What kind of creature is a noble? For players, this is a very difficult group to locate.

Because the Earth Federation has not seen a creature like a noble for a long time, although there are nobles in aliens, no matter who they are, they don’t think that the masochists who will go to war first, suffer first, and suffer first, and bear the burden of suffering are nobles.

These alien nobles are like saints. They do live a much better life than their tribesmen. However, when anyone visits their family memorial, they can feel everything the family has done for the tribe. The entire branch died in a large battle, the family heirs died on the surface, and generations of family members are engraved on the war monument of the parent galaxy. All this is just to be able to get the title after each other's surname.

Is this aristocrat? No one with a brain will think that this will be so-called superior.

Well... I am really superior to death in this regard.

In the history of the Earthlings, the nobles have never been defenders, but they are all memories in history books and those recorded in texts are far less "real" than what players see in this game world.

Then everyone felt that such a nobleman could only be called a good word if he died.

Looking at the battle boats flying over from afar, as the players who came to welcome the envoys, Du Kang shook his head as the number one player representative, signaling his old friends not to think too much, there is really no knife and axe driver behind the curtain at the Hongmen Banquet, nor any mentally ill gunman who had been prepared for a long time, and there will be no out-of-control dead spider who has already been in place.

You guys, just watch the chief performance quietly.

The combat boats did not stop, and they left directly after they opened the field, and the large transport boats they were escorting began to land. This made Du Kang turn his head and look at the representative of the aborigines. The nobles were divided into two teams. It was obvious that there was some small "friction" between them, but they didn't know whether such friction was a affectionate awkwardness or a life-and-death breakup.

The representatives of the big-headed soldiers stood together, and these soldiers were more like soldiers than these players. Although young people in the Federation have experienced military training, this is not the military training site after all, and the players are not going to meet each other's chief instructors.

"I think there is something wrong with those big-headed soldiers." Du Kang's dog-headed military advisor lowered his voice beside him: "Did you see that gray elf? He is Zhou Zhiqian's most loyal subordinate. Today he is wearing a white-washed old military uniform."

"I know, you see, they are not in a hurry, and we don't need to be in a hurry. Didn't the young lady say that at the meeting yesterday? Just watch the chief's performance." Du Kang said, while stretching to his waist and confirming whether the buckle on his musket holster had been unbuttoned.

It’s not that I don’t believe that Zhou Zhiqian, but Du Kang instinctively feels that people always need to be prepared for both ways. Too confident is no different from self-destruction in another aspect.

Seeing his small moves, almost all the player representatives stretched their hands to their waists and went to the group to die. They had no reason not to confirm. After all, if they really want to be angry, it would be better to take the initiative before they could be controlled.

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Binka noticed the small movements in the queue of foreigners. He glanced at Silva beside him, who had noticed it. He looked at his companion quietly and nodded.

Binka smiled, and at the same time, taking advantage of the coughing opportunity, he turned his head to look at the musket holster buckle behind his companion's waist, which had been unbuttoned.

So he nodded as well, and Binka raised his chest, and the duke heir standing in the rain put his hands behind him, gently pressed his waist and placed a musket in his clothes.

If there is a better choice than being prepared for or not, then it is double the preparation for or not.

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"Why should we stand here?" The young nobleman complained to his friends. As the heir of the duke, he was unwilling to stand with the mud legs like that Binka.

But this position is too unsuitable. The appointee named Luo Bing stood not far away from them. As a ghost, he was already emitting negative energy. On such a rainy day, standing by this lady made the young man feel chill.

Besides, there is a little ghost in her arms. This effect of one plus one greater than two is really... unforgettable for life.

"Didn't you choose this yourself, my old friend." His friend rolled his eyes.

The answer made him a little embarrassed. The young man couldn't help but look at the lady again, and then found that the rain fell on them, and finally flowed all the way from the beautiful armor to the ground.

It’s really amazing that ghosts are not afraid of rain.

Thinking of this, the young man looked at the open cabin door and squirted.

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Looking at the open cabin door, the gray elf raised his brows. He reached out and adjusted his old military cap. At the same time, he took advantage of this action and relied on the cover of his companions to unbutton the buckle of the gun holster behind him.

And behind him, the gray dwarf was also doing the same thing.

"Why do we do this?" The descendants of the black-haired Song people who were wet by the rain walked to the gray elf: "Didn't your great commander say that, you all depends on him?"

"Your ancestor also said a four-character idiom called "Be prepared for any trouble." The gray elf rolled his eyes to the mixed-race child.

"Of course I know, but... I go, how could it be that waste?" The hair that was blocking the view before wiping the forehead, the mixed-race man noticed the fat man walking out of the hatch door, walking under the big umbrella someone else was holding for him, and seemed to be raising his hands proudly at everyone standing here.

"What's the situation?" The gray dwarf turned his head and looked at the gray elf. The fat human in front of him was a famous waste in the empire. He could not do anything except eat, drink, and have fun. He studied at the Military Academy for three years and counted down every year, claiming to be the shame of aristocrats.

If it weren't for a duke and grandfather, he would have been fired long ago.

"He is the special envoy?" The halfling was a little overwhelmed: "A newly graduated noble baron is more reliable than it!"

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"Is this a saying hello?" The little girl in Luo Bing's arms watched the fat man walk down the gangway. Because she was too fat, she was a little stuck after all: "Also, is he the special envoy?"

"If that's right, have you seen the old man in a dress? If you remember correctly, he should be the royal housekeeper. I don't think a housekeeper would be the real envoy." Luo Bing thought for a moment, then laughed: "It seems that our opponent is not stupid either."

"Well, it seems you thought of it too. Since the envoy is in danger, why not let a fool come over? It's not a pity to die, right?" The little girl also thought of this: "But what happened to that butler."

"The old ones don't go, the new ones don't come, there are too many butlers. Not every butler is the confidant of the head of the family." After Luo Bing said that, he stretched out his hand and scratched the chin of the little girl in his arms: "It seems that our emperor is intent."
Chapter completed!