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After finding that the system's prompt was stuck, William couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

so close! If I hadn't reacted quickly, I would have been backstabbed by this old thing.

The queen on the side cast a puzzled look, and even tugged at William's shirt covertly, obviously asking him why he refused to bring the marquis to the door.

The middle-aged man who was rudely rejected looked over in annoyance. After looking at William's attire and finding that it was just an ordinary guard uniform, the pair of mung bean eyes almost fell out.

He scolded with a sullen face: "Guard! Pay attention to your identity, even if you can climb into the queen's bed, you are not qualified to speak here!"

William glanced at the clothes on his body silently, and felt that his uniform should be changed, otherwise it would easily trigger the traditional routine of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

Avril's pretty face blushed slightly and did not speak, but Jessica sneered and retorted:

"What happened to the guards? At least the queen is still alive, and he has done what he should do. But as a duke, you can't even keep your own duchy, so why do you speak?"

William gave her a shocked look.

Although you are speaking for me, it seems that you have not protected your own territory. If you hurt the enemy one thousand, you will lose nine hundred and ninety-nine. When you expose his shortcomings, you will not feel pain...

But obviously, Kane is more painful.

His weakness was repeatedly stabbed, and he scolded angrily: "Stupid woman! What do you know? As long as the blood descendants are not dead, the pattern of the seven principalities will never change!"

"Farrell has only risen for a few hundred years, and you don't understand! To tell you the truth, the money for buying the territory this time was paid by the Fortune Church, and it was also sold by your Farrell family. Your brother is much smarter than you. It's gone!"

After successfully poking at Jessica's pain point, the middle-aged man gave William a provocative look.

"And you, just a small bodyguard, what if you have some talent as a professional? No matter how strong you are, you are still human.

Even if you can beat thousands of troops, and there are the church and the Holy See above, you must recognize your status, you are just an ant living in a nest, and you have no idea how terrifying a wide river is..."

"..."

William looked at the high-profile middle-aged man speechlessly.

Is your style of looking at the frog in the well okay? When I was dancing on the tomb of the Snow Goddess, you were still eating in Nima's arms...

Oh no, you were all killed by Leonard at that time. If that's the case, just follow the old rules - it's okay, it's been okay for many years.

William watched Kane's performance calmly, and even wanted to applaud him, the kind that trumpeted his face.

But these are all trivial matters. The only thing William is worried about now is, why did Leonard sell the marquis? And it happened to sell the three seats that were his mission goals? Is this...is it really a coincidence?

...

"I want to sell it, so I will sell it~"

Leonard squeezed the chess piece in his hand, put it down carefully, and then pulled it back suddenly.

"Wait, I'll take another step."

The woman opposite him frowned, and her white palm slapped the table heavily, causing the pieces on the chessboard to sway.

"Don't make trouble, the three marquis have been painstakingly managed by the queen for seven or eight years, and they are already the three most fertile territories in the hands of the royal family. Regardless of population, taxation or output, they are among the top among most marquis. , why would you sell it to that idiot Kane?"

Leonard waved his hand indifferently, staring at the chessboard in front of him, and said impatiently:

"It's very troublesome to explain. Besides, you're not a human being, so what do you think about doing these messy things? Hurry up and think about how to break through the sixth-order. What can't you do when you are sixth-order?"

The witch mistress slapped the table angrily, causing the pieces on the chessboard to jump up.

However, the strange thing is that no matter how high the chess pieces jumped, they still fell steadily back into the original grid, as if they were bound by invisible threads in the frame, and they could not escape their fate no matter what.

"Leonard, that's not what you said when you climbed the old lady's bed!"

The witch mistress's eyebrows stood upright, and a pair of large **** heaved up and down angrily.

"You said that although you won't marry me, you can make me the actual mistress, and when you die, the territory will be mine! But now I'm just asking, and you're acting impatiently with me? "

Leonard rubbed his cheeks and muttered unhappily, "Women are really troublesome..."

"What did you say?"

"No no no~"

Leonard took advantage of the witch mistress' distraction and stole a chess piece.

"I'm not concentrating on playing chess and don't think too much about it. Besides, I climbed into your bed and didn't do anything. I played chess all day and night, and ended up taking off a pair of your socks. Don't make me occupy you. It's so cheap..."

"Stinky man! Do you say it or not? If you don't say it, I will punish you!"

When the witch mistress started to tug at his neckline with a wink, Leonard finally gave up studying the chessboard, pushed her hand away and explained helplessly:

"Didn't you say it all? It's a territory that the queen has painstakingly managed. That woman is different from most nobles."

Leonard adjusted his neckline and quietly threw the stolen chess piece in.

"Those old nobles are easy to deal with, provoke the new nobles who haven't rotted to the root, and then raise the price to buy empty food, so that most ordinary people can't live, it's too easy to overthrow them after that."

"That woman is more troublesome. Although she is not ruthless enough, she will try to save everyone who can be solved by killing a group of people. But she is smart enough and willing to spend money."

Leonard raised his short legs, and said leisurely:

"In order not to shed blood, she can force the king to sell the palace short to stabilize the situation. Those new nobles and commoners will remember her well. Believe it or not, as long as I move a little, someone will immediately inform her. ."

The witch mistress nodded thoughtfully, then frowned again.

"No, you perfunctory me!"

She stood up again and grabbed Leonard.

