinue of ordinary nobles.
The two groups of knights advanced slowly, exactly the same speed as the carriages. Although they did not wear badges, they could still feel their strong strength. There was no doubt that these people appeared here to protect the king.
Occasionally, a madman would jump out during this ceremony, pull out a deadly dagger, and stab the king in the chest. In this case, the king is just a name and a title, which cannot protect him at all.
The assassinated king is a dishonorable king, so the knights cheered up, raised their spears and tassels, and scanned everything around them vigilantly. Not even the scantily clad girl could keep them from staring for a moment.
There were also three times more guards, spread out among the crowd, well trained to check everyone who came near them.
There are even giant eagles of Coorg hovering in the sky to prevent anyone from attacking from the sky. The mages were also fully prepared, constantly using their mental power to detect and scan possible raiders. Under such strict surveillance, the curse of one out of every five kings being assassinated was finally broken, and the new kings no longer had to walk on the streets in fear.
"What did you think of?" Bastanay looked at the king's carriage longingly, "It's really great."
"" Lear frowned. He became increasingly disgusted with the noise, the golden color, and the nobility. The plains, lakes, and shepherd's huts were calling him from the shadows, making Lear's thoughts of seclusion become hot. Larov was standing on the golden carriage, with a mechanical smile, waving to all around, wearing exquisite clothes, holding a scepter in his right hand, and the Atak Emperor Sword on his waist.
Larov¡¯s mechanical smile made Leer feel very sad.
"Hu Yi?" Leer squeezed Hu Yi's hand, "Do you want a peaceful life?"
"Okay!" Hu Yi said with a smile, "I heard that there is something called a candy tree. The fruits it produces are very sweet! Can we go to the countryside and plant them? li¡ª¡ªear¡ª¡ªli ¡ª¡ªear¡ª¡ª¡±
Leer saw Hu Yi wearing blue shaman claws to cover the black scorch marks on her hands. He kissed Hu Yi gently.
"Some people are beginning to yearn for the days of farmers." Bert whistled. Recently, he has been using frivolous behavior to cover up the great sadness in his heart. "What a good idea. I am carrying a hoe and braving the cold wind and hoping that there will be no drought this year."
"I don't think there's anything wrong with it."Er firmly retorted, "At least you don't have to fight dragons and robbers."
"You live in a remote hut and write one letter a year." Jessdown said dissatisfied. "You use this to repay our six years of brotherhood? Ha! I will hire a few trolls to make trouble at your house. of."
"Yes, yes." Li'er had a headache. "It's become very troublesome to contact you. You all live in the city, while Hu Yi and I stay in the peaceful 'outside the world' This is very unfair to you"
"I think it's unfair to you. It's a remote country, there are no maids, and there are no various enjoyments." Jessdown muttered.
While we were talking, Larov¡¯s carriage had already gone to the next block. People poured into the streets, followed Larov's carriage and gave warm greetings to the new king. This was the most interesting part.
"Your Majesty didn't even look at us." Vader was a little disappointed, "I think I'd better go back and figure out how to shoot the dragon crossbow."
"He was standing alone on the carriage, and it seemed that no one dared to approach him." Bastanay whispered, "It's so boring."
"Isn't there another man in black armor standing next to His Majesty?" Roland asked.
"Yes, who is he?" Little Orava also thought about it. The other person stood next to King Larov like a wooden sculpture. If you just took a quick glance, you would not be able to see his existence at all.
¡°I can feel it¡¯s Kijavo.¡± Bert said, ¡°His aura is so unique.¡±
"The name is a man, and the auraBurt, I didn't expect you to have this hobby." Bastanay took a step back.
"Go away, bastard." Olica said dissatisfiedly, "You shouldn't have such random thoughts."
"Don't blame me for having such thoughts, your chest is as flat as a man's." Bastanay was not going to give in.
"Come here, you bastard Leitning, I have to see if you have the ability to bear the words you say casually." Bert yelled.
Bert saw that the king's carriage had gone away, so he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to defend Orika's honor. Roland managed to separate them, but received a punch in the jaw. The two people said "I'm sorry" to the Paladin at the same time, because they couldn't tell who swung at Roland. The two sides struggled on the stone ground. When they separated, they were both lying on the ground unable to get up. There was no hatred on their faces at all, but an expression of joy after venting their anger.
Shiluo helped Roland lift the two of them separately and threw them on the bench.
"Hey, Li'er." Shiluo waved to Li'er, "How are you doing lately, Fox Yi?"
¡°Woo¡ª¡ª¡± Hu Yi took off his shaman claws, revealing his left hand burned by the phoenix flames.
"Asshole!" Shi Luo's eyes turned red, "What did you let happen to her!"
"You can definitely punch me in the face, but it won't help." Lear clenched his hands.
Roland discovered that men from the Atak Empire, and men who came to the Atak Empire, always had various reasons to fight. As a righteous paladin, he felt it was time to take action to stop the bloodshed.
"Friends, friends," he said, "There is a banquet in the evening. It will not be too late to talk about these things by then."
"Listen." Shi Luo retracted his hands, "Hu Yi is yours, you have to love her well, understand!"
"I know better than you." Lear saw the grumpy side of the lion man, and the aggressive blood in his body began to beat.
"Stop, no fighting." Hu Yi said dissatisfied, "You are ignoring me! Ignoring me!"
Women are men¡¯s biggest nemesis.
"I'm sorry for being late." Delante walked panting while holding a lot of wine. "I went to the tavern and got a lot of good old wine. Come and have a look. The 28-year-old red wine is absolutely Authentic. And burning goldwine of the oceanYou guys are not worth my money, but what day is it today?"
Seeing the generous transformation druids, they no longer cared about humility. They swarmed in and quickly snatched up all the wine. The generous sharer suddenly found that the wine left for him was also missing: "Asshole! One person can only take one bottle, Bastanay, put it down" However, the voice of the resister was too weak, Bastanay After drinking his share in one gulp, he started to deal with Drant's wine. The spicy and burning wine still smelled bitter when it first hit the throat. It didn't take long before they turned into an excellent stimulant.
However, Delant still drank the wine in the end, because Roland had stopped drinking, and the wine in his hand was given to him by someone unknown.
It is very comfortable to drink in the warm breeze in the afternoon, and it is even more refreshing to stand on the free and empty street. The most important thing is that these drinks are not?Pay the money. Free drinks can bring great enjoyment to drinkers.
¡°Everyone walks shoulder to shoulder on the street, which is more crowded than two carriages driving side by side. Those who have lovers hook their lovers, and those who have friends hold on to their friends. There is nothing more joyful than a group of friends, happily drinking and moving forward. As time goes by and as you get older, such opportunities become fewer and fewer. Therefore, everyone cherishes this moment and is intoxicated with youth, friends and drinks.
¡°The one who drinks the wine the slowest will have to pay for it!¡± Bert threw the bottle back, and the crisp sound of glass shattering made everyone excited.
Drant was painfully aware that none of them wanted to pay him.