Chapter 53: Ms

　　 "Don't make trouble!" The young waiter said helplessly, "I just asked you to face your own situation, but didn't persuade you to give up. Although there are many difficulties, we are not without a chance."
　　 "I have been shocked by you for so many years, and I have already known my own situation. What I need now is not a shock, but a little confidence."
　　 Patlem shook the young waiter's hand affectionately and said affectionately.
　　 "The attitude of other people is irrelevant, as long as you let me fight, I will fight, you let me give up, don't worry about this so-called duke title."
　　 "Don't be so childish."
　　 The young waiter took his hand out without a trace.
"This is the Duke's Mansion. I have been seen. The dispute over your inheritance will be a fatal blow. Well, since you want to hear it, I will help you analyze it again. Philip's shrewdness and strength are his greatest strengths. It is also his most fatal weakness."
"A shrewd and powerful new ruler is in the interests of ordinary people, but it is not in the interests of those nobles and nobles. A desert lion is enough for them. They will never want to have another equally fierce desert tiger. Wait until they realize At this point, it will naturally move closer to us."
　　 "But we can't just keep a low profile. In that case, even if you get the right of inheritance, you still need to look at their faces. It is very necessary to show your abilities from time to time."
"The Bastille is a good point of intervention. If the news brought by Sir Crest is completely reliable, it would be a good choice to bring the Bastille under our control. Bolton Batchel can use there. There is no reason why we can't do it without earning thousands of soldiers."
Patlem looked at the young waiter talking, his eyes gleaming, and if it weren't obviously masculine, he thought he was an emotional girl, and murmured: "Conrad, do you know? You talk freely The look is really charming, like the rebirth of the of wisdom."
　　 "This is blasphemy, don't talk nonsense."
　　 Conrad, the young waiter, glared at Patlem.
"This Kleist is said to be Bolton's right-hand man. He has a small reputation. In recent years, he has taken over many things in the Bastille. If you win him over and rebuild the Bastille, it will be very useful. When you have the opportunity, If you contact him in private, what this kind of old fox likes to do is to have both sides."
　　 "I know, I know, I hate this kind of old fox the most. I just want to make a profit without paying the price. There are so many good things in the world."
　　 Patlem was a little absent-minded to deal with it. If it weren't for Conrad, he was rather impatient with these things. It would be better to find a beautiful and picturesque place and discuss some emotional issues elegantly that would interest him.
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In the back garden of the Faerun family’s castle, there are three women elegantly sipping afternoon tea. The looks of the three are the best choices. Sitting among the flowers, they are the three most beautiful flowers. The posture or the etiquette are perfectly matched with the ladies and young ladies in the chanting.
Especially the woman at the top has a mature charm that the other two have never had. The face of twenty-seven and eighteen years old is the best age for a woman, but her eyes reveal the grace of a woman of forty or fifty years old. Wise.
　　 If you look closely, you will find that this person's appearance is 50 to 60% similar to that of Sean, especially the eyebrows and the bridge of the nose.
　　 This person is not someone else, it is Sean's careless mother Elena Augustine who has not been seen for months or even half a year.
　　 As for her age, she naturally doesn't match what her appearance shows. This is another benefit brought by the warlock.
　　 After entering adulthood, physiological characteristics will become much slower than ordinary people. The specific slowness varies from person to person and has a direct relationship with one's own ability.
　　 This is not only effective for warlocks, but also for knights. It is not particularly obvious for knights. It is quite obvious when it is changed to grand knights and even champion knights.
　　Once the average person is over forty, even if he keeps on exercising, his body will go downhill, and there are many knights who are still active on the battlefield at the age of fifty.
　　 As for the great knight, it is not unusual for a knight to go to the battlefield at the age of 70 or 80. Even if the champion knight is over 100, it is an existence that ordinary people cannot look up to.
　　 In other words, the lifespan of the knights who are successful in warlocks and forging bodies is much longer than that of ordinary people. Of course, this length is also limited, if the natural life span of ordinary people is 100.
　　 The lifespans of the master class and champion knights are about 180 and 150 respectively, and beyond that, they are rare, just like the one hundred and twenty-thirty-year-old birthday stars among ordinary people.
　　 This is also another reason for the rush to practice knights on the continent of Ashan. Everyone is capable. Who doesn't want to live longer?
　　Especially those nobles, it would be a great surprise if they could awaken the talent of a warlock, and if they couldn't, it would have been training since childhood, and becoming a knight is inevitable.
