"It's too punctual, this is what I want."

Gwent suddenly reached out and grabbed Madeleine's right breast, but a strong arm in the oblique thorn stretched out, firmly grasping his wrist.

"Hey, it's rude to treat a lady like this."

Downton frowned, even if he put on a mask, he wouldn't be fooled by this kind of garbage.

"What are you counting? Get away!"

Gwent's expression changed, and he yelled loudly.

"Boy, do you want to die? How dare you manage your Highness?"

The servant came and kicked Downton with his foot raised.

Downton's right leg was raised, and his military boots stepped **** the servant's knee. There was a crisp click, accompanied by a miserable scream, spreading throughout the audience.

"I say it again, let go, or you will die!"

The servant was beaten, and Gwente felt ashamed. What was even more annoying was that the head of the elder sister looked at herself with contempt as if watching cockroaches, making him burn in anger.

"What do you propose?"

Downton didn't catch Ligwente.

"Why not?"

Before waiting for Madeleine to speak, Gwente, who was ignored, drew his dagger with his other hand and pierced Downton's abdomen while casting his talent.

A three-meter-high fire element condensed beside Downton, and punched him in the head.

Downton's five fingers pressed hard, and directly smashed Gwent's right wrist. At the same time, his left fist slammed into the fire element's fist.

boom!

After the element of fire fell more than twenty meters. The bang burst into a sky spark.

"Ah, my hand, you bastard. I want my father to kill you!"

Gwent screamed, cursing Downton.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

Downton pulled Gwent over and waved his back and forth violently. His cheeks were swollen and there was no more screaming.

"Your Highness!"

Gwent's servants exclaimed, all of them rushed over, but didn't wait to get close. It was stopped by the death knights.

"excuse me!"

Seeing Downton's conflict, Chadley was finally quite interesting. Immediately apologizing to Sansa and running over, "Downton, what are you doing? He is the prince of Gwent. It is likely that he will succeed the throne in the future!"

Chadley was stunned to see the prince's mouth full of blood.

"Is the prince amazing?"

Downton pouted, not to mention the prince, the king he slaughtered one.

"Domineering!"

By the way, Madeleine flicked her right hand, and a feather fan with tassels opened like a peacock, covering half of her cheeks, and didn't care to laugh.

"Release him, priest. Come and heal!"

Chadley urged.

"Wait, how to deal with him, you have to ask the head!"

Downton rejected Chadley.

"presumptuous!"

"Bold. What are you doing?"

"Are you going to fight our Gwent?"

Hearing Downton's words, a group of guards were furious and their highness was injured. These people must be beheaded by conviction, so they rushed up frantically, but only one face-to-face. He was beaten back by the death knight.

"Are you afraid of killing a prince?"

Madeleine heard Downton's answer. Some surprises, so his eyes became meaningful.

"Afraid? I'm afraid Gwent's legion is not enough for me to fight!"

Downton spit in Gwent’s face and ignored it. This guy actually asked in front of him how much money Madeleine was sleeping with. This was a huge insult. Take away, you will become a laughing stock in your life.

"Okay, interrupt me with his limbs and mouth full of teeth!"

Madeleine asked with a smile, not looking at Gwent, but staring at Downton. She wanted to see how bold the boy was.

"No, do you know who I am?"

Gwent was finally afraid, but as soon as he said a few words, Downton's military boots kicked on his face.

boom!

Gwent rolled out like a broken sack, the teeth in his mouth spit out in the blood.

"the host!"

Jackson was already nearby, handing a handkerchief.

"Handle it!"

Downton took the handkerchief and wiped it.

"Observe!"

Jackson struck in front of Gwente with an arrow, pulled out his machete, and cut it fiercely on the joints of his limbs.

Uh! Uh! Uh!

Blood spurted and his limbs twitched.

"what!"

Those who had already passed out and woke up because of severe pain.

"Your Highness!"

The guards shouted, their faces white and white, knowing that it was all over, they wanted to rescue His Highness, but they were cut down by the death knight again.

"I let you beat him up, not let you get an adult stick!"

Madeleine rolled her eyes.

"I forgot to use my knife back!"

Jackson wanted to cry without tears.

"Forget it, leave a few breaths, or who will send this unlucky egg back?"

Downton casually commanded, picked up the glass, and poured his head into his stomach.

"Haha, are you afraid?"

Madeleine teased that Downton wouldn't vent with drinking if he didn't care.

"No, I can see that since I can't be peacefully integrated into the aristocratic circle, I will continue fighting!"

Downton snorted, "Fight until they all surrender!"

"Cool, this is the gorse...uh!"

