As soon as he finished speaking, it became quiet immediately, which even surprised Ruibo. He could hardly imagine how the Count from the capital could suddenly pause at this moment.

From the door, there was a rustling sound of Xixi wearing clothes. From the noisy sound, Ruibo could clearly know how panicked the people inside were.

After a while, the door of the small living room was opened, and the Earl from the capital was already greeted with neat clothes. From a distance, Ruibo could smell the strong perfume on the Earl. However, these concealments were obviously useless to Ruibo. His nose, which was good at distinguishing poison from other more deadly magic potions, clearly smelled another scent from the rich perfume smell.

"Oh--Dear Envoy, what wind blows you to me today is really my greatest honor." The count obviously had no intention of greeting Ribo into the small living room, and he even walked out and closed the door with his backhand.

"I am bluntly speaking, I have one thing that I hope you can help you, sir." Ruibo said bluntly.

This was obviously beyond the expectations of Earl Kemilan. His face showed a look of surprise, and for a moment his mind was filled with all kinds of messy guesses and doubts.

In fact, since the hearing for him that escaped death, he has been paying attention to Prince Henride and everyone around him. This is not only his interest in His Highness, but also his secret instructions and orders from Grand Duke Kane to him.

The most conspicuous person next to His Royal Highness the Prince was undoubtedly the envoy from the Kingdom of Francis in front of him.

According to custom, foreign envoys who come to Deli will not receive special courtesy, and this is the most eye-catching thing. Prince Henride can even describe the young envoy in front of him as respectful. In the eyes of everyone, even Master Og, who was trusted and respected by two generations of royal members, has never had such respect, which is indeed extremely puzzling.

However, when everyone asked the guards a little after the hearing, they immediately had an answer that was enough to shock them.

This envoy from the Kingdom of Francis was actually a magician who held mysterious powers, and many members of the guard even regarded him as a non-human existence similar to the devil.

Immediately afterwards, from the peace agreement brought back by His Highness the Prince and the official statements about the young envoy, everyone saw something that made it difficult for them to write to no matter what.

Among the series of titles listed in that official statement, one seemed inconspicuous, but it was astonishing as a thunder.

The teacher may be difficult for ordinary people to see any information from this title, but for these noble lords, this is a title that they absolutely cannot ignore.

In their very familiar long history of hostile neighbors, three figures with such titles appeared, two of whom were undoubtedly the most terrifying nightmare for the Delizhi, and the other one was even more like a god.

Almost everyone was guessing what kind of abilities this young man had, but no one planned to try it himself. After all, the magic world was not something that ordinary people could reach. In that world, the status and power they had were of no use at all.

The Count Kemilan wrote a letter and asked the messenger of the church that day, and passed it on to Grand Duke Kane, who was thousands of miles away, using that magical and special method.

The next day, Grand Duke Kane's reply had already reached his hands. Grand Duke Kane's orders were almost exactly the same as he imagined, which was to find out the background of this young envoy from a foreign country as much as possible, and try every means to close the relationship with His Highness Henride.

Perhaps His Highness the Prince will become a powerful pawn that restricts Grand Duke Basemmon, and for the extremely majestic Earl Cormilan who has seen the prince with his own eyes, he also intends to leave another way out for himself.

Because of this, he was not angry at the sudden disturbance of the young envoy, but was extremely happy because it was obviously a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

I patiently listened to the mysterious young envoy's future intentions and told me. If it were in the past, the Count would have been furious, because it was really abominable to disturb his entertainment just for such a trivial matter.

However, facing this young man with a background instructor, Earl Kemilan's mind worked hard to run, and he had tried his best to collect information and information about the young man.

Whether it is the cook and servant in the Grand Duke of Foss, or the officials and servants in the city hall, the descriptions of the boy are obviously similar. These descriptions definitely do not mention that the boy likes to meddle in other people's business, nor do they mention that he has a kind and enthusiastic personality. Obviously, all this is far from the image of the boy he has pieced together from the rumors.

On the contrary, the gloomy and capable mature wisdom that did not match the age often appeared in those descriptions. Earl Milan immediately thought about whether the request of the young envoy, which surprised and confused him, contained other intentions.

Suddenly, a light of inspiration flashed through his mind. Since the man named Hanna was a poet, it was most likely related to the upcoming Zhufeng Festival.

The gossip of the servants revealed that it seemed that a good show was staged on the Zhufeng Festival. It seemed that a group of young artists were planning to challenge their predecessors. The same challenge seemed to have happened not long ago during the Spring Festival.

This incident became a joke at a dinner a few days ago! What he still remembered was that everyone used a mocking tone to satirize the old guys who had failed miserably, and the reason was not because the works of those old guys were indeed unpredictable, but because their supporter behind the scenes was Grand Duke Bashenm.

Suddenly, another ray of inspiration slid through the mind of the Earl from the capital.

He suddenly realized that what was happening at this moment was very similar to the turmoil that happened in Trost.

