The Troubles of the Holy Maiden [Comprehensive]

All three looked at the swordsman in front of them strangely, and an awkward silence began to fill the atmosphere.

Helga spoke hesitantly, with a touch of curiosity in her soft tone: "Um... are you a robber? Is this a robbery?"

Rowena couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The man on the opposite side turned blue, and he took off the cloak hat he was wearing on his head, revealing a thick, fluffy red hair and a handsome face.This is a typical handsome man of this era, with a tall and tall figure, wearing a well-fitting tights under a wide cloak, revealing smooth but powerful muscle lines.He has profound facial features, and the high bridge of the nose makes the blue eyes extraordinarily deep and charming.

The man held the sword in one hand, and said with a bad expression: "Hey, miss, I'm not a robber, I'm saving you!"

"Save us?" Rowena and Helga looked at each other and asked inexplicably.

The man didn't answer, he held the sword in both hands again, and pointed forward. He stared at Fran with piercing eyes, and his attitude was very vigilant: "You hypocritical lackey of the Holy See, I warn you, let these two ladies go, or I will kill you." You are welcome!"

Fran looked at the man in front of her with great interest, and asked curiously, "You're welcome? Who are you? What position do you have to be rude to me?"

The man clenched his sword tightly and said, "I'm just a swordsman who sees injustice. As King Arthur's heir, I can't just watch the two ladies be ruled by you!"

Before Fran could speak, Rowena frowned and retorted: "The heir of King Arthur? King Arthur and Queen Guinevere have no descendants. Even if he has descendants, they are illegitimate children without inheritance rights. What right do you have to call yourself the heir?" King Arthur's heir?" She looked up and down at the red-haired man across from her with disdain, and said sarcastically, "You don't want to say that your broken iron sword is King Arthur's holy sword, do you?!"

The man's face turned red when Rowena's poisonous tongue said it, but he still held on and did not flinch: "I am the heir to King Arthur's will! I inherit his justice and brave chivalry! Women don't interrupt, wait to be rescued obediently That's enough!" He looked at Fran again, and said firmly, "This is a battle between us men!"

Fran originally had a good impression of this righteous silly boy, but when she heard the second half of his sentence, she felt a little ridiculous.Sure enough, what he said directly offended Rowena, who was arrogant and arrogant, and Helga, who was soft on the outside and strong on the inside. They both frowned and scolded at the same time: "What did you say?!" "It's too rude!"

Rowena stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Fran, don't worry about it, let me teach this kid a lesson first!"

Fran patted Rowena's shoulder amusedly, and said softly: "Okay, don't be angry with him, are you going to fight him with a sword?" Rowena curled her lips and stood aside.Fran looked at the red-haired man amusedly, and asked, "So, are you going to fight me?"

The red-haired young man proudly said: "That's right! This is a duel between men, if you lose, let these two ladies go!"

Helga stomped her feet and whispered, "Is this man sick? Who needs his help?"

The young man with sharp ears heard it, and said righteously: "You have been controlled by this lackey of the Holy See! You will wake up when I defeat him!"

Rowena rolled her eyes indecently, grabbed the weird-looking Helga, stood on the side of the road, and said casually: "Okay, then you guys fight!"

Seeing the two ladies leaving, the red-haired young man put on a posture vigorously, and said to Fran righteously: "I am Godric Gryffindor, from the barren swamp. Outlander, pull out your sword, to inform you of your name."

Fran chuckled, pulled out the short sword from her waist, and said like the red-haired youth, "I am Saint Fran, from the city of the sky."

The two saluted, and then jumped forward, the long sword and short sword fighting together.

The swords clashed, and the sound of clanging metal clashes accompanied by flickering cold light dazzled the eyes of the onlookers.In the hand-to-hand combat, Fulan didn't look like a heroic warrior. Instead, she seemed to be a cold and introverted dagger that cut iron like mud, attacking the weakest weakness of the enemy with every move.

Rowena and Helga admired Fran's heroic appearance with admiring faces, and their eyes were full of little stars.

Although the red-haired youth actually had the upper hand in terms of body size and weapons, the gap in strength between the two was quickly exposed. After ten or twenty rounds, Fran skillfully flipped the long sword in the young man's hand, and The kick kicked his knee joints, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground. The young man was about to turn around and get up when he was kicked on his shoulder by the other party. His slightly raised face met the sword pointed straight at the tip of his nose. And it's his own long sword.

Flan withdrew her feet, threw the long sword to the young man's side, took a step back, and said calmly, "Okay, you lost."

Rowena and Helga ran forward and surrounded Fran excitedly, chirping and praising her.

Fran rubbed the hair of the little girls, and said to the young man who was still sitting on the ground with a frustrated face: "Although you are a wizard, if you want to use a sword as a weapon, you still need to practice your swordsmanship again. You are very talented, But the swordsmanship is really ordinary." Even so, Fulan still slandered in her heart: "It is the tradition of this world that this mage doesn't use a staff and a sword?" '

The two little girls and the young man on the ground were taken aback when they heard this.Rowena pointed to the complex-looking young man on the ground in surprise, and said incredulously, "Is he a wizard?"

Fran tapped the tip of Rowena's nose, and said with a smile: "Why, didn't you see it? This Mr. Gryffindor can already see that you two are wizards, otherwise why would you rush to me, a 'Holy See dog', to save you?" You guys?"

Helga also looked up and down the red-haired youth in disbelief, and sighed: "I really didn't see it, I thought he was a ranger who likes to indulge himself and has a sick mind." Helga smiled shyly, embarrassed Said: "Sorry, I misunderstood you."

