"Xilmanya, is it really you? Long time no see." I was shocked when I saw the person coming, but then I laughed happily.
Remember the mission to collect crystal fragments? At that time, the leader of the third squadron of the elf brigade, Hilmanya, was working with us. However, in the collision with the final boss, the reborn monster Selson, Hilmanya lost her lover, so that for a long time Here, this kind-hearted female druid, who felt distressed even when she saw the withered flowers on the roadside, was blinded by hatred. Fortunately, she did not do anything impulsive.
Finally, after killing Selson, or to be precise, it was the first time I tried to kill Selson with the Ring of Peace of Nature but failed, Hilmanya was moved by me and took the trouble to help her get revenge (?) , and pledged allegiance to become my follower. At that time, due to her despair and despair, I could only agree.
That's it in a nutshell.
Hilmanya's eyes also flashed with excitement. She took a few steps forward, took a deep breath, and knelt down on one knee in front of my painful and melancholy eyes.
"Master, it's great that you still remember Xiermanya."
"Um... Hilmanya, didn't you agree to call me His Highness the Prince?"
Seeing Vilas and the others looking at me with strange expressions, I burst into tears.
I mentioned this to them at the beginning, so everyone knew about Hilmanya's existence. They were both women and sympathized with her very much, but they didn't mention the word master.
"Yes, Your Highness."
As expected, Hilmanya changed her story. She still remembered this incident. Probably the "Master" just now was just to announce her current identity to everyone.
"Get up, you don't have to do such a salute in the future." Seeing that Hilmanya still bowed her head respectfully and knelt on the ground, I said quickly.
"As you wish, Your Highness."
Hearing this, Hilmanya stood up and performed a solemn and humble knight's salute of master and slave.
What a headache. It was indeed a wise choice to hand her over to Altolia.
I covered my forehead in distress and glanced at Artoria secretly.
Seeing my doubts, Altria smiled slightly.
"Hilmanya is a very capable assistant. To be honest, I really don't want her to leave, but I think Wu will need her more now."
"Huh?" I followed Artoria's gaze and glanced at the girls behind me.
"I think it is a very wise choice to have an excellent guide and guard among the elves. I'm sorry, Crodia, don't blame me for making my own decisions."
"No, no, it would be great if Lady Hilmanya could help."
Crodia quickly bowed. For the elf queen in front of her, knowing her talent, strength and prestige, Crodia was filled with admiration and fear in her heart. How could she be able to get an apology from Her Majesty the Queen?
After listening to Artoria's words, I thought to myself, yes.
Hilmanya's strength is also not bad. I remember that when we first met, she was already at the mid-level level in the pseudo-realm. Now I see that she has reached the advanced level. Her improvement is not unpleasant. It seems that she has been in the middle level in the past year. Instead of being immersed in sorrow, he turned his inner sorrow into strength and honed his strength.
At the advanced level of the pseudo-realm, although he is not a genius like Carlos Seattle, this power is enough to stand at the top of the strength pyramid of the Dark Continent. With this power to protect Vilas and the others, I can feel more at ease.
And, more importantly, Hilmanya is an elf, and she seems to be a noble (I heard this from the dirty maid who had all-pervasive information). To put it in a tacky way, Hilmanya is the local snake here. With her here , whether it is this strength or this identity, it can avoid or solve many problems that Crodia cannot solve, allowing Vilas and the others to truly enjoy the fun of this trip to the elves.
Look at how Hilmanya looks now. At least from the outside, she has slowly emerged from the grief of losing her lover, and has turned back into the kind-hearted Druid who loves life, but with dark pupils. The office is more mature and stable.
"Indeed, Hilmanya, can I entrust their safety to you?"
After hesitating for a moment, I nodded, nodded to the girls behind me, and asked Hilmanya solemnly.
"I swear on my life and honor, even if I turn into a corpse, I will stand in front of them." Hilmanya said more solemnly and decisively than me.
"This is too exaggerated, haha~"
I smiled bitterly. Since then, Hilmanya's love for other lives has not changed, but she seems to have become contemptuous of her own life, always saying such things that are not exaggerated or joking at all.
As a druid, Hilmanya's pure and fresh nature and kind personality quickly gained recognition from the girls and became familiar with her.
And her future companion Crodia, the two seem to have a good eye for each other. After all, Rogge Archer is a branch mercenary of the Amazon, and he also has a very strong affinity for the forest. This similarity , the two guards soon found a common topic.
"In that case, Crodia, please stay with Sister Willas and protect them during this period."
Lena, who was sitting in front of the dressing table, finally, with Linya's help, combed back the long hair that I had messed up, then turned around and smiled at Crodia.
"This...this..."
Unexpectedly, Lena would suddenly say such puzzling words. Crodia was stunned for a moment and looked at Lena at a loss.
“Sorry, I kept forgetting to tell everyone.
"Lena clasped her hands together at this time and lowered her head towards everyone.
"When I was talking to Grandma Yalandan just now, Grandma Yalandan already said that during this time in the elves, she would arrange a special guard for me."
Hearing Lena say this, everyone looked relieved.
This makes sense. After all, there are many differences between Lena and Artolia. When Artolya comes to the Alliance, there is no need for the Alliance to send guards. Who doesn’t have the foresight to dare to provoke the twin stars of the mainland? , the elf queen with unfathomable strength and two sets of artifact suits?
But Lena is a weak and weak trainee prophet. Of course, the elves will arrange escorts for her, and there is no room for any mistakes. This is a matter of face and the relationship between the two clans. Even if Akara sends the old The drunkard serves as Lena's bodyguard. Yalandlan will also arrange some other people to ensure the things.