All of this was caused by a seemingly unrelated accident and quickly became a topic of attention. These topics were all aimed at small characters, but behind these small characters there was undoubtedly a very obvious big man.

The previous time was the unlucky Grand Duke Sham, but this time it was replaced by Bashimeng.

Thinking of this, Earl Milan's heart suddenly pounded, and a scene flashed in front of him that he would never forget for life - the majestic prince who slowly walked past him with murderous aura.

It seemed as if a thin rope connected all the pearls together, but Earl Milan felt his chest pressing tightly in that moment.

All of this may be directed by His Highness the Prince. If things really were like that, this young prince would undoubtedly be a more difficult character than the Grand Duke of Bashimeng back then.

After thinking about it, Earl Milan felt more and more certain, because the one who gained the most in the incident of Grand Duke Shamu was undoubtedly His Highness.

He almost overnight went from obscurity to a powerful challenger in the battle for the throne, while the Southern lords who had never known him had no doubt revealed unparalleled loyalty and enthusiasm.

Thinking about it now, this is not the indescribable good luck he imagined at the beginning, but a miracle created with precise and prudent strategies.

He glanced at the mysterious young envoy again, and suddenly the Earl of Kemilan suddenly realized.

Although the series of guesses are logical, they do not seem to be a means that a person will use.

So gloomy and forbearing, that sinister and cruelty, this is a vicious and terrible method like a hidden dagger, and the Delizhi people are more willing to use swords than this secret weapon.

And there was a man next to the prince who had all the characteristics that matched it. That was the young envoy in front of him. His gloomy and ruthlessness were already known in Monach. The most common descriptions he heard were poisonous snakes and demons.

Almost in a moment, the Count realized what kind of person he was facing. He was almost certain that from this evening, the seemingly harmless young man in front of him would replace the majestic prince and become his most feared and feared nightmare.

"Yes, yes, yes, this is simply a trivial matter, I will go there immediately." Earl Kemilan said repeatedly.

After thinking for a while, the Count said as if he had thought of something: "A small thing like this actually doesn't need such a trouble. Let's go downstairs and say hello to a little bit of attention to this case. I believe that the officials who handled this case should understand how to do it." Earl Kemilan said with a smile.

Ruibo did not miss a word. He clearly heard the Count mention "we". Obviously, this guy is also cunning and does not want to take responsibility for this matter at all.

Ruibo even suspected that when this guy brought this case to the officials who handled the case, he would always claim that it was His Highness the prince's intention. If this is the case, it would be contrary to his wishes.

"Sir, you should understand the difficulties of Prince Henride and I. It is not convenient for me to interfere in the disputes between you and your country. Your Highness must maintain an impartial attitude at least before the festival." As he said that, he pondered for a while as if he was thinking. After a while, he slowly continued: "Maybe I should not disturb you. I feel extremely sorry for this matter. Please continue your interrupted party. I ask Grand Duke Paine to help deal with this matter. His passion for art is well known."

"No, no, no, why bother with the Grand Duke like this? At this moment, he must be busy arranging the "gathering" of the artists." Earl of Keram immediately said. In the moment just now, he had figured out a very important thing, that is, the dispute between Grand Duke Kane and His Highness of the Prince had no connection with him. Instead, his refusal to help this time might bring him a life-threatening disaster.

If everything was arranged and deployed by this young man in front of him and His Highness Henride, then this terrifying and terrifying genius boy would not have allowed any insider who was not their same front to live in the world and would have a huge threat to them.

As long as he thought of the miserable scene of Grand Duke Shamu bit his tongue and committed suicide at that hearing, as long as he thought of the officers of the Southern Legion chasing the military pay like wolves and tigers, as long as he thought of everyone related to Grand Duke Shamu, as he could not escape the tragic situation of separation and separation, the count from the capital felt a chill rising from the soles of his feet.

In order to show his loyalty and admiration for His Highness the Prince, the Earl took Ribo's arm and walked downstairs without waiting for Ribo to answer.

He grabbed it so tightly, as if he was afraid that he would fall into the bottomless abyss of hell if he relaxed a little.

"Dear Count Medin, I believe you don't know at all. My enthusiasm for art is even far above Grand Duke Paine. When I was young, I went to your motherland several times. It was there that I really appreciate what art is." As I walked, the Count talked endlessly about his passion for art, and tried his best to narrow his relationship with Ruibo.

For this Count who changes his skin color at any time like a chameleon, Ribo naturally would not take anything he said seriously. He knew very well that such a person was. As long as he needed, he could even speak a history of living together in the barbarian tribe and barbarians.

In the lounge outside the Inspector General's office downstairs, Ruibo sat leisurely on a bench.

The furnishings here are obviously not used to entertain VIPs. The bench made of long hardwood strips is really not very comfortable. The people who used to sit here originally came to ask the seemingly majestic inspector general for some reason, so there was no need to entertain him more.

