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The Warren family camp is located in a large tent in the center. Gilber, who is dressed in gorgeous clothes, is studying the topographic map on the table.

At this time, a guard opened the tent and ran in, reporting nervously: "My lord, the queen and the knights have escaped. Although the guards were not dead, they were all knocked unconscious, and some were even tortured. hurt."

Gilber took his eyes off the map, raised his head and frowned and said, "Did you run away? I see, you take my token to find a team and ask them to get the queen back as soon as possible, don't let Roman or Emil got a bargain."

He took out a token from his arms and threw it over, then lowered his head and continued to study the terrain near the royal capital.

The terrain of the royal capital is relatively low, so it is relatively easy to fight. However, the terrain of the palace is high enough. If the Farrell family chooses to abandon the outer city and use the city wall of the palace as its support, it will be very difficult to fight, but it is not impossible. If it can...

"Huh? Why haven't you left yet?"

Jiber found that the guard didn't go out with the token, but stood there in a cold sweat, hesitating to speak.

"If you have something to say, say it."

"My lord, there is a change in the military camp of the two marquis, and an honorary baron came to report that the queen has subdued most of the minor nobles. It is said that the two marquis are also on her side..."

"What!" Gibbert stood up abruptly, and the chair behind him was brought to the ground.

"Impossible! Why would the two of them listen to her? Also, she just ran out, how could she have conquered those scumbags so quickly?"

"My lord, this news should be true, and... the queen didn't just run away..."

"When was that?" Ji Bo's face was full of annoyance, these guys were getting worse and worse, even a group of unarmed people couldn't bear to watch!

"They said...it was yesterday evening..."

"Bastard!" A khaki flame gushed out from Jiber's body, and the tables and chairs behind him were swept away by the flames and exploded in an instant. There were scattered pieces of wood everywhere in the camp.

"Why did you only report today if you ran away yesterday?"

"Sir, they were all knocked out, and people woke up one after another this morning..."

"Trash! It's all trash!" Ji Bo roared angrily: "I just sent dozens of pigs to watch the queen, and they can scream twice before being slaughtered! They are more than a dozen professionals, and even a messenger. Can't get out?"

The guard was poured with spittle on his face, and he endured Ji Bo's ****, and after he calmed down a little, he said in a low voice:

"Last night, Madam, she went there..."

Jiber's expression froze for a moment, and then he became furious.

He took off the long sword hanging in the tent, pushed out the guard who pushed the message, rushed out of the tent, and rushed towards a slightly smaller red tent in the distance. two cuts.

"You **** stupid woman! Do you really think I dare not kill you?"

More than half of the tent, which had lost its gatepost, collapsed in a clutter, and screams of exasperation could be heard from under the hanging red tarpaulin.

"Gibb! Have you lost your mind, old man? What are you doing here in the morning?"

There was a harsh cracking sound, and the Duchess with loose hair tore off the heavy sheet cloth and rushed out wrapped in a blanket.

A pair of snow-white arms were exposed, and the enviable figure was undoubtedly revealed. The blanket on his body was supported by two giant objects that were about to emerge, and barely did not fall.

Ji Bo stared, and without saying a word, he swung his sword and slashed over. With the blessing of the khaki flame, this sword directly tore apart the collapsed tent.

"Don't you know what you did? You let that woman go, why should I sit in that seat?"

The Duchess curled her lips and met her with her white fists, forcibly shattering the terrifying sword glow.

"Trash, if you want to be a great chief, you have to rely on your fists! What kind of skill is it to rely on a woman?"

Gibb was so angry that he was so angry at this rambunctious remark.

"You idiot! This is Flange! It's not your prairie that **** and drinks blood. Are you the king of Flange and your great chief? You can do what you want?"

"Haha, after all, it's not your waste. If you can overpower all those who oppose you, who would dare to rob you of a broken chair?"

"I'm too lazy to tell you!" Gilbert growled angrily: "You... who are you!"

A hairy arm stretched out from the fragments of the tent. After pulling it hard twice, a man with a bare bottom emerged from under the tarpaulin. It was Hans who disappeared all night.

In embarrassment, he tore off a piece of cloth and wrapped it around his waist, blocking his vital point. After giving Gilber a shameful look, he turned and ran away without saying a word. However, a breeze blew, and the bearded cousin was hugged back.

"Don't! Let me go, ah~"

The Marquise, who was half a head taller than him, smiled smugly, lowered her head and took a sip on the struggling Hans, leaving a bright red mark, and at least a few such marks were left on him. ten.

"It's none of your business who he is! We agreed at the beginning, I don't care what you like, my mother, but you don't care about me!"

"Damn!" Ji Bo was so angry that he tried to hack the wild man to death several times, but he still couldn't do it. Then he suddenly saw the familiar beard.

"Beard... Are you the queen's bodyguard?"

Ji Bo said with anger and joy: "What on earth is that woman going to do? If you honestly tell me her plan~www.novelmt.com~ I'll be... a bitch! Enough is enough!"

The Marchioness took out her hand from Hans's blush, and pinched his bare ass.

"I said it all! It's none of your business! None of you French people look like men, you don't even have a beard! The old lady has been holding back for so many years, and it's hard to find someone who is pleasing to the eye, what's the matter with the meat? ?"

"You...you...it's unreasonable!" Ji Bo was so angry that his whole body trembled, and even the hand holding the sword trembled.

"Bah!" The Marchioness spat at him. "Look at what you're doing, what a big deal, it's like someone slept with your wife."

"me……"

"What are you? A dignified fourth-tier professional, who can't even win against a third-tier me, still has the face to be my man?"

She clutched her chest and started looking for clothes from the wreckage of the tent. First, she threw a knight's uniform torn to shreds to Hans, and then found herself a white pajamas and put it on.

"I said at the beginning that my mother doesn't look down on you. If you want soldiers, you can take it away. If you want animal skins and minerals, you can take it. You used food to force my father to marry me. Besides, you haven't had any illegitimate children for so many years. There are eight out of ten, has the old lady managed it once? Why do you…”

"Go to hell!" Jiber rushed over with a livid face, the long sword inlaid with gems in his hand aimed at Hans and slashed head-on.

The Marquise sneered, and threw the bearded cousin backwards, letting the long sword pass with a sideways movement.

"You are an earth knight who relies on resources. If you ride a horse, I can barely respect it. But you don't even have a horse now. Do you want to beat me when you fight on foot?"