"Don't make trouble!" the young waiter said helplessly, "I just want you to face your situation, and I don't advise you to give up. Although there are many difficulties, we are not without any chance."
"After being beaten by you for so many years, I have long been aware of my own situation. What I need now is not a blow, but a little confidence."
Patram held the young waiter's hand affectionately and spoke affectionately.
"It doesn't matter what other people's attitudes are. As long as you let me fight, I will fight. If you ask me to give up, I don't mind this so-called dukedom title."
"Don't be so childish."
The young waiter pulled his hand out without leaving any trace.
"This is the Duke's Palace. If someone sees it, it will be a fatal blow to your succession battle. Well, since you want to hear it, I will analyze it for you again. Philip's shrewdness and strength are his greatest strengths. Likewise,
It is also his most fatal weakness."
"A smart and powerful new ruler is in the interests of ordinary people, but not in the interests of the nobles and nobles. One desert lion is enough for them, and they will never want to have another equally ferocious desert tiger until they realize
When it reaches this point, it will naturally move closer to us."
"But we can't just keep a low profile. In that case, even if we get the right to inherit, we still need to act based on their faces. It is very necessary to show off our abilities from time to time."
"Bastille is a good intervention point. If the information brought by Sir Kleist is completely reliable, bringing Bastille under our control will be a good choice. Burton Butcher can use it.
There is no reason why we can’t do this with an income of several thousand soldiers.”
Patram looked at the young waiter chatting, his eyes sparkling. If it weren't for the obvious male characteristics, he would have thought he was an amorous girl. He murmured: "Conrad, do you know? You talk eloquently."
His appearance is really charming, just like the reincarnation of the God of Wisdom."
"This is blasphemy, don't say it nonsense."
The young waiter Conrad glared at Patram.
"This Kleist is said to be Burton's right-hand man and is quite famous. He has taken over many things in Bastille in recent years. If we win him over, it will be very useful when rebuilding Bastille. When the opportunity arises,
You can contact him in private, what this old fox likes to do most is to play both sides."
"I know, I know, I hate this old fox the most. He just wants to get benefits and doesn't want to pay the price. How can there be so many good things in the world."
Patram dealt with it a little absent-mindedly. If it weren't for Conrad, he was quite impatient with these things. It would be more interesting for him to find a beautiful and picturesque place to elegantly discuss some emotional issues.
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In the back garden of the Phelan family castle, there are three women enjoying afternoon tea elegantly. All three of them have the best looks. Sitting among the flowers, they are the three most beautiful flowers.
Both her posture and etiquette perfectly match the lady and young lady in her speech.
Especially the woman at the top of the list has a mature charm that the other two have never had. Her face is in her twenties and seventies, which is the most beautiful age for a woman, but her eyes reveal the grace that only a woman in her forties or fifties has.
Wisdom.
If you observe carefully, you will find that this person's appearance is 50% or 60% similar to Sean's, especially the eyebrows and the bridge of his nose.
This person is none other than Sean's careless mother, Ms. Elena Augustine, who has not been seen for months or even half a year.
As for her age, it naturally does not match her appearance. This is another benefit brought by the warlock.
After entering adulthood, physiological characteristics will become much slower than that of ordinary people. The specific slowness varies from person to person and is directly related to one's own abilities.
This is not only valid for warlocks, but also for knights. It is not particularly obvious for knights, but it is quite obvious for great knights and even champion knights.
Once an ordinary person passes forty, his body will decline even if he continues to exercise. However, there are many knights who are still active on the battlefield at the age of fifty.
As for the great knights, it is not uncommon for them to enter the battlefield at the age of seventy or eighty. Even if a champion knight is over a hundred years old, he is still a being that ordinary people cannot look up to.
In other words, the life span of warlocks and accomplished knights is much longer than that of ordinary people. Of course, this length is also limited, if the natural life span of ordinary people is one hundred.
The lifespans of master knights and champion knights are around 180 and 150 years old respectively. The lifespans above are not unheard of, but they are rare, just like the 120 or 30 year olds among ordinary people.
This is another reason why knight training is so popular on the continent of Ashan. Who doesn’t want to live longer if he is capable?
Especially for those nobles, it would be a great surprise if they could awaken the talent of warlocks. If not, they would have to train since childhood and become a knight.
