Chapter 281 Target

When Teres was full of resentment and riding under the heavy guards through the first gate and back to the Palace of the Spirit, his heart was covered with countless doubts.

Listening to Ahidda’s statement, there are very few magicians, but they are still standing alone:

Take B as the head, set off the radicals of the war, once the most powerful faction, the real "disaster" of crimes: Listen to the statement of Ahidda, they are a group of madmen who are completely ruined, destroying the world and destroying themselves, but this is true. ? Tyres always feels that even the unreasonable Giza does not seem to be so crazy.

Represented by Ashidad, the moderates who rejected the war: Ahidah described themselves as a group of pacifists who lived in the world, lost in the world, and scattered in the sand, but in the eyes of Taylors, for now, regardless of Is to control the underground world of the Star Kingdom, or chase Taylors, the magic of the magic is the most active magician who wants to change the status quo.

Self-confessed to be human, so the two confusing people who confronted the radicals: Ahidah’s attitude towards them is very strange, neither hate nor recognition, but rather full of compassion. Where are the two people now? What is the situation?

Also, Tyres thought of it here:

Bloodthorn and black orchid.

The magician, the traitor of the magician, is the most foggy: why do they betray? How is it betrayed? Why does Ahidah hate them more than the confusing ones on the world side? What are they doing now?

Tyres sighed and squatted down the stables of the Palace of the Holy Spirit, took the book from the saddle, and calmed the reluctant Jenny while handing the horse to the groom.

He has just been in the "first lesson", facing the world, the confusion in his heart does not fall back: the more you know, the more questions.

While he was thinking deeply, Wyah behind him stunned the young prince, and he was cautious and alert: "His Royal Highness."

The sorcerer who turned back to God looked up and saw the objects that made Wyatt and Rolf quite uneasy.

It was a pale man with his arms around his horse and a black handle.

He looked up at the prince and his party, revealing sharp and unsatisfactory gaze - including Lord Justin, the Dagong guards and the court guards nodded to him - and screamed at him with a dangerous atmosphere of being a man.

As Tyres met with him for the first time.

"It’s already six o'clock," the man said coldly. "And I am talking about five points."

Tyres reluctantly turned his eyes to the sun that fell in the west.

"You shouldn't be busy guarding the safety of the Grand Duke of the Grand Duke," the prince smacked the dust on his body, bid farewell to Jenny, and once again watched the beautiful girl stunned after being dragged into the stable.

"How come time to see a foreign prince who has no power and no power?"

"Lord Nicholas?"

Seri Niely - the legendary commander who descended from the White Blade Guard to the Dagong Guardian has reached middle age. After the dramatic change six years ago, with the increase of wrinkles around the corner of the eye, the Nunn Wang once trusted the most. The guard has become more stable and reliable, and more cautious.

Wye turned her head anxiously, trying to find Edda's figure, but after a few seconds, he sighed and turned back - the dwarf probably dropped the prince and ran to the suburbs to hunt.

The comet snorted.

"Maybe others think that you are unremarkable. Usually, you can read the book and play chess. At most, you can skip classes and play hide-and-seek." Nie Lai, as always, scanned his target with an unpleasant look, and his tone was not good: but I know……"

The comet puts his arms down and his eyes are sharp:

"You are the most troublesome person in the Palace of the Spirit."

Taylor sighed helplessly, turned and walked out of the stables, and passed by Nilai.

"Thank you for your appreciation, forgive me first..."

At this moment, Taylor's shoulder suddenly sinks!

"Snapped!"

The prince turned his head and looked at the comet's hand holding his shoulder and frowned slightly.

Wyatt and Rolf reacted very quickly to the two steps. The attendant officer put his hand on the single-edged sword, and the ghost of the wind pulled out the two short swords at the waist.

The people around them also reacted quickly: the stars consciously surrounded a semicircle, blocking the equally nervous Northland.

"Let the prince open."

Wye looked at it, and the look was dignified.

“Relax, relax,” before the scene got out of control, Thales vomited and waved his subordinates back: “Lord Niely always likes to joke with me.”

The prince looked at the comet who was still holding his shoulder and raised his eyebrows: "Yes."

Nie Lai looked at him for five seconds, and then he let go of the boy in front of him.

The vigilant Wyah was relieved, and the atmosphere surrounding her swordsmanship eased.

But just as Tyres shrugged his shoulders, the comet suddenly reached out again.

"Snapped!"

Nie Lai’s fast movements and the trajectory of the trajectory made the prince unable to react. He could only watch the comet’s hand send and smoke. From his left hand, he took away the one. Bring a thick brown book to the palace!

But at that moment, Tyres was like a lion cub that was blown up, and his look changed dramatically.

