Chapter 148

"What kind of place is your southern United Kingdom?" Alice was bored and chatted with the elf Shirley, "I heard that it is difficult for humans to come to your country. I have never been."

"It's a peaceful place, with dense forests, towering mountains, and wide seas, suitable for all races." Shirley said with nostalgia, her pointed ears would move when she was happy.

"Sounds great, are there many non-human races? There are some weird guys on the street?" Alice asked curiously, really want to see if possible.

"Miss Alice, it's not weird. In our eyes, you humans are also weird. Why don't you have sharp ears..." Shirley muttered quietly, covering her lips.

"Sorry, it's a bit of a misnomer." Alice said embarrassedly, thinking that with different perspectives, everyone feels differently.

"It's okay..." Shirley paused and continued, "If Miss Alice has the opportunity to go to the Southern United Kingdom, I will entertain you. You will know when you go to the streets by yourself, although we are of multiple races. A united country, but there are mainly only nine major races. Some rare ethnic groups are rare even in our country."

"So many races of different cultures, won't they fight together when they get together?" Alice found it difficult to get along with each other in peace.

"Our United Kingdom is a parliamentary system. It is not determined by a certain race. Every race has a king. They will use voting in the parliament to resolve problems. Basically, there will be no big differences." Shirley explained patiently. Listen to Alice.

"Well, I thought your United Kingdom is in chaos." Alice said embarrassedly.

"It's not messy at all, you can go to our country to experience it if you have the opportunity." Shirley said with anticipation.

"Okay." Alice nodded.

After the relaxed atmosphere passed, Shirley began to worry again, "It would be great if I could go out..."

"Don't worry, we can definitely go out." Seeing Shirley's sadness again, Alice couldn't help comforting her.

"Well, thank you Miss Alice, I am very happy to have someone speak with me..." Shirley rarely smiled.

"You're welcome, you look like my sister, always feel that you can't let it go..." Alice smiled, looking a little shy.

"But I'm almost 400 years old, not a little sister..." Shirley said timidly.

"Um..." Alice looked dazed, and a cold sweat appeared on her forehead, wondering why the ages of the alien races were older than the other!Obviously so young, but turned out to be an old lady!?It's really hard to accept!

"You seem to be very happy. Is it the group of the weak to keep warm? Can you let me join, because I am also a weak."

Joey, wearing a crying face mask, with a bowl in his hand, did not know when he appeared at the door of the prison, without any breath.

The two girls were shocked, their faces turned pale, and reality was like a ghost. In the deep and dark dungeon, Joey, who was covered in bandages, looked very strange. In the absence of his brother Zoe, he looked like Can speak normally.

Shirley shuddered, seeing the bowl in Joey's hand, she knew what she was going to do, she must have something to take her own blood.

Her eyes widened in horror, her lips moved in fright, and she couldn't speak. Even her breathing became faster, and the scar just right on her wrist began to ache again.

"You don't seem to welcome me, then forget it." Joey put the bowl in front of the prison door and said coldly, "Put out your hand."

"No... don't!" Shirley shrank her head in the corner, her face pale, cold sweat and tears flowed down, panicked hands, "Please don't hurt me, I will obey Yes, stop destroying my body, please have mercy on me, okay..."

"Pity?" Joey tilted his head and asked suspiciously, "What is that, I only see the living and the dead..."

"Woo..." Shirley's pointed ears drooped, and she started crying choked.

"What are you doing? Stop such excessive things!" Alice guarded Shirley, not allowing Joey to succeed.

"Excessive thing..." Joey murmured to himself, shivering like he was broken.

"Before, when I cut off the finger of a neighbor's child, someone called me that way."

"But it's not my fault. My brother forced me to do this. If I didn't do it, I would be beaten."

"Although I keep apologizing, why those people refuse to forgive me? It's obviously not my fault!"

"Why why why why..."

Alice frowned and looked at the weird Joey, wondering what's the situation with this guy?Why is it like a neurosis?

"Dodge!" Joey reached into the prison and opened Alice easily with a wave of his hand.