Madeleine closed her mouth in time and glanced at the ring in Downton's hand. The secret was so dangerous that she almost missed it.

The whole audience was silent, only the crackling of the bonfire, the nobles all looked down at Dunton, stunned.

"Is this maniac?"

Sansa puzzled.

"My Emperor Polo, you actually started, are you crazy?"

Chadley's hands were shaken, and it was normal for nobles to be jealous and fight, but it rarely developed to such a degree, "Do you want to fight against the prince of the disabled?"

Downton shrugged his shoulders. Despite the tax exemption policy, but he seized a lot of money underground, how to spend without fighting?

The hilly natives are all reckless guys. He has a big appetite, a short temper, and spends a huge amount of military money every day. Even sweating training is too wasteful, so he might as well send it to the battlefield.

Downton, who has risen from actual combat, believes that there are only successive battles. In order to cast a steel army.

"I will recruit again when I die. There are millions of indigenous people living in the vast dragon hills. I don't believe that the high salary will leave no one interested?"

Downton is ready to support the war.

"It's a good job. The international status of any country is played out, not maintained by mouth."

Homer compliments. It knows that Downton has been studying the situation in the north recently, and Gwent belongs to the middle and lower reaches of the third-rate countries.

"Is this guy crazy?"

"I think it's reckless, hum, it must be ignored, too depressed to make this extraordinary move."

"No matter what, he is dead. Gwent will never let him go!"

The nobles were talking. As for the life and death of the prince, they don't care.

"A war-level miscellaneous fish dared to jump out to provoke, is this guy brain-damaged?" Walnut pouted. "He killed him because he was dirty!"

The opera troupe members looked at Downton, their eyes changed a little.

"Hey, you are too calm."

Chadley didn't know what to say, but this domineering made him envious.

"Huh? What's wrong with your eyes?"

Downton only noticed this. Chadley's left eye was black, and the corner of his mouth was swollen.

"No. It's fine, just lost in the duel."

Chadley covered his cheeks, something embarrassing.

"Downton, can I have a drink?"

Sansa came over with a smile on her face, like a warm spring breeze, so enthralling, she seemed to have failed to stand, and fell directly to Downton.

Downton subconsciously supported her arm just around her chest.

"Damn!"

The nobles who were interested in Sansa watched the princess's plump chest deform under the crush of Downton's arms, and they all exploded.

"A shrew!"

Seeing Downton scuttling Gwent, Sansa was ready to pour a barrel of oil on the fire and completely kill him, and those men who pursued themselves were undoubtedly the most prone to be provoked, "Oh, is this a victory wine?"

"Haha, the princess laughed too much. Victory wine is also available to a duke?"

A few nobles came over and looked bad.

"Sorry, our wine is only for friends!"

Little Walnut refused very simply. She hated these people. As for their identity, she didn't care.

"Haha, do you think we would like to drink your cheap drinks?" An aristocrat shook the glass in his hand, "Did you see? The fine wine, a glass will cost five hundred gold coins!"

"whispering sound!"

Walnut disdain, "cheap? A bunch of earth buns, even the Shengli wine does not know, and dare to say that they are nobles? You will not pretend to be?"

"Haha, you dare to blow, we have the best wine tasting people here!" The nobles pushed out a companion, "You know? Their wine estate is bigger than yours!"

After the nobles finished speaking, they realized that their companions looked very unnatural. They turned to Princess Sansa and found that she had the same expression.

"No? Is this really a wine of victory?"

The nobles were dumbfounded, but there was indeed a mellow fragrance in the air, but if it was such a precious wine, why should they drink it for the civilians of the opera troupe?

Most of the nobility came together because of Sansa. After they figured out what was going on, they looked at the named nobility.

The young man was depressed. Of course he knew that the wine was real, but if he admitted that his own face would be beaten. If he didn't admit it, someone would find someone to appraise it, and his brand would be smashed.

"spendthrift!"

Sansa swears fiercely~lightnovelpub.net~ She has drunk the victory wine, and naturally knows its true and false, even the father will not enjoy such luxury, but this guy is good, just put a bucket , Let people drink casually.

Walnut took out the empty rock beer can, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip, more than one sweet spill, and even a giant illusion came out of the bottle. Unfortunately, these nobles had insufficient heritage and did not recognize its origin.

No way, this is a treasure brewed by the dwarf king in the vault, let alone drink, there are only a handful of people who have seen it.

"Is this an empty rock beer can?" The wine noble widened his eyes, and then his face was excited. "Are you selling? I'm selling five million!"

"Not for sale!"

Little Walnut refused without any hesitation. (To be continued)

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