Vol 2 Chapter 308: "Hate" Ian

Chapter 308 "Nasty Ghosts" Ian
An hour later, the prince of the stars, which had just been finished from the blood garden, was accompanied by Rolf and Wyatt and walked down the corridor to the Hall of Heroes.
Tyres took a deep breath and passed a team of fiercely staring at his guards. He looked at the familiar patterns and furnishings in the Yingling Palace.
"Are you alright, Your Highness?" This is a little worried about Wyah.
"It can't be better," Tyres replied with a slap in the face: "Why do you ask?"
"Because when I was just outside, Lord Puttiel said that the little Ronnie was coming to propose... If this made you very troubled..." Wyatt stunned, he turned his head and saw Rolf holding his hand tightly. The ground was buckled on his shoulder, his eyes were severe, and he shook his head hard.
"Look, this is the problem," Tyres said with a sigh of relief: "Everyone thinks the same direction, even you."
Wyatt and Rolf face each other.
"But the real problem is," Taylors turned his mind crazy and unconsciously clenched his fist: "This is impossible."
Yes.
propose.
What kind of joke?
Just as Wyatt and Rolf were more and more puzzled, there was a dense footstep and conversation after the corner.
"Hey, the pattern engraved on the beast's first bone - the five-headed chain? I know, it was the private emblem from the "smile" Nunn to the 'big hand' Solon Walton six hundred years ago. At that time, Walton’s logo was not a dragon gun in the clouds..."
This is a slightly frivolous young male voice who seems to be looking forward on the road:
"Ah, this weapon must have been a black-sworded sword of the smasher's Moster Nagel, more than three hundred years ago?"
The Star Prince stopped.
"That is..." Wyatt wondered.
They don't have to worry about it soon.
"That's just an imitation," said Nicholas's voice, but it sounded uncomfortable: "The real thing was buried with Moste--in the graveyard of the Whiteblade."
The frivolous male sighed: "Yes, I have to say, I am a little disappointed... but it doesn't matter, anyway, I will soon see the long-awaited, famous soul gun..."
Taylors narrowed his eyes: Nie Lai and a group of Dagong guards accompanied another team of strangers and walked out from the corner.
In the moment of seeing the tales, the comet smirked slightly and unobtrusively.
"This is..." Niely coughed.
Tyres focused his eyes and looked at the conspicuous and special stranger in the stranger, embroidering a young nobleman with a knight's emblem on his shoulder.
"Thank you, Lord Lord, but I know exactly who I am." In the mission of the city of Qiyuan, the well-dressed and simple young man turned his head and stared at Taylors with his eyes.
He is very young, at most in his early twenties, with curly hair that has been over-the-ear. Compared with the long-haired grandfather that Teres has seen, his face looks softer and his eyes are full of strange smiles.
So, it is him.
The man who claims to be proposing to Selma?
The young man turned the hidden smile into a clear smile. He decisively stepped forward and reached out his palm under the robe: "The first time I met, Prince Teres, long-awaited your reputation."
As soon as this statement came out, the people in the group of Qiyuan City turned their eyes to the prince in front of their eyes, and there were various emotions in their eyes.
Tyres chuckled in his heart.
I also have a reputation.
"Thank you," said Tyres, pressing his heart and smiling, holding his palm: "Then you must be the son of Ronnie..."
The opponent's palm is very powerful, and the tiger's mouth and the four fingers have the familiarity of Taylors.
A well-trained aristocratic warrior - perhaps just like his father.
but……
"Ian Ronnie, who is the Viscount of the Windy City under the city of Qiyuan, specially came to make Longyan City," the young man named Ian interrupted and laughed at him, self-reporting: "The father said, There were many things that impressed him on the trip to Longyan City six years ago."
"There is no such thing - that young wise prince."
Taylor's heart moved.
In addition to the guest set, he caught the focus - the Viscount of the Wind City.
Ian Ronnie, he has his own title and cover.
Even so young.
Even if he is already the heir to the Grand Duke of Qiyuan.
This more or less explains what.
Taylors let go of the other hand.
"Please thank my father for your help," said Tyres, who suppressed the slightest sense of disobedience in his heart, and said quietly: "I am also impressed with Ronnie Dani - especially his fearless and resolute."
After listening to this sentence, Ian’s expression suddenly became very strange.
He took a sigh of relief and stared at Taylors, smiling like a smile.
Taylors narrowed his eyes.
