If Samuel is really a bad guy, then Shirley's situation may be very dangerous.

"That's true..." Merlin nodded in agreement and continued, "If Shirley has something to do, our millions of rewards will be lost. If we eat and drink for so long, it is not enough to take the lead and get nothing."

"Don't keep acknowledging the money, okay? Miss Shirley is our friend. If she encounters difficulties, how can we sit back and ignore it?" Alice said with a serious expression, feeling that Merlin was a bit cold-blooded.

"Miss Shirley always likes to pester you. It's your friend, not mine." Merlin said lightly, thinking that if it weren't for the millions of gold coins, she would really not care about this troublesome thing.

"Do you still hope that Miss Shirley will pester you?" Alice narrowed her eyes and stared at Merlin suspiciously, not in a good mood.

"What are you thinking about?" A drop of cold sweat was dripping on Merlin's forehead, and he smelled a sour smell. "I mean we are not a charity. We must fight for the interests that we should fight for. Don't be naive to think about friendship and dreams. Kind of, these things can't be eaten as meals, they have no effect at all."

"I……"

Alice was speechless, thinking that she was indeed a little naive.

But Shirley is not wrong, she is just a child who wants to go home.

The process stumbling, persisting to the present but ushering in a disappointing ending, isn't this unfair?

Alice thought melancholy, her sympathy began to flare up, and she was suddenly out of control.

"I understand what you said, but if Miss Shirley is really in danger, we are probably the only one who can save her. Besides us, who else would she pray for?"

Merlin was expressionless, looking at the serious face of Alice, thinking that this guy really likes to be nosy, the good guy is a bit too much.

What annoys me most is the good old guys, especially the guys that Alice has limited abilities, but everyone wants to help.

The sweet spot is the Virgin, the bad spot is the fool.

However, Merlin acknowledged Alice's ideas and tried to respond to the expectations of others, which is worthy of respect.

Wasn't it also in response to my sister's expectations that I regained the throne and became the third arrogant monarch?

Merlin rubbed his forehead and sighed.

"Whatever you want, let's find a way to get in."

Alice did not continue to speak, but followed Merlin dullly.

"We want to see Samuel, the ambassador of the Elves."

Merlin stepped forward and spoke straight to the elven guards.

"Now Lord Samuel is receiving important guests, and all the others refuse to meet." The guard of the elves said unceremoniously, with a serious expression.

"Tsk." Merlin was speechless with dissatisfaction, feeling a little unhappy.

What kind of score is an elven ambassador put on?Lao Tzu is the Great Demon King in the first palace, is it also a miscellaneous person?

Merlin wanted to move the sword, so he took advantage of the situation and squeezed the handle of the sword on his waist.

Before the result came, Alice pulled Merlin aside.

"What are you doing?" Merlin looked at Alice impatiently, wondering what she was worrying about?

"Don't make a big mess, this is the royal capital. If something happens here, we don't want to live in the human kingdom. Be a little more cautious..." Alice said, looking around.

"Then what do you mean?" Merlin looked at Alice, wondering if she had a better idea?

"First of all, we sneak in from the side, don't alarm anyone, so that we can move next."

"Then find Samuel's location and ask her why she assassinated us. It's absolutely impossible to figure this out."

"Finally we need to take Shirley away. If possible, we will personally send her back to the southern United Kingdom..."

"Huh?! Merlin, where did you go?"

Alice thought about a very rigorous plan for herself, and muttered to herself for a long time, only to find that Merlin was missing.

Looking around, I saw Merlin directly attacking the two elven guards.

"Oh!"

"You... ah!"

After two screams, the elf guard was directly knocked out by Merlin, limp and motionless on the ground.

Merlin clapped her hands and motioned back to Alice, "Let's go in, there is no obstacle."

Alice's face was a bit ugly, she turned into eggplant color, and said in a frantic tone, "What are you doing? Didn't I tell you to be more cautious?"

"Isn't I very cautious?" Merlin spread his hands, with a very innocent expression.

"How cautious are you! It's clear that you want to use force to force the rhythm of the embassy! This is a violent invasion of other countries' territories, and we will go to jail..." Alice's expression was very depressed, and she did not expect Merlin to have chosen the simplest The direct solution was blocked.

"It's okay, no cell can hold me."

Merlin grinned, turned around and walked inside, without hiding herself in a low-key manner, but rushing straight into it.

"Let's go in, don't dawdle here, since people were beaten by me anyway, we have no way out, so we might as well rush in and squash the Elf ambassador named Samuel! People want to kill us, and if we don’t respond, we don’t know how to be courteous."

Merlin walked straight into the territory of the elves' embassy, ​​twisting his arms constantly, as if doing a warm-up exercise, the murderous intent on his face grew stronger and he didn't mean to hide it at all.

