Chapter 1099

"It's over?"

Palmer looked incredulously at Donne across the street.

Donne nodded, as if he didn't care at all.

This war is really over?

Palmer had a sense of absurdity in his heart. It was on the verge of extinction and Silas was about to be broken, but how long did it take from Donne to the end of the war?

Ten quarters?

Not yet!

Grace's army, which surrounded Syrah City, collapsed in an instant!

Palmer was not shocked. The army of the ilrus Empire traveled a long way to support the Principality of Sila. As a result, the battle ended in just a few quarters of an hour. It took more time on the road than in the war. That's bullshit!

Is the strength gap between the two sides really so huge?

Palmer looked out of the window at the refugees pouring into Sila city. At the moment, the city was full of cheers and tears of joy. In the distance, it could be seen that the army of the Ilus empire was moving towards the north. After the battle, they did not return immediately, but continued to set out to encircle the rear and attack back and forth with another army to support the Principality of ivalan, Catch all the grace troops there.

Yes, this army set out directly to continue fighting!

What a terrible army this is!

He didn't know what those steel puppets were, but that didn't prevent him from understanding the strength of the army.

Unmatched mobility!

Offensive terrible!

Endurance is also amazing!

Invincible division, Palmer can only think of such a word to describe this special reinforcement.

The Ilus Empire had such a terrible army. No wonder the kingdom of solant was recovered so easily

Although Palmer's thoughts were somewhat biased, it must be said that this army can indeed bring great shock to people, and at the same time, it also brought him great surprise.

Now the Ilus Empire has such a powerful strength. After the return of the Principality of Sila to the Ilus Empire, the kingdom of grace must not be afraid! There's no need to worry about being looted again every year!

"Father! We won! We really won! Grace's soldiers are all dead! There are charred bodies everywhere in the woods in the west of the city. We -"

She was smoky and burning like a village girl, and Beatrice, with a black and white face, rushed into the throne with cheers. Then she suddenly noticed Donne sitting opposite Palmer, and her eyes widened: "- it's you! The coward before!"

As soon as Palmer stood up with a smile to introduce her daughter to her hero, he heard Beatrice suddenly say, "Beatrice, what are you talking about! Apologize to your majesty don! Don't you like your majesty don best? If it weren't for him this time, we would all die here!"

"Your Majesty Donne!? you said he was your majesty Donne!? this courage -"

Beatrice pointed at Donne with a look of disbelief: "he's your majesty Donne!? how is that possible!"

"Why not?"

Donne looked at Beatrice with great interest. During the chat just now, Palmer talked about his daughter. Although Palmer, who was eager to sell his daughter, was suspected of selling melons and boasting, he could hear that Beatrice really worshipped herself very much, but since she worshipped herself, there was no reason not to recognize her when she saw herself in the street?

Do you really look like a passer-by?

"Of course not!"

Beatrice put her hands on her hips: "I have to see your majesty Donne's portrait dozens of times a day! I can't mistake him! You must be fake!"

"What are you talking about!"

Palmer is in a hurry. This silly girl, the idol who dreams every day, now the real person is standing in front of him, but he can't recognize it. Is there anything more absurd than this?

He is still counting on his daughter to marry Donne as his concubine, so that he can get a share of it.

"My portrait?"

Donne seemed to understand what the problem was. He cried and laughed. "Can you show it to me?"

"Just look! I want to see how you can install it!"

Sila city has been saved. At the moment, Beatrice is not so worried. Although she is angry that this guy pretends to be his favorite idol to deceive her father, she also feels that there may be a misunderstanding.

Besides, now that his majesty Donne's reputation is at its peak, does anyone really dare to pretend to be him?

What's more, the reinforcements of the Ilus Empire appeared, and this guy just appeared. Is it too coincidental?

If it's really a liar, now just go out and contact the army of the Ilus empire. Isn't this guy dead?

I'm afraid this guy is really your majesty Donne

But

Beatrice hurried back to her bedroom to get the portrait. It was her favorite portrait so that no one would touch it.

Palmer was very embarrassed and said, "sorry, your majesty Donne, the little girl may be a little too excited..."

"No harm."

Tang en smiled: "I've probably guessed what's going on."

