Vol 2 Chapter 132

131th Act Late Summer

Brando managed to sort out his mind, but when he looked up again, he couldn't help but a slight stun because he saw Count Baal standing in front of himself:

What does this guy want to do?

"Mr. Brando, isn't it?" Count Violet smiled and asked seriously.

"What?" Brando asked in a bad mood.

"Although we disagree, our positions seem to be the same. At least I can be sure that you are not on our other side, are you?" The Brando continued, without waiting for Brando's reply: "Of course, we each hold our own My own method hopes that the kingdom will be on the road to rejuvenation, but there is no need to hate each other. I admit that Mr. Makaro's approach has some extremes, but he is only a mortal after all. "

"What do you want to say?"

"Would you like to join us? How about doing it yourself rather than complaining? I hope to see an excellent young man like you in our camp." Baal seemed to have completely forgotten his unhappiness. And sincerely invited.

This is in line with your usual style, Brando thought. But he shook his head and said nonsense, if it was not in the face of almost standing in the same camp, could you still stand here to speak? You need to know that with the help of Ginkgo biloba and Aroz, it is only a matter of minutes to leave this army-but Brando doesn't want to make it impossible, and he has given the affairs of Akane and Sandford. After learning a lesson from Macaro and Levys, going further, the two sides must clashed. Brando was not a rash young man who could not see the situation. He knew that he had left the army of Duke Lun here, and maybe Her Royal Highness had been driven in by Herak's army commander there. Dangerous, not to mention the future.

Since the other party wisely did not continue to be confused about Golden Apple, he was too lazy to mention it again, but what to say to join.

What a joke.

Brando looked at the Earl, who had a little favor, and shook his head. He answered coldly, "No," he refused categorically, but Baal gave a slight stun: "You You will see me soon, believe me, but not here or in the way you wishful thinking-- "

Count Violet listened to the sentence with a complex look, then gave Brando a deep look.

"Wait and wait."

He replied so.

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The real battle was ended by the senior knight students under the leadership of the junior officers. When Freya's new students arrived, they were in fact only responsible for cleaning the battlefield. This girl was like everyone else. When she arrived on the battlefield, she saw the carriage like a hedgehog on Central Forest Avenue. A row of knights in silver armor surrounded the carriage. They lacked the bodies of their companions, but even so, they did not let anyone approach the carriage and insisted that they handle the wounds on the dead and their companions.

Therefore, the battlefield is clearly divided into two colors-silver and purple, which do not interfere. There were corpses everywhere on the avenue, and it was the same in the forest. There were occasional screams of wailing sorrow, or the screams of aristocracy and son-in-law's exclamation—in fact, the senior students in the front did not kill when they passed the battlefield. Everyone, even some intentional, they left many seriously injured. But in addition to the necessary liveliness, all the rest must be frozen bodies, this task is left to the freshmen who clean the battlefield.

Many people trembled and didn't move, even with nausea. And it's much better for Freya to promote young people from the guards and militia. She just guessed the identity of the people in the carriage, and then focused on her work. Count Bakerberg's second son followed him with a green face. He should have vomited before, but now the young man can only vomit weakly.

While holding a fir, he admired Freya, who was clean and clear, thinking that she was a character girl.

"... Do you know who it is?" He gasped.

"What?" Freya asked slightly, puzzled.

"carriage."

The girl from the Butch countryside looked at the carriage in doubt, her bright eyes expressing her incomprehensibility, and she shook her head.

"The emblem on the carriage is the scarab, which belongs to only one person in the kingdom."

"Yep?"

The young man looked at Freya with a look of surprise, thinking that you didn't even know this. Why did you come to Wangli College? However, he immediately found out that the other party did not pretend to have such a naive look, and had to shake his head to answer: "Master Lewoods, the chief court wizard of Eruin."

"Ah!" The girl was taken aback.

The second son of Count Bakerberg shook his head again: "But if Master Lewoods is in the carriage, we don't need to take any action at all. Therefore, there may be other people in the carriage, but not many people close to Master Lewoods Those who can borrow his carriage are his students except His Majesty the King today. "

"His Royal Highness?" Freya couldn't help but stare at her over there. Although she was just a country girl, she still knew these common senses.

The young man nodded.