"Oh..." Finally, Lord Ronnie still laughed.
He shook his head, his expression was interesting, and he said something.
The speed of this sentence is extremely fast, the bite is sharp and harsh, and Taylor can't understand it.
but.
"Please forgive?" Taylors wondered: "I didn't understand what you were saying."
"Oh, sorry," Ian said as he just reacted. He apologized and spread his hands: "No, please forgive me."
"My accent is with my mother, so sometimes I am not used to talking with a North accent."
Taylor’s heart glimpsed.
Not used to the North accent...
but……
Ian laughed: "And what I just said is: Thank you for your generosity, it will make my father's stubborn stupidity a fearless and resolute."
Taylors glimpsed.
stubborn? silly?
The people who responded to this were not only the prince of the stars, but in the group of the praying city behind them, many nobles were ugly, and an old nobleman with a senior citizen coughed a lot, reminding their viscounts.
"Ah, we all know that you have a cough, old Bernie," Ian did not return, loudly and unceremoniously: "Since it has arrived in Longyan City, it will converge, okay?"
"That's exactly what I want to say, Xiao Ian," the old aristocrat replied rudely to him: "especially in front of the Star Prince."
Ronnie snorted without hesitation.
Niely frowned and looked at the interaction inside the city of Qiyuan, without saying a word.
"That's really... novelty evaluation," the prince of the stars smiled a little with a sly smile, pretending not to see the guilt of the mission: "And also from his son."
"It's not surprising, thank you for your wit and righteousness six years ago, so that his stubborn head is still on his neck, instead of following the princes to the prison river to loyalty, and throwing it to the city of Qiyuan. "It’s a mess," Ian laughed and licked his hand, revealing a thoughtful expression:
"Of course, if it does happen, maybe I can still inherit the city of Qiyuan earlier."
This sentence once again makes Taylors speechless.
There was another unrecognized cough in the group. This time it was very loud and seemed very dissatisfied.
"But that is my father, a typical northerner," Ian looked sighing with regret, and immediately put on a smile: "And my mother used to say that the people of the North are on the head." There is a big fist in the fist, facing the sky - snow covered in spring and winter, empty in summer and autumn, hahahaha!"
This statement, whether it is the Longyan City people on both sides, or the people of the Qiyuan City Mission have become ugly.
Only Ian smiled very happily.
Wye's eyes widened and she looked at Rolf, who made a "consent" gesture.
Tyres twitched his face and laughed.
He has a feeling: this Ian Ronnie, there are some, how to say...
Potholes?
Tyres thought of the heroic and courageous Ronnie, and looked at the frivolous son of the sigh, and sighed in his heart.
"Ha ha ha ha," the prince smiled slyly: "I have to say, you still... really not like your father's son."
"what!"
"I am really the father's son?" Little Ronnie laughed and said again, "This is also a suspicion that has plagued my father for many years. I said, no wonder my mother died so early. Is it true? Is to cover up..."
The smile of Tyres stiffened on his face.
There was an unwelcome low drink in the group: "Ian!"
Ian lowered his head slightly, and the light pulled a shadow on his face.
Immediately, he smiled again.
"Ha ha ha ha ha!" Little Ronnie laughed and waved his hand behind him: "Just kidding, look at your expression!"
At that moment, Tells knew what the guilty feeling was.
Ian Ronnie, this guy, his way of saying and doing things...
Not like one...
Northern people.
"Gentlemen," Nie Lai, who was a receptionist, watched with great vigilance and talked about it -- at least on the surface -- two people: "Maybe we shouldn't let the woman wait for a long time?"
Ian looked at Nie Lai's look and shrugged.
"Come on, prince," Lord Rooney ignored the prince's look and took the latter's shoulder: "Let's talk while walking, I believe we will be good friends."
Tyles subconsciously broke his hand, but Ian just smiled.
"Trust me, Prince Teres," he said with great enthusiasm, but with deep meaning: "There are a lot of things we can talk about."
"For example, the marriage of a female grandfather."
Taylors stunned.
Niely frowned and his face was not good, but he didn't say anything after all.
"And," Ian pushed Tells, stepped forward with him, and smiled cheerfully:
"Face to the Northland... I think we must talk."
Do not.
Tyres gave up his sigh of relief from Ronnie’s self-satisfaction.
For now.
People who can talk to you...
Probably only Edda.
Tyres gave a worried look to Wyatt and Rolf, who were worried, and stepped forward.

