Tomorrow's Ark, Second International

Seeing that the idle wolf mentioned it again, Provence no longer concealed it. Anyway, she came here to discuss this matter with the idle wolf.

"Actually, someone saw you crying today, and you were crying very sadly. We have never seen you so sad."

Although Idle Wolf really wants to ask who is the informer, but he will not betray her when he comes to Provence, so it is better not to ask.

"So can you tell me what's going on?"

"There is nothing bad to say, in fact, it is like this..."

Although I saw the whole process from the first perspective, it was a different experience to tell it from the perspective of a bystander. As a result, Idle Wolf himself was fine, and Provence was crying.

Let the idle wolf spend most of the time comforting the big-tailed wolf who suddenly burst into tears. It feels a bit like watching a tear-jerking movie with his girlfriend, but the protagonist of this movie is herself.

"Hasn't Provence experienced this?"

"No..."

Provence, who still hasn't recovered, would choke up when she said a word, and she had to get a tissue from the idle wolf's hand to get rid of her tears, which made her voice sound a little strange.

It seemed that he also knew that his voice was not right. Provence's voice became a little weaker, and his speech speed was a little slow.

"The Ursas picket team dare not make things difficult for me, Mr. Grape will help me solve many things..."

He almost forgot about the wolf that was about to be raised as a pig. Even if it wasn't for that wolf, the messenger of natural disasters would be given preferential treatment.

This world is inherently unequal. Even if they are also infected, the infected who are struggling to survive in the wasteland are different from the messengers of natural disasters.

Just chatting without saying a word, it took a long time for the idle wolf to comfort Provence. Although he regretted it a bit, it was not a loss to see Provence like this.

"Idle wolf, in fact, all your enemies are gone."

Not long after that incident happened, Syracuse ushered in a bloodbath. Naturally, the families who provoked the struggle had no good end. They thought they could improve their status, and what they had to wait for was destruction.

The rest of the participating families like the Gambino family were also exiled, otherwise the idle wolf would not see them in Longmen.

It was always the Sicilian lady who won until the end, and she was the only one who won from the beginning to the end.

"So, in fact, there is no need to think about revenge."

"Don't worry, I didn't think about it in the first place."

He stretched out his hand to hug Provence, but the latter nimbly dodged it, with his signature smile already on his face, if it wasn't for the fact that his eyes were still red, I am afraid that Idle Wolf would have thought it was a female acting skill.

"I'm relieved to hear you say that, don't lie to me!"

After speaking, Provence ran to the door alone, opened the door and slipped out, and finally a head popped out.

"Let's wait for the rest when we go home. Don't be too intimate outside. Pay attention to the influence!"

As the door of the room was completely closed, the idle wolf who was left in the room showed a confused expression. She didn't think about anything just now, why did the big tail wolf think of going there.

"Forget it, go to sleep!"

The land ship is about to embark on the return journey. Currently, the staff is still repairing the line for final maintenance, but I think it will be able to set off before dawn.

I'm afraid she will be able to return home in a short time, anyway, she is not looking forward to that, she just wants to go home.

Chapter 1048 Unsustainable Glory

"Yao Knight, please go slowly."

A knight who looked like a waiter sent Linguang and his party out of the gate of the Prison Association. Although the tone was respectful, it was only respectful.

"These people are too much, they can't help at all!"

Maria kicked hard on the daoxing tree beside her. Even the old tree that had grown for decades was a little tilted and shaken under her foot. She looked at her sister worriedly.

"Sister...are you okay..."

"It's nothing, Maria." Linguang stretched out his hand and touched his sister's head, "This trip is not in vain."

"But they were kicking the ball just now, pushing each other and pushing each other. They said a lot of good things, but it was useless at all."

Maria was still a little bit aggrieved, probably because she still had fantasies about knights that made her so angry.

"Miss Maria, in fact, the knights of the Correctional Council have given a reminder just now, please recall carefully."

"Eh, is there any?"

Maria tried hard to recall the details of just now, from the beginning when she was respectfully invited by the knight to serve tea in the room, then the knight who was in charge of the reception was fooling around, and finally she applied to be the same as the Grand Knight Commander. Rejected, then sent out politely.

She recalled the process countless times, but she couldn't remember where she got the reminder. In her impression, those knights were all bastards. It seemed that this impression made her ignore many details.

"Oh, it seems that I am still very immature..."

After her sister returned home, Maria, who didn't have to take too many responsibilities, quickly turned back to the little girl who relied on her sister. Although she lost some maturity, she was more delicate and cute.

"Don't worry, Miss Maria, you will see the result in a short time."

Famin turned back and glanced at the Casimir Prison Council again. The building that represented the knight still looked so majestic on the outside, but who knew that even if he spoke in his own territory, he needed to be careful.

Although they are still maintaining the last glory of the old ruling class, they have actually fallen behind this era.