Sure enough, when Beatrice took the portrait and opened it, Donne burst into laughter.

As the saying goes, distance produces beauty, and people often add their own subjective impression in the process of news transmission. As the hot wise king of prandal, Donne's image in people's hearts is certainly more perfect. Therefore, in word of mouth, his original image has been completely broken up, but the fragments of the perfect king in the hearts of countless people have been added, Little by little, they gathered together and became the man on the portrait.

Is that Donne?

In a way, it is indeed Donne, but it is the collection of Donne's impressions in the hearts of countless people.

But from a purely portrait point of view, it has nothing to do with Donne.

"Donne" in the portrait pointed to the front with a sharp sword and dressed in heavy armor. His magnificent body must be at least more than two meters high. A natural and elegant blond hair floated behind him. The sword eyebrows and stars despised the distant rivers and mountains. At the foot was a sea of corpses, mountains and blood, and behind him were countless people waving their arms and shouting and cheering, And the vast majority of those people are dressed as civilians at the bottom

The most important thing is that there are too many subjective good guesses about Donne on this portrait. The image of him is really too big and manly. The lethality of this portrait to the girls in the waiting room is infinite, because this image is so in line with the heroic feelings of prandal girls

If this portrait is seen by the people of arlinks or Ellington, I'm afraid everyone can't help laughing, because they all know that it's fake. Everyone knows that his majesty Donne is actually a powerful magician. He likes to wear simple and lightweight clothes every day. Not only is he not so tall, his muscles are not so developed, and his appearance is not so perfect, It can only be said that he is as handsome as the big brother next door.

"Don't you laugh at my idol!"

Beatrice, like a brain powder, snatched the portrait.

"Not... My... Cough."

Donne managed to restrain his smile: "well, who told you that his majesty Donne looks like this?"

"Do you admit that you are false?"

"I didn't say it, but you've been reluctant to admit it. I won't force you."

"Hum, everyone says so!"

"Everybody?"

Palmer whispered, "it's a girl from several nobles in the city. She has a good relationship with the little girl..."

"Well, I see."

Donne shook his head and said, "little girl... No, Beatrice, although it's very important to break your dream - I mean, it's cruel, but..."

Although it seems interesting to crush a beautiful girl's dream in person, Donne now decided to let her go. After all, she is still a little girl.

Donne pointed to his nose and said, "I'm really Donne. I'm genuine and honest."

Beatrice was shocked: "but you're so thin -"

Donne said innocently, "that's because I'm a magician. Magicians are very thin. Have you ever seen a fat magician?"

Beatrice was struck by thunder: "but everyone says you are good at swordsmanship and fighting -"

Tang en shrugged: "because I'm good at melee magic. It's nothing to grab the white blade with empty hands and point at it."

Beatrice was badly hurt: "but everyone says you are handsome and perfect -"

"Well," said Donne, "I can only say that everyone is too fond. In fact, I'm just a little tolerant..."

“……”

After some conversation, the tall, powerful and perfect image of "Lord Donne" in Beatrice's mind completely collapsed, replaced by a real, flesh and blood image of Donne. It was a great blow to the girl with an idol dream. Did she just sit there

Palmer smiled bitterly and said, "look, I told you earlier, don't believe the portraits of bards. Nine times out of ten they are fake. Didn't you see that they painted me dozens of years younger in order to please me?"

Beatrice covered her chest and was hit hard again. At the moment, she didn't have the temperament to command the people to fight against the invaders just now.

Donne smiled and cut off the topic: "I'm sorry to break your dream, but now, Ms. Beatrice, I'm very formal to make an invitation to you. Of course, if you agree, you can think it over carefully and give me an answer -"

Beatrice is full of excitement. Oh, my God! What is he doing!? Difficult, is it to ask, ask, ask, propose!? This, this is too sudden!?

Compared with Beatrice who was at a loss, Palmer almost had an excited cerebral hemorrhage, and the dream happened!?

Promise him!

No matter what kind of request you put forward, don't hesitate to promise him!

Don smiled and said, "I don't know if Miss Beatrice intends to work for me?"

Palmer &&&& Beatrice: "... Ha!?"