512 Chapter 512: Fear of Being Targeted

"Since you don't recognize yourself as an aristocrat, let's speak in the common language of the mainland!"

Duke Durandal directly regarded him as an illegitimate child abandoned by the nobles.

"Then why are you interested in the knight profession?"

"Because with the expansion of the Melox province and the huge border, there must be a strong cavalry unit to guard it." Gwennaville said very seriously.

She has been studying the profession of knights all this time, and she found that the speed of war horses in this world is really too fast.

The average speed of a good war horse can reach 150 kilometers per hour. Even a fully armed knight can run at a speed of 120 kilometers per hour. If you add auxiliary magic, this speed can be even faster, especially in war.

Therefore, in the case of fast support, the knight is more stable and faster than its car. After all, even if there is a road car, it can't be 150 for the whole journey, let alone if it encounters a grassland or wasteland environment, the speed may drop again.

Duke Durandal looked at the little girl in front of him in shock. How old is she, and she can say such insightful words.

"You are the most admirable child I have ever seen. Did you read these from books?" Duke Durandal asked with a smile.

Gwenaville thought for a moment and said, "Not all, it was my parents who told me about it."

"Oh! What do your parents do?" Duke Durandal immediately regained his spirits. It must be extraordinary to be able to cultivate such a young genius, and it is worth his visit.

If conditions permit, I hope to reach a marriage relationship with the other party.

He likes this little girl a little bit, and it would be nice to be his grandson-in-law.

Gwennaville put his chin in his hand and thought for a moment before saying, "My father is a magician, and my mother is a knight."

Gwennaville's words are not lying at all. Artoria is a knight instructor, and Nuomiri has always appeared as a knight. As for Aslan, apart from being the lord of Melo, he is indeed a knight. A magician.

"No wonder, but I have to say that your parents are very well-informed, they are a very good couple, and they are also good parents." Duke Durandal sighed.

Compared with those bastard sons in my family, they are not even one-tenth of the little girl.

"Yes, my parents are the best parents, the greatest parents." Gwennaville said very proudly.

Duke Durandal wanted to continue asking Gwennaville's parents, but Gwenaville jumped off the stone chair directly.

"Actually, I didn't want to talk to you so much at the beginning. My parents often taught me not to talk to strangers, but I only wanted to talk to you because you were a foreigner."

Duke Durandal glanced at Gwenaville unexpectedly, and asked, "What are you going to say?"

Gwennaville's gaze sharpened instantly, and he said decisively: "Whether you are from the Ten-Party Alliance or the Kingdom of Cleveland, you all want to get involved in the Melox Province, because the Melox Province belongs to us Melox people."

Hearing this, the chief guard's eyes froze, and he was about to yell at him, but was stopped by Duke Durandal.

"Son, what you said is wrong. It should be that the province of Melox was originally the Kingdom of Cleveland, and the Kingdom of Cleveland is so powerful that it cannot be resisted by the province of Melox. When the locust plague and drought are over this time, the Kingdom of Cleveland will restore its unity. "Duke Durandal said very seriously.

"No, it's impossible for you to complete the unification, because you don't understand the strength of the Melox people." Gwennaville shook her head firmly and said.

"Son! Facing the fully mobilized Kingdom of Cleveland, Melox Province is nothing more than a sheep in its eyes, but now it needs him to contain the Ten-Party Alliance." Duke Durandal said with a smile.

Because during this catastrophe, the Kingdom of Cleveland has formed nearly 2 million young and strong troops. When the catastrophe is over and production resumes in the second year, it will send troops to crusade against the rebellious ten-party alliance.

"No, grandpa, you overestimate the Kingdom of Cleveland. Before the split, the Kingdom of Cleveland was indeed powerful. You can use a lion to describe him, but now he can only be regarded as a wolf at best, and the province of Melox not long ago It has just annexed the North Wind Prairie and the Yalanshi Province. The land area has reached two-thirds of the Kingdom of Cleveland, and it has also repelled the two million expeditionary troops of the Ottoman Kingdom. Today, the Province of Melox is no longer a sheep. It's a tiger that has just eaten and is taking a nap."

Gwennaville dropped a blockbuster, which caused Duke Durandal to show a shocked expression.

"It's impossible!" Duke Durandal was hiding in the caravan along the way, and he was slow to get news, not to mention that the information from the North Wind Prairie had to go back to the capital first and then to him. One time, so Duke Durandal has not received any news yet.

"You will get the news soon, or you can inquire in Merlot City. The news is already known in the whole city." Gwennaville suddenly showed a playful smile.

"Grandpa! I am curious to ask a question?"

Duke Durandal was still digesting the news that Melox province had defeated the Ottoman Kingdom's two million expeditionary force, and subconsciously replied, "What's the problem?"

"What will happen to the wolf if the tiger who is dozing off after eating is awakened?"

Duke Durandal's eyes widened subconsciously. Gwennaville had already walked away. The chief guard just wanted to capture the little girl back, but just as he took a step, his body suddenly shook, and he subconsciously raised his head to look at the girl not far away. teaching building.

On the roof of the teaching building, there was a swordsman mentor standing quietly staring at him.

Duke Durandal came back to his senses at this time, subconsciously raised his head, he noticed that the surveillance eyes of several magic towers around him were turning towards them, especially the New Medea Magic Tower, the half-opened magic pupil on it was fierce. He opened his eyes wide and stared at them, making Duke Durandal and his head of guards feel cold all over their bodies.

They have long been informed that the Duke of Medea is a powerful grand magister.

The veteran couldn't stop laughing and said: "You are all strangers. It is normal to be noticed when you enter the school. This is arranged by the lord. Every mentor-level strong person is responsible for the security of a school, and school security has been listed as the first level of security. In a series, once there is any unusually extreme behavior, it is easy to be targeted."

After the veteran finished speaking, he looked at the head of the guard next to Duke Durandal as if he had something to say. He actually wanted to reach out and grab the child just now, and he was looking for death.