The sin of the prison river, like one of the most loyal partners, originates from every inch of his body, rushing over the left arm, filling every joint from the shoulders, elbows, to the wrist.

At the moment when the book was off the hand, the left arm of Tells was sensitive and quicker than the usual ones.

"Boom!"

He took the spine!

The sin of the prison river regained its enthusiasm, filled his arm muscles, and gradually increased the strength of the hands of Taylors.

The followers' hands were again pressed on the blade: the tension in the air came back.

"His Royal Highness!" Wye screamed anxiously: "Be careful with you..."

"Retreating, Wyah!" The look of Thales opened solemnly, preventing his subordinates from pulling his blade out of his waist: "This joke of Lord Niely is a bit big, nothing more."

Damn it.

This guy...Thales stares at Nilailai:

He just refused to let me go.

The brown book stopped in mid-air—the prince of the stars and the comet seized the side of the book and stalemate each other.

"Oh, this is rare," Niely felt the increasing strength of his hands, and it was difficult to conceal the accident: "If you can do this in your daily sword training..."

"It will be even worse for you." Tyres interrupted him coldly, and refused to let go of the book.

Nie Lai pulled a corner of his mouth.

"You know, I have always been very strange," the eyes of the comet ooze a strange cold: "For three consecutive years, playing chess with yourself in an empty box, don't you feel bored?"

"No way," Tyres said nothing: "Who told you not to play chess, and the chess game of the female Grand Duke was a mess."

"Yes," Nie Lai sneered aloud: "There are definitely people who will play chess in the Secret."

Tyres clenched the back molars, and the dark passage was not good.

"Maybe you shouldn't be so rude to me," the sigh sighed, and the trembling arm in the wrestling began to become sour: "Lord of the Grand Duke..."

"The Granddaughter must remember how her grandfather died!" Nie Lai broke him faster than him, and his face was reminiscent of the hunter who captured the prey:

"Is not it."

Telston is a slogan.

The next moment, Nie Lai's book on the handle is pushed!

Taylors couldn’t take the skill and strength of this kind of mutation. The speed and strength of the prison sin could not be used. He could only squint and watch Niely take the book again. .

"I don't know if you are still interested in the Knight's Temple," Niely looked at the title on the cover, and glanced at the ugly star prince with great interest: "But..."

The comet has a one-handed book spine, and the book automatically opens to the most frequently opened page of the user, lying flat on the wide palm of the old man.

In the middle of the page, there is a thin blue paper.

Tyres clenched his fists and his breathing accelerated.

That is……

"Oh, this explains it..." Nie Lai narrowed his eyes, bent his mouth, gently picked up the blue tissue paper, and looked at the face of Tells Tieqing with interest:

"A message? This is why you are going to play chess?"

That is an invitation.

Tyres silently, he resisted the anxiety in his heart and reached out to stop his actions.

"That's just a meaningless word," the prince calmly said: "You know..."

Nie Lai interrupted him with a chuckle.

"Let's take a look..." In the face of the prince, Nicholas smiled with the victory, opened the thin paper and read the words:

"fall from the sky……"

But Niely only read the first syllable, and the pale face changed slightly.

He jerked his head and shifted his gaze from the thin paper back to Tyres.

Thales blinked.

“Is this a kind of joke?”

The comet is cold and cold: "Little prince."

He turned the hard paper on his hand and the sky-blue tissue spread out in front of Taylors.

Both Wyah and Rolf took their heads forward.

The thin paper in the hands of Nilai Lai, which has only one line of general idioms written by the workers, is written in the standard pattern:

[The comet is a big fool. 】

Rolf whistled and shrank his head back.

Wyah muttered something, holding on to the smile, not looking at Niely's expression.

"Look, I said, meaningless words," Tyres smacked his head and used this action to ease the soreness of the sin of the prison river: "You have to read it yourself."

Niely stared at the prince's eyes and fired his eyes.

His deputy, Lord Justin, frowned slightly and reminded him: "Head, sky."

The comet was so dissatisfied that he closed his mouth and screamed out of his nose.

The nephew's thin paper in his hand was smashed into a ball, and the book in his hand was thrown back to Tyres:

"Little prince, you better be careful with me."

"Replace a new word next time," Taylors caught the book and pretending to blow the dust: "I have been used to it."

"Do not."

"I mean," Nie Lai's eyes were cold, and the words were profound: "Be careful."

At that moment, Thale's pupils shrank.

"What do you mean?" The prince said lightly.

From Niely's words, Thales smelled an unusual taste.

"It means literally."

Nielai coldly shredded the thin paper on his hand: "Long Yucheng has not been calm recently."

"And you are the most interesting chip in Longyan."

