Dragon Zero

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At night, a curtain, three thousand horses looked at a large city-Rumina. In front of the tent, Freed, who was cold and steel-faced, with his sword in his hands, gloomed at the lights in Lumina.

"Marshal, take Lumina and we will be ten-nine, you don't have to worry."

Mad Shaver: Once a murderous, unscrupulous bandit who fled the western part of the continent, a serrated sword. Mad Shark once made the seaside countries frightened, but at this time he was already a giant in the hands of the creator king and was transferred to Fried. Under your command.

Fried's cold eyes glanced obliquely at the nearby Saffron, making him tremble. These eyes are not a pair of eyes nervous because of the heavy responsibility, and the cold, bitter eyes reveal fanaticism, hatred and excitement. Saffron's throat rolled and stood silently. It was hard to imagine what kind of eyes it was.

A young woman came, and she handed a letter to Fried in her hand.

Hunter Marshall: An old member of the founding kingship, who was once a member of the Holy Armor, and is now transferred to Freed's office with the Holy Armor Berwick. Yesterday, she just turned 31.

"Abbot's secret letter." Marshall only said such a short sentence.

Freed glanced open, then folded the paper copy in his palm and squeezed it into a powder: "Tell Devil Abbots, find out the identity purpose of the other party, and then report back to me."

"But this matter..." Marshall was interrupted only half of the time.

There was no expression on Freed's face, and the tone of his voice was unquestionable. "The Holy Emperor transferred you to my hands. Everything will be subject to my orders. I am the Marshal Pioneer. From the beginning of the voyage, everything will come from me. Decide!"

Marshall bowed his head and said: "Yes."

Freed's eyes kept looking at the front and said, "I will report to the Holy Emperor about this matter, you don't have to ask."

"Yes, I will send a letter to Abz." Majer turned away.

Theft: Abbots: A lone thief galloping in the desert of the Dead Sea, often wearing a brown hooded leather coat that can hide her body and wearing a silver-black metal mask. When he was a youth, he joined the team of Desert Thief Orement, and he was a close friend with blonde Shakhan. After Olement died in the desert for several years, he was absorbed by the creation king and was a holy person. Rick's men are now under the command of Grand Marshal Freed, who is 57 years old.

After Marshall left, Freed turned back to the tent and said to Saffron: "You look outside, and when you have a signal, you follow the command line."

Saffer bowed his head and said: "You know, rest assured, we have been operating in Adria for many years, making it easy to change colors here."

Lumina, the capital of Adria, the city is built on a hill, the mountain is a vast plain, hundreds of thousands of houses on the hill, and the tallest royal palace is built on top of the hill, with powerful magic Enchantment protection. At this time, the majestic palace palace is lit with bright lights, joyful feast, and pleasant music, playing a peaceful and enjoyable world.

"Come down and come. Today is your birthday. The veteran has to congratulate you and toast you."

The King is an old man with grace and grace. He is very old but he looks very young. The few wrinkles and delicate skin show his pride and wealth. Compared with him is another old man toasting with him, this person is dry and thin, bald, leaving only a circle of snow-white old hair. But don’t look at this person’s thinness, he is the most authoritative person in Adria. The king rarely administers affairs after the age of 50, unless it is a very serious national event, and the rest is handed over to others. Under the promotion and appointment of this slender old man, the whole country is already full of his confidants. In this country, he can be said to cover the sky with one hand.

The skinny little old man's name was Andrea. At this time, he had a glass of wine with the king, his mouth was chattered, and he said with a smile: "Your Majesty, why didn't you see Princess Hephaemia?"

With the help of the waiter, the king lazily greeted the guests who came to congratulate and said to Andrea: "Oh, this little girl, I can't control her more and more. Today my father's birthday is before her. I'm still approving government affairs, and I said I changed clothes and came back later. Alas~ She would have to care about my father half of the government affairs."

"Why, the princess still cares about your majesty, she is also afraid that her majesty is too laborious, so she wants to worry about your majesty as soon as possible." Andrea took the wine glass and said with a smile, he turned around in his eyes, revealing The ordinary people hardly notice the hatred.

Hefimi: The smallest princess of Adria. The fifty-five-year-old king was very fond of her, but the princess has always been worried about her father’s dictatorship since she was sensible, and she hated Andre’s appointment of a private person. Policy is extremely opposed. But her father trusted Andre very much, which made her feel helpless. She has five elder brothers and three elder sisters, but has become the future heir to Adria. At the age of sixteen, her father had asked her to act as monarch and to deal with the state affairs with Andrei. More than a year.

While the king was happy, he also thought of some state affairs and asked Andre: "How have you dealt with the things of Baikal?"

Andre said with a smile: "The specific details are being discussed with those pirates. Your majesty, you can rest assured that the pirates are just for the money, they will leave when they get the money."

The king frowned and said unpleasantly, "What has happened after such a long time, how have you done it? What are you doing? In case the murderous pirates start fire and kill the residents of Baikal, what will happen to them? do?"

"This..." Andre said with a very embarrassed expression, and said with a bitter face: "Your Majesty, you really can't blame me. Princess Hefimi has always opposed my policy of stabilizing the pirate first, and then strengthening the army, and reached with the pirate. The trading conditions of the card can't be released from the princess."

The king was also helpless to this daughter and patted Andre on the arm: "Well, I will talk to Hefimi for a while on this matter."

Andrea bent over and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

At the banquet, a small, slender figure who appeared to be a girl came to the king. Andrey took her to the king and said: "Your Majesty, this is Ms. Donovan. She is a dwarf mage of the Thurass tribe."

Goblin Mage Donovan: The Seras of the dwarf branch. This dwarf is famous for its small and slim body. Unlike other branches, it is more sturdy and more like the reduced version of the elven clan. Donovan is now 46 years old, and her longer life span makes her appear younger. She is only 1 meter 3 and is good at manipulating magic, so she is called the little demon mage. She joined the genesis of creation a long time ago, and is a member of the Holy Armor, and now Fried is working.

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