Today is the fourteenth day of the Flower Moon, and all kinds of magic light bullets are flying into the sky at high speed, dyeing the originally blue sky with colorful colors.
King Ogu rarely appeared in the sacred square, and standing behind him was naturally Queen Isabella and a group of ministers. As for the two princes, they were wandering on the edge of the team like idlers.
The Blessed Knight Anthony was wearing heavy armor, and the Great Magister Yuri beside him was still sanctimonious. The entire Aogu City seemed very quiet, and people huddled on both sides of the road, constantly looking at the group of people in the distance.
I saw a dozen short goblins approaching slowly, and the huge carriage behind them looked very eye-catching. But no one dared to laugh at them, because walking in the front was a famous swordsman. p>
The olive green skin is the most conspicuous feature, the pointed ears are like an elf, and the palm with only four fingers is more like an orc.
And its short stature is even worse than that of a dwarf. Not to mention the ugly face that subverts human aesthetics. Perhaps a troll can also be called a beautiful and handsome man.
"The great king of humans, the master of the nine principalities, the holder of the lion flag, Your Excellency Fernando." The leader of the goblin man bowed slightly, and his behavior was in no way inferior to that of any noble.
"Rusty Plains Alchemy City, Commander of the Goblin Clan, Brother of Sal Apollo, Great Swordsman, Holder of the Star of Disaster, His Excellency Pizarro." King Fernando of the Ancients nodded, but did not return the greeting.
Action.
"Pizarro, I haven't seen you for a few years. You haven't learned anything else. These etiquettes have become more and more slippery." Anthony, the blessed knight, slowly pulled out the blade of light and inserted it into the ground like a rogue.
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"Your Excellency Anthony is still so vulgar. If someone comes from afar, shouldn't he be treated with due courtesy?" Even though Pizarro said this, he also untied the rope behind him.
A long sword with a faint glow all over its body and a shape similar to a two-pronged steel fork appeared in front of everyone. Following the owner's movements, it was instantly inserted into the ground.
"Hermaphrodite!" Anthony muttered disdainfully, but the people present seemed even more embarrassed.
"Haha, it's a good thing for a strong man to be aggressive, but I've ordered people to prepare a lunch, so let's chat while we eat." King Fernando of Ogu spoke at the right time, otherwise with the strength of the two of them, they could be destroyed in an instant
This square.
The small interlude did not extinguish everyone's enthusiasm. The ministers smiled and introduced Aogu City, and the goblin envoys also nodded frequently and expressed admiration.
King Fernando of Augusta walked evenly, and Pizarro was greatly satisfied with this small detail. But Anthony, the blessed knight who followed him, rolled his eyes.
"Brother, don't cause any more trouble for your third brother. I'm still a guest after coming from afar." Great Magister Yuri never looked away, but his mouth never stopped.
"Huh? How about I leave first? How dare a waste like this pretend to be brave in front of me?" Anthony replied somewhat unhappily.
"I don't know who is stronger between the two of you, but I do know the general situation better than my eldest brother." Yuri poked the other person with the explosive spark staff, which made Anthony smile bitterly.
At this time, the residents of the ancient city gathered together. Sometimes they praised the king's heroic appearance, sometimes they made fun of the goblin's appearance. But the one who talked about the most was naturally the great swordsman Pizarro.
The great swordsman exists side by side with the blessed knight and the great mage. If the knight is the darling of the gods, the magician is the spreader of truth, then the warrior is the symbol of barbarism.
They are not as gentle as magicians, nor do they have the dignity of knights. They only believe in force and the source of fighting spirit in their bodies.
Boom and Rikka stood on the edge of the black market. The former was shocked by the powerful force, while the latter blinked, looking eager to try.
"Brother, which one of them do you think is more powerful?" Rikka pulled the somewhat absent-minded Boom and asked.
"I don't know, but you should put away those thoughts. I don't want to collect your body." Boom turned to look at Rikka and kept rubbing his little head with his hands.
"It's so annoying! How can someone be so gentle and aggressive?" Rikka said, closing her eyes like a cat.
At this time, the palace was already bustling with people. Exquisite food was filled with long tables, and expensive wine was produced from the shimmering forest. As for the costumes of the servants, they were also very exotic, showing King Ogu's character everywhere.
So considerate.
Fernando knows very well that his biggest reliance at present is those magic cannons, and the only people in the world who can make magic cannons are the goblins of the Rusty Plains.
Not to mention that people can come up with new gadgets from time to time. Today it may be some useless luxury goods, but tomorrow it may change the situation of the battle.
Therefore, King Fernando of August prefers these alien races to the Nine Principalities. In his opinion, these creatures are simpler and easier to control.
But what gave him a headache was that the envoy from the goblins to attend the appointment this time was Pizarro. He knew this great swordsman and could even recite his detailed information.
Although this person is reasonable, his personal hobbies cannot be flattered. If he were stripped naked and thrown into Aogu City, I believe his coquettishness could replace the bronze bell of the mage tower.
"Beautiful Ms. Isabella, the necklace you are wearing today is so beautiful. It must be from the dark elves from the Whispering Forest." Pizarro gracefully bowed deeply, and his dark purple lips gently kissed the back of the queen's hand.<
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"Your Excellency the Great Swordsman Pizarro, you are truly a gentleman. Not only are you superior in strength, but you also have noble taste." Queen Isabella smiled lightly and then pointed to her nose with her finger.
"Oh, praise the gods! You are my only close friend after coming to the ancient city! This smell is naturally a treasure, mixed with the perfume of the holy fruit of the elves." Pizarro spun in place like a young girl, bursts of faintness
Orchids continue to spread.
Anthony, the blessed knight who was always watching here, bit his lip and drew blood. The great mage Yuri was so frightened that he became concerned and even took out a few bottles of medicine from his storage bag.
King Fernando of Augusta had a very strange expression on his face, wondering if he should find some handsome men, otherwise this transaction would become a business for the Principality of Cisse.
The luncheon continued until the end, perfectly connecting with the dinner. Throughout the whole process, King Ogu was like an outsider, always standing beside the queen.
As for the great swordsman Pizarro, he always talked eloquently. But the content had nothing to do with the transaction between the two clans. He was either commenting on the clothes or praising the palace endlessly.
The imperial prime minister Manuel, who was originally accompanying him, had already quietly left. Two carefully selected young servants took his place, and the pungent smell of perfume became stronger.
"Your Excellency Pizarro, I wonder what surprises you will give us when you come all the way this time?" Queen Isabella asked after drinking all the wine in her glass.
"It's still those vulgar things, but it also brought a new thing." The great swordsman Pizarro's eyes flashed, and he looked completely different from before.