The comet rips the thin paper on the hand and slowly steps forward. It is very oppressive to approach the face of Tells. The tone is more and more scary: "Of course, if you and the hand behind you want to do something what……"

Tyres frowned.

Just at this time.

"enough!"

This is a crisp and loud female voice, slightly immature, and sounds out of the open space outside the stable.

Tyres spit out a sigh of relief, and accordingly, Niely was screaming uncomfortably.

Wyatt relaxed her look. He turned his head and made a "salvated" mouthpiece against Rolf.

There was a lot of footsteps from the outside of the horse.

A blond girl in a dark brown one-piece dress, surrounded by the big brothers on both sides, went to the stables, an old but rather majestic old aristocrat, accompanied by her, the old-fashioned Ms. Jin Kesi With two maids, behind them.

Next to the horses, whether the Dagong guards or the court guards are all retired, congratulations.

"Lord Nicholas," the sudden girl continued to listen to her bright voice, as if the Lark was scornful, and it made people feel that the setting sun was picking up again: "Prince Taylor is our guest and also the city of Longyan." Allies, he represents the friendship between the comet family and the kingdom of stars."

"And you should show the temperament and measures that meet the honor of the Northland people, my captain."

The girl’s eyes looked straight at the Nie Lai, who was squatting with Tyres. Her expression was calm, but there was an inexplicable sense of indifference:

"After all, we have fought side by side with him."

The comet took a sigh of relief and glanced at the prince. This took a step back and gave the girl a slight glimpse.

"Of course," Nie Lai said coldly: "As you wish."

"Lord of the Grand Duke."

Tyres shrugged and he turned and showed a friendly smile to the girl who had cleared him.

I don’t know when it started. The little slick that he had known six years ago has become a fifteen-year-old girl. Although she is nominally the daughter of Prince Suril, she should be ten. Eight years old.

Let the opposite of the evening, the singer is also amazed by the current Long Haocheng female grand official - Selma Walton.

The girl stared at a pair of bizarre eyes more than ever, and her nose curled up with a lovely curvature. People couldn’t help but want to stretch their hands. Her lips were slightly thicker, but they didn’t have a special texture. The cheeks reveal a healthy reddish glow, which brightens the platinum hair that hangs from the chest.

The only thing that broke the brightness of the whole body was probably the big, thick black-rimmed glasses on her face.

"Night, my respectful and noble Longyan City female grandfather, beautiful and elegant Ms. Selma," Taylors smiled easily, he raised his right hand against Selma, tapped his left chest and performed a Elegant, decent, and anyone can pick up the blame for the error. "Lord Niely just made a joke with me, please don't overdo it."

The girl - Selma looked at him quietly, and she could not see her emotions in her eyes.

"But I still appreciate your concern, I will put this gratitude in my heart," the prince pulled his lips to the best curvature of the female director, and decapitated: "I hope you have a good time today, ladies. ""

"There are two of you - Earl of Brisbane and Ms. Kinks." Tyres raised his eyebrows, and looked at the serious face of Brisbane and the calm face of Kim Silk to return to him.

Finally, Selma brows her brows and picks up the slightly curled lips - which makes her more lovely - stepping forward and looking at Tyres.

The girl walked up to Tyres, and she pouted her mouth, stretched out her hands, and gracefully lifted the skirt, revealing a pair of small deerskin boots at the bottom of the skirt and a pair of beautifully curved calves.

Tyles straightened up and he couldn't help but notice that the little dirty hands of the girl had become white and smooth, and they were lightly wrapped around the waist. Under the tailored skirt, she appeared to have a slender neck and a straight waist. The slightly-sized chest was firmly tied in a tight shirt, and it was full of youthful vitality.

However, just as Tyres thought that the female grandfather would pull up the skirt and want to return to the ceremony...

"Boom!"

Tyres screamed, stepping back two steps and hitting the stable behind him.

He bent down in pain and swayed the leg bones being kicked.

Behind the girl, Count Count Brisbane and Ms. Kinks frowned, and a pair of maids screamed at the same time, and Nie Lai grabbed her neck and shook her head.

Selma squatted back and took out the boots, shaking her hands, and slamming her skirt in an angry manner. With the playful movement of the female grandfather, she had a ring of gemstones on her forehead shining in the sunset, even on the sleeves. The dragon gun emblem in the cloud also seems to be a little more out of thin air.

The prince of the stars, who had inexplicably slammed his leg, looked up and looked incredulous.

"Oh," feeling the pain in his legs, and a bitterly bitter Tyres protested dissatisfiedly: "Why?"

Selma walked over to Tyres, slightly higher than Taylors, her mouth open, staring at the stars in disappointment.

Wyatt and Rolf face each other, and they wisely step back and choose to abandon their duties and leave their princes.