In fact, there were few VIPs in the Inspector General's office. A truly transcendent figure could handle everything as long as the butler or personal guard held a business card. The Earl came here in person, which was obviously a bit of a big deal.

Just as Ruibo was quietly waiting for the perfect result, suddenly a noisy and chaotic sound came from outside the door.

After Kelle's rigorous training, Ribo is no longer the kind of person who is curious about everything. He has never forgotten what Kelle once said. Noisy and noisy places are the most perfect hunting ground for killers. Ribo will not forget that many of the methods that Kelle taught him to set up killing games are to first use eye-catching things to attract everyone to watch. Once the target who needs to be assassinated gets into the trap because of curiosity, it is the moment of his death.

However, the noisy and noisy sound was faintly mixed with the name "Hanna", which attracted his attention.

He carefully pushed open the door and Ruibo looked outside.

He saw a person he had seen at a glance, the man was the Hermit he had visited.

Although this talented but frustrated Mr. Gord was a bit arrogant at the beginning, he made him come up with that wonderful idea and thus consolidated his position in the minds of His Highness Henride.

And it was not the gentleman of the hermit who was making the fierce quarrel, but the lady beside him.

Ruibo is also not unfamiliar with this lady. In fact, he even clearly remembers every part of the beautiful lady's beautiful body.

"Miss Ally Junsi, I am very sorry that I cannot satisfy your request. Mr. Hanna's case is conclusive and there is no way to exempt it." A middle-aged official dressed in a neat and handsome face said calmly. From his arrogant face, Rebow clearly saw that he did not take the countess seriously at all.

This made Ruibo feel quite strange. He really could not imagine that the authority of the nobles in the Delizhi Kingdom was so small. Could it be that the officials in Delizhi did things according to the rules and did not even sell the count's face at all?

The arrogance of the middle-aged official clearly proved why the beautiful countess was full of anger.

"Nara, I'm very sorry for making you embarrassed." The talented lover next to him sighed heavily.

"Oh-Gorde, I should be sorry for me. I didn't expect that my majesty had been lost. Even such a small person could face me with ambition." The countess said angrily, and she turned around and walked towards the end of the corridor.

Only then did Ribo realize that the countess was walking straight towards him, and it turned out that he had walked out of the lounge without realizing it.

Just as he was hesitating whether to take this opportunity to get to know Gore again, I believe that this time the Poet would not be as arrogant and cold as the last time.

Just as Ribo was in deep thought, a strong wind suddenly swept towards him, almost subconsciously Ruibo dodged back. Although he avoided a strong slap in time, he still did not avoid the slender and sharp nails, and three blood marks immediately appeared on his face.

"Little gangster, get out of here." The countess was furious and obviously regarded Ruibo, who was blocking her way, as the target of venting.

Perhaps the scolding did not calm her anger at all, or perhaps it was Ruibo's dodge and indifference that made her even more angry. She immediately swung the umbrella in her hand that was originally used to block the sun and swung towards Ruibo.

What Rebo remembers most about this beautiful countess is not her beautiful and plump body, but her whip-waving look. The boy who was beaten to cry loudly, remains in his memory.

However, Ribo did not want to taste the taste of being beaten by himself. He took a step back slightly, leaning his left hand to block one side of his body, and his right hand firmly clenched into a fist.

The parasol hit his left arm and bounced away. Just as the countess was angry because the little gangster in front of her dared to resist, something even more difficult for her to believe happened. A dull pain in her abdomen made her eyes dark. Then she felt that her other arm was suddenly tampered, and her powerful feet even stepped on her knees and forced her to kneel down.

Rebow was quite happy that he could subdue this "wild horse" so easily. This was not the skill trained by Kelle, the king of killers, but the strange martial arts from the East taught him as a reward by Mr. Hyde.

The lover was suddenly attacked and was instantly subdued by the fierce boy. Gore rushed over without hesitation. He clenched his hands and swung his arms and smashed them down.

The success just now made Ruibo eager to try other techniques, and Gore's impulse was obviously exactly what he wanted.

His response was a foolish move to everyone watching, and he suddenly turned his back towards his heavily falling arms.

Just as everyone was puzzled, Rebow suddenly bent down and he took advantage of the situation to save Gore's falling arm.

Before everyone could come back to the scene, even Gore himself did not react. His body flew out like an arrow shot out of a crossbow arrow.

Gore even felt that he was about to hit the ceiling, fear and fear made him close his eyes.

With a loud bang, he fell heavily to the ground. The fall was so heavy that he could not get up at all. The severe pain from the tailbone even made him wonder if it had been broken, but what he endured even more was his drowsy brain.

And the bystanders were already shocked at this time. They watched an adult thrown out easily by a child. The throwing power was so great that the adult flew out at least five or six meters away.

This is almost unimaginable unless the child possesses the blood of the gods like the heroes in ancient myths.
To be continued...