It’s difficult to be a knight, and easy to say. As long as you train two to three hourglasses a day, you can keep up with all kinds of nutrition, especially meat and eggs, and persist for more than five years. As long as you are not born with birth defects, you will have a knight-level physique. .
　　 The real threshold is to become a great knight. What is needed is not simply a matter of great perseverance, but also a systematic training method. Some external help and own talent are indispensable.
　　 As for the champion knight, that kind of humanoid monster is not trained. So far, no organization dares to pat their chest and say that they can train the champion knight.
　　 Even the rich and powerful Holy See of the Holy Ether and the secret society of witches, known for their mystery, have not made any substantial progress in this area.
　　 Ms. Elena’s age, even if her biological son Sean hasn’t thoroughly figured it out, age is the secret of every woman, and this rule is universal in any world.
Sean guessed that her mother was right. She was indeed not an ordinary person. As an Andis mountain resident, she could sit and drink coffee in the back garden of the Duke’s mansion, where the sales of Andis mountain people were the pillar industry. Most people can do it.
"This is the last course of treatment. The various functions of your heart have stabilized. From now on, you only need to get rid of the cold. This is directly related to your natural ability. There is no way to completely eradicate it. Now you can do moderate-intensity exercise. Do not try too extreme sports lightly."
　　 Ms. Elena took a sip of black coffee, still not too satisfied.
　　 "Although my ability has returned to the secret language level in the past few years, no matter the energy level, it is still a long way from the control level, otherwise the result will be more perfect."
　　 "I am very grateful to Aunt Elena for this result." The woman who spoke was the youngest of the three.
　　 looks like she is only fourteen or five years old. Both her figure and her face are small. This makes her appear much younger than her actual age. Her skin is crystal clear, like a fragile crystal flower.
　　 In terms of appearance alone, she is the first of the three. She has a relatively soft face from Andes, but there are unique edges and corners of the Byron between her eyebrows, which is three to four points similar to Duke Borg.
　　 There is no doubt that she is a hybrid of Byron and Andis, and is related to the contemporary Duke of Faerun.
When she laughed, she also had a calm atmosphere. A pair of small round dimples and small pointed tiger teeth made her a little bit more naughty out of thin air. From late autumn to spring, flowers bloomed, "With the power of Aunt Elena It’s definitely not more than ten years to enter the control level. At that time, my aunt will definitely not sit back and watch Angie Beina continue to suffer."
　　 "Your little mouth is the sweetest."
　　 Ms. Elena squeezed the other's small face dozingly.
　　 "If my aunt has really entered the control level one day, she will not sit idly by. It's just that the mystery of the control level is not so easy to grasp. I haven't had the slightest idea yet. Ten years, it's easier said than done."
　　 "Others can't do it, Aunt Elena can do it." Angie Bella showed more confidence than Elena herself, "You are the smartest person I have ever seen."
"If your teacher hears this sentence, she will be unhappy." Ms. Elena couldn't help but smile. Everyone likes to listen to compliments, and she is no exception, especially such compliments. When extremely sincere.
"Hey!" Anji Beina showed a little fox smile, "My teacher, you don't know, the typical knife-mouthed bread heart, embarrassing me, and she also said in private that her aunt has a lot of Every aspect is smarter than her."
　　 "Really?" Elena was aroused by the last sentence, UU reading www.uukanshu. com's own temperament to strengthen the younger sister, she can't understand it better, since she was a child, she hasn't heard a word of submissiveness, praise herself behind her back, it is really rare.
　　 "Really!"
　　 Anji Beina nodded vigorously, with a definite expression.
　　 "I have to ask her personally when I have time."
"Aunt Elena, aren't you selling me?" Angel Bena's face drooped, "If you really ask, the teacher will not admit it to death, and I will arrange a meal afterwards. "
"Haha... she can indeed do this." Elena turned her head and looked at the other woman. Just as the two were talking, she went out for a while, and when she came back, she looked like she wanted to talk but stopped talking. .
"There was an accident over the mountain, and the Bastille was captured. The head was McGee the Skullcrusher, but I heard that there was a mysterious manipulator standing behind him, possibly Young Master Sean." Alvilla, Angel Beina's bodyguard.
She and her mistress can be called two extremes. She is tall and has a wheaten skin. Although not strong, her tight and long legs are full of strength, like a female leopard ready to hunt. The tailor-made silver plate armor makes the whole person look so heroic, like a Valkyrie.
With this kind of temperament, her appearance has become secondary. Of course, her appearance is definitely above the standard line, especially a pair of slightly pointed ears and emerald pupils, showing that her blood is not pure, there should be The blood of the half-elves of the Silent Rainforest.
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