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Kingdom of Boer.

This small European country that exists in the fairy tale Snow White is not as good as the county seat of the Han Dynasty in the eyes of Quancheng.

In the entire kingdom of Boer, there are only three small cities, and outside the small cities are low earthen walls two or three meters high.

In addition, the entire kingdom occupies an area of tens of thousands of square kilometers, most of which are still mountains and woodlands, which are difficult to cultivate.

In terms of population, the Boer Kingdom also had only tens of thousands of people, and in the era of extremely backward production relations and productive forces in the Middle Ages, the enthusiasm of these people can also be imagined.

Such small countries abound on the European continent, and in the medieval countries where the system of division and fiefdom prevailed, a small marquis could claim to be king.

These nominal kings were in fact just village chiefs with self-respect.

For example, in the Kingdom of Boer, there were only a few hundred professional soldiers, most of whom were small nobles such as knights and lords in the farms, and their combat effectiveness was worrying.

For Hequan Makoto, it was easy to seize such a small country.

But……

He needed a proper name to rule and avoid being besieged by hundreds of countries across the continent.

After all, Kazumi Makoto was nominally the prince of the Seris Empire, if he privately provoked a war in Europe and captured a small country.

Not to mention whether the Seris Empire will be hostile to him, the “040” countries on the European continent alone will regard him as a wedge left by the Seris Empire.

Those timid kings will definitely use all their strength to uproot Hequan Makoto and his kingdom, so as to prevent the empire of Seris from entering the continent and causing Seris’s army to march west.

“A rightful name, a morality acceptable to all nations…”

Leaning back in the carriage, sitting on a soft silk cushion, Kazumi Makoto held a cup of hot tea and gazed out the car window into the wilderness.

In front of him, the Snow White lay on the ground like a big golden retriever, squinting meekly.

Her fair skin and perfect body were presented in front of Kazumi Makoto, but they failed to make the teenager feel the slightest impulse.

The evil god brutally modified Snow White’s memory and personality, turning her into Kazumi’s pet and letting him do whatever he wanted.

It is undeniable that this girl with condensed skin is definitely a perfect stunner, especially her pure and innocent expression, which can arouse men’s desire to conquer.

However, she is a gift left by the evil gods.

Those chaotic and disorderly evil gods are likely to leave traps in the main body of Bai Xuegong, perhaps just like some books.

Poisonous in the press.

Even if there is no problem, if Kazumi Makoto indulges in applauding for love, his consciousness will be polluted by the God of Sin, and gradually transform into a believer of the God of Sin…

Still, even so.

Glancing at the blonde girl lying on the ground, he raised his hand and gently stroked her long fluffy and curly natural curls.

“Woooooo~~”

The little girl lying on the ground made a very pleasant sound.

Kazumi asked softly:

“Your name?”

“Huh? Have you forgotten, Your Highness? Snow White, lying on the ground, raised her head, her white jade neck as noble as a swan.

“I am Maria, Maria von Ert, your pet.”

On her immature face, there is a pure and innocent smile.

She is like a big dog that eats and drinks enough to bask in the sun, docile, elegant, loyal…

“Well, in that case…”

Kazumi smiled happily as he said:

“Then, I have a task for you…”

“Huh?”

……

Under the setting sun.

Outside the Tucheng of the Kingdom of Boer, the nobles of the kingdom dressed in Chinese costumes gazed at the boundless wilderness not far away.

The fine grass beach fluttered in the breeze, and the warm sunset shone on them.

In the old days, at this time, they were already enjoying the lovely maids in their respective estates.

But now, they had to stand in front of the city gates, waiting for the distinguished guest.

“Goods…”

Among these nobles, next to King Philip, who was the leader, the queen wearing a black gauze dress showed a look of gritted teeth.

She stomped her foot, her sharp heel piercing into the solid dirt pavement.

On his mature face like a poppy, there is a sense of rapid decay.

Her brows furrowed, her white and tender little hands clenched hard, and a wisp of tendons broke up on her jade arm.

Anger, rage!

Not only that, but there is one in the heart.

Just now, the witch queen of the Kingdom of Boer peeked through the magic mirror to see the visiting convoy of the Cyris Empire.

In the gaze of the magic mirror, the Snow White was staying in the carriage of Prince Seris, lying next to the prince, looking lazy afterwards.

Seeing this scene, Queen Claudia, who had previously planned to assassinate Snow White, was naturally angry.

However, there is nothing to do.

She knew very well that this Snow White was the daughter of the previous queen, and since the beginning of her birth, she had carried a magical charm.

No man can resist her charm and is willing to be enslaved by her.

Even King Philip had some thoughts about her.

It was for this reason that Claudia hired demon hunters to assassinate the princess in order to keep her position as queen and to refine potions from Snow White’s corpse.