"If others can't do it, you can't do it? Your wrist is ten times stronger than that woman! I don't believe you can't hold down those people."

Leonard shook his head helplessly and said, "How can it be so exaggerated, my wrist is only twice as strong as hers, not ten times as strong."

"Although I can indeed settle those three territories, the question is why do I spend so much effort? Those few marquis territories are indeed rich, but their potential has been dug up. Although Flange is not too big, there are many good places. Yes, can't I find something else to do?"

When he said this, he suddenly frowned, picked up a chess piece and tapped the chessboard lightly.

"Moreover, I always feel that something is wrong. There is a big problem with the direction of fate. The future of the three marquis suddenly becomes a little blurry."

Under the nervous eyes of the witch mistress, he continued to tell:

"When I took the initiative to investigate my fate half a year ago, I found that as long as I moved fast enough, no one could stop me, so I controlled the Farrell family and directly seized two principalities."

Leonard's voice became more serious, and even took on a certain ethereal and illusory aura.

"However, after the pseudo-god-level powerhouse appeared in the capital, the direction of fate began to change."

The witch mistress was fascinated, but did not notice that there was another piece missing from her chessboard.

"The vast river has a tributary, as if a stone pillar that should have collapsed in this tower that is about to collapse has been preserved. Now there are three fingers and a huge slap hanging over my head, no matter my movements. No matter how fast, it's impossible to tear down this tower."

"..."

The witch mistress was dumbfounded, what are you talking about? Although I can no longer be considered a human after becoming a witch, can I trouble you to speak human words...

She sat back unhappy. "Leonard... Your tone of voice is more and more like that old man from the Fortune Church."

"Huh? Is it?"

Leonard scratched his head shyly and showed a gentle smile.

"After all, he's a teacher I recognize. That's how Fate Sequence and Prophecy Profession speak. By the way, I'm a Tier 6 professional in my twenties. Don't you feel ashamed when you're almost 200 years old and a Tier 5 professional? ?"

"Pooh!"

The witch mistress spat at him fiercely, and said with contempt:

"You can also be considered a sixth-order professional? Even a wolf dog can drive you to run, and your physique is still weak, only a few each time..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Leonard coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment, then shook his head helplessly.

"I can't help it, who makes the veil of fate so charming, this little goblin is almost draining me."

He raised his fingers and counted seriously: "In order to be able to explore fate at the lowest price, I gave up my strength, got rid of the physique of a professional, and took away my sense of taste, pain, and smell, and even my lifespan was shortened. Only five years left to consume..."

Leonard tilted his head and thought for a while, then added with a smile: "To be precise, there should be four years and three hundred and sixty-one days left. This little **** of fate is arrogant. Touching her once is really expensive. Phil.

And the asking price is also very black. When I took away my physique, I didn't keep the X ability that a professional should have. It really made me a lot less fun. If I had known earlier, I would rather live a few years less. Don't be physically fit. "

"what?"

The witch mistress trembled, her eyes almost popping out of her sockets.

She stood up abruptly and turned over the chessboard at once, and dozens of chess pieces were scattered all over the floor.

"Are you crazy? A sixth-order professional can live more than two hundred years without a secret injury! You only have five years left?"

"Oh... women are really troublesome..."

Leonard murmured and turned his thumb and forefinger, as if he was **** a huge invisible machine.

The chessboard on the ground bounced twice and stopped moving, and the scattered and bouncing pieces bounced back to the chessboard in a strange arc, and the positions were exactly the same as the previous game.

After returning the chessboard to the table, Leonard turned his head and vomited a mouthful of blood, then looked at the stunned Mistress, and said extremely dissatisfiedly:

"If you are excited, you will be excited. What are you doing with my chessboard? I have to live another day less."

So your life is wasted like this?

The witch mistress almost bit her tongue to pieces~www.wuxiaspot.com~ wished she could send a fireball and send everyone and chess away, but she finally endured it, panting and shouting angrily:

"There are only five years left! After five years, you are dead, what will we do with the dark creatures? Now most of us are exposed to the eyes of the three major churches. If the Farrell family falls, we people still have something to do. live?"

Leonard looked at the chessboard in front of him without looking up, and answered noncommittally:

"What's the hurry, wait for me to break through the seventh rank. If I can break through all the way to the ninth rank, maybe I will still be alive if you die."

The witch mistress was enraged, is the seventh rank so easy to break through? The Austrian continent is so big, how many people are there every year?

Breaking through the ninth-order is even more outrageous. There have been no new ninth-order professionals for more than a hundred years. You Leonard is indeed a genius, but you want to break through from the sixth-order to the seventh-order in five years? Why? Are your three legs short?

"What are you in a daze, hurry up and play chess, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

At Leonard's urging voice, the witch mistress sat back again bitterly, looking down at the chessboard on the table, but her face darkened just by looking at her.

"You stole my chess?"

Facing the role of the witch mistress, Leonard, who had remained calm all along, was suddenly furious, as if his heart was deeply stabbed by this sentence.

He slammed the table and shouted angrily: "You fart! I've lost tens of thousands of games to you, and the number of times I regretted my chess didn't add up to less than 10,000 times. Will I steal your chess?"

The witch mistress was also trembling with anger, she slapped the table to pieces with a backhand slap, and the chess pieces on it were scattered all over the place.

"Are you kidding me? It's okay to steal other pieces, you even steal the king?"