"Where's the guard? Why haven't I seen him?" I looked around and shouted dissatisfied.
This doesn't make sense. Could it be that he just ran away and was lazy? Thinking of this, I suddenly became furious. You bastard didn't take Lena's safety seriously. Who is that guard? I want to teach him a lesson! After giving up, let Yalandeland make a substitution.
"Brother, don't worry."
Lena came up, clasped her two little hands together, gently held the back of my hand, brought it to her pretty face and pressed it together intimately. A smooth and cold touch came from the palm of her hand, seeming to remind me to calm down.
"That person may be secretly guarding him and won't show up." Then, Lena said.
"How do you know? Maybe you went fishing." I curled my lips.
"Although I'm not very clear, I can vaguely feel it. Don't underestimate the fortune teller's sixth sense, but...
Brother doesn’t believe my feelings? "Lena raised her head and smiled quietly.
"when……
Of course not, forget it and just treat it like that. "There was absolutely nothing I could do with Lena, so I helplessly calmed down my anger, sighed softly, put my big hand on my baby sister's head and rubbed it gently.
"Don't worry, Fan." At this time, Artoria suddenly said from the side.
"You can rest assured that Grandma Yalandlan will arrange a guard. He will be able to protect Lena."
"Oh, who is it?" Seeing Artoria's confident look, I couldn't help but be surprised.
"Please allow me to keep it a secret here. Fan will know about it soon." At this point, Artoria gave me a small wink.
Ah,..., my king has also learned bad things.
With tears streaming down my face, I made up my mind and ran away from home for half an hour.
"Phew, it's really choking."
Standing outside the door of Huang Duanzi's maid's house, I let out a long breath.
Although being surrounded by so many stunning girls can make people feel envious, that kind of place can sometimes make people feel awkward and uncomfortable, especially when the topic of girls starts to get hotter.
"Men, you really need a little space for men." I lowered my head and rubbed the stubble on my chin, showing an enigmatic and melancholy expression.
"Oh, really" the person next to him responded coldly.
"That's right, that's right. It's just like saying, [Brother, how is your family? I heard that a few days ago in the women's street, you were led back like a cow by your ears], [Huh, nonsense. , As long as I show a little anger, she immediately becomes obedient], [Good job, actually I am the same, although last time I drank a few too many drinks and was punished by her mother to kneel on the washboard outside the door for three times. When I was young, she immediately became afraid of me as soon as she showed off her manliness that she would never show off easily. Hum], [Well done to you too, for your manliness, cheers], [Cheers, but finish this glass. I have to go back, otherwise I have to kneel on the washboard again], [Me too, if I don’t go back, the guy will kill me again and carry me back by my ears].
How about this, this kind of conversation is enough for men, and it is a space for pure men. "I responded proudly to the cold voice that sounded next to me just now.
"It's not so much a space for men, it's more a bragging between two cowards." As a result, he was complained coldly.
"Nonsense, it's just because you love too deeply...
Huh? "
Only then did I realize, when did the moaning next to me happen? Is it a human or a ghost? !
His hair suddenly stood up, and he instinctively took a few steps back to take a stance.
Who, who on earth could quietly approach me without me noticing it, in my mind, the only one who could do this was an old drunkard.
If the other party was an enemy, I would have been doomed just now. Thinking this in my mind, cold sweat broke out.
"I haven't seen you for three years, and you're still the same. You're not wary at all."
The person stood up straight from his leaning position against the wall and turned towards me.
The tight-fitting black lining brings out the strong but slender perfect figure. The red cloak is worn on the outside, which is simple and cold. Her short white hair stands straight back, her eyes are sharp and cold, and the corners of her mouth are pursed indifferently. , always seems to have a sarcastic and arrogant smile. The most important thing is that straight figure, whether leaning on his back or standing, is as straight as a sharp sword. Combined with the cold and powerful momentum, it is as if It is a peerless cold sword that drinks the blood of the strongest in the world.
Oh oh oh, this look, this outfit, this momentum, isn't it the long-lost Lord Red B?
I opened my mouth and was about to say hello, but the words were stuck in my throat.
Um...I forgot his name. If I just call him Red B, he won't be killed.
Three years ago, when I was still in the pseudo-realm, I felt his powerful aura and thought he was a master of the realm. Now, I have the vision of a master of the realm, but I still vaguely sensed an unrivaled power from him. The momentum made me feel like I had finally climbed a high mountain, only to find that the real master was still standing high in front of me.
This guy is truly a powerful person in the realm of world power. He cannot be offended, dear.
"It seems that you can't remember my name anymore. Anyway, this kind of thing doesn't matter. I won't feel happy if a brat is thinking about me." Red B seemed to see my embarrassment and was very open-minded... It's better to He said he didn't take me seriously at all, just like he wouldn't care if a kitten or puppy still remembers him.
Then, he straightened his body and faced me straight. Just this movement made me feel as if I was locked by a fully stretched bow, and I felt like I might be pierced by an arrow at any time, and I subconsciously touched my throat. , swallowed hard.
"You just need to remember the agreement between us." He said to me.
"Promise? Let that old drunkard return to his previous promise?" In order to drive away the sharp aura emanating from Red B's body and its impact on myself, I had to respond loudly.
"That's right."
"No, no, that guy is completely hopeless."
Although I am jealous of B's remuneration, I am more confident in the bad character of the old drunkard. It is no longer possible to support the wall with mud, even if super adhesive is added to this pile of mud.