As you just said, your mother is a foreigner?
The prince recalled the scene and asked sharply:
From Commas?

"Oh, no, she is of course the Exeter," the little Ronnie replied briskly: "And it comes from the city of Pray."

Pray the city locally?

Tyres slightly frowned: "But you just said that her accent is not north..."
The young Viscount of the Windy City raised an eyebrow and revealed a "surely" look.
They are behind Nikola and slowly approach the hero hall.
"You haven't been to Pray City, Your Highness?"
"I have not been so honored yet."
"No wonder." Ian slightly shook his head with deep thoughts and snorted.
He sighed: "When everyone talks about the Kingdom of Exeter, they always say: It is the Northland, the kingdom of the Northland people - as if the Exeter is a Northlander."
Tyres was provoked by the follow-up questions presupposed by this sentence: "But?"
"But they have forgotten," Ian turned his head and smiled slightly: "The West of the Exeter Kingdom, at least one of the territories does not belong to the old Northland, and its people are not only rough. Northern people."
Tyres made a slight move: "Pray the city?"
Ian nodded and the voice was powerful: "Pray the city."
I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional. Their footsteps slowly lag behind Nieulai's many distances: "As early as the kings of the ancient empire, there was such a barren and ridiculous land, west from the West Cliff, east to the barren The people who live on it are struggling to survive, and they are called 'bitter people'."
"The land was designated by the ancient empire as their western Taoist province. It is very different from the northern provinces in the east and the provinces in the west.
Lord Ronnie raised his head and gently wiped the emblem of the Knight's Law on his shoulder.
"And after the end of the war, the hero of the card-resistant man, the one of the nine knights, the "seeking truth" Curry Kun Ronnie took his sword and axe to the land named Xitao, up and down The conquest, the expansion of the territory, the construction of the castle, and finally on the conquered land, announced to the bitter people: from this moment, they are all Exeter."
"He is the first grandfather of the city," Ian chuckled. "Unlike other Dagong, the seeker is the body of the people in the north. With the way of the North, it rules the countless West." The lord of Exeter."

It’s the same,
said Tyres.
It’s not always heard on the courses of the 'Northern People’s Unity’.

Ian shook his head and smiled and said: "Of course, outsiders rarely care about such differences, even the Eckers in other places."
He looked up with interest and looked around with a North-style decoration: "It's no wonder that in the top ten territories of Exeter, the whistle-collar and the scepter guarded the oldest line of defense in the north. The glacial sea and the elk city have the threat of the east coast to worry; the southern three collars near the northern part of the star are self-evident; and the Longyan City and the Licang City are the central areas of the northern land since ancient times, which is the heart of the kingdom."
"In contrast, it is particularly irrelevant, especially in the west, where the land is sparsely populated and can only be dealt with by sand thieves and merchants, isn't it?"
Nie Lai looked back and looked at them with an unclear meaning.
Ian immediately reported a bright smile.
"But you are still a member of Exeter," Tells shrugged. "You have had a king."
Ian snorted.
"Three hundred years ago, if it wasn't for the night-wing king who had hit the eastern part of the kingdom," he sighed. "There is no way to win the throne and never even take the Ronnie family. I can't wait for the king of Lhasa Ronnie to pray in the city. Coronation."
"From the name, I can see a lot - praying for the city, praying, far away," Ronald patted the prince's shoulder and said helplessly: "Pray far city is only a distant place for Exeter. No matter what happened on the wasteland, everyone else in the kingdom would have to pray a long time, even if it was taken care of mercifully."
Taylors did not speak.
However, his judgment on the situation and his estimation of Qiyuan’s intentions have changed many times.
In the next second, Ian bowed his head, close to the ear of Teres, and whispered:
"The most important thing is that since it is not the land of the northern people - why should the people of the Northland pay attention to it, and pay attention to the West Tao people who are living or dead?"
Taylors glimpsed.
"Just need to know that there is still the kingdom of Exeter. When you are bragging about the outside world, you can still use the big territory to show Exeter's national strength. It is enough, isn't it," Ian still hangs. On his shoulder, he raised a finger and whispered: "So, many Xitao people can't help but think: Northlanders, maybe they really care, only the one that is painted on the map."
"And this, this is the question of the city of Pray, the Ronnie family who is a native of the North, who has faced the past six hundred years."
The two whispers were silent for a while.

It sounds tricky,
the prince whispered.
Make sure, your father often has a headache for him to rule the people – what do you mean by the ‘Western Turtles’ question?

