Vol 2 Chapter 497: Not at all

Chapter 497 is not at all
Listening to the other's self-introduction, Taylor couldn't help but secretly punch.
Cloma.
of course.
Tyres silently: He knows the name.
The battle of the end of the seven hundred years ago, not the prince of Tomorrow, the revival king, was defeated in the "Coldwind Battle" and was trapped in the encirclement.
Even the letter crows who asked for help were hunted by the enemy's hunters in the air, hoping to sever.
The darkest moment was a commander who was responsible for raising the crow, and found a crow in the battlefield.
The commander was humble but young and fearless. In the eyes of desperate people, he embraced the last wounded crow, sneaked into the encirclement, broke through the blockade of the hunting scorpion and the bow, and the battlefield before the smashing of the battle. The edge let it go.
A miracle happened.
The wounded crow, which could not even fly at high altitude, eventually brought back the reinforcements of the northern people, saved the situation, saved the prince, and achieved the battle of "reversing the cold wind".
A few years later, Tomond called the king, the day of the founding of the stars, the lucky surrender of the squadron was sealed, and he was promoted to the rank of the thirteenth family. His surname became the most prominent three families in the Western Wilderness. one.
This legendary story was eventually saved into a sentence and became the inscription of the Kloma family:
Single wing savior. (Saveawing, saveaking.)
And the legendary crow, who was born with the death of the commander and left with only one wing, was painted on the atlas, embroidered the flag, printed the robes, became the name of the wing castle, and became the Klomm family for seven hundred years. The family logo that came:
Single-winged crow.
Tyres took a deep breath and looked at the knight in front of him.
Therefore, more than one hundred rifle glides seen in the desert, the so-called 'Thunder of the Thunder', including those heavy cavalry who are facing the orcs, and the baron who has gone from the freak to the 60% of the goods. ......
All listened to him.
Tyres smiled and did not hesitate to hold the other's palm:
"It's nice to meet you, Lord Earl of Fort Worth."
The Earl of the Wings also smiled, and he gently let go of the prince's hand.
"I know that you are tired after your journey, and you have experienced twists and turns, Your Highness, but please be relieved."
Dreyer turned sideways, revealing the thirteen flags behind him.
"According to the plan, now, I am with my two hundred priests and the one hundred horses of the twelve families of the wing castle, will join the team all the way until you return to the Fuxing Palace safely."
Taylor looked a glimpse.
"I'm very grateful."
Drew looked at the freak and suddenly frowned.
"So, this is the man sent by Baron Williams to you home?"
"The West is often prepared for the army, twenty..."
The count did not carelessly sweep away, and immediately reported the numbers:
"Twenty-five people?"
"To the prince?"
The face of the snake hand is hard to look at.
"Bo, Earl..."
He looked very nervous and swallowed:
"That, oh, no, cough, me, we are weird... we are stardust... I mean, we are the baron..."
But Dele did not look at him, just to Tyres:
"Although the Baron of the Blades is busy, I must offend that this is not appropriate."
"In particular, the Baron is still a direct vassal of the royal family."
The snake hand is a little anxious:
"No, that...the baron he..."
Tyres sighed.
"I told the baron not to disperse for me, and he had to act in order," the prince had to take over and give the sly snake a hand:
"After all, the Blades Camp has just experienced a lot of hardships."
The snake hand gratefully looked at him.
Diller was silent for a while, and he fixedly looked at Taylors.
The prince smiled and responded.
"I understand."
A few seconds later, Dele looked around and smiled:
"Really, he can't disperse his forces now."
The snake hand still wants to say something, but Dreux has turned around.
The snake hand can only go back and succumb to the embarrassment of the "true face" of the spirit blade.
I saw the Earl of the Fort Worth commanding his own subordinates:
"Tell the following Van Cleef and Cady, set aside the second and third teams, and go with me to the king."
"The prince's returning team can't be decent."
His voice is not big, but his drink is clear and his own strength.
Looking at the rushing squad, Tyres couldn't help but frown.
"His Excellency, thank you for your kindness, but you don't have to..."
Kedler jerked back:
"Forgive my persistence, Your Highness."
Tyres was shocked by his seriousness.
"Wandering for six years, returning to the kingdom, in the eyes of the stars, you are returning to your hometown or returning home..."
Dele stared at Taylors, seeming to stare his soul out of his eyes:
"This is very important."
"Prince Taylor."
Tyres looked at him slyly, and for a moment he couldn’t touch the count.
I saw Dele squint:
"And we can't be too careful. After all, you never know where the threat will come from."
In the face of the seemingly serious count, there are countless thoughts in the heart of Taylors.
The biggest idea is the words of the Duke of the West.
[The powerful aristocratic lords will rush to find you, woo the princes who have not returned to the country, use all means to get you to stand on their side and turn you into a pioneer against the Fuxing Palace. 】
[Before accepting their kindness, please remember: they are only against your father, but you are not really loyal to you]
A few seconds later, Tyres pressed the extra thoughts and politely nodded:

Thank you, you think very well.

