People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 346

"Sister, you are so beautiful."

Holding a bouquet of roses, the wolf child shyly walked towards Prajna under the push of a group of friends.

Banruo frowned and didn't answer.

Standing in the crowd, she was like a negative magnet, exuding a strong repulsive force. Even among the wolf tribe, who were classified as "dark creatures" camp, no one dared to approach easily.

After all, they are ghosts from hell, the legendary messengers of hell who seduce souls and kill people.

Even if there is no malice, it is really too unlucky.

Seeing that Banruo didn't reply for a long time, the boy's face flushed red: "Isn't it ugly?"

Banruo hesitated for a while, but finally reached out and took the bouquet.

The delicate and charming red rose was in stark contrast with her bully Sai Xue's skin.

Jeanna looked at this scene with a smile on her face. The child who represented hope stood opposite the ghost general who represented death. She had a strong urge to take a camera to record this scene.

It must be a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation.

boom--

Fire splash.

The light blue smoke lingering behind the camera gradually dissipated, revealing a wolf youth with a sunny smile behind him.

He waved his hand to this side and said loudly: "It happened to be photographed. I plan to post this photo on the Wolf Clan United News, will Ms. Banruo mind?"

Holding a bouquet of roses carefully tied with straw ropes, Hannya silently shook her head as she watched the children running away quickly.

Instead, Jean Na continued, "Would it be unlucky?"

The young man said with a smile: "The new wolf clan doesn't believe this."

Jeanna gave a thumbs up: "Your thinking is quite progressive."

The young man joked: "I remember that Ms. Jeanne is from France, so her thinking should be more advanced than ours, right?"

Jeanna shrugged her shoulders: "Indeed, no matter how 'rebellious' your wolves in the New World are, they have never guillotined the king."

The two smiled at each other.

After getting along for a period of time, the wolves in Texas accidentally discovered that the legendary Yao Knight is so approachable. When holding a bonfire party at night, she would even come to the center of the venue with a wine bottle to dance with everyone.

That "soul seducer" just didn't like talking very much, but she was by no means a bad-hearted girl.

"The legend is really just a legend."

People are feeling like this.

But when it was Fringila's turn, people would generally frown again, lower their voices and say, "That little girl from the Blood Court is really as bad as the legends say, as expected, there is no trouble without waves, and the legends are not all Liar."

Time flew by in the midst of the intense preparations for the war by the Wolf Clan Federation.

On the sea, the wind is calm.

The waves are like a lonely knight going forward, crashing headlong on the solid reef, smashing his body to pieces, turning into white foam, and falling back to the surface of the water with a splash.

Another sunny day.

Batista stood a little bored on the coastal watchtower, flipping through the yellowed thread-bound book on the table. On the cover was "Don Quixote"——Cervantes, which tells the story of a man who reads novels about knights. The story of the poor old chap who was fascinated.

He was very engrossed in watching it. From time to time, a bird flew past the sentry tower, and the sound of flapping wings sounded, which would shake him all over, and he quickly poked his head out to see if there was any unusual movement on the sea.

Another routine glance.

"?"

Batista subconsciously withdrew his gaze, and instantly turned to the outside of the sentry tower. Following that, Batista's afternoon burnout dissipated in an instant. He stood up hastily, and crazily shook the copper bell next to him.

The sound of the bell spread throughout the beach like a plague, and immediately, a beacon was ignited, billowing thick smoke, flying straight into the sky, and burning the entire coastline like a plague in an instant.

At the end of the sea level, a huge iron-clad battleship was driving towards the shore with billowing black smoke that seemed to reach the sky. It was a little closer, and people could even see the Huge triple turret!
The black hole of the gun was slowly aimed at the shore.

Batista was running away, but suddenly heard a sharp female voice: "Alita, Alita, come here!"

He looked back and found a little girl lying on the ground crying.

Batista hesitated for a moment, cursed secretly, "I'm really crazy", and immediately rushed towards the little girl—just like Don Quixote charging towards the windmill in the novel.

