"Your Majesty, the soldiers are doing nothing. Many brothers drink and visit prostitutes, fight and complain about why they don't start the war." The captain who led the troops came again, and he was like this every day, complaining and suffering a lot of grudges.

The king took a sip of tea and raised his orchid finger perfectly. He remained silent about the aggressive questions. High-level people did not have to answer every question from the lower class to maintain a sense of authority. If the captain had already been conscious of it, he would have stepped down, but when the king finished a cup of tea, the veteran was still standing there. He held his helmet in his left hand and slightly lowered his head to avoid looking straight into the king's eyes. The captain would not give the nobles excuses and treat him as a rude madman who was rude.

"Wait a few more days, captain, wait a few more days." The king used a vague word, and his eyes stopped on the captain for a moment, and then glanced at the door. Those who pleaded for the people should have consciously opened the way. This is the king, not a priest who can be chatted about by casually holding on to the countryside.

The captain was quite stubborn and not only did he not leave, but he also raised new questions.

"It has been more than a month, and many brothers have spent all their money, Your Majesty." The captain looked straight at the king boldly, looking at his blond hair and green eyes, graceful and luxurious. The captain paused and continued, "Want to know when will the salary be paid?"

The captain is very brave, but he also has an obvious flaw. When the lower-ranking person challenged the upper nobles, he would always refer to himself in multiple ways. He accidentally exposed his inner timidity, and someone immediately seized it and used it.

"Will you accused the King of Franks of the Soldiers be owed the salary?" The Duke of Anjou took the lead and questioned his blunt words.

"No, your lord, I mean..." The captain stuttered, and the habit he developed since childhood made him dare not and dare to challenge the nobles.

"Tell the soldiers that the salary will be paid in three days." The king spoke. The duke, who was about to perform further, was speechless. The captain seized the opportunity, bowed again, and stepped back out of the camp.

The captain made a mistake, and he should not ask some questions. The duke also made a mistake. He oversaw the captain and ran away. If he scolded the captain, think about how he would tell the soldiers about their king when he went back!

Louis stood up and left his seat, met his subordinates for too long, and the soft cushions added too much burden to his waist. The king turned to his Duke, who was also his brother-in-law, and Louis shook his head.

"Your Majesty, you cannot let these rough embryos be rude." The Duke of Anjo hurriedly expressed his loyalty to his brother-in-law, and received the king's pat on the shoulder and said a few whispers.

The Duke left happily, and he didn't look back. The people in the tent looked so contemptuous. The seventh Duke of Anjou didn't want to get out of the stage. He lived for more than 20 years, and sending his sister to the king's bed was the most successful thing he did. The Anjou family was one of the founding nobles of the Franks, and history could be traced back to the old empire. However, in his generation, the family only had a dilapidated castle and hundreds of acres of wheat fields.

It is not because of his queen sister, the Anjou family's holy gun emblem will disappear in two generations.

The queen is not only good at sex, but also never jealous. She allows the king to make trouble outside. The priest beats her chest and stamps her feet, and regrets the decay of the first family morality. His Majesty is happy. If he gets a wife like this, what else can his husband ask for? Speaking of women, Miss Marceau is still waiting in the king's private tent. When she thinks of her, Louis feels that he has wasted too much time in official business.

"His Majesty?"

Another person who was ignorant of the matter, the king turned his head quietly and saw the questioner, Louis's shoulder collapsed.

"Tell me, my good Baptist." His Majesty tried to make the voice less impatient.

Since he is the Minister of Finance, His Majesty the King has to squeeze out a little bit of time for mating.

"What is the salary for the soldiers?" Baron Baptiste Monier frowned. As the royal minister of the finance department, he hated the king's generosity that came with ease.

"Didn't you issue bonds before? You told me that you had collected enough 400,000 gold francs." The king looked as if he was taken for granted.

"That's for fighting the pagans, your majesty! The investors in the city won't be happy to see you start a war against the Bernards."

"They are my subjects, and you, my dear Jean, are my Chancellor of the Chancellor." The king stared at Jean's eyes until he surrendered, "Go and do it."

Miss Marceau had a soft figure, her breasts and fat buttocks, and her screams were rude. She could always pose that a lady would rather die than do it, so that her Majesty would not want to get off after getting on the bed. Louis hurried out of the tent, and the guards following him blocked the Baron's gaze.

Apart from a sigh, Baron Monier had no good idea.

Original Terra blessed Frank, and he prayed in his heart, and deliberately or unintentionally missed the king.

The demon has sharp horns and a very bull-like face, but some parts have been replaced with blue-purple carapaces, and their legs are anti-joint cow hooves. The strong muscles on the upper body are covered with hard skin, and their hands are replaced by crab-like giant clamps.

"Screw the devil!" Ella shouted as soon as she saw the huge bull head.

The Demon is a frequent visitor of Black Rock City. He gave birth to a mixed-race descendant with the Demon **. He was a reward for the dark elf women by the God of God. Ella's small family could not be ranked, so he could only watch and meet the various hell residents.

This guy looks powerful, but rather than a head-on conflict, he prefers to use magic behind his back to weaken the will of mortals and make them more "follow their hearts".

This explains the chaos in the bar last night. The nun thought, thanking Terra, and protecting her and the Paladin's hearts. Others do not have this layer of protection. Under the storm of the demons, they do what they want. Fighting, sexing...

So you are really a porn maniac who is loyal to the lower body. Ella sneaks into Lyon and looks at him from head to toe. No, she still wants to vomit when she thinks of doing that with a man, and the Turks really ruined her.

Everyone heard Ella's words, the humans drew their swords, the dwarfs shone their axes, and the elves picked up the bow. Tidlit's eyes closed slightly, his mouth opened and closed, and her magic stirred the entire preaching hall.

