Free from the heavy and annoying government affairs, I relaxed my mind, cleared the hidden dangers of restlessness around the territory, saw the live-action version of the Great Sword, and made a rough assessment of my current combat power. I also learned the heavenly bug skills to gain the heart of the beauty. This trip was a great reward, but Clossi looked dejected and angry.

Because of bad intentions, Helen took a tattata palm and cured all diseases. The treatment technique of treating all diseases suddenly became very eye-catching. The chicken was so swelling that it was blue and swollen, and a bandage wrapped around his head. Without the usual bandit spirit, it turned into a sad look of the Indian San. Although Helen Cisso did not discriminate against him because of his new look, the protagonist's majesty could not shake anyway.

His heart was dispersed, his sword had seen it, and his Tathagata's magic palm was also hit. He was dismantling half of the Rakuloya and was doing nothing for a long time. Closi decided to go home. His territory was in chaos recently. He needed to deal with many things himself, saying that he was not worried that it was fake.

Of course, before leaving the town Laculoya, Closi did not forget to pinch Guadav's short and thick neck, threatening that he would not talk nonsense when he saw anything he saw, and he would never let go of his words. The residents were gone at that time. As long as Duff didn't go back, he would not show any flaws. He didn't want to worry about the organization that studied biochemical weapons all day long and claimed that he was just and merciful!

On the way back to Leica Town, the three met a team of mercenaries, rushing in the same direction. Seeing that they were dressed in bright clothes and packed bags, the three were small and weak, and a beautiful little lady was mixed in between. Although they were obviously dressed in a noble outing, there were quite a few mercenaries who had bad intentions.

When there are sparsely populated and consciously gaining an absolute advantage, mercenaries and bandits are just different names.

Clossi would not have any sympathy for these scumbags. Helen, who signed the contract for guards, had zero tolerance for them. A knight sword swept across all monsters and monsters. A soldier who wanted to tease the little lady along the way cried and shouted to her parents, knelt down and begged for mercy. One person even defeated a medium-sized mercenary group with more than a hundred people. It was really a bit of the heroic and mighty knights, and his spirit was so strong.

Just walked and stopped like this, almost on the fifth day after leaving Laculoa, the three of them set foot on the territory of the Rhine family.

Although this continent, which was organized as a test site, is not large in area and most places have the same beliefs, it is still a village and town territorial group that is still fighting frequently for inch of land. Unlike those large and medium-sized lords with wide fields and large populations, many small lords do not have or only have few standing troops, so they have to hire at least dozens of people and mercenaries to solve the urgent problem in each battle.

In order to make up for the gap in the number of invaders that may come, after obtaining Closi's approval, Al also sent a message to the outside world that he wanted to hire a large number of mercenaries as usual. Fortunately, the Rhine family has had a lot of income in recent years, and the financial support can be supported.

In fact, even if there is no special information, mercenaries who are as sensitive to the aura of war as wild dogs will naturally gather. Of course, many people come to admire the reputation of the legendary mercenary Almaia. In short, when Clossi stepped onto his territory, he found that there were dozens of large and small mercenary groups gathered on his territory, and more idle mercenaries wearing worn armor, long swords, shields, spears, and axes carrying various weapons.

In addition, some traveling merchants who always follow the mercenaries, and some women who live on business on flesh feel messy for a moment, making the peaceful and peaceful town of Leica make the feces and urine stinking, making people dizzy. Looking at the chaotic scene in front of them, Clossi even regretted his decision. These scattered soldiers and wanderings really can't see any other ability except for sabotage!

With more people, their own qualities are uneven, and more things are inevitable. It is a bit unfair to steal, provoke trouble, and make noise. This is thanks to the experienced Al that early found a few small mercenaries who came to fight Qiufeng to establish their authority, and shocked them with powerful force, so that no trouble was caused.

Seeing that his lord was back, a team of guards patrolling and maintaining public order in the town split two people back to the castle to report the news. The rest of them were happy and smiling and escorting around Clossi. After all, there were very few opportunities for ordinary soldiers like them to show their faces in front of their lords.

He covered his mouth and nose with bare hands to block the stinging smell. From returning to the town, Helen, who had frown on his brow, looked sideways at Clossi, who was shaking on the horse and had a white face, and asked worriedly: "Are you okay, your face is not very good."

"It smells so smelly! It feels like I'm fainting when I'm mixed in the crowd. All kinds of smells make people feel so uncomfortable." His lips were tightly pursed, and Adam's apple squirmed up and down. Clossi looked like he was about to vomit out, and he was listless. The streets mixed with all kinds of smells were really worthy of him who was far more sensitive than ordinary people!