However, the powerful demon hunter was actually seduced by Snow White and helped Snow White escape from the castle.

Then, Snow White also inexplicably hooked up with Prince Cyris and became the prince’s plaything…

This dramatic twist made Queen Claudia very annoyed, but also jealous.

If something goes wrong, it is a demon.

As a witch who studied magic and the occult, Claudia did not believe in coincidences.

There must be some conspiracy hidden behind what Snow White did.

And she is likely to become a victim of this conspiracy!

“Damn, the prince of Seris…”

She stared into the wilderness not far away.

On the surging grass beach, a magnificent convoy slowly came from the direction of the setting sun.

As the convoy slowly approached, the nobles who welcomed Seris’s visiting team also made chaotic noises:

“How is it possible…”

“Cyris…”

“Are those knights?”

“So strong…”

At the front of the Seris team are thirty heavily armed champion riders.

These knights in heavy armor and armed with riding guns lined up in a neat and dense formation.

They were like a wall made of steel and iron, gradually pressing against the earthen city of the Boer Kingdom, making the nobles under these walls constantly exclaim, their faces stunned and afraid.

It’s terrible.

In the entire Kingdom of Boer, there are only more than twenty knights, and they are all the kind of parallel goods wearing chain mail.

These thirty champion knights and their knights alone were enough to cut grass in the military formation of the Kingdom of Boer, and the two sides were not an order of magnitude at all…

“This, this…”

King Philip opened his mouth wide, with panic on his face.

The dim sunset sprinkled on the plate armor of these knights, reflecting the golden brilliance, making them feel like a layer of gold, with an incomparably shocking oppressive force: 0

“Crunch-”

It wasn’t until the carved gilded frame slowly stopped in front of the gates of the Kingdom of Boer that King Philip came to his senses.

“Tuk tuk—”

“This…”

The crisp sound of horses’ hooves sounded in front of him.

The knight in heavy plate armor straddled the horse of Seris and looked down at the short and fat King Philip:

“Are you the king of the Kingdom of Boer?”

“Yes, yes…” King Philip, who usually flaunted his might, was sweating profusely at the moment, fighting two strands, and looking terrified.

He was a king, but he was looked down upon by a knight.

But King Philip did not shout arrogantly, but instead looked panicked.

The might of the champion knight crushed on his body, making this fat little king whimper in horror:

“I am the king of the Kingdom of Boer, you…”

“Hmph, it doesn’t matter who I am.”

The knight shrew away the mask of his helmet, rolled over and dismounted, leading the stout Seris horse aside.

“Da-da-da-”

Immediately afterwards, several armed eunuchs quickly ran under the frame of Kazusencheng’s car.

They laid out wooden benches for Hequan Cheng to facilitate His Royal Highness to get off the car, and then stood on his knees to the side.

The entire convoy fell silent, and the heavily armed Cyris knights and their warhorses held their breath like sculptures.

“Snap-”

The damask and gold wire curtain was lifted, and Kazumi stepped out of the carriage and stepped on a wooden bench.

Heads held high, and the sound of crisp footsteps echoed.

“Gollum…”

The fat-brained King Philip was sweating profusely, and he swallowed his saliva, narrowed his eyes with horror, and glanced cautiously at the prince.

He was only about fifteen or six years old, but he was dressed in brocade and carried a sense of majesty beyond ordinary people.

In each case, he had an inexplicable temperament, and the silk satin on his body was much more luxurious than him, the king of the Kingdom of Boer.

“That, His Royal Highness…”

As a small king, Philip also sees the wind at the helm.

He swallowed his saliva, raised a trace of courage, squeezed a smile on Fat 3.4’s face, and walked over with small broken steps:

“You’ve worked so hard, it’s really our honor to be here…”

“yes, yes!”

“That’s right, that’s right…”

A few pet courtiers standing behind King Philip also hurriedly talked, and these loyal doglegs shared the pressure for King Philip.

“Well, it doesn’t hurt.”

Kazumi Makoto stared at these nobles.

These nobles of the Kingdom of Boer, although they were dressed in delicate brocade, were dirty, and some were patched…

On them, there was a very strong smell, and in the Tucheng City not far away, there was also the smell of excrement fermentation, which made him frown disgustingly.

“Our convoy is parked outside the city for the time being…”

Kazumi Makoto looked as usual, hiding the contempt in his heart:

“Tonight, I will hold a banquet to entertain the nobles of the Boer Kingdom and enjoy the traditional food of Seris.”

He said, a gentle smile on his face, giving King Philip a flattered look.

“This… You are so polite! ”

The fat King Philip swallowed, and he recalled the food he had heard about Cyris, and his heart was snickering.

But Claudia, the queen behind him, couldn’t help frowning……_

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