Now Alice can't use fighting spirit and magic, just like ordinary people, like an ant in front of Joey of the holy order, with no resistance.

"Oh, uh!" Alice fell to the ground, throbbing pain all over her body, probably injured.

"Miss Alice!?" Shirley looked at Alice in panic.

"Asshole! What are you going to do!?" Alice asked with pain.

"Sorry, I have to do too much, or my brother will hit me!" Joey yelled sadly, reached out and grabbed Shirley's wrist and pulled her to the cage.

"No! Please! Please! Let me go!!" Shirley cried so sad, so sad, so desperate, tears pouring out from her eyes like a flood that broke a bank, begging constantly .

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Joey muttered to himself with a shaky head, and yelled, "I apologize, why don't you forgive me! It was my brother who asked me to do it! I was not wrong. Blame it on brother!"

Joey drew the dagger from his waist and severely slit Shirley's wrist, completely unaware of his expression at this moment.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The bright red blood dripped into the bowl along Shirley’s arm, ticking...

Alice's tearful eyes were full of resentment, and bursts of upset and unwillingness.

She clenched her fist silently, thinking humiliatingly

hateful!

I can just get stronger.

If you can be like that fellow Merlin...

I can fully implement my justice!

Above the temple.

The light of the torch flickered.

The huge ancient magic circle has been prepared for a long time, but the four keys have not arrived.

This made Copperfield more anxious, his body deteriorating, and the frequency of the need for elf blood increased.

Joey came out of the basement with warm elf blood in his hand.

Zoe hurried forward, took the elf blood, and said faintly, "Retreat and leave it to me here."

"Brother is right." Joey returned to a stupid state.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Zoe stepped forward alone, approaching the old rickety back.

Copperfield, hidden under the black robe, always carries a sense of mystery.

Zoe didn't get too close. He knelt on one knee for about the same distance, lifting the bowl with his remaining arms.

"Your Majesty, the elf blood is here."

Kapofiel turned around and walked slowly to Zoe, looking at the bright red blood.

"Zoe, is our great cause going to fail? This feeling is getting stronger and stronger."

"No!" Zoe said loudly, trembling slightly, "As long as your majesty does not die, we will eventually have a chance to make a comeback! Britain just stole our fruit, the bandit! This land will always belong to our former kingdom! We are willing to Believe you, Your Majesty Copperfield, as long as you get the fourth key, you will become the king of the new era!"

"That said, it may be that I am really old and my head is getting more and more unconscious..."

Copperfield stretched out his hand, like a bone, to get the bowl of elf blood.

But at this moment, the calm blood began to ripple regularly, reverberating in bursts, and the whole hall trembled faintly, as if something was moving here.

Copperfield retracted his hand, looked outside the hall, and said hoarsely

"Zoe, a visitor is here, go and meet you..."

Heavy rain poured down from the darkened sky.

The forest under the volcano was constantly shaking by the strong wind, like a group of demons dancing in the dark night!

The countless sound of horse hooves hit, making this rainstorm night even more chaotic.

They rode strong steeds, wore gorgeous silver armors that could be called exquisite pieces, and wore extremely sharp weapons.

The white cloak behind him was printed with a familiar pattern, marching against the storm!

This luxuriously equipped knights, will Great Britain have a second one?

That’s right, the banner of the bauhinia was erected in the dark night wind and rain, representing the royal power hunting

The queen's sword, the Bauhinia Knights have reached here!

Chapter 7

The wind kept roaring, and the rain got bigger and bigger.

The thunder rumblingly rolled past, and the violent storm pushed the trees to one side.

The sound of rolling horse hooves made the rainy night more chaotic.

The only light between the dark sky and the earth is probably on the volcanic crater, like the flames of the flame demon descending.

The members of the Bauhinia Knights are all British elites, and they will join the hall of honor after repeated screening and evaluation.

Their tall and young bodies have rough outlines, sharp edges and corners, unwavering eyes, and absolute loyalty to the queen.

This cohesion makes them unite like a pack of wolves, acting extremely fast, and it is more important to order than life.