sweet conquest of the devil gl

what happened? !

There are many knights who have such doubts on the battlefield. Sir Henry's title is based on money.Those who have never tasted blood and wind, and who have no ancestors, will naturally not be able to form a decent cavalry.

Among the eloquent and procrastinating cavalry, many of them were mercenaries who had just learned how to ride horses, and they used poison or ropes before using swords.

So they didn't understand why the horses suddenly started to be restless, and even ran away uncontrollably? !Wasn't it fine just now?

They have to thank the night for making the footsteps of fear less obvious.

It was an honor for them that Viola drew out the blade, an honor that could never be reaped under the blue sky and broad daylight.The crimson sword light is like a beam of light before the gate of purgatory unfolds. This beam cuts out a half-moon-shaped chain, dividing the air and the [thing] in front of it into two.

The "formation" of the mob actually lasted a few more breaths than the regular square formation, and the long ropes were cut off sequentially by a pair of scissors.

Viola pulled the rein to steer the horse, and it was not difficult to find that these people were just fish-like existences, and they must not be the pursuers sent by Francis.

Besides, that person can't really do that.

With her around, he dared not.

A trapezoidal pool of blood bloomed behind Viola. Among the cavalry team of more than a dozen people, she was the only one who really rushed to kill.

The two wings of the dragon heart lord do not need humans to act.The elite cavalry she carried was only to protect Cynthia's safety.

"My lord, what shall we do next?" The adjutant looked at the messy ground with some concern.These miscellaneous fish cavalry were obviously not from Molin Town. They were sneaky in the dark and took the initiative to attack. They were probably bandits or something.

Looking for clues in the leftovers after being scattered by the sword energy?It's a bit dirty.

"Don't worry about the things on the ground, the people of Molin Town will clean it up." Viola glanced at the ground lightly: "Keep on the road and go to Free City as soon as possible."

After arriving in Liberty City, she can turn to the waterway and soon return to the Ruby Islands, which belong to her territory.

The sound of horseshoes in the night gradually faded away.

Morning would always come. Floria was rolling left and right in the soft quilt. The devil could use meditation instead of sleep, but she fell asleep as soon as she touched the pillow last night, and her sister Katerina was lying beside her.

The two girls, one big and one small, were not disturbed by anyone.

There was only one devil, who kindly provided the wake-up service, making Floria's ears itch from the breath: "Miss, it's time for you to have breakfast."

【Barbatos, you can wake me up from the bottom of your heart. 】

【Your Highness, this subordinate is indeed waking you up. 】

Floria thought for a few seconds before she understood what she meant.

In order to show that she would not stay in bed, she climbed out of the bed and waited for the maid to come and change her clothes. I heard that noble ladies are like this.

"Miss, let me help you get dressed." The little skirt that Barbatos had prepared appeared in his hand.

"Leave me alone." Floria snatched the skirt, put it directly over her head, and stuck it gorgeously into a sausage.

"Miss, you haven't unfastened the top tie."

"Let's go, I, come!"

"Yes." Barbatos carried Floria, who was covered with half of her skirt, to the bedside, and helped her put on her shoes, until the sausage had two shoes, and the skirt still covered her head.

"..."

In the silence, Barbatos helped Floria untie the enigmatic silk ties so that the skirt could be attached neatly.

"Barbatos, let's go out and see what we can do." Floria pretended nothing happened. They pretended to be identities to get benefits, and there was no need to hide it.

The letter didn't say what the mercenary's name was, so he just said it was Barbatos.

The breakfast is simple and unpretentious: there are blue-purple fruits similar to grapes, cranberry jam, egg and pork sandwiches, milk and a sausage.

Putting down the knife and fork after eating, before Floria could think about how to ask for management rights without a trace and explain the crisis, the old knight named Claude immediately stepped forward, making an expression that he had something to say.

It seems that he is still hesitating whether to let Miss Floria, who is only 13 years old, worry about some terrible things.But in any case, it is even more inappropriate to let Katerina, who has just turned 7, be in charge.

"Grandpa Claude, no matter what you have, you can speak directly." Hearing Katerina address him that way yesterday, Floria followed suit.

"Miss, actually, something happened at the gate of the city." Claude considered his words: "Sir Henry and some cavalry died outside."

Floria almost forgot the name Henry, isn't he the villain who wanted to swallow his wife's territory!

"It's him? Why did he die outside?" She wasn't surprised that Henry came to make a surprise attack last night and killed his wife and stepdaughter. Why don't they kill the grass and roots earlier?

It is not difficult to bully a child who is only a few years old and has only one piece of land left.

"Ashamed, we can't find out, the traces outside the city are a bit strange." The old knight lowered his head.

"Let me see." The knife and fork were placed on the side of the plate, and Floria stood up and was ready to go.