The sullen Maria returned home with her mouth pouting like this, and she didn't start to regain her mind until she picked up her weapon again and started training.

The ending is also obvious, that is, he was beaten up by his sister, but this is already a daily life of Linguang's family.

Linguang's opinion is obvious, that is, either Maria grows into a knight in her own right during this rigorous training, or she can't stand the training and chooses to quit.

In short, it is absolutely impossible to go to the battlefield with a half-baked appearance. Although the knight competition is more like a show, there is no less danger in it.

Even Zofia, the whip blade knight, felt that it was a little too much after watching Linguang's training of Maria. If she was in charge of training Maria, she would definitely not be able to be so ruthless.

No wonder it's my sister!

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"Why haven't I seen Maria for a long time?"

In the dim environment, the bald-headed Martin, the owner of the small bar, suddenly said something, but judging from the few customers in the tavern at present, it is unnecessary to say that this sentence is asking someone.

"Girl, she has been trained very badly recently."

Koval, the old craftsman of the big white bear, sipped his favorite vodka, but his appetizers had to wait for a while, which made him feel not so enjoyable.

"Kowal, don't talk nonsense, that's how their grandfather trained Margaret back then. Every time I see their sisters' training, I think of inheritance..."

"Old man, you are so sentimental, why don't you find a disciple to pass on your skills, you are very good at bow and arrow, right?"

"It's better to forget it, it's just my hand, I'd better take it to the ground, so as not to mislead my son."

The old knight looked at his bow hanging in the bar, feeling a little emotional.

"At least Margaret is back, isn't she?" Bald-headed Martin brought out a stack of barbecue from the back kitchen. Ursus people just like this stuff, "Come on, you want it."

"The martini's craftsmanship hasn't improved in decades, it still has the same taste."

The old craftsman was disgusted, but the movements of his hands were not slow, and even the wine in the glass was being consumed quickly.

"I call it authentic, and there are many people who like my hand."

"Old man, do you know how long Margaret will stay this time?" The wine glasses in the bar can never be washed out, and Martin will deal with these difficult gadgets as long as he has time, "She hasn't come yet Come and sit here."

"I can't tell, at least until the end of the knight competition, but maybe this time Maria will also leave..."

As soon as Martin's hands froze, the meat in Koval's mouth didn't feel good.

"Hey, young people always want to roam around..."

"I, I just hope that the girl can come back more often to see me, Master Koval."

"As long as you are the master, the mechanical device that Maria can repair may not even be able to understand it."

The old knight dismantled the stage again at the right time, but the old craftsman would never feel any embarrassment, as long as he was not embarrassed, the embarrassment would be others.

"What do you know? The people of Yan Kingdom said that one day is a teacher and a lifelong father."

"But you are not from Yan Kingdom, do you want me to paint your ears black with ink?"

"It's not impossible..."

Looking at the appearance of the old craftsman, maybe he is really thinking about whether this can be done.

Jingle~

Just when the few people were bickering, the door of the small bar was suddenly opened, and the hanging bell used to welcome the guests also made a crisp but not harsh sound.

"Sorry, the shop is closed."

Martin showed a standard business expression and looked at the customer who walked in. It was a newcomer he had never seen before, but when Martin's eyes swept over this person's chest, his eyes suddenly froze.

There was a mark painted on the chest of this visitor, which belonged to the knights who fought.

"You are the 'Quivering Iron' knight Martin."

The visitor had a business smile that was not inferior to Martin's, but it also gave people a feeling that the smile came from the heart.

Regardless of the flowing long hair, the loose coat or the long high-heeled leather shoes, the impression given by the visitor has nothing to do with the word knight, but the emblem of the battle knight cannot be faked.

"It's been a long time since anyone called me by that name, are you?"

"Level [-] knight Senomi, please forgive me for disturbing everyone's rest."

When the visitor finished his brief self-introduction, both the old knight and the old craftsman stopped what they were doing. The fourth-level knight was barely on the edge of the middle class in the knight class, but the girl in front of her was So young, youth represents an infinite future.

"Then, Knight Senomi, may I ask why you are here so late?"

"Please also introduce Yao Knight to me. My master has something to bring to her."

Chapter 1049 Old Linguang's Legacy

"Huh, so you let the little girl sleep in the bar all night?"

Zofia put her hips on her hips, and the most majestic of all the relatives in Linguang's family is probably the Whipblade Knight. At least most of the time, the old knights would not dare to disobey her.

"There's no other way. She forced her to live in the bar. Martin must have had a good night's sleep yesterday."

The knight still said a few words for his old buddy, and he was still loyal at this time.

"She claims to be a warrior knight. We old guys still have eyesight. Now the three of us old guys are not enough for her to fight alone."

"Don't take me with you, I'm a craftsman, not a fighter."

In contrast, the old craftsman Big Pyrenees is not so loyal.