Ian smiled a little: "It's just like Longyan City, isn't it?"
Tyres is silent.
But he has heard something.
Ronnie re-raised her head and raised the volume to a normal level, so that everyone could hear: "It’s a pitiful day. For more than six hundred years, we all care for ourselves."
Ian turned his head and smiled softly:
"So, twenty years ago, the king of the day did not hesitate to use the name of the king, the power of the city, to help the West..."
"This is the case, the Ronnie family will always remember the heart..."
"Yes, the loyal alliance can be formed." Little Ronnie blinked: "So, as a member, we are willing to follow such a king until the end of his life."
Tyres raised his brow and said: "I understand."
The prince thought about the other party's intentions.
The Honorable Viscount of the Windy City, it seems to be a scornful thing, and it is not a question...
but……
From now until now, literally...
What he wants to convey is...
Taylors raised his head and lowered his voice: "Why are you sending me a message to invite me, Lord of Windsor?"
"I am just a foreign prince."
Ian bowed his head and revealed a mysterious smile:
"As I said, in order to propose to the woman, I need a reliable witness."
Tyres did not change his face, but he glanced at the people around him and deliberately walked faster.
He frowned slightly: "How do you know that I am reliable?"
Ian snorted from the nose.
"Because if it's not reliable," Ian chuckled. "You won't come."
Tyres was a word.
After a few seconds, the prince said: "In case your estimate is wrong? If you find the wrong person?"
"I may be wrong," Ian maintained a mysterious smile: "But the black sand collar must not be wrong."
Taylors was silent.
"Proposing to marry a woman, are you serious?"
Ronnie shrugged: "Of course."
"Otherwise, if the female grandfather is married to someone else, what can we do?"
Tyres frowned: "We?"
Ian snorted and looked at him quite deeply, lengthening the tone and repeating the word softly: "I--we."
Taylors sinks for a while.
Ian let go of his shoulder and watched it with interest.
"I understand," Taylors sighed for a moment, whispering: "Wait a little glimpse, what are the important things that take time?"
"I think about it," said Little Ronnie, scratching his forehead. "In addition to the false greetings, I also wrote a personal letter from my father's ancient knight's sentence style, and cried and asked Longjingcheng to be compassionate. We sent troops to save us from the ruin, and finally gnashed our teeth and counted the king’s guilt and invited Long Yucheng to join the camp of the right side..."
"Gone."
Tyres nodded and resisted the slogan of his series of words: "then hurry and end."
"Tonight, I will invite the female grandfather and you to go to the dining room to discuss the really important things."
"Only three of us - maybe even the Regency of Lisbon, if he insists as always."
At that moment, Ian’s eyes lit up.
"I am very much looking forward to it," Ronald Ronald said, "I promise, it will end soon."
The next second, they finally came to the door of the hero hall.
The corps of the mission stopped tacitly, sorted out the dress on the body, and then looked at Ian sternly.
Seems to be warning.
Their eyes made Teres quite uncomfortable.
Ian had to breathe a sigh of relief, playing the Knight's Law emblem on the shoulder, and surrendering and raising his hands.
"Are you ready?" Nie Lai narrowed his eyes and observed the crowd.
Then he waved his hand.
In the heavy roar, the two guards pushed the door open steadily.
Exposed in the row of Dagong guards, as well as the Grand Duke at the end of the hall.
Including the rear of the throne, the dark soul gun.
All the people in the hall turned their eyes and looked at the entrance to the hall to see the visitors to the city of Qiyuan.
Ian narrowed his eyes and looked at the ancient hall that represented Long Yucheng.
In the sunshine and the light of the lights, the dragon's embossing in the clouds at the top of the hall is inconspicuous, making the dark and heavy hero hall more majestic and stable.
"Relax," Tyres licked his shoulder and screamed: "You are more fortunate than when I first came."
When the prince looked at the Hall of Heroes and remembered his first visit, he could not help but bow his head and sigh.
"Is it?" Ian snorted and stepped forward and walked into the hall.
Hey, hey, hey.
The footsteps sounded.
"Guests from the city of Qiyuan..." The commander spoke up.
But the next moment, he was immediately interrupted by a bigger voice.
"Honor, Lord Selma Walton!"
Ian walked firmly on the stone floor, pressing the voice of the messenger and shouting loudly: "Ian Ronnie."
"On behalf of my father, Grand Master of the City, Kuri Kun Ronnie, I would like to extend my sincere greetings to you!"
what?
The people in the hall looked at them in surprise and looked at the slow-moving step, not to treat themselves as the outsider of Ian Ronnie.
Tyres sighed, and he remembered Croweech, who had seen him before, thinking how so many strange people were.
And do you like to self-report your home?
The prince subconsciously stepped behind and opened the distance with Ian.
