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No, it’s not so much Alexander, it’s more of a pain in the ass. I’m not bragging, among the representatives of various ethnic groups, which high-ranking person have I not met, or even talked and laughed with each other?

So, there is no doubt that the people standing here are all acquaintances.

For example, Tamoya, a new orc friend of the fox tribe in recent years, is also the new best friend and teammate of the little fox. She is undoubtedly a representative of the bear tribe. When she saw my eyes, she immediately smiled and waved hello.

Emperor Wu's heroic demeanor is fascinating.

Another example is the elves...

I:"……"

Beiya: "..."

"You are really a busy man. You left the Holy See Mountain and came here again." I said with a half-hearted smile.

"What the hell, isn't that idiot Wu? He just got married to this one, and he's about to marry that one too, so he's a very busy man." The idiot Elf Princess's tongue-in-cheek skills are getting better and better, and her words actually made me speechless.

"Why, are you going to make sister Lucia, who loves you so much, a widow... ah, single for the rest of your life?" I had no choice but to use the title of little fox to try to suppress her.

"I just want sister Lucia to open her eyes a little more and find a man who is even a little smarter."

"That's a lot to ask for. It sounds like you're very smart."

"It's a hundred times, a thousand times better than the idiot Wu Dao."

"Whether I am a thousand times smarter or a hundred times smarter, I can't explain it clearly."

"I've already seen through the language trap that fool Wu was holding back."

"Okay, I admit that you have become smarter."

With a slight sigh, I gave up. Everyone's IQ is rising these days, but I am the only one who is not. What is the principle and mechanism of this? Could it be said that everyone in the Dark Continent owes me some IQ?!

Seeing my dejected look, Beiya's girl Feng Yan was so happy that she made a cute face at me, her proud tail almost raised to the sky.

Seeing her arrogance, I added unexpectedly: "Could it be that nutrition has gone to IQ?"

This stupid princess was stunned, and it took her three seconds to realize what I meant by this sentence. She suddenly became angry, lowered her head and said nothing, and took the iron-fingered tiger with her, and swung the tiger at me with a small force.

fist.

I really want to know what kind of mood and thoughts Tiazon and her iron-fingered tiger had at the beginning.

However, the difference in strength is too big. Watch me hide, I hide, and I hide again.

I walked easily and avoided all Beja's attacks. I still had time to yawn. Suddenly, when I took a step back, I bumped into something soft behind me.

Who can stand silently behind Ben Druid? I apologized and turned around, and what I saw was an elf girl with a bright smile, red hair and red eyes, who seemed to be able to directly convey enthusiasm.

"Hi." She waved.

"Yeah... ha... hi." I responded hastily. I was confused. Hey, do I know her? Is it because of the goldfish-level memory? Impossible. How could it be possible to meet such a distinctive girl once?

Will you forget?

However, before I could ask, this enthusiastic, cheerful and familiar elf girl made a move that surprised me even more. She suddenly stretched out a pair of arms, passed them under her armpits, pulled them up, and pulled me from behind.

He held the position firmly and greeted Beiya who was approaching him.

"Beiya Beiya, I have captured His Highness the Prince."

"Well done, Sister Cirilla, just hold that idiot and don't let him go. I'm going to give him a good beating." Beya rushed in front of me with murderous intent. Without saying a word, Beya raised her little fist and hit me.

A burst of blows.

"..."

In fact, I am very hesitant now, whether I should consider the pair of tall and soft objects pressing against me from behind, or Beja's iron-fingered tiger fist coming from the front.

During the hesitation, I suddenly felt someone behind me. What was this person called? Cirilla's elf girl seemed to be pulling me from the side. So I was finally let go, and the wonderful feeling on my back also followed.

Leave without worrying about which side to take care of.

"That's enough, you little girl, please introduce me to me." I held Beiya's fist, stretched out my hand to pick her up, turned her around, and put her in front of the two elf girls in front of me. I rolled my eyes curiously, if not

As expected...

Without waiting for Beja's introduction, the two elf girls who appeared one after another knelt down on one knee with serious faces and paid the highest knightly courtesy.

"Xirila, the inheritor of the Dance of Prayer Knight."

"Feili, the inheritor of the Knight of Steel Rose."

"I have met His Highness the Prince."

"As expected, it's you. It's our first time meeting you. Please give me some advice, Cirilla and Feili." I nodded in understanding and reached out to help them up, but suddenly I retracted my hand as if I was electrocuted.

"Wait a minute, what did you just say? Who is the Dance of Prayer and who is the Rose of Steel?"

"Inheriter of the Dance of Prayer Knights." The enthusiastic elf girl standing in front of her with red hair and red eyes and a smile, repeated again.

"Inheriter of the Knight of Steel Rose." Another elf girl with gray hair, blue eyes, and an expressionless face, like an imitating robot, repeated in a cold tone.

I:"……"

"You two...are you on the wrong side? Are you really not lying to me?"

"Sister Sirila, look at it, I said that this fool Wu will definitely not believe it and look suspicious and stupid. I won." Beiya next to her suddenly jumped up and laughed happily.

"Oops, it seems that we really lost to His Highness Beja." Sirila, the inheritor of the Dance of Prayer Knight, gently raised her shawl of red hair and said with a hearty smile.

I:"……"

If they are not colluding to deceive me, then I can only say, Sharon and Lan Laluohe, you two are really good at playing, exchanging the image of the inheritor with yourself, it is simply 666.

"Ahem!" I barely concealed my gaffe and tried my best to smile as kindly as possible: "It seems you already know me, so you don't need to introduce yourself anymore."

"Of course, His Highness the Prince's name has already spread among our sisters. The other sisters who are still in the third world want to see it with their own eyes. This time, Feili and I beat us to it."

Cirilla said with a smile, while circling me, looking up and down carefully, and suddenly turned back to look at Beja.

"Beya Beya, as expected, she looks ordinary at first glance, just like the rumors say."

"Right, right."

As they said this, the two of them laughed heartily as if no one else was watching.

I:"……"

I had no choice but to turn my attention to Feili, who seemed to have the same three attributes as Sharon. The girl with gray hair and blue eyes looked at me without blinking from the beginning. She once competed with Sharon and lost miserably.

I will not fall for this again, so I immediately brought up the topic lightly.

"Feili, it's nice to meet you." Then she lowered her voice and said, "You really didn't lie to me. You are the inheritor of Lord Sharon, the knight of the Dance of Prayer, right?"

Feili: "..."

"Hey Feili, Your Excellency Feili~"

"I'm in a daze." Feili woke up and muttered to herself. She suddenly raised her head and looked at me. She took a few steps back with a scared expression.

"No...don't get so close, Feili...is scared."

I:"……"

I recalled the arrogant, cold and arrogant image of Lan Larohe in my mind, and compared it with the Feili in front of me, I couldn't help it.

You guys are so good at playing.

"Feili is quite shy, but I think if it were His Highness the Prince, he would get to know her quickly." She was tapped on the shoulder, and Cirila came up to me in a familiar manner and explained.

"If it's comfort, I understand. If not, I'd like to know where you get your confidence?" I smiled bitterly. Looking at Feili's appearance, she was no longer an ordinary shy person. She had quite a bit of the male fear of the pornographic maids back then.

It's a disease, and it's not an ordinary trouble to treat.

"Because His Highness is...how should I put it, but we think [Ah, His Majesty's character is comparable to His Royal Highness King Arthur back then, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find a sweetheart in this life], the husband recognized by Her Majesty the Queen,

Among the men who can conquer even Her Majesty the Queen, Feili must be one of them."

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To be continued...