This Plug-in is Too Middle School

"He's probably dead."

In the military tent dozens of miles away, the middle-aged man sitting behind the table smiled, spread his hands and said helplessly: "Your Majesty, I will never send a large number of guards for the sake of a bodyguard who may not survive. Professionals search."

Avril stood in front of the table with a cold face, clenching her fists several times, but she still let it go.

"Marquis Gilbert!"

She took a deep breath, lowered her head to organize the language, and then said as calmly as possible: "I understand what you think, but the broken bodyguard is my captain, not only is he a rare talent, but also saves the Thirty people including me. I hope you will consider my opinion carefully, he is..."

"Your Majesty the Queen."

The middle-aged man flexed his index finger, nodded vigorously on the table, and said with deep meaning:

"I've seen the results of your opinion. Even if you still believe in your own judgment, I don't think my professionals will believe it anymore."

Avril narrowed her peach blossom eyes slightly, and said with a cold face, "Yes, since Marquis Giebert no longer believes in me, please return the army directly under the royal family to me, and I will bring them to find someone myself!"

The middle-aged man twitched the corners of his mouth perfunctorily, and said without a smile, "Okay, this is your right. After all, those 10,000 people belong to the royal family."

After speaking, he leaned back and leaned on the soft seat cushion. "However, because they have suffered heavy losses recently, in order to ensure their combat effectiveness, they were scattered by me and mixed into the rest of the army. It will probably take a while to count them out. Please be patient and wait here for a while. God."

"You fart!" A burly man stood up from behind Avril and pointed at the smiling middle-aged man and cursed.

The bearded cousin roared with a livid face: "I just went to the border for a few days to defend, and I can lose a lot without fighting? You don't even believe me, but..."

"Hans!"

Avril reached out to stop the furious Hans, turned her head and said to the middle-aged man with a sarcastic expression: "Jib, if I were still in the capital now, I guess these people probably wouldn't have 'heavy losses'. ?"

The middle-aged man nodded with a smile.

"You are right, not only that, if you are still in the capital, these people will not only not suffer heavy losses, but will even appear on the front line of the attack on the Farrell family, maybe I will rush to their worst. Front.

However, you have already escaped, the capital is now in the hands of the Farrell family, and the 'if' in your mouth has completely lost to the 'reality'. "

Avril gave him a cold look, turned her head away without a word, and was about to leave the tent, but was stopped at the door by a group of guards with long swords.

"Your Majesty, there is one thing I am curious about."

The middle-aged man stood up from behind the desk and smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes.

"Why did you come to see me directly instead of going to the troops directly under the royal family? Haven't you considered that I might ask you to stay for a few more days?"

He walked slowly in front of Avril, raised his chin that was so clean that there was no stubble, and said to Avril with a smile:

"So, I'm afraid that guard is not an ordinary guard? In order to get him back as soon as possible, you don't even care about your safety. Hehe, let me think about it, William Vankins, is that the name?"

He turned his head and glanced at the back of the tent. When he mentioned William's name, the curtain of the inner tent trembled quietly.

Marquis Gibbert pinched his clean chin and said with great interest, "He is the guard who made my daughter dizzy. I really want to meet him and see what kind of person he is."

Avril also noticed the change in the curtains, and smiled reluctantly.

"Miss Marquis is one of the most beautiful women in the capital, and she is also a talented woman who is famous far and wide. If she doesn't dislike her, I can make the decision and let William marry her..."

"No, no, no!" Marquis Giebert pulled the curtain with a smile, blocking the pair of surprised eyes behind him.

"I don't mean to take love with a sword. His Majesty the King is dead, and your little hobbies are understandable, and your humble position even supports your choice.

It's just that Frank can't be without a king forever, and you're not fit to carry such a big burden alone. And my family has been married to the royal family many times, so this time I might as well kiss it, you can re-marry into my family, I promise you can continue to be the queen, as long as you push…”

Avril frowned and interrupted with a cold expression: "Marquis Gilbert, your youngest son is only fifteen years old this year, and I am already twenty-nine. We are not..."

"No no no, you misunderstood what I meant."

Gilber, who is estimated to be over fifty years old, showed a slightly provocative smile. "I mean, what do you think of me?"

"I see you think beautifully!"

The bearded cousin roared angrily, swung a bowl-sized fist, and smashed it at the bridge of the middle-aged man's nose.

"Bang!"

A dazzling white light flashed, and Hans, who weighed nearly 200 jin with armor, was bounced upside down and flew out, tearing a big hole in the tent.

Although the middle-aged man's face was solidly punched, the bridge of his towering nose was not even red. I saw him reaching out and wiping the dust on his face in disgust, then tore off his snow-white gloves, and threw it out of the tent along the hole, onto Hans's messy beard.

Jiber turned his head and asked with a smile, "It seems that your guard does not approve of this proposal. What about you, Her Majesty the Queen? What do you think of my proposal?"

Avril closed her eyes and sighed, but did not speak.

When she came to see Gilber, she had expected the possibility of such a thing to happen, but she had no choice at all.

It is safe to contact the royal family first, but William is so stubborn that he will definitely not surrender to that woman. If he spends a few more days subduing the royal family's army, will he be able to last until then?

Moreover, if William did not die in the hands of the woman, but was caught by her, at the speed of the woman's elusiveness, only the fourth-order Gilbert could catch up with her and save William safely from her hands. .

Now, if you want to save William, the only way is to agree to Gilber's conditions, marry him and support him to become the new king.

She was clearly ready, but for some unknown reason, Avril tried her best several times, but she still couldn't open her mouth, and she couldn't spit out those words no matter what.

A face with cold brows flashed through her mind, and Avril suddenly remembered something William had said.

"'Ah? What does this sentence mean? Hmm... This sentence means 'I would rather be smashed as a gem than be a stone and remain intact'."

If he had saved him at this price, then he would have wanted to be smashed to pieces as a gem.

As if she suddenly figured out something, Avril opened her eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly. Then, in the expectant eyes of the middle-aged man, he shook his head firmly.

"I reject!"

"Someone!" The Marquis of Gilbert walked away with a livid face. "Please, Her Majesty the Queen and his guards calm down!"