"From the Star Kingdom, respectable, noble, handsome..." The cold-faced girl bites the accent in the last two words: "Tells ‘Prince'! Tyres ‘His Royal’!”

Tyres sighed.

"If you use this tone to talk to me again," the female grandfather glanced at him very uncomfortably. He was chewing on the grass behind him, and the **** horse leisurely watching the movie threatened with her crisp and bright voice. :

"Don't stay in the courtyard after that - come to the stables and sleep with your favorite Jenny!"

Selma snorted, and she jerked back, and the buckskin boots screamed at the sound of twenty meters, and left with anger.

The girl's long hair crossed the shoulders of Tells, and there was a burst of fragrance.

But the unfortunate prince had no energy to care about these little shackles, and he looked up with a grievance and looked at the countless Count of Brisbane.

Ms. Kinx and the two maids hurriedly followed the female grandfather. The former frowned and stared at Taylors—as if it were his fault.

"Charles, I am very tired today," the daughter-in-law's crisp voice, respectful and courteous, in stark contrast to the just-behaved: "We will talk about it tomorrow, and other things will come to you."

The regent of Longyan City, the same as the dressed up of the Earl of Brisbane, sighed and nodded slightly to the girl's back: "Of course, my lady."

The comet shook his head in disdain and kept up with the female grandfather.

Selma’s footsteps are gone.

"Today's hearing," Taylors straightened up and shouted with dissatisfaction. He said to Brisbane: "Who is harassing her?"

"No one," the regent swayed his head in the same way, but he nodded in contradiction and his expression sank:

"Everyone."

Thales showed an incomprehensible look and dissatisfied with the earth: "So, should I deserve to be the unlucky target?"

Earl of Charles Risban, the 60-year-old Longyan City Regency probably didn’t like him very much when he saw the first sight of Tyres, but this time, the Earl’s adult surprisingly shook his head and apologized. .

"I am acting on behalf of the woman, apologizing for her behavior - just doing something wrong, Prince Teres," Brisbane regent solemnly said: "The right time, I will advise her."

"Trust me, this is not her normal."

Tyres, who had been sinned for no reason, turned a big eye.

"Then I will leave, Prince Teres," Resbone regent looked at the back of the female grandfather and said slowly: "Please convey my gratitude to Lord Puttelle."

Tyres nodded helplessly.

Under the **** of the attendant, the Regent turned and left.

Taylor looked at the back of Brisbane, and his heart sank.

nobody?

Everyone?

The statement of Brisbane... What happened in the political meeting?

Plus the warning that Nie Lai’s "Dragon City will not be calm" and his inexplicable but hostile search...

Also, Puttier also came to Longyan City at this time.

The musing Taylors looked up and his heart was slightly uneasy.

Something has happened.

He needs to find Putier as soon as possible to hear the Lord's report.

The **** horse put his head out of the fence and mischievously touched the prince's cheek.

"Sure enough," Tyres put down the complex thoughts in his heart. He licked Jenny's head and sighed long: "It's better for you, Jenny."

At this time, Edda, who had disappeared for a long time, did not know where to come out.

She grabbed two dead rabbits in her hands, and in front of the stunned Wyah and Rolf, cheerfully said: "Hey, little tays, see what I hunted? Tonight we fire ourselves, sure..."

The prince turned to her seriously.

"Eda," said Teres, changing his face. He made a sullen expression and said coldly to the elf: "If you go back to hunting in the future..."

"...I don't want to live in the courtyard."

"Come here, sleep with Jenny!"

Edda was in the same place.

At this time, in the distance, the angry voice of the female grandfather was again heard:

"Thales!"

"What are you still grinding!"

"I don't want to have dinner!"

Tyres took a deep breath, pulled his face and pulled it back from the "grievance prince" to "a happy teenager."

Dinner.

Of course I want to.

Just don't want to eat with a little lioness who is provoked.

The young prince had to sigh in the sky, while muttering "How cute when he was young", he screamed "come coming".

Tyres turned without hesitation and strode in the direction of Selma.

Leaving the rabbit, the ignorant Edda, confronted Wyatt and Rolf.

Jenny in the stables snorted and lowered her head to continue enjoying her meal.

"What happened to the two little kids?" Edda under the cloak looked at Jenny and shook the rabbit.

"You know," Wyatt sighed and touched her nose:

"Young is so good."

In the distance, Count Count Brisbane stopped and he slowly turned his head and glanced at the direction of the horse.

Yes, you are the target of venting anger by the Grand Duke of the Female, Prince Teres.

however.

She will only treat you as a "target."

This is where the problem lies.

With a deep gaze, the Regency of Regency turned and left.

The reason why the weekend is called a weekend is not the day when the author and the reader both rest.

So... what more... you know.

(End of this chapter)