Chapter 604 Trouble in Anyang

"Then you will be my guardian knight."

"Guardian knight?"

"Have you never heard the word?"

"I saw it in the novel."

"Then you are."

Anyang smiled and motioned Shirley to open the door.

The morning light outside was just right, showing a warm pale gold, illuminating the world brightly and hitting him warmly.

Shirley was a little stunned, thinking of her mental thoughts when she just walked into this room, and she was a little embarrassed. But this embarrassment didn't show on her face, she was still indifferent, like white snow against the background of the sun.

The two went out and the door was closed again.

When Anyang was strolling in the manor, Shirley had put on a fine steel light armor and followed behind him.

This guardian knight is still very satisfying. His body and appearance are very attractive, his brain is smart, and he doesn't talk much. Because he has a more arrogant personality and does not have extensive interpersonal relationships in the territory, his average physical fitness at three points is barely sufficient.

Generally speaking, it is relatively simple to go from 1.0 to 2.0 in physical fitness, and the overall combat power is not much improved.

But from 2.0 onwards, it is more difficult to improve, and there is a faint appearance of reaching the limit. With the systematic algorithm, the power increase will be larger and larger for each decimal point above 2.0, and the power added in the later stage will become more and more terrifying.

The people who reach the reserve knights in this world have basically exceeded the human body limit of the real world human beings.

Walking to the stables of the manor, a figure was greeted in front of him.

Lydia looked at his back with a chilly face. Sheryl, who was wearing light armor, had an unusually prominent figure. She had a slender cross sword on her waist and stayed with Anyang, as if guarding him. Her long legs were very eye-catching. .

"Ain!"

"Cousin Lydia."

Anyang walked over with a slight smile.

However, Lydia still looked bad, a anger filled her heart, and the full chest under the light armor was heaving. Although she didn't know when it started, it was her right to protect Ain in her heart.

"How is this going?"

"what?"

"When did you get involved with Shirley?"

"Cousin, you misunderstood."

"My eyes tell me it's the truth, it's morning and she's always with you, I've only seen this kind of thing on Mickey and Shirley's sisters! So, she's finally showing you with her body Are you loyal?"

Shirley was slightly sullen, but forcibly held back.

Although she now feels that she has beaten Lydia, it should be no problem, but after all, she is the guardian knight of Anyang, and Lydia has an identity in the territory in addition to her own strength. It is not wise to have a conflict with her rashly.

Anyang turned his head and gave her a look that didn't move: "I didn't have the kind of relationship you think with my cousin Shirley."

Lydia sneered twice.

And Shirley didn't know what to think after hearing this, and when he saw it again, she showed a slightly shy look.

Lydia's sarcasm deepened.

Anyang continued to explain helplessly: "Cousin Shirley just said she wanted to support me this morning. I was just recovering from a serious injury, so she asked Cousin Shirley to accompany me to walk around the manor. I didn't expect to meet my cousin, really. What a coincidence."

Lydia frowned, thinking that he had just recovered from his serious injury, and said, "Uncle is looking for you."

Anyang was surprised: "The baron is back?"

"You should be called father!"

"Oh."

Anyang nodded: "Did he have anything to do with me?"

Lydia looked serious: "Maybe, I don't know very well. I just saw my uncle wearing armor, and the wounds on his body were not treated before he was furious. Looking for you everywhere in the castle, it may be a very important matter."

Anyang Wenzhi's face suddenly sank.

He turned around and glanced at Shirley again, and walked forward silently: "I'll go to the castle immediately."

Lydia nodded and walked side by side with him.

The sound of the armors of the two collided in a clear rhythm.

As soon as they arrived at the gate of the castle, the sturdy figure stood in the middle of the road waiting for them. The baron was indeed injured, and the thick knight plate armor was split into huge holes. It could be seen that the battle was fierce. face down.

"Ain, come with me!"

What followed was a large, heavily armored back.

Anyang remained silent as always, turned his head to glance at Shirley, and silently followed behind the baron.

Lydia, who was standing beside him, immediately turned cold and looked at Shirley coldly. From the look in her eyes just now, she could see a feeling that Anyang trusted Shirley more, and her face became more and more silent. With a bit of hostility.

But Shirley looked at her uncharacteristically without any fear, and then walked towards the castle with her sword in hand.

"hateful!"

Lydia's eyes grew more hostile.

Lydia even held the cross sword at her waist, then released it after a while, and followed quickly.

The castle is not big, but it was designed to be twisted and twisted to meet the needs of the war. About ten minutes later, Lydia stopped Shirley in front of a corridor leading to the top floor of the castle, and held it with one hand. On the hilt.