Rowena nodded, looked at the young man who couldn't hide his strong and tall figure even though he was sitting on the ground, and said, "You really don't look like a wizard. It seems that the habit of judging people by their appearance will bring Misleading, customary common sense will also interfere with rational judgment, be educated."

The young man shook his head and smiled wryly: "I lost, you can deal with it as you please."

Fran rubbed her forehead, sighed, and said, "I said, it's good to be righteous and brave, but as a minority group, you must first learn to protect yourself. If I'm mean to you, you've already died a hundred times, and even, Life is better than death." She looked at the young man and said bluntly: "Okay, get up, it's just a loss, what does this look like!"

The young man rubbed his black chin, which had been knocked on the ground just now, and pouted again, showing the naivety of a big boy.He picked up the sword and got up from the ground.

The young man stood still, pouted his neck and said in a low voice, "Although I lost, I will not give up. I will definitely save my compatriots from your grasp!"

Rowena rolled his eyes indecently, and said directly: "I said you, are you not winking? Which eye of yours saw that we were controlled by Fran? You still need to save us?!"

The young man retorted: "You are blinded by love! Witches are like this. Once you fall in love, you lose your mind completely! He is a member of the Holy See, you are witches, and your positions are inherently hostile!" He stared The two girls said loudly: "And he, relying on his own appearance and strength, it's not enough to have one of you, and he brought both girls with him. I said, don't you all have dignity if you share a lover like this? !"

Rowena and Helga were dumbfounded, while Fran couldn't help laughing. She didn't explain, but Helga, a gentle girl, jumped first.

"Merlin! This Mr. Godric Gryffindor! If you have a brain disease, you need to be cured. If you need potions, I can provide them for you. You can't let yourself deteriorate!"

Rowena waved his hand impatiently: "Mr. Gryffindor, let me explain to you one last time, the three of us are not in that kind of relationship, and Fran is not a member of the Holy See, we are all wizards. Alright, Thank you for your concern, we can say goodbye!"

Godric Gryffindor's eyes widened, and he pointed at Fran incredulously: "What? He's also a wizard? How is this possible?! He's so good at swordsmanship!"

Helga smiled and sarcastically said: "You are not good enough to allow others to use swordsmanship?"

The young man was so overwhelmed that he was at a loss for words. Knowing that he had misunderstood the other party, his face was flushed, and it took a long time before he said awkwardly: "Holding... sorry, I misunderstood."

Fran shook her head, and replied: "It's okay, you are also kind, but don't be so impulsive next time. If you rush forward without understanding the situation, sometimes you will not only do bad things with good intentions, but also put yourself in trouble. danger."

The red-haired young man lowered his head in frustration, like a poor little wolf dog.

Rowena crossed her arms, squinted at the young man, and snorted coldly: "Okay, we don't blame you for looking for trouble, can you let us pass now? 'Road robber'?"

The young man moved out of the way, allowing the three of Fran to pass.But he didn't go far, and the young man's voice came from behind him.

"Please wait!"

Several people stopped and turned around, and saw the red-haired young man chasing after them.

Rowena said angrily, "Merlin! What's the matter?"

The red-haired young man stopped in his tracks, scratching his head in embarrassment, looking a little dazed.He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Excuse me, where are you going?"

Rowena said bluntly: "Does this have anything to do with you? Mr. Gryffindor."

The young man blushed, then gritted his teeth and said, "Well, can you take me with you?"

"What?!" x2

The young man looked at Fran and said sincerely, "I admire your swordsmanship and I want to ask for your guidance. I can pay for the tuition! If it's not convenient for you, I can be your apprentice and learn by your side!"

Rowena said with some displeasure: "Hey! You are an unknown wizard, why should you follow us and let Fran teach you! We are not short of money!"

Helgal pulled Rowena's sleeve and said, "Rowena, calm down, calm down."

The young man quickly explained: "I didn't mean anything malicious, I meant it sincerely. Well, it's not convenient for you to take the two ladies alone. With me here, you can do some chores, clean up the blind fish on the road and so on. Yes, I have a lot of uses! Please think again!"

Fran tilted her head slightly to look at the young man, thought for a moment, and then asked the two little girls: "Rowena, Helga, do you dislike this Mr. Gryffindor?"

Helga shook her head tenderly, and said softly, "Although Mr. Gryffindor has caused trouble to others, he is kind after all."

Rowena looked at the pitiful eyes of the young man looking at her, curled her lips and said, "No, it's okay."

After hearing the attitudes of the two little girls, Fran looked at the red-haired young man again, and said kindly: "Well then, you can come with us, and I can spare some time to give you some swordsmanship instructions, but you don't need to be an apprentice. It's good to be friends. Now, let's get to know each other again!"

The moment he heard the words, the red-haired youth raised a big smile, the white teeth reflected the sunlight, making his smile even brighter.

"Hello! I'm Godric Gryffindor, from the southern swamp!"

"Hi, I'm Helga Hufflepuff, from the Middales."

"...Hi, I'm Rowena Ravenclaw, from the northern riversides."

The author has something to say: The four giants lack one of the three, and Western Fantasy's "male protagonist" Fran has successfully harvested a younger brother~

Nishang knows that many readers want to watch a small theater, but they are too busy to think about it. The main text is written according to the outline.Although I don't want to stop the update and pour black mud on everyone, Nishang must first ensure her academic performance.Tomorrow, Nishang is almost done, and we will resume the small theater at that time, so there is still no chapter for today...Sorry, sorry