Becoming a knight is hard to say, but easy to say. As long as you train two to three hours a day, keep up with all kinds of nutrition, especially meat and eggs, and persist for more than five years, as long as there are no congenital defects, you will have a knight-level physique.
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The real threshold is to become a great knight, which requires not only great perseverance, but also systematic training methods, some external help and one's own talent, all of which are indispensable.
As for the Champion Knight, that kind of humanoid monster cannot be trained. So far, no organization dares to pat its own chest and say that it can train a Champion Knight.
Even the wealthy and powerful Holy Ether Church and the secretive witch conclave have made little substantial progress in this area of research.
Even her biological son Sean has not fully understood Ms. Elena's age. Age is every woman's secret. This rule is universal in any world.
Sean's guess about his mother was correct. She was indeed not an ordinary person. As an Andis mountaineer, she could sit and drink coffee in the back garden of the Duke's palace, where the sale of Andis mountaineers was the mainstay of the industry.
What ordinary people can do.
"This is the last course of treatment. The functions of your heart have stabilized. In the future, you only need to remove the cold air regularly. This is directly related to your natural ability and cannot be completely eradicated. Now you can engage in moderate-intensity exercise.
Don’t try it easily if it’s too extreme a sport.”
Ms. Elena took a sip of black coffee, her expression still not too satisfied.
"Although my ability has returned to the whisper level in the past few years, there is still a long way to go before the control level in terms of energy level and subtle control. Otherwise, the results would be more perfect."
"I am very grateful to Aunt Elena for such a result." The person who spoke was the youngest woman among the three.
She looks about fourteen or fifteen years old, with a small figure and face, which 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 of Andis people, but has the unique angular features of Byron people in her eyebrows. She is somewhat similar to Duke Borg.
There is no doubt that she is a hybrid of Byron and Andis mountain people, and is related to the contemporary Duke of Faerûn.
She also had a quiet air when she smiled. A pair of round dimples and pointed little tiger teeth made her a little more naughty out of thin air. She jumped directly from late autumn to spring, and flowers bloomed. "With Aunt Elena's ability,
, it will definitely not take more than ten years to enter the control level, and then my aunt will definitely not sit back and watch Angie Beina continue to suffer."
"Your little mouth is the sweetest."
Ms. Elena pinched the other person's little face lovingly and said.
"If my aunt really enters the control level one day, she will naturally not sit idly by and ignore it. It's just that the secret of the control level is not so easy to master. I still don't have a clue. Ten years is easier said than done."
"If others can't, Aunt Elena can definitely do it." Angie Beina showed more confidence than Elena herself, "You are the smartest person I have ever met."
"If your teacher hears this, she will not be happy." Ms. Elena couldn't help laughing. Everyone likes to hear compliments, and she is no exception, especially when such compliments are said.
When you are extremely sincere.
"Hehe!" Angie Beina showed a little fox-like smile, "It's not like you don't know that my teacher is a typical bad-mouthed person who will not give up to embarrass me. Moreover, she also said in private that my aunt has many problems.
Smarter than her in every aspect."
"Really?" Elena was very interested in the last sentence. She knew her junior sister's temperament of overpowering her. She had never heard a word of humiliation since she was a child. It was really strange to praise her behind her back.
"real!"
Angie Beina nodded vigorously, with a confident expression.
"I have to ask her myself when I have time."
"Aunt Elena, aren't you selling me out?" Angie Beina's little face drooped, "If you really ask, the teacher won't admit it even if I beat him to death, and he will arrange a meal for me afterwards.
"
"Haha...she can indeed do this." Elena turned to look at the other woman. While the two were talking, she went out for a trip, and when she came back, she looked like she was hesitant to speak.
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"Something happened over the mountains. The Bastille was captured. The leader was Skullcrusher McGee, but I heard that there was a mysterious manipulator behind him, possibly Young Master Sean." The name of the speaker was
Alveria, Angie Beina's personal bodyguard.
She and her mistress are two extremes. She is tall and has wheat-colored skin. Although she is not strong, her long and tight legs are full of strength, like a female leopard ready to hunt at any time.
The tailor-made silver plate armor makes the whole person look heroic, like a Valkyrie.
With this kind of temperament, appearance becomes secondary. Of course, her appearance is definitely above the standard, especially a pair of slightly pointed ears and emerald pupils, which shows that her bloodline is not pure. She should have
The bloodline of the half-elves of the Silent Rainforest.
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