The guy who wanted to murder himself was dead, and this Samuel was no exception. He happened to be a Saint-Rank powerhouse, just to ease the curse of the heart.

"Wait for me!" Alice hurriedly followed Merlin, her expression almost crying with anger, and she thought to herself.

Hi!I'm furious!

This fellow Merlin doesn't listen to me at all!

With such a mess, there is no room for maneuver...

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Chapter 39: Monthly Ticket Plus and More

Inside the embassy.

In a certain room.

Sharpron tried his red steel full set.

The shiny surface is inlaid with weird charms.

This spell is unique to the black elves. The enchantment effect of enchanting the attack power can be achieved by engraving the elves of sake on the gems.

Inlaid in a high-purity stainless steel glove, this weapon was immediately upgraded to several grades, and it became Sharpron's most handy weapon.

Sharpron put on the steel gloves and shook it twice, feeling very good.

A violent fist immediately caused the air to resonate, causing the entire room to shudder a few times.

Sharpron intends to do it at night and directly kill the two reckless adventurers.

No matter how strong that magic swordsman is, he can't be his opponent.

Because he has confidence in his dark elf fighting skills, fierce, fierce, and vicious moves, and the enemies he often fights are caught off guard, and they are often crushed to end the battle.

Sharpron has never seen how many people can confront him head-on, and if the enemy gets close by him, he will lose half.

A dark wave suddenly appeared, making Sharprun feel cold on his back.

Don't think about it, it must be your old friend here

"Sharan, why did you come here suddenly? I don't remember having invited you."

"Let me see how you are preparing? Why? Don't you welcome me?" Shalan's pointed ears moved, and the smile under her black skin looked very strange.

"That's not what I meant..." Shapron replied faintly, retracting his gaze and continuing to play with his gloves, "Isn't the First Knight of Thorns coming? Are you afraid to accompany Lord Samuel, why are you here for me?"

"They talk about confidential incidents, and no third person is allowed to be present." Shalan shrugged her fragrant shoulders and was helpless.

"Confidential?" Sharpron frowned, feeling that Samuel, as a dark elf, had nothing to cooperate with humans.

"Actually, it's not a secret. We all knew it a long time ago. It was about Her Royal Highness Shirley." Sharan paused and organized a language to say, "The Elf King urged Queen Elizabeth to look for Her Royal Highness Shirley, but it has been so long. There is no news for a long time, so the First Knight of Thorns is here today to explain the situation, and I hope the Elf King will allow more time."

"Really..." Shapron fiddled with his gloves, seemingly not interested in it.

"Only the silly woman of the First Knight of Thorns regarded this matter as a secret. We knew everything a long time ago. Lord Samuel has been dealing with her perfunctorily." Saran grinned and said with an exaggerated smile. And the Royal Highness Shirley, whom the British royals have been searching for, is now being held underground. Isn't it a very interesting thing?"

"It's really interesting..." Shapron nodded and said while adjusting his gloves, "but although the First Knight of Thorns is a silly woman, she may also represent one of the top combat forces in Great Britain..."

"Are you kidding me? Masefield is also worthy of being called the top combat power of Great Britain?" Saran embraced her hands, disagreeing with Shapron's statement, and seemed a little indifferent to the First Knight of Thorns.

"Isn't it? The thorn knights are good, they can be called the mainstay of Great Britain, and Masefield is the number one thorn knight. There is nothing wrong with saying that she is the top combat power?" Sharpron looked at Sharan and said , I feel right.

"No, no, it hasn't been long since you came to Great Britain. I don't know many things. There are many more powerful than the Knights of Thorns. As far as I know, there is a very mysterious man far beyond Masefield." Say.

"Who?" Sharpron immediately became interested and asked seriously.

"He doesn't have a name. To be precise, no one knows. He is a man called the great swordsman of the Elgin legend. You must have heard of it? His name has made a lot of noise in Britain and has begun to influence outside Great Britain. Country now."

Sharon paused, and continued to add, vividly illustrating Merlin's popularity.

"Many children in the streets and lanes will act like him and play some justice games. It can be seen how his current influence is?"

"It turned out to be this man, but he is too mysterious. Everything is heard from the past. I haven't witnessed the strength of Elgin's Great Swordsman, so I won't just believe it."

Sharpren paused for a moment, recalled the matter of Elgin Great Swordsman, and continued to speak seriously.

"I heard that the Elgin Great Swordsman killed countless holy-ranked undeads with a single move. How could such a thing be done by humans? Unless it is a god, the credibility is not high at all, but if this thing is true, he It is indeed stronger than Masefield, and may be the strongest guy in the world."

"Yeah, one move to kill countless holy steps in seconds, it sounds like a fantasy. Except for your Majesty Ashdoer, who has the power of God, I really can't think of anyone else who can do it." Shalan nodded and agreed. Response?