Magical Strategist

The real dragon frowned, remembering what Xiaohu said earlier: Bully Bolou had dealings with a certain noble. So, these knights are nobles? The eight nobles of mankind: Douglas, Garcia, Bolan, William, Andrew, Shimizu, Fujiwara, and Austin, each of them is powerful and dominates one side.

"Hehehe..." Zhenlong had no choice but to express his unhappiness with a wry smile. As expected, he would offend a group of terrible people again today. The conflict with the Light Group has not ended yet, and another noble appears. It’s really a time of unfavorable luck and fate!

At the same time, more than twenty guys from the bank also gathered around.

Two groups of people, one in front and one in back, allowed Zhenlong and the others to advance or retreat.

"Brother Lie, there are so many of them." Xiaohu grabbed the real dragon's clothes tightly. He was trembling because he knew that these tough knights were not on the same level as the bank's thugs. No matter how powerful Brother Lie is, he can't deal with so many knights.

Having said that, this small number of troops did not pose much of a threat to the real dragon. What he was more worried about was that once a war started, Fei Yi and his brother would be implicated. As a result, he couldn't use his fists or kicks, and he didn't dare to let go and fight. We must find a way to convince these nobles to let the siblings go.

"Xiaohu, you and your sister go first." Zhenlong suggested.

"No, I want to stay and help." Xiaohu said firmly. He always thought that he was a man, so how could he run away from the battlefield as a man?

"obedient!"

"I don't want it!" Xiaohu shouted stubbornly.

"Miss Fei Yi, leave quickly, you will only get in the way if you stay here." The real dragon had no choice but to say to Fei Yi.

"But..." Fei Yi looked at Zhenlong with worried eyes.

"Don't worry, they can't move a hair on my head. Have you forgotten who I am?" Zhenlong said with a forced smile.

Fei Yi nodded knowingly, then took Xiaohu's hand and started walking away.

"Stop! Try moving again!" A knight quickly drew out his sword and put it on Fei Yi's neck.

At this time, the real dragon roared at the top of his voice: "Since ancient times, the country and land, children and women have been the objects of knights' protection, but you point your sword at a weak woman. Are you still a competent knight? You Where is the spirit of chivalry? Furthermore, you are the supreme nobles and respected nobles. You are different from the ruffians and landlords behind me. Every action you take represents the honor of your clan. Of course, I will bear all the consequences today and let these siblings go."

"Hahaha... This eloquence is really eloquent and eloquent..." Laughter came from the carriage. "Okay, do as he says and let the woman and child go."

"Yes!" The cavalryman retracted his sword and shouted to Fei Yi, "Hey, you can go."

Fei Yi hesitated for a moment, then she looked back and took a deep look at Zhenlong with extremely complex eyes, and then she pulled Xiaohu away.

As soon as the siblings left, the big stone that was weighing on Zhenlong's heart finally fell. From now on, these guys can do whatever they want. Anyway, he will accompany them to the end.

"Now that the women and children are gone, tell me, how should we compensate the bank for its losses?" asked the man in the carriage.

"Use money." True Dragon replied cheerfully.

"Let me know how much money you can offer."

"You can have as much as you want!" Zhen Longhao said. In fact, he didn't have much human currency left in his pocket, and most of it was blood elf currency.

"Oh? It turns out he is a kid from a rich family who is not short of money. Let's see, business is all about sense of humility, so you don't have to lose money. You can just write a poem here."

"Writing poetry?" Zhenlong couldn't help but have a few thick lines hanging down from his forehead.

"What's the problem? Didn't you like to write poetry before?"

What kind of compensation is this? You are obviously teasing yourself! Zhenlong began to doubt the identity of the person in the car. "May I ask what your name is?"

"You guess, you'll get a prize if you guess right."

"I can't guess, please let me know." Zhenlong said.

"Hey...Brother Leer, can't you even recognize my own voice?"

"Are you...Iron Mask, Parker?" Except for Parker's habit of referring to himself as "himself", the real dragon immediately made a judgment.

At this moment, the curtain of the carriage opened and a blond young man wearing an iron mask came out. "Brother Lille, you're fine!"

"Parker, is it really you?" The real dragon was surprised and happy.

"That's right." Parker got off the carriage, walked straight to the real dragon two steps at a time, and then gave the real dragon an affectionate hug. "Good brother, where have you been in the past two years? How come there is no news at all."

"We have done a great thing." Zhenlong said in a nonchalant manner.

"Oh? Really? I'd like to hear what your so-called big event is. Come on, let's drink and chat." Parker took Zhenlong's arm and walked into the bank. "Who is that? Lubao, hurry up and prepare for the banquet. I will have a good time with Brother Lille today."

"Mr. Parker, my subordinate's name is Bolou, not Lubao." Bolou originally expected Tiemian to avenge him, but when he saw that they were brothers, he didn't dare to say anything.

"Is there any difference? Go quickly!"

"Huh? This bank is also run by your family?" Zhenlong asked.

"Yes, what's the matter? If you like it, I can give it to you." Parker said generously.

"That's not necessary, anyway, I..."

"You have plenty of money anyway, right?" Parker immediately answered.

"You've seen it all."

"Brother Lille, please, this place is really rough, so you can just make do with it."

"What the hell. We haven't seen each other for two years, why have you become so polite?"

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On the border of Oufeng Town, somewhere in a dilapidated house.

"Sister, will Brother Lie be okay? I'm so worried about him. Can Brother Lie handle those many knights by himself?" Seeing Xiaohu sitting on an old wooden chair by the door, he asked Fei Yi. All afternoon he kept repeating the same question.

Fei Yi answered patiently over and over again: "Brother Lie is very capable and will be fine. Besides, he is a good person and God will bless him."

"really?"

"Fool, when has my sister ever lied to you?" She said this, but in fact she had no idea.

Xiaohu muttered and said to himself: "It would be great if Brother Motianxing was here..."

"Abraham Wenhu! How many times have I told you not to mention this person's name!" Fei Yi said harshly.

"Why, Brother Motianxing is also a good person. He taught me how to practice swordsmanship when he was here, and he also helped me fight bad guys. Why don't you mention him?" Xiaohu asked.

"Because of him... we can't mention it in the future anyway." Fei Yi hesitated, but shed tears quickly.

"Sister, why are you crying? Sister, please don't cry. I just won't mention it from now on." Xiaohu comforted her.

"Yes, be obedient."

The Motianxing that Xiaohu is talking about is one of the ace assassins of the "Dark Man" and one of the strongest swordsmen in the world today. He had a fight with a real dragon at Bodor Academy, but was stopped in time by Vulcan Baggio. Thunder Emperor, Sabu Roach said frankly: Motianxing is powerful enough to dominate the world, but it is a pity that he has no intention to fight for it.

Later, like the real dragon, there was no news from Motianxing for two years.