Ride and Cut

After listening to the secrets of the palace that won't spread out, Richard raised a finger and began to tell his own story.

"First of all, there must be a new world in which mad Titans and undead live. I have personally verified this, and there is no way to go wrong. If you don't believe it, the space rift in Allen Town is there, you can go and see."

Prince Schmidt's eyes dimmed for an instant.

"That's right, those three Titans' heads can't be faked. Secondly, secondly?"

"Secondly." Lord Lord raised his second finger. "It should be true that Titans can send undead over now. I have seen giant rhinos transform into zombies in Allen Town. You should know that giant rhinos seven It was extinct eight thousand years ago."

"I... fuck!" Schmidt made a rare slur and hit the table with a punch. "Master Richard, can't you give me good news tonight?"

"Good news, let me think about it..." Richard rubbed his chin and snapped his fingers. "The good news is that the Titans really can't make it by themselves, otherwise they wouldn't be able to give up chasing me."

This is really good news, but for Pompeii, who is struggling to deal with the undead, it makes no sense at all.

It's like a kid who is fighting for candy with a partner, suddenly heard that the five great masters of the kingdom have decided to cancel the joint operation against him, how could he be happy.

"Wait a minute, I'll calm down." Prince Schmidt hugged the ice bucket containing the wine bottle and plunged into it.

It took three or four minutes to straighten up and push away the ice bucket.

"Okay, very good." He shook his head vigorously, his thick mane like a lion was covered with icy scum, and the tip of his nose was red with cold. "Go on, I can resist it."

"According to the current situation, there is a spatial rift in Allen Town, and there is another on the border between Pompeii and San Jose." Richard handed him a napkin, quite unbearable. "It's hard to tell. It is unclear whether there are other spatial rifts."

"Hey..." Schmidt didn't care about wiping his face, and sighed in a daze.

"Indeed." Lord Lord nodded.

Worthy of being a military officer, his mind is still clear enough at critical moments.

Although there is no definitive information that the Titans are preparing to launch a war, there is no doubt that all living beings in the other world should be proactively mobilized to prepare for the disaster of an unprecedented scale.

"But now the country is also very troublesome and chaotic." The burly prince took up his napkin and blew his nose vigorously.

"When necessary, just cut the mess with a knife." Even Richard himself is not very confident.

After the Niuhu case, he has a deeper understanding of politics. Doesn't this trick of slashing chaos with a sharp knife work at all times-even if you send all the cowboys to the guillotine, you can not fly into the dog when you change into a newcomer?

Temporary simplicity and rudeness may be able to save the emergency, but it will only bring about longer-term hidden dangers.

This is only the bullying of the animal husbandry, not to mention the more complicated and delicate rules of the King's Capital.

"It would be great if it were that simple." Schmidt sighed dejectedly as he clearly understood the truth.

He suddenly took out a slap-sized bag from his pocket and threw it to the lord of Alpine Fortress across the table.

"What?" Richard felt through the bag and found out there seemed to be a few paper and metal badges inside.

"Your marquis canonized clerk."

"Marquis?" The lord blew a whistle and threw the bag aside, "Is it a bit rush to jump so many levels at once."

He doesn't care much about the title now, after all, strength is the fundamental.

There is no title but no strength, either can't hold it or be a vase. And as long as the strength is strong enough, it doesn't matter whether there is a title or not, the Pioneer Baron is not the real Marquis.

"You can hunt down targets of the Titan level, and you have to win over you in any country. A marquis is not an exaggeration." Prince Schmidt said, "In addition, a few wineries have been set aside for you on the Bordeaux Plain. Valuable, the title deed is also in it."

"I thought there should be a grand ceremony for aristocratic promotion."

Schmidt blinked his eyes twice and smiled reluctantly, "It should have been there, but I really don't feel that way, anyway you know it."

"All right."

"By the way, Baker asked me to tell you-even though I have been in the position that countless people desire, I still feel happier when I hang out on the streets with my buddies." The burly prince shrugged. "This kid sometimes seems too introverted. , It is obvious that a communication magic stone can solve the problem, so I have to let me pass it on."

Richard smacked his lips. "Bedrick is actually quite awkward."

"Maybe."

"How many high-ranking swordsmen are there in the kingdom right now, the kind that can't be improved anymore." Lord Lord seemed to have made up some determination, and suddenly asked.

He has already given an announcement about the death of Sargerei in the assassination of Belluni, but he has never mentioned it to anyone outside of Alpine Fort that Belluni has successfully advanced to the Juggernaut.

Ever since the handbook fell into the hands of his miser, it has been hidden in the dust of the space ring, and never seen the sun again.

"Say quickly while I haven't regretted it yet."

Prince Schmidt replied without even thinking: "There used to be one, but now there is none."

"No one?" Richard raised his head abruptly and raised his eyebrows, his face full of inconceivability.

The mass base of vindictive spirit is much broader than magic. Pompeii even has five magisters, but he can't find a swordsman at the top.

"Yeah, fighting spirit is easy to learn and hard to master. It is hard to reach a high level. In addition, the Juggernaut has no hope at all." The big man said naturally: "Except for the idiot who is dedicated to breakthroughs like Brother Sargerei~www.readwn.com~Others Even if a swordsman can be promoted to a higher level, he won't continue to spend time and energy to sharpen his vindictiveness."

"Oh!" Lord Lord suddenly.

If you continue to subdivide the high-level into 100 equal parts, the five-point high-level and the ninety-point high-level seem to have a big gap, but the pure fighting spirit is basically half-hearted.

Since there is almost no hope for the advanced swordsman, and the income of continuing to sharpen the grudge is pitiful, of course smart people will not continue to die. Thinking about something else is the best choice.

"Why are you asking this suddenly?" Prince Schmidt asked curiously.

"It's okay..." Richard was expressionless.

It takes at least three to five years to go from a five-point high-level polishing to a level above ninety points, and you can start preparing for the advanced level. What's more, the last step is already extremely difficult, and it is conservatively estimated that at least ninety people will be stuck.

Even if you give them the secret code, you can't quench their near thirst, so just keep it for yourself.

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