Ian Ronnie’s footsteps and enthusiasm on the two sides of the Grand Duke and the Count of Brisbane, the Count of Dresden, and other nobles of the Dragon City, and even the strange gaze of Ned Monti from the city of Pray. Looking at the female grandfather who is on the throne, I looked at her appearance: "I came to Longyan City for the first time, and I am excited and excited!"
In the seat, Selma, who was waiting for her, seemed to be somewhat restrained, only to see her licking her lips and her face.
Tyres clenched his fist unconsciously.
The female tycoon took a deep breath and nodded to the Count of Brisbane next to the seat, then cleared her throat and said: "Thank you for your concern..."
However, once again, Ian Ronnie from Qiyuan City was unexpected.
Under the gaze of the audience, Ian Ronnieha smiled and interrupted Selma without hesitation:
"I here on behalf of Qiyuan City sincerely request Long Yucheng to decisively send troops, join our war against the Freedom League, to protect the reputation of your grandfather and father... and, we really hate the unruly work. The king - I believe that everyone is the same," Lord Ronnie raised his hands, his mouth kept on, and he spoke down like a river of endless water:
"So I sincerely invite you, Selma Walton, the granddaughter, to sign the joint announcement on the joint bill that will be full of the country and condemn the atrocities of the king..."
Speaking without stopping, Ian, who was indifferent, never forgot to take a roll of a slightly deformed letter from her arms, blowing the glazed paint on the top, and handing it to the comet that stared at him inexplicably. By.
"...all the details are written in my father's letter--but I really suggest that you remove all the adjectives and read them again, which will be much smoother."
Ian spit out a sigh of relief and seemed to be happy for saying such a long list.
After a few seconds, he shook his head, revealing a bright smile: "And then I guess, our glimpse is over?"
The voice fell.
The entire hall of heroes was silent and silent.
It's been a whole few seconds.
End?
What do you mean?
It seems that everyone has not responded, and Tyres is also stunned to see Ian in the field.
Soon, in the group of the praying city behind Ian, there was a sigh of sighs.
Tyres also heard the voice of the old aristocrat who prayed for himself and was mad at me, "I know it would be like this."
Selma reacted from the shock.
She seemed to be overwhelmed, and she turned to see Brisbane, who was getting tighter and closer, and looked at the stalker of the forehead: "Forehead, I think..."
"Just just now!"
Ian raised his index finger and once again grabbed the right to speak in the hall. The tone of the tone was so happy that the audience was once again stunned:
"Prince Tellers from the stars invited me to enjoy the star food he brought tonight. To be honest, I can't wait now - so we might as well stop here?"
This time, everyone's eyes turned around and stared at Taylors.
With the gaze of the audience, the Prince of Stars painfully scratched his forehead.
He could only twitch his face, revealing an ugly and awkward smile.
Ian Ronnie.
This guy……
[I promise that it will end soon. 】
This guy……
Ian still kept a full smile and bowed deeply: "Thank you for your hospitality again! Dear Ms. Selma!"
After all, he turned without hesitation.
Strode out of the hero hall.
On the way, I did not forget to give a thumbs to Tyres, revealing his neat white teeth.
Hey, hey, hey.
As he did, Ian’s footsteps gradually drifted away.
Until I can't hear it.
Leave the hall full of hardcover, look at the city's nobility and guards.
There was a clear cough in the silence of the audience.
"This is really..." The face of Brisbane's regent became very bad. He was very vague: "It's an accident."
"That one……"
"You know," Ned Monty, who had previously met with Tells, stood at the bottom of the head. It seemed to be a little embarrassed to swear, spread his hands and smiled at the audience. :
"That's why, Lord Dagong wants to send me as the forerunner of the mission."
The comet took the letter that Iansai gave him, and his face looked at Monty ugly.
It turned out to be the case.
Monty - You made me "entertain" Lord Ian, which is what it meant.
"And, by the way, let me introduce..."
"What you just saw is Ian Ronnie, the son of the Grand Duke, and the Viscount of the Windy City." It seems that for the sake of understanding, Monti haha ​​smiled and pointed to the direction in which Ian left: "The nobles gave him a foreigner." number……"
Monty swayed her head and seemed to want to laugh:

‘hate the ghost’ Ian.

The hall was quiet again, and it was quiet that Taylors wanted to sneak away.
In the hustle and bustle of the atmosphere, a call screamed abruptly:
"That, sorry, please bother."
Everyone turned their heads and brushed their heads.
By the gate, Ian Ronnie’s face was revealed again.
I saw that he still smiled and smiled at the crowd in the hall:
"Excuse me, where is my room arranged?"
The recent slower description:
1. The recent codeword status is not good, tired and lazy at the same time come to the door.
2. The first important story of this volume is coming soon. Before and after the slogan, the climax is laid out, and it is necessary to repeatedly scrutinize and catch insects in the syllabus.
Adding the above two together, the recent writing process in this volume is like a turtle climbing.
That's it, explain it to everyone.
(End of this chapter)