Dele also nodded and smiled again:
"Thank you for your understanding."
But the count of the count turned:
"I heard that Cyril has already met you?"
Cyril Falkenhaus.
When Tyler heard the name, he unconsciously pulled his eyebrows.
"Yes, just yesterday, he came to... visit me."
Dele looked at him for a while, then he smiled:

Hey, I understand how you feel.

understanding?
Recalling the conversation with the Duke of the West, Taylors snorted in the bottom of his heart.
really?
But Dreux seemed to see through his thoughts, only to see the young Earl Earl whispered:
"A long time ago, after talking to the Dukes for the first time, it took me a full month to figure out what he had said to me during the whole hour of laughter and roar."
Dreiser’s smile is helpless:
"And this does not include the rhetoric and metaphor that he came from."
Rhetoric and metaphor.
What Taylors thought of, involuntarily sighed.
He felt the same feeling in front of Diller:
"Is it."
Taylors laughed:
"Then you know him well."
But Dre's reaction was beyond his expectations.
"No, Your Highness."
This time, Count Klomar responded quickly, but half of it was ridiculous, and half was serious:
"I never knew the Duke."
I saw the owner of the single-winged crow, and the young Earl of Earl, squinting, seemed to have a deep meaning:
"Not at all."

Blades camp, a broken and remote house.
A figure with a cane and a thick leather gown slowly broke into the room.
"I let Gao He save you and give you a hiding place, not to let you drink my inventory."
In the dimly lit room, a man sitting at the table slowly turned back and snorted, not quite sure.
From the head and shoulders to the hands and feet, the man wrapped all the thick bandages and only listened to his unpleasant laughter:
"Oh, yes, sorry, savior."
He looked at the visitor and was very drunk to hold a bottle
"Fortunately, I still drink the remaining bottle, look, this is the bottle..."
The next second, the man loosened his hand, his snoring sounded, the bottle fell on the ground, and the wine splashed.
The guests frowned when they watched the wine splashing on his boots and leather robes.
"Oh oh," the man with the bandage spread his hands and smiled uncomfortably:
"Now the last bottle is gone."
In the dim, the guest was silent for a while, and did not sit down, just faintly:
"Tomorrow, you are in the camp of our team and go back."
The shape of the man is a stiff.
"go back?"
He has come back to God, and his distracting eyes are clear:
"What about the mission? What about the little sister?"
The guest snorted and his eyes were sharp and his voice was dry and unpleasant:
"I have seen it, he is protected."
"Impossible."
Hanzi was a little while.
"impossible?"
He muttered, the wine disappeared, and the expression on his face slowly became fierce:
"That little cockroach..."
The man slammed the table and he stood up and bit his teeth to the guest:
"No, no, you can't, but I can! Give me the route and the sentry arrangement, I can touch it in the middle of the night-"
But the guest refused him mercilessly:
"No, you can't."
The guest looked at the bandage on the man's body and made a chin:
"You are being miserable."
The man shook his head impatiently and snorted:
"Just a little injury, believe me, you should go see another guy."
"He is much worse than me."
The dimly lit guest did not speak, he just looked at the bandaged man carefully.
"I really want to believe in you."
The guest pressed his hands on the crutches, his eyes were cold and his tone was deep:
"Can I?"
This is a man who is a man.
The man’s eyes were shot through the bandage and stared at the guests for a while.
After a few seconds, the man exhaled and sat down heavily.
"Do not worry, no one will doubt you."
The man looks like something, and he screams:
"The secret department, Long Yucheng, including the self-made clever little sister, they all thought that I worked for the king, I mean, the king of ‘we’.

