Zefa of the Pirate

Chapter 101, the business bragging can end
"Just now, it was Neraold-sama's voice, right?"

The queen's pleasant voice echoed in the hall.

After a quick exchange of glances among the ministers in the hall, no one could understand the specific connotation, the head of the golden armor guard was the first to speak, "Return to Your Royal Highness, this is indeed the voice of Lord Neraolde."

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So under the background sound composed of successive roars and roars, there was another reenactment of appeasement and oath of protection in the hall.

After a while, when the people in the hall had gradually gotten used to the BGM-like sounds outside, there seemed to be faint sounds of weapons clashing and chatting outside the hall, and the queen turned her head and looked at the door curiously. direction.

So the attention of the whole hall was also shifted to the direction outside the hall, even though the queen didn't say a word, let alone make a sound during this process.

Many ministers waited eagerly, and the voices outside also became smaller.

Not long after, the head of the golden-armored bodyguard who left the main hall to be in charge of guarding outside the hall walked in alone.

Queen Cleopatra touched her head lightly, and she asked curiously, "Who is outside?"

"Reporting to His Majesty, it is His Majesty's good friend, Mr. Ban Millet, who said that he wants to do his best for the kingdom in order to repay His Majesty's kindness!"

"Well, then."

Seeing that Queen Cleopatra nodded slightly, as if she meant to agree, the chief guard gritted his teeth and couldn't help interrupting the Queen's words.

He blurted out: "But after observation by my subordinates, this Ban Milet doesn't look like a good person! His trip is very likely to harbor evil intentions, and he may even be an accomplice of those stupid thieves outside, they..."

"All right!"

The words were echoed on the entire hall. For a while, whether it was the guards, the maid, or the major ministers of the kingdom, they all watched their noses and noses, one by one.

The head of the guard raised his head in astonishment, but what he met was Cleopatra's majestic eyes. The long-term gentle image of Her Royal Highness made him somewhat forget the unquestionable majesty represented by the great title "Queen".

"Chief guard, don't doubt a great man who is willing to sacrifice for the kingdom in times of crisis, let alone he is a guest of the kingdom!"

Although Cleopatra didn't mention anything about the chief guard's confrontation with her, the chief guard's clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

A huge sense of oppression surrounded him, making him deeply understand that no matter how beautiful and gentle the queen is, it cannot change the essence of her being the ruler of this country second only to the king!

King, no offense!

3 minute later.

Ban Milet, who wore a gorgeous long knife on his waist, walked in elegantly and generously with a smile on his face, led by the chief guard with an ugly complexion.

Before he got close to Cleopatra, Bamilet stopped tactfully under the watchful eyes of the surrounding guards and attendants.

He took the lead in saluting the queen respectfully and without losing his grace.

"Your Royal Highness, your light is like the continuation of the sun god Ra, shining on every inch of land in the kingdom, your benevolence is like hope, giving motivation to everyone who sets foot on this land, praise you, great Carat Opetra!"

Cleopatra handed the little prince to the maid beside her, and slightly returned the salute as a sign of respect: "Thank you, Mr. Bamilet, for your heroic help in the crisis, you are really a noble person!"

"Your husband, His Majesty O'Brien, the great leader of Heliopolis, is a truly noble, benevolent, and humble gentleman."

Bamillette knew this well, so the two sides began a wave of mutual praise that is common among nobles.
And it looks like it's going to last a long time
At this time, a guy next to him who had not received this kind of influence and really couldn't stand it, had to make a noise to interrupt their increasingly exaggerated nonsense in order not to spit it out.

"Ahem, what's the matter, your business bragging can be over, now it's my performance time!"

"Damn!"

Hillman dropped the phone, causing the phone bug to shake violently.

Hillman didn't care about these things, he strode down to the next place.

The officials and soldiers behind looked at each other and could only keep up with the pace, not daring to go faster than Hillman, walking one by one was extremely uncomfortable.

strange!
It's really weird!

No, it's not strange to describe it, it should be said to be weird!

Hillman devoted a lot of time to thinking while he was on his way.

This incident is full of weirdness, whether it is the time, ability and method of the attack, or the kingdom's response, it is extremely weird!
Moreover, the entire huge capital of Memphis is protected by only two guardian-level advanced combat powers, himself and Nera Olde!

You know, the kingdom has ten guardians!

Among the top ten guardians, except for the second sequence guarding the city of Hull, himself and Nera Olde, what are the other seven guardians doing! ?

Why are they all "just" absent? !

At this moment, Hillman seemed to feel that a huge shadow was about to move in the depths of this country.
Under this shadow, what kind of monster is hiding!
Hillman roared silently in his heart, this feeling made him a little worried and irritable.

Ban Millet is also very worried and irritable at the moment!

"Ahem, your business bragging is over, and it's time for my performance."

Accompanied by Mosa's teasing laughter, countless black sand slowly seeped into the bright and majestic hall from all directions.

The glorious Hellite Hall is like a sanctuary eroded by hell. The white walls are covered with deep black spots that are creeping and expanding, like an epic reenactment!

"Major General Ban Millett. No, it should be Mr. Ban Millett. This is the first time we meet. I am Black Shark."

The childish voice echoed in the empty hall, and it sounded very ethereal, like a faint cry from the sky, or like an unknown existence whispering softly in the ear.

"I don't seem to know you? What do you want me to do?"

Ban Milette slowly drew out the long knife at his waist, and asked with sharp and vigilant eyes and a serious face.

"Pfft!" Seeing Ban Milet's earnest face as if he didn't recognize him at all, and his vigilant yet slightly nervous expression, Mosa couldn't help laughing regardless of the tense atmosphere he tried to create.

Sure enough, who is not a showman these days, tsk tsk tsk
It's a pity, Ban Milet, no matter whether you're pretending to be crazy, or you're eloquent, you are destined to be captured by me today!
Your fate was sealed when I came!

This is a gorgeous dividing line.
What's inside, please... Tickets...

Beg...Favorite...

oh oh oh.

(End of this chapter)