"It's indeed a small countryside place. Can't you adapt to such trivial things?" The rather frivolous words floated with the smelly and hot air, as unpleasant as the mocking tone. Helen and Xisso looked in the voice, frowned, and pressed their hands on the hilt of the sword.

They are also impolite guys who like to eavesdrop on others. Clossey looked over lazily. Their group are all handsome men and beauties, dressed brightly and protected by the guards. There are quite a few people who come to chat with various excuses along the way, but this is the first priority to speak with this kind of air.

His eyes turned to the direction where the sound came. Uh, he could barely be considered a handsome guy. A young man with blonde hair and blue eyes and straight nose was standing there, with a faint scar on his left cheek, slightly thin, wearing clean tight leather armor. There was a dagger that was too small and delicate, and the handle was probably because he often stroked the surface.

"The Sword of Ren, Vegeta, Raymond. I'm glad to see you Miss Helen again and I'm willing to serve you." The man fucked the innocent aristocratic accent, stroked his right hand and immediately raised Helen, who was glaring at him, saluting respectfully. His two shiny green eyes were filled with a light that made Clossi feel quite unhappy.

Vegeta and Raymond felt very lucky. He had only barely come over to see it in order to maintain the expenses of the mercenary group. Unexpectedly, he met the daughter of the most powerful and influential head of the Porter family on the mainland in a remote area like the extreme west. The Knight Miss Helen, Porter, who is said to admire the powerful warriors!

He had the honor of seeing Helen from afar twice in the Saint. Of course, he was always attracted by everyone's attention and favored by everyone like the bright moon, and would not notice a small person like him. But he had a profound influence on Helen, who was beautiful and charming.

It is not without the idea of ​​a toad eating swan meat. No one can ignore the huge financial resources and influence of the Porter family, let alone the little person like him who hopes to restore the family's former glory without money and power. Unfortunately, the place where the powerful people gathered in the Holy Capital was not something that he, a small mercenary leader, could have jumped on? It was a bad thing that the wealthy people who had been trying hard to accumulate in the lawless darkness over the years were swallowed up completely.

But she was lucky. It is said that she disappeared some time ago. She didn't expect to come to such a remote little place. But this is good, and her chances seem to be much greater. In this kind of countryside, no one can avoid any more. It would be better if she could have a beautiful encounter. It doesn't matter if she really can't do anything. First let the master of the Porter family be a cheap grandfather, and then...

The only thing that made Vegeta unhappy was that since his appearance, Helen's eyes never left and rode with her, and she looked a little listless and weak white-faced nobleman.

He was a real white-faced nobleman, with calmness and confidence in his every move and gesture. Vegeta knew that the pure and elegant temperament was definitely not something that could be imitated by a fake nobleman like him.

The jealous little nobleman has an impeccable appearance, soft and dazzling blonde hair, deep, blurry blue eyes as if it can suck people in. Shengxue's skin is shiny and shiny, with red lips and white teeth. Vegeta, who always claims to be a romantic and dashing person, can't help but feel ashamed when he sees him. When a man sees him, he feels pity, let alone a young girl in the prime of her youth?!

The threat was too great. Looking at Closi's face, his lips were pursed because of his discomfort, and his tempting appearance was as pink and delicate as a cat. He couldn't help but want to hug him in his arms and love him well. Vegeta, who had been lingering around, felt a sense of crisis in his heart. It was not until Closi complained that there were too many people and was not used to it that he couldn't help but speak sarcastic. He made up his mind to label him an embroidered pillow label that was strong on the outside and fucked on the inside, so that the female knight would stay away from him.

There are no more than three or two clowns? The blonde man's eyes were all in sight. He was too lazy to guess his little abacus. He smacked his lips impatiently. Clossi thought to himself that beautiful women are indeed lethal. He can't remember how many disputes caused by Helen all the way. No wonder there is a saying that beauty is in trouble. If he takes action in person every time, wouldn't he be exhausted?

Shrugged his shoulders, raised his pointed chin, and Close, who felt a little tired, signaled Helen to settle it himself. Then, he didn't look at the man who raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes to provoke him, and ran forward.

He had no good feelings for the man who suddenly jumped out to interrupt, not to mention that the other party belittled Clossi in and out of his words! Helen, who was so hot that he only bloomed for Clossi alone, could not stand this the most now. The female knight frowned and snorted coldly, took out the arrogant and indifferent lady style of the Rose of the Holy Capital, and was too lazy to say anything, and went forward to ignore the other party directly.

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Damn, I'm not in good condition, and the manuscripts are becoming less and less...
Chapter completed!