"The front is the place for meetings in the castle. Your identity is not eligible to enter!"

Shirley also held the hilt of her sword with one hand, facing each other tit-for-tat. At this time, an amazing sense of familiarity came from the sword.

"Miss Lydia, I come here often!"

As a reserve knight, Lydia clearly felt the change in her body, but she was still very disdainful: "I'm curious about what gave you the courage to talk to me like this, is it Ain? What happened to you? "

Shirley glanced at her, didn't say much, and wanted to walk past her.

Lydia stopped her again: "Now the baron has something to do, I forbid anyone to disturb!"

Shirley insisted: "I'm right at the door!"

"There are guards at the door, I don't need you!"

Shirley's face darkened: "Master Ain needs me!"

Lydia snorted disdainfully, and immediately pulled out half of the cross sword: "The baron will not hurt Ain, and even if something happens to Ain, I will protect him, I don't need you, it's good if you can protect yourself. It's gone!"

...

The conference room is very spacious and empty, mainly in black tones, which is solemn and solemn, making people subconsciously dignified.

At this moment, two figures were standing in front of the long oval stone table. One was well-proportioned with a green face, and the other was a middle-aged man wearing broken and blood-stained armor. His tall figure was set off by the thick plate armor. more terrifying.

"Ian."

The baron remained calm despite being seriously injured, but his voice was heavy.

"Yes."

"I heard you defeated Pishua and Nirat?"

"Yes."

"Do you have something to tell me?"

Anyang shook his head: "I don't understand."

"boom!"

The baron slapped the table hard, and the leather gloves inlaid with iron blocks left some potholes in front of the stone table: "Then how did you say you defeated Pishua and Nirat? Why do I remember you It's not that big of a deal."

Anyang said lightly: "I have always been like this."

How strong is the baron's desire to control, even among the remote nobles with perverted power, almost to the extent that even his own son must be firmly in his hands, how can he not be angry when he hears this.

"But why didn't you tell me!"

"You didn't ask me."

The baron's eyes widened immediately, and he raised his hand to give him a slap. With a tall figure and a blood-soaked uniform, it undoubtedly caused a lot of pressure. With the usual brutal methods, even the maids on both sides began to tremble.

But he paused in the air, his anger continued to grow, but he still failed to land the slap.

The cold light in Anyang's eyes disappeared, but he was relieved, at least not as he was worried.

The baron said, "How can you beat them!"

Anyang wondered: "What do you mean?"

The baron repeated in a louder voice: "How can you beat them just at this time!"

"Um?"

The baron did not explain his confusion, but continued to ask: "Why did you detour on the way back?"

Anyang repeated the original rhetoric again.

Then the baron fell silent, and suddenly seemed very tired, and said: "The grandson of the marquis is dead, the one who judged for you when you and Pishua and the others were dueling, and the one who took your fiancee Confiee. child."

"hiss!"

Anyang took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes suddenly: "They thought it was me?"

The baron stared at him with a heavy tone: "The marquis was furious and arrested all the people who had close contact with Cage Ball that day, but he was the only one who didn't find you. Especially the one who had close contact with Cage that day. Shua Ances and Nirat Ent and other people, they stabbed you and Cage Ball in order to get away, and said that you bumped into Cage Ball for Conoco and were beaten. Seriously injured!"

Anyang is a little dignified, he has already guessed all the causes and consequences of the incident, but in order not to be too different from the original Ain, he still pretends not to know: "But...how can the Marquis believe this kind of thing? thing?"

"boom!"

The baron slapped his palm on the table again, and the wound on the vibrating armor burst open, but he didn't frown: "It's bad because you temporarily changed your route on the way, and the marquis didn't even find out that you returned to the territory. !"

Sure enough!

Anyang made a palpitating appearance.

The baron took a deep breath, glanced at him again, and finally sighed: "Oh, you really changed a lot, I just heard Enke's butler said that I didn't believe it! But don't be afraid, I think so. How can I protect you!"

After a pause, he said again, "As for your concealment from me, we'll talk about it when it's over."

Anyang nodded with a heavy expression.

He opened the door and walked out of the conference room. He was stunned to find that Shirley was standing at the door and was ready to go. As long as he heard the signal, he could draw his sword and rush in immediately. The two guards on both sides were also confused by her. Nervous.

Lydia was at least ten meters behind, with a look of disbelief, panting heavily, her hair slightly messy.

Anyang looked up at the sky and nodded to Shirley: "Let's go."

Through the door, you can see a tired baron leaning on the conference table, blood dripping down the heavy armor, but his eyes are looking at Anyang's back, and he taps the table subconsciously, not knowing what he is thinking. .

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