The Contract of the Sekirei

After leaving a cold-blooded, heartless sentence, Kongyue sat down calmly on his desk under the dumbfounded look of the other guys, and started his sleeping career today...

It didn't take long before the class bell rang.Although he changed a group of teachers after he entered high school, he was considered a super celebrity in school. Instead of blaming him, the teacher asked his classmates to learn from Kongyue.

The guys looked at the guy who slept sweetly and didn't know what dreams he was doing, and felt that his soul was a little hurt...

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"By the way, Kongyue, I want to ask you to send her something that an old friend left with me years ago."

"Well, the other party lives on the island of Sardinia in the southern tip of Italy. If you find it too far to be troublesome, I'll go by myself."

Drinking his little wine, it seemed that he suddenly remembered something, and the pheasant Ichiro patted his forehead to the sky.

"Hmph, grandpa is really true, O'Neill has to go to school, so far away you have to go by yourself! Besides, the mail is so convenient now, can you just send it directly?"

Kongyue hadn't spoken yet, and Jinghua sauce on one side was unhappy.O'Neill didn't accompany me during the summer vacation. If I left suddenly now, wouldn't I have to see O'Neill for many days?No, no!

"Well, I don't have any comments anyway. School is boring all day long, except for sleeping or sleeping."

"What the hell is it? Just as Jinghua said, just mail it directly to others?"

Shrugging, Sora Yue answered indifferently.However, he was still a little curious about what the Pheasant Ichiro said.

"Oh, that thing is a bit special, it's better to deliver it in person to rest assured."

"Well, where did I go...oh, I found it, right here!"

Standing up and walking to one side, looking through the boxes and cabinets, Ichiro finally pulled out a slate-like thing from the cabinet by the kitchen side and walked back, and handed it to Sora.

This is a rectangular stone slab about the size of B5, with a very childish picture painted on it. It should be a man with his arms and legs locked. On the edge of the picture are birds, sun, moon and stars with spread wings. picture of.

The whole was worn badly, and there were black marks everywhere that looked like burnt by fire.

"Hello, old man, is this how you keep your friends' things?"

"Huh? There are magical fluctuations, something seems to be sealed in it."

After taking over the dilapidated stone slab, Kongyue gave a speechless expression.However, when his hand touched the stone slab, Kongyue suddenly looked surprised and said silently.

"Can you feel it? Well, it doesn't matter, there should be something sealed inside."

Seeing Kongyue unexpectedly found something sealed inside, a strange color flashed in the eyes of the Pheasant Ichiro, nodded and said.

On one side, Jinghuajiang pouted Zuiba and didn't interrupt. Although she didn't know the magic seal in the mouths of Grandpa and O'Neill, she had seen too many incredible things about her old brother, and she had long been accustomed to the general interest .

"Hehe...it seems quite interesting, or I will split it with a sword and take a look!"

The corner of his mouth pulled up an evil arc, Kongyue murmured as he weighed the stone slab in his hand.

"No!!!"

Kuoichiro was taken aback by Sora Tsuki's words, and quickly said:

"Boy, this is someone's thing, I can't explain it if it breaks. You can see for yourself, go or not."

Kojiro is very clear. Soruki’s sword that cuts everything is like cut mud. If he accidentally cuts this thing open and releases the contents, then their home will have it. Take it!

"Cut, just talk about it, look at your nervous look."

"Go, go, it's boring to be at school anyway, and it seems pretty good to travel to Italy by the way."

Throwing the slate on one of the cabinets, Sora Yue answered while eating the food.

Seeing that Soraze had agreed, the pheasant Ichiro nodded and said nothing, and continued to sit down and drink his own wine.

What Kongyue didn't know at this time was that his fate had already begun from the moment he promised to escort the slate...

15 Knight Girl

The temperament of the residents in the south and north of Italy is completely different.

Of course, this is just the argument of ordinary people, but the north is a rich city, and the south is relatively poor. Therefore, some people say that the people in the south are relatively simple and treat people more enthusiastically.

Milan is a metropolis representing the north, the center of culture, economy, fashion, sports and other divisions, and is widely known to the world.

Anyone who knows Erica Browntree knows that she is the girl who gathers the best of Milan.

The ancestors have been the eldest lady of the famous Milanese Brandry family for generations. She is beautiful and noble. She has been deeply nurtured and baptized since childhood, full of wit and talent.

She is a beautiful* girl who is as gorgeous as a rose flower!

In a magnificent and luxurious house, Erica was sitting opposite a man at this time. Both of them were savouring the coffee delivered by the servants, and their manners were full of nobility and elegance.

"My uncle, have you heard about the Sardinian incident?"

Putting down the cup, Erica opened her lips to the man.The sound is as clear as a spring water, and as beautiful* as the singing of a yellow oriole. In short, it makes people hear it once and never forget it.

"Well, it seems that it really exists. The possibility of the'God of Disobedience' coming is very high. It's just that our lord Sarbat Lei is on the way of an expedition to South America. It will take a while to come back. We should collect some information first. , It’s good to investigate the local situation."

A dignified expression flashed through the expression, and the man Erica called his uncle took a sip of coffee, nodded and turned back.

Paul Browntree, the man’s name, is also Erica’s only flesh relative, and his appearance can be compared to a statue of David.

Obviously he is a person who is about to be in a hurry, but he is still as young and energetic as a young man, with a sculpturally correct face, full of intellectual and temperament.Moreover, this perfect body that has undergone rigorous training is like steel-exactly in line with his title of highest knight.

The strongest knight in Italy is the king of swords-Salbatre Tony.

However, the most senior knight is Paul Browntree!

"Then, please entrust this task to me, my uncle-no, Chief Browntree, the chief of the "Red Bronze and Black Cross", the knight Erica is here to petition!"

Standing up, Erica performed a standard cavalry manner to Paul Browntree, with a hint of expectation and excitement in her tone.

"Erica, you are the treasure of me and the entire "Red Bronze and Black Cross". One day, the genius girl who will stand at the apex of the association. I admit that this is my personal hope, but you should not have experience with the gods yet. Right? Their horror is far from what you can imagine."

Slightly stupefied, but Paul Browntree finally shook his head, the expression that looked at Erica was full of endless love.

Browntree's evaluation of Erica is not exaggerated. He has practiced martial arts since he was a child. He has absorbed and learned all the magic in the genealogy connected with the Templars from ancient Rome to medieval Europe at the age of only fifteen.In Italy, only Liliana Granichal, who is also in Milan, is the only opponent of the same age she agrees with!

"That's right, but because of this, you have to accumulate experience!"

Although her tone was a bit unsound, Erica had a firm look on her face. This was an expression of her absolute confidence in her abilities.

"The previous uncle and Princess Alice who ruled the sage council jointly fought against the black prince Yarek for their achievements. They were awarded the title of'Crimson Demon'. If I want to inherit the title of my uncle, then it is necessary to show me. Extraordinary talent."

Seeing that her uncle still had no intention of agreeing to her, Erica said with a hint of eagerness.

"At that time I was twenty-five years old, ten years older than you are now. Don't worry, you have to learn more. If you want to get close to the gods, it will not be too late even in a few years."