"Next you will be my guardian knight."

"Guardian Knight?"

"Have you heard this word?"

"I've seen it in the novel."

"Then you are."

Anyang smiled and signaled Sheriel to open the door.

The morning light outside is just right, with a gentle light golden color, making the world bright and warm to the body.

Sheriel was a little surprised, remembering her psychological thoughts when she just walked into the room, and she was a little embarrassed. But this embarrassment was not shown on her face. She still had a face indifferently, and she was like snow that had not melted under the sunlight.

The two walked out and the door was closed again.

While Anyang was strolling in the manor, Sheriel had already changed into a light steel armor and followed him.

This guardian knight is still very satisfying. He has a very pleasing figure and looks, has a smart mind, and doesn't talk much. Because he is more arrogant, he doesn't have a wide range of interpersonal communication in the territory. Now the average physical fitness of three points is barely enough.

Generally speaking, physical fitness from 1.0 to 2.0 is relatively simple, and the overall combat power is not greatly improved.

However, it is difficult to improve after going up from 2.0, and it looks like it reaches its limit. According to the system algorithm, the increase in power for every decimal point above 2.0 will become larger and larger, and the added power will become more and more terrifying in the later stage.

In this world, those who have reached the preparatory knight have basically exceeded the limits of human body in the real world.

Walking to the stables of the manor, a figure came to the front.

Lydia looked at him with a chill look. Sheriel, wearing light armor, had a very prominent figure. She was carrying a slender cross sword around her waist and kept pace with Anyang, as if she was protecting him, and her long legs were very eye-catching.

"Iron!"

"Cousin Lydia."

Anyang walked over with a smile.

Lydia still had a bad expression, and a burst of anger filled her heart, and her plump breasts under her light armor were fluctuating. Although she didn't know when it started, it was obvious that she was protecting Ain in her heart.

"What's going on?"

"What?"

"When did you get along with Sheriel?"

"Cousin, you misunderstood."

"My eyes tell me that this is the truth. It's morning, and she's always with you. I've only seen this in Mickey and Sherry's sisters! So, has she finally expressed her loyalty to you with her body?"

Sheriel was slightly angry, but forced herself to hold it back.

Although she now feels that it should be fine if she has beaten Lydia, she is the guardian knight of Anyang after all, and Lydia has an identity in the territory in addition to her own strength, so it is not wise for her to rashly conflict with her.

Anyang turned his head and gave her a look of not being able to move: "My cousin Sheriel and I didn't have the relationship you thought."

Lydia sneered twice.

When Shirley heard this, she didn't know what she thought of, but when he saw it, she showed a slightly shy look.

Lydia's sarcasm was even stronger.

Anyang continued to explain helplessly: "Cousin Sheriel said she wanted to support me this morning. I happened to recover from serious injuries, so I asked Cousin Sheriel to accompany me to relax in the manor. I didn't expect to meet my cousin, which is really a coincidence."

Lydia frowned, and she looked a little gentle when she thought of her serious injury and recovered from the first time she was injured, and said, "Uncle is looking for you."

Anyang was surprised: "The Baron is back?"

"You should call him Father!"

"oh."

Anyang nodded: "Is there anything he has to do with me?"

Lydia looked serious: "Maybe, I don't know much. I just saw my uncle wearing armor and was furious before I could even handle the wounds on his body. I looked for you everywhere in the castle. It might be very important."

Anyang's face suddenly sank when he heard this.

He turned around and looked at Sheriel again, and walked forward silently: "I'll go to the castle right away."

Lydia nodded and walked side by side with him.

The sounds of the two of them collided with a clear rhythm.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the castle, the sturdy figure stood in the middle of the road waiting for them. The Baron was indeed injured, and the heavy knight's plate armor was cut into a huge hole. It was obvious that the battle was very fierce. When he saw Anyang coming, he lowered his face.

"Ain, come with me!"

Next is a wide heavy armored back.

Anyang kept silent as usual, turned his head and glanced at Sheriel before following the Baron silently.

Lydia, who was standing beside him, immediately turned her head and looked at Sheriel coldly. From the look she had just seen a feeling that Anyang trusted Sheriel more, and her face became more silent, with a bit of hostility in her eyes.

But Sheriel looked at her abnormally, without fear, and then walked into the castle with his sword.

"hateful!"

Lydia's eyes became even more hostile.

Lydia even held the cross sword around her waist, paused before letting go, and followed her quickly.

The castle was not big, but it was designed to meet the needs of war. About ten minutes later, Lydia stopped Sheriel in front of a corridor leading to the top of the castle and held the hilt of the sword with one hand.

"In front is the place in the castle that is used for meetings, and your identity is not qualified to enter!"

Sheriel also held the hilt of his sword with one hand and faced him to the point of tit. At this time, an amazing sense of familiarity came from the sword.

"Miss Lydia, I come here often!"

As a reserve knight, Lydia obviously felt the changes in her, but she was still disdainful: "I'm curious about what gave you the courage to talk to me like this. Is it Iron? What happened to you?"

Sheriel glanced at her, without saying much, trying to walk past her and continue forward.

Lydia stopped her again: "Now the Baron has something to do, I forbid anyone to disturb you!"

Sheriel insisted: "I'm right at the door!"

"There are guards at the door, you don't need you!"

Sheriel's face was slightly darker: "Young Master Ian needs me!"

Lydia snorted disdainfully and immediately pulled out half of the cross sword: "The Baron will not hurt Iron, and I will protect him even if something happens to Iron. I don't need you. It would be great if you can protect yourself!"

...

The conference room is very spacious and empty, mainly in black tone, which looks solemn and solemn, making people subconsciously solemn.

At this time, two figures stood in front of the long oval stone table. One was a well-proportioned figure and a green face. The other was a middle-aged man wearing broken and blood-stained armor. His already tall figure was even more terrifyingly set off by the thick plate armor.

"Iron."

The Baron was still calm when seriously injured, but his voice was heavy.

"yes."

"I heard you defeated Bishuya and Nirat?"

"Yes."

"Do you have something to tell me?"

An Yang shook his head: "I don't understand."

"Bang!"

The baron slapped the table hard, and the leather gloves inlaid with iron blocks left some potholes in front of the stone table: "Then do you think you defeated Pishua and Nirat? Why do I think you don't have such great skills?"

Anyang said lightly: "I have always been like this."

The Baron's desire to control is so strong that he is a leader even among the remote nobles with perverted power. He is almost at the level that even his own son must be firmly in his hands. How can he not be angry when he hears this?

"But why don't you tell me!"

"You haven't asked me."

The baron immediately opened his eyes wide open, raised his hand and wanted to slap him. The tall figure and bloody military uniform undoubtedly put great pressure on people. In addition, he had always been cruel, and even the maids on both sides began to tremble.

But he paused in the air, his anger continued to grow, but he still couldn't drop the slap.

The cold light in Anyang's eyes disappeared, but he also breathed a sigh of relief, at least not as he was worried.

The Baron said: "How can you defeat them!"

Anyang asked in confusion: "What does it mean."

The Baron's aggravated voice repeated: "How can you defeat them just at this time!"

"Um?"

Instead of answering his doubts, the Baron continued to ask: "Why are you taking a detour on the way back?"

Anyang said the original words again.

The Baron then fell silent, and suddenly seemed very tired, saying, "The Marquis' grandson is dead. The man who judged you when you duel with Bishuya and the others, and the child of your fiancee Confess."
To be continued...