The man screamed at his head and snorted, seemingly a headache.
The guest rubbed his back and scorned:
"But this is also true, right."
The man spit out a heavy breath, he raised a finger and looked at the other person's eyes very unhappy:
"Hey!"
"All you want is to leave the donkey in the North, but you can't say it must be Longyan City."
When you look at each other's fingers, you are not angry, but the tone is more and more indifferent:
"You go to King Chaman, which makes things complicated."
"I--" The man seems to want to justify something, but his unhappy mood is weakened after touching the cold eyes of the other person.
The man leaned back on the table, and the bandaged hand waved in the air:
"What can I do then?"
He seems to have a repressed anger in every word:
"The old witch in the dark room was suspicious of me a few years ago. Do you know how many people she sent to deal with me after the death of King Nunn..."
"And the secret, hey, if the prince falls back to Longyan City, they will only force me to go back and save him once again - that is not as simple as being a babysitter."
The guest did not answer, just listened to the other person quietly.
The man sighed out a depressed and painful anger, pressed his head again, and the words were slightly annoyed:
"Only, only the king of the shackles, only when he began to shelter me like Nunn, the secret and darkrooms will not come to me again..."
The guests looked at the floor and ordered a cane.
"But you messed up."
In a word, the resentment of the bandage man was once again pressed back.
The man's breathing was so fast that after several round trips, he opened his mouth and made an unpleasant voice.
"Hah, standing and talking, it's certainly easy to move your mouth."
This time, the man’s words are filled with anger and anger:
"Why don't you go to the Stars by yourself and cut it for half an hour?"
But the guests obviously don’t eat this set, just look at each other and sneer:
"You are all burnt, not like a knife in front."
The man was plugged in for a while, but he quickly increased the volume:
"That's not the point!"
"There is still the mask. His skill is stronger than that of a decade ago. It’s not easy to sneak up on him. It’s also to drag the wound into the desert, while tracking and hiding, and I The road is unlucky, and it’s not the big group orcs that are met in the army..."
The man stood up and complained that he was getting more and more anxious and getting more and more unhappy:
"And when I get here, I will contact the people who are the king of the prostitutes, when I am ready to do it..."
"You guys, these stars, stupidly slammed into the South, and actually in the blade camp! Do you know how much effort I have spent to escape from thousands of chaos and mobs?"
"And the blind man, he suddenly disappeared in the camp, and then came back with the troops of the legendary wing? I will do it!"
"And shouldn't this be your site?"
The man was so angry that he sighed in pain and sighed and pressed his forehead.
The guest was silent for a while.
"I told you that once you reach the sphere of influence of the stars, things will be very troublesome."
The guest’s voice sounded with his cane:
"And now, the dark room, the secret department, the black sand collar, the praying city, oh, right, and the dragon city."
"The five parties, each side has a reason to find your account."
The man pressed his head and only felt more headaches.
The guest raised his eyebrows and played with the tone:
"What should you do?"
The man hurriedly breathed for a while, but he let go of his hand and snorted:
"It seems that I have to five sets of statements to let them let go of my head, fuck."
The smile is helpless and relieved.
Both of them were silent for a while.
After a long while, the guest asked abruptly:
"So can you hold on, old friend?"
The man snorted:
"Of course."
The man smashed his hand and looked around with disdain:
"I have my method, have you forgotten my nickname?"
But the guest’s next sentence made him frown:
"no, you can not."
The tone is heavy, and its meaning is cold.
Can't?
The man has some doubts.
But he soon felt that the headache had just become more intense.
What he realized.
The next second, the man's figure swayed, his hands clinging to the table behind him!
A numbness and dizziness hit him, so that he could no longer hold his trembling arm and threw himself into the chair.
The man raised his eyes in disbelief, looking at the guests with a light expression in front of him, and then looking at the broken bottle on the ground.
"Wine...you..."
"You know, I have stored these wines here for a reason." The guests were faint.
"But you have to talk."
The man breathed desperately, but felt that the power and consciousness in his body disappeared little by little.
Impossible, those wines, he tested, tested...
The man squinted and stared at the guests in front of him.
"As for your nickname, old friend, do you know..."
The guest smashed his crutches and turned indifferently, letting the man's eyes lose their eyes and fell to the ground.
"I don't like crows."
When you look at the man who is no longer struggling, the eyes are chilling:
"Not at all."
In fact, I was emotionally excited after reading the latest collection of "Game of Thrones" yesterday, so I went to work hard.
Long live the bear island Loli! Long live the second!
(End of this chapter)