Chapter 128 Want to have a duel? Lose to the one wearing a small skirt!
Hardy smiled and stopped talking.
Perlan was a little unwilling to give up and asked: "How true is this news?"
"Eight points."
That is already very high.
Marquis Perrin's face changed greatly: "No, I can't waste time and opportunities like this anymore. Udal, go to Nightingale Street and buy a batch of medicine for me. I want to have a lot of fun before the Temple of Light closes that sacred place. "
A short servant rushed out first, and then Perrin saluted to Hadi, turned around and left.
Hardy shook his head helplessly and could only wish the other party a happy play.
For the next two days, Hardy stayed in the hotel, learning magic.
He held a blue battle flag in one hand and a book in the other.
The divine power of light coming from the blue battle flag was not only nourishing his soul, but also nourishing his body.
In the past two days, the goddess of light has not appeared, even holding the blue battle flag.
It was late at night when an unexpected person came.
The invisible Lady Anna.
“I miss you so much, I miss you so much!”
Apart from these words, Mrs. Anna could not say anything else.
After using the invisibility technique to appear in the room, it was a physical contest between the two.
At the same time, it is also another Lady Anna’s ‘Good Friday’.
Not only did she have to endure the strange feeling in her body, she had to go to another room to sleep.
At the same time, I have to endure the guilt towards my husband and the torture of my morality.
Because many times, human will cannot resist the body's instinct.
She gradually felt very comfortable, and she had the idea of enjoying it for the rest of the night.
It was already getting bright. She changed out of her almost soaked clothes and looked at the rising sun outside, her expression mixed with joy and sorrow, very contradictory.
On the one hand, she felt refreshed, comfortable and happy; on the other hand, her own moral outlook was severely undermined.
She just stood up and wanted to take a bath while her husband didn't get up, but she saw another version of herself appearing in the room.
Mrs. Anna looked at her other self, who had a bright red face and a little 'strawberry' on his neck. He couldn't help but cursed angrily: "If you do this, how will I face Victor in the future? I don't want to be a bad woman!"< br>
“You are not bad Woman, who is that?" Mrs. Anna, who knew the invisibility technique, snorted: "After you abandoned Old Hardy and married to wealth and power, you are no different from Bi Chi in my eyes!"
Mrs. Anna’s face turned pale!
Mrs. Anna, who can become invisible, further poked people's hearts: "You can't face Victor, but are you qualified to face the old Hardy and the current little Hardy? Hypocrisy!"
After she finished cursing, she turned into a ray of light dust and disappeared into Mrs. Anna's body.
Mrs. Anna, on the other hand, held her face in her hands, tears streaming from her fingers.
Of course Hardy didn't know such a sharp conflict between the two Mrs. Anna, and he felt refreshed at this time.
Mrs. Anna is indeed a professional, she can fight with him frequently, and she is much stronger than the head maid Lillian.
He took a shower, put on his bathrobe, lay on the guardrail of the balcony, and watched the people coming and going below.
Then he saw Marquis Perrin walking out of the carriage.
To be precise, he was helped out and then helped into the hotel.
Hardy's eyesight is very good, and he can clearly see that Marquis Perrin's legs are unsteady and swaying slightly.
The expression on his face was that he was about to be sucked dry.
Hardy shook his head.
At noon, Hardy received news from Jeanne's family, asking him to gather at the manor.
Hardy rushed over with a dozen scouts.
Asking the scouts to wait outside, he entered the manor himself.
It was noon at this time, the sun was just right, and the main hall was also very bright. Madame Sissi was wearing a light yellow dress, her hair was styled like a lady's, and her earrings and gemstone necklace shone like stars under the light source.
She sat at the head of the long dining table. At this time, the other lords had not arrived yet. She stayed here alone, looking both beautiful and lonely.
It wasn't until Hardy came up to her that she heard the sound, and her eyes, which were a little numb, became alert.
“You came quite early.”
“I was afraid that the other lords would make things difficult for you, so I rushed here directly.” Hardy replied.
Mrs. Sissi smiled: "Thank you for your concern. By the way, I heard that you tricked Marquis Perrin!"
"Why did I trick him?" Hardy thought. baffling.
"I heard that he fainted in the Temple of Light and was illuminated by powerful resuscitation skills four times before he woke up."
Hardy suddenly realized: "No wonder he looked like he was about to die when he returned to the hotel. It’s so outrageous to play so fiercely.”
“The Marquis of Perrin is. The people from the Lion Faction want to support the Northern Faction." Mrs. Sissi smiled slyly: "Today is the royal family's political day. If he can't be there, we will support the Southern Faction and we will lose another opponent."
While she was talking, the lord came in from outside, and then people came one after another.
During this period, as the new owner of the Jeanne family, she naturally had to greet other people, so she stopped chatting with Hadi.
After everyone arrived, Mrs. Sissi said: "Now let me confirm again, all of us agree to support the southern faction, right."
The lords did not speak, and the acquiescence was considered to be agreement.
"Now let's make a statistics. How many troops are you willing to send? If you don't send troops, how much money are you willing to contribute?" Mrs. Sissi smiled and said: "In the future, when allocating battle merits and spoils, it can be used as a reference A reference. ”
Many people posted their own 'replies'.
It fully demonstrates the basic rule that if you have money, give money, and if you don’t have money, give people.
But when the atmosphere was heated, someone suddenly asked: "Mrs. Sissi, I want to know, Mr. Hardy, will you send troops or money? He is obviously sitting next to you, sitting in the front row, but he has never said a word. ”
Just as Hardy was about to speak, Mrs. Sissi stretched out her right hand and stopped Hardy.
She looked at the middle-aged lord who spoke out and said: "It has only been half a year since Hadi got Hukaro City, and he is not yet on the right track. He does not need anyone to pay, but he still stands Here, being willing to accompany us to fight in the Aijaka Empire is a kind of loyalty and courage in itself. Dare to express it.”
“Mrs. Sissi, how many soldiers and logistics funds do you think Mr. Hardy can convert?”
There is a trap in this sentence, which means to give Hardy a Being 'objectified' is a hidden humiliation for the nobles.
But in fact it still depends on whether the person mind this statement.
Like Hardy, he doesn’t care at all.
Mrs. Sissi turned to look at Hardy and saw that he was not afraid. She felt a little relieved and then said: "Do you think the command ability and tactical diversity brought by a nightmare knight can be used?" Is it measured by money?”
“I just don’t accept it. Why can this kid get the same treatment as us without paying anything?”
Mrs. Sissi pinched the beautiful girl. Thin eyebrows.
Has this person become so jealous that he has lost all basic judgment skills?
The Jeanne family does not need such pig teammates.
In the future, he must be kicked out of the Jeanna family's circle of influence.
At this time Hardy smiled: "If you don't accept it, let's fight. A white-glove duel, no matter life or death. Isn't this the tradition of our French macho men? Come or not, this lord, who loses? Who wears black stockings and a small skirt and walks around the street?"
A group of people laughed, and the madman wanted to duel with the Nightmare Knight.
Or the four-meter-tall Nightmare Knight.
I’m afraid the shit will come out after being beaten.
This kid looked pale and weak. He didn't expect to be so aggressive.
Don’t mess with him casually in the future.
And the lord's face turned green.
He is not a traditional aristocrat and does not like to wear stockings and skirts.
(End of this chapter)