"Demon?" The demon reiterated Ella's words strangely, and the huge pliers pointed at the nun, "Sister Ella, how dare you slander the monks of the church as dirty things in hell!"

The demon shook his head, and the mud on the ceiling fell down and charmed its wide-open cow's eyes. The demon reached out to wipe it. A shocking roar resounded throughout the hall, and he finally knew what he had become.

"No! nefais pas!" The devil knelt down and covered its cow's head. The terrifying creature seemed to be crying.

No one has mercy on demons, especially high elves.

Erin shot three arrows in one breath, all of which were blocked by the shells and pliers. The demon waved his hand instinctively, revealing the gap. Tanis followed up. The male elves had greater strength and were no less accurate than women, not to mention that he was a half elves and human brute force. There was only one breath between the first two arrows. He did not stop to observe the results of the battle. Tanis shot four arrows in a row, destroying the demon's eye.

"Don't do this, listen to my explanation." The voice of the devil still had the accent of the ascetic monk.

Ha! The devil is full of lies and is born with no shame. Lyon rushed quickly. In hell, he had enough of the insults of such things. He recognized it as soon as he saw the delusion and understood what was going on that night.

The demon half-squatted, and his upper limbs made the move to spread his hands, which exposed its heart. Lyon rushed faster and faster, only a few steps away from the deception. The former ascetic monk finally decided to protect himself, and it used pliers to push Lyon away. The great hero had long expected that the giant pliers were as big as others, and it was easy to judge the trajectory. He could avoid it with a slight jump back.

Now Isabel is in front, and the Paladin holds his sword high and slashes down in the sky, but there is no blue light that Lyon expects on the blade.

Perhaps this ghost place really blocked the Mother of Earth. The sword only left a shallow wound on the demon's right arm. If it hadn't hesitated and did not fight back, the Paladin would have suffered a great loss. The dwarf finally rushed to the devil's axe with his hands and slashed into the abdomen of the demon's shell, breaking a large piece of it, revealing the red meat under it.

"I told you to wait!" The demon of Mito stood up with a bang and hit the ceiling again. The sun immediately poured in along the hole, making it smoke sizzle. The dwarf took the opportunity to chop its cow's hooves, and the devil's dirty blood splattered on his face, and Flint never stopped.

The only remaining human nature disappeared without a trace, giving way to the survival instinct. The demon raised his foot to step on the dwarf to death. Flint was unprepared and the axe stuck into the floor. He rolled and avoided at the last moment when the cow's hooves fell. The demon chased him and stomped around the demon like a barrel full of beer. Lyon slipped behind it and stared at the knee joint without the protection of the carapace. The great hero made the demon kneel on one knee with one sword. He aimed at the back of the demon's head, preparing for a second move. The pair of giant clamps stood in front to defend against Isabel's attack, and the dwarf also got up from the ground to assist the paladin. The existence of the elf archer was enough to prevent the demon from doing anything more than it was, and it was dead.

It was time to add a new title to the Dragon Slaying Hero. Lyon was proud and stabbed the demon's back of the head. He didn't notice the other hands under the armpit of Mishide. These hands were normal, and they were even called tender flesh. They were not used for fighting. The little hands turned strangely, and their fingers were put together, pointing at Lyon.

Oh, my great hero, what is your inner desire? The sound of the demon forced into the brain, and the sword in Lyon's hand immediately weighed a thousand pounds.

Is it red-haired, or the blonde, or the girl with black hair? Lyon swallowed his saliva, and the demon not only spoke, it gave him a vivid naked illusion, Erin, Tidlitt, Isabel, three beauties naked and jade-like. The demon is the master of manipulating people's hearts, and it has not even fallen into the terrifying scar on the Paladin's body.

You want them, right? You want them all. Your arms are getting softer and softer, and the tip of the sword droops to the ground. He shouted rationally, this is fake! It's a damn magic! However, his weak and lustful heart has long been deeply trapped in it and cannot extricate himself.

"Lyon!" Flint called him, but Lyon couldn't hear it. The dwarf slashed at the pliers, and except for the white seals, he was simply doing useless work. Isabel retreated and prayed to God again. The blue fireworks jumped on the sword and went out again.

"Do away, dwarf!" Tidlitt shouted several times before he let Flint, who was stunned by the passion of fighting, retreat.

She opened her arms and said, "Rise..." All the fragments in the sermon hall floated up, the elf closed his hands, "Go!" she shouted loudly. The magic power surged out!

The demon was almost buried alive by the garbage mountain, and his control was interrupted. Lyon, who had regained his freedom, shook a moment, raised his sword to cut off the hand that the demon used to seduce him. The inhuman howling that followed was even more hurtful than the demon itself, and he had to run away quickly because the demon stared at him and wanted to tear Lyon out of his body.

Tidlit emitted another lightning bolt, burning half of its face, and the devil was unmoved and chased Lyon to fight. This time, no matter it is a bow or an axe, it cannot slow down for even a second.

Ella, who had no god's favor, could only watch, which gave her the opportunity to observe calmly, and the dark elf suddenly had an idea.

"Lyon, run out! run out!"

The great hero was stunned and the cow's hooves were immediately stepped on, only a few steps away from him. Lyon ran wildly, and he understood what Ella meant.

"I can't feel the existence of Earth Mother here." Before coming in, the nun mentioned it.

Just here...

Lyon ran and gestured, asking everyone to get into the passage when they came in. Flint ran too slowly, and Lyon easily surpassed him and held him in his arms.

"I will not forget this shame!" The dwarf gritted his teeth and rushed to the crown with anger.

No one had time to pay attention to him. He thought the narrow and low aisle could block the demon, but he didn't expect it to bend down and use all his limbs, like a terrifying big dog chasing his friends relentlessly.
Chapter completed!