"Miss, there's blood all over there!"

"Grandpa Claude, how long can you control us?" This sentence was very rude, but it managed to make the old knight withdraw his intercepting arm.

Floria secretly apologized in her heart, but she didn't want to be restricted by her age everywhere.Not to mention the convenience of fighting for rights and contacting the world, even the real Floria would definitely not push her obligations to her younger sister.

After seeing the bloody trapezoid, the blood of the demons kept her from bursting out of human fear.Mental discomfort is replaced by questions.

"What kind of damage is this?" It's more like some kind of large weapon or magic than a human.

"It's a dragon." Barbatos' voice was sure.

"Dragon?!" Someone exclaimed.

"No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it!" Floria shook her head: "How can there be claw marks and bite marks?" It is obviously two very flat trapezoids.

"To be precise, they are half-dragon creatures, at least half-dragon blood." Barbatos still insisted on his opinion: "Their aura is very strong after the dragon form, and they will cling to the ground. If it does not rain, at least It takes two days to dissipate."

"Really, that's really rare." Floria had no idea about the half-dragon, so she responded casually.

But she remembered one thing: at least she had to try to rescue "mother", although she was probably cold.Even if that person can't be saved, can the territory left by Henry covet it?

It can be seen from Katerina's continuous loss of territory due to her weakness that this country may be in a state of chaos. As long as there is a reason, anyone can get involved in claiming rights.

"Grandpa Claude, we should go to Rock City. Since Sir Henry appears here, my mother may be in danger." She handed over the letter last night, and she didn't know what the people in this town thought.At first, I was worried that Henry would come and make a surprise attack, but now it has completely stopped.

His body was barely recognizable, thanks to the ring on Sir Henry's hand.Of course, together with his subordinates, he will be buried without discrimination, and these belongings cannot be taken away.

"Miss, you can write a letter first, and then we will send someone to discuss with the people in Melanton City." Claude asked the guards to continue cleaning up the venue and took Floria back.

Again, discuss?As soon as Floria heard it, she understood that something was wrong with "her" own territory.That's right, His Royal Highness is not afraid, whoever makes a ghost will be sent to be a ghost.

Back in the room, after finishing writing the letter at the desk, Floria shook the quill: "Barbatos, who is stronger than you and the half-dragon that caused that miserable image?"

She is eager to understand the strength gradient. If the world is full of strategic weapons, and the strength of the devils is not strong, then she, the devil's neck, will have to be cleaned and slaughtered at any time, right?

"It's hard to say, my subordinates didn't see the battle last night, and the strength gap between half-dragons and half-dragons is also extremely huge." Barbatos pushed the glasses that were hidden after pretending to be a mercenary.

"Are there many creatures like half-dragons? Are there many that are as strong as the one last night?" This is the point, and she doesn't want to become their experience points.

"It shouldn't be many. The company will choose a world with a suitable strength range when transferring dungeons." The devil's words are very reasonable. A world that is too weak is worthless, and a world that is too strong must have special elites to attack.

The one suitable for newcomers is probably the kind of pyramid-shaped world, with enough space to grow and obtain rare resources.

"Then don't think about things that far away. Regarding the city of Melanton, what should I do next?"

There was no one around, and Barbatos didn't hide it: "If there is indeed an inner ghost in Melanton City, the ability to love with your heart is just right."

"You mean falling into a dream? Is the distance too far away?"

"It's not far away. Xinlian can jump through dreams, and the flying speed of Dream Demon is also at the forefront among devils. If the flight takes less than two days, she only needs to prepare in advance."

It sounds like Barbatos gave another good suggestion, and Floria has no doubts: "Okay, then you can contact Xinlian, and she will let you arrange it in the next few days. I want to know what happened in Melanton City. .”

"Yes." There was a smile on the corner of the devil's mouth.

Dreams, perhaps, are the benefits bestowed by the gods to the creatures.

It is the haven of the soul and the field of spiritual relaxation.

In the dream, Cynthia was resting under the apple tree, and her subconscious fatigue made her close her eyes in the dream.Except for the bright red apples on this apple tree, the surrounding walls are all blue-gray.

They blocked the surging blood, but they couldn't stop the intruders who were planning.

A sharp weapon sliced ​​through the shadows, and the armored devil came to the dreamland.

Just as the devil stepped on the blue-gray grass, the whole dream suddenly ignited with golden-red flames.As Cynthia opened her eyes in the dream, Viola's figure also emerged at the same time.

"Aunt?" Cynthia called unconsciously.

"Cynthia, run, run as far as possible." Viola's voice was serious.

"Please don't worry, my target is not that child, but you. The dream of dragons is too difficult to invade." I couldn't see the expression under the mask, but the devil must be grinning.

"I have one thing I need you to clarify, please."

The blades were unsheathed at the same time.