...

Texas, Atacapa.

After a month's absence, this remote fishing village finally welcomes new guests again.

Captain Hogg stood on the bow of the ghost ship, and a group of undead sailors took off their hats to Lothar.

Immediately afterwards, the ghost ship could be seen sinking below the surface of the sea again, only a series of bubbles emerged, shattering and dissipating on the surface of the sea.

Captain Hogg's combat effectiveness on land is limited, and the sea is his real stage, and those undead sailors are not really able to live forever.

As long as the soul energy stored in the ghost ship is exhausted, they cannot be resurrected.

So the ghost ship is Lothar's hole card, a surprise soldier, a backhand, but it is by no means an existence that can get on the table and confront the thousands of powerful wolf expeditionary forces head-on.

Watching Captain Hogg leave.

Only then did Lothar realize that Celinina had already walked a long distance.

She left a long footprint on the beach, extending straight to a reef with a unique shape by the sea, which looks like an abstract version of the Easter statue. When the tide is high, it should be submerged below the sea surface.

So it is covered with conch, oysters, barnacles and other vegetation.

Celinina pulled out her sword, pried open a shell on it, and then fell silent.

Although it was far away, Lothar could still vaguely see a graffiti of an adult holding a child's hand engraved on the reef.

It's just that after being washed by sea water, it has become very blurred.

Celinina's voice sounded: "When I was very young, my father brought most of the tribe to Texas."

"In the first few years, I would come here to live for a while from time to time. Atakapa was the place I arrived every time by boat. At that time, my father would always bring the people here to pick me up. "

"Later, your father didn't let you come?"

"Well, since I was sent to the Saluzzo's."

Celinina concealed: "Actually, I don't really want to come. The clansmen are getting busier and there are more and more faces. It's quite boring to come here. I often have to walk on the beach by myself, or Run out into the wilderness and play with wild wolves."

Lothar didn't make a sound, he could feel that the little girl was still aggrieved.

It's not a fool, this kind of thing that is obviously regarded as a proton, even if it is placed in the Saluzzo's house who has a good relationship with Basilicata, it will not be such a pleasant experience.

Lothar is not good at comforting people. After deliberating for a long time, he just said: "I will see him soon, have you decided what to say to him?"

Celinina shook her head and said, "There's nothing to say."

The wolf girl clenched her fists and then loosened them, making Hans, who was silently observing her movements, worry about seeing the famous scene of "beating her father three punches".

"Let's go, no matter what unwillingness or anger you feel in your heart, you should always find the Lord and tell him in person."

Lothar's tone was very relaxed, and he patted Celinina on the shoulder.

"No matter what his reasons are, it's his fault for throwing you to Saluzzo. If you want to beat him up for such a dereliction of duty father, I will definitely stand by your side and be with you."

Celinina glanced at Lothar in some confusion.

"Don't look at me like that, don't we have three chances, so what if we waste one?"

"Even if it's not for completing the trial, it's okay just to vent your anger on you."

Lothar's tone was solemn. In his opinion, Celinina was his little brother. The little brother was wronged. How could he not stand up as a big brother?

Celinina pursed her lips, trying to suppress her rising emotions, her voice was very low: "You don't need to do that, but I really want to ask him why he did that, if the answer doesn't satisfy me very much."

"Just beat him up!"

Lothar said with arrogance.

The patriarch of Basilicata is so powerful, and someone in Kazakhstan does not eat dry food.

"it is good."

The corners of Celinina's mouth rose, and her heavy footsteps became much lighter again.

She never thought that she would really fight with her father, and it was still at such a critical moment.

But this kind of feeling that someone expressed that they are willing to stand on their side unconditionally is quite good.

Hans grinned, and thought, our adults are quite good at teasing girls.

On the other hand, Coors frowned, thinking to himself, if the Lord takes Fringilla back to the royal court and fights with Lord Dracula, who should I help?
(End of this chapter)