But the two were talking, and a black warhorse suddenly passed over them. The horseman hurried through the forest quickly, but seemed to be frightened, turned the horse's head back in front of them, and stopped before them. Freya froze slightly, and she looked up subconsciously with the young man around her, and then saw the beautiful and indifferent face.

The skull on the snow-white neck seems to be a fine piece of art. Even in the north of Corkova, you can hardly see such a perfect face. An arc from the sharp chin seems to have just walked off the scroll. Down the same. It is inconceivable that the so-called beauties of the North Kingdom, proclaimed in the poet's poetry, may be born from this.

The girl's eyes seemed to be a pair of cold amethyst. The Northlanders had more or less the blood of the Miner, but it was so rare that it was so pure. Her lips were clenched tightly, and the two thin sword eyebrows under her uniform bangs were slightly picked up, and then slightly dissatisfied, giving an unsmiling feeling. The straight, slim nose seemed to represent the girl Strong character. But now, just a soft hum.

She looked down at the two men, glanced slowly away from Freya, and landed on the second son of Count Beckberg.

"You're Freya?"

She stared at the second son of Count Bakerberg, making the latter feel as if she was locked in the grass by a falcon's sharp eyes. But when Nemesis opened her mouth, her deep, icy, slightly hoarse voice was asking Freya.

"Yes, it is."

"Your riding and sword training performances are very good," said Nimesis in a low, magnetic voice. "I have heard of you, but if you want to achieve your wishes, it is best Stay away from these scums— "The girl rode on the horse, looking back at the young man with a disdainful look, and said bluntly.

Both were stunned.

Count Bakerberg's second son frowned, and subconsciously retorted: "Sister Nimesis, say so--"

But before he could finish speaking, he heard a soft bang, and his neck was a little cold. The corner of his eyes had just touched the cold reflection on the sharp blade, and the young man found that Nimesis had turned over and dismounted, and the sword came out of his sheath and placed it on his neck. His words froze just when he showed a gesture of spreading his hands.

"Do you allow me to interject?" Nimesis asked coldly.

The young man was sweating behind his back and couldn't say a word at a time.

"What's your name?" The girl asked again.

"Sang, Sangani ..."

"Shijie."

"Sister Ni, Nimesis, I—"

The sword in the girl's hand was near, interrupting him: "Report to the sir."

Count Bakerberg's second son took a spit, and replied tremblingly: "Report to the sir, I am a second-year student, and I have no ranks yet"-he scaredly uttered a word, exhausted all his strength and became rigid Just squeeze out this sentence.

Nimeixisi slammed the sword back and scabbard, and almost no one could see clearly. She glanced indifferently at the young man who touched her neck and yelled loudly in her heart. Her purple eyes were undisguised, but she said without a doubt: "So soldier, I order you to shut up —— "

Then she turned her head, straightened Freya's collar flower that she had crooked because she had cleared the battlefield, and then patted her shoulder gently, saying softly, "Remember me, it's not bad for you- "

Freya was motionless, and for a moment she didn't know how to speak.

Thank you?

But it ’s really good, will you be the same person as the other person? Someday. She couldn't help thinking about it.

...

"Who is that?"

When the half-elf princess turned her head, she whispered to the young man aside. Her gaze passed through the window of the carriage, and she always fell on the side of the forest-the whole conflict between Count Bakerberg's second son and Nimesis fell into the girl's eyes. She opened the curtain with one hand, and looked at the two girls in the forest with a little stare, feeling a little familiar in her heart.

"Mrs. Miller's daughter should be said to have kinship with Grand Duke Lun. She has good talents and is a hard-liner of the royal family. She should be able to trust." Sir Begnin answered with a glance.

As the young man was stupid, the girl couldn't help smiling: "Of course I know Nimesis, but she is my close friend, Begnin, are you too tired?"

"Sorry."

Begnin replied awkwardly.

"I mean the other one, do you know it," the princess half asked again, "I think she's familiar--"

"That's Everton's daughter--"

A gentle voice came from outside the carriage.

Griffin froze slightly, and then a hint of surprise flashed in her pale silver eyes. She turned back and asked in a low voice, "Overwell?"

There was silence for a moment outside the carriage.

Then a low laugh came: "It is the old minister, Your Royal Highness, it seems that I am a little late."

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