Chapter 224

Even teammate Sharan looked dumbfounded and didn't expect this sudden attack by Sharpron.

When Sharpron's attack was less than a fist away from Merlin's face, everyone would think that the overall situation was settled, and Merlin Shao said that he ended up with a serious injury. Even Sharpron himself thought he had won, and couldn't help but cheer.

But it’s a pity that Sharpron is facing the big devil

Merlin suddenly took Sharpron's sneak attack with one palm, and grabbed his fist without the slightest sign.

"No? This can also be the next!" Shapron's expression was dull, his eyes widened like bells, he didn't expect this to happen, and his own sneak attack had no effect at all!

Merlin slowly moved his gaze to Sharpron’s face, grabbed his fist, and said coldly

"I told you to be a little behaved."

"Is it still going to carry out a sneak attack?"

"I think you need to be educated..."

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Chapter 44:

The living room is located on the top floor and has very good sound insulation.

So that what happened downstairs, Samuel was still in a state of ignorance at this time.

Samuel tried his best to deal with the sudden visit of the First Knight of Thorns, and didn't expect a mess downstairs.

As the first knight of the thorns, Masefield, even in armor, was still dignified and generous, talking to Samuel about Shirley.

"Your Excellency, Her Majesty the Queen has already sent a lot of manpower a while ago to visit various honest villages in Great Britain to collect news about Princess Shirley, but unfortunately, the whereabouts of Princess Shirley are still unknown and many witness clues. Also cut off halfway."

Masefield's expression was regretful. Not long ago, Queen Elizabeth had sent all the intelligence personnel in the army to walk around Great Britain to investigate.

Although there were several sighting clues, they were all broken when they were walking along the vines. The whereabouts of Princess Shirley is still a mystery.

Obviously, a lot of national power has been spent to find, but there is no gain, which makes Queen Elizabeth a headache.

Because the elf king insisted that Princess Shirley was in Great Britain, and always urged.

It was originally a trivial matter to assist in the search, but now it has almost affected the friendship between the two countries and has risen to a diplomatic issue.

Therefore, Masefield also feels a headache for Her Majesty. After all, as a close knight, it is a matter for her to worry about her.

"Is there really no gain?" Samuel said pretentiously, knowing that Shirley would be held underground, but she still had to walk through the scene.

"Well, there are indeed a few good clues, but something unexpected happened in the middle, which caused all the clues to be cut off. If you want to find Her Royal Highness Shirley, I am afraid you need to investigate from the beginning.

Masefield sighed, thinking that if it hadn't been for the sudden appearance of Elgin's great swordsman and disrupted the overall plan, perhaps she had already found Princess Shirley.

"That's really a pity. It hasn't been gained for such a long time. Our Majesty may be disappointed again." Samuel showed a gloomy look, completely like a Virgin worried about the country and the people. No one would ever see her. Is the super villain.

"I'm very sorry, we have done our best." Masefield apologized politely.

"It doesn't matter, there is no way. Great Britain has a vast territory, and finding someone is really troublesome." Samuel nodded in understanding.

"Your Excellency Samuel, can you allow me to ask a question?" Masefield asked seriously.

"Master Masefield, please ask." Samuel nodded.

"Are you sure that Princess Shirley is still in Great Britain? After half a year, will she have gone to other countries, or already..." Masefield did not finish, but it was obvious that Shirley was dead. .

"With regard to the fact that Her Royal Highness Shirley is in Great Britain, there is no doubt that there is nothing wrong with it. She did not go to another country, let alone any accident." Samuel replied in a positive tone.

"Why are you so sure?" Masefield paused, slowly expressing some difficulties

"If all this is your speculation, it is better to give up looking for Princess Shirley early."

"This is not just about the Elf King himself, it also involves us in Great Britain."

"In order to find Princess Shirley, we have invested a lot of financial and manpower. If this continues, we will not be able to assist you."

"Don't worry, Lord Masefield, we are not speculating, but the Elf royal family does have a very obvious response to their children. Your Majesty said that His Royal Highness Shirley still lives in Great Britain, then there is nothing wrong, please believe us "Samuel responded seriously, dispelling Masefield's doubts.

"Since you are so confident, then I have no opinion. Although we have found nothing this time, we have not lost our confidence in finding Princess Shirley. This time we will definitely find Her Royal Highness, so I hope you can communicate with the Elf King. Give me more time." Masefield said the purpose of this trip.

"This is no problem, I will find time to communicate with your Majesty, let him continue to wait patiently, and will not cause you too much trouble. In fact, we have troubled Queen Elizabeth for so long, and our Majesty is still a bit sad." Samuel was humble. Say.

"Since Your Excellency Samuel is willing to reconcile it, things will be much easier, thank you for your help." Masefield bowed his head slightly, expressing his agreement.

"Where, I thank you. The disappearance of Princess Shirley makes Her Majesty very worried, and only you are willing to help us free of charge." Samuel responded very politely, but actually sneered in his heart.

"You are really too modest..." Masefield smiled, feeling that things are almost done and that he should leave, so he said, "It's getting late, I'll leave first."

"Do you want to stay for afternoon tea?" Samuel said politely.

"No, there are still many things to be busy." Masefield declined gently.

"As expected to be the first knight of the thorns, he is really a busy man." Samuel teased politely.

Masefield didn't say anything, turned and left, but another thing suddenly sounded, and he turned around and asked, "Your Excellency Samuel, I watched the report of the city guard, saying that your subordinates often enter and leave the capital recently?"

"Uh..." Samuel's expression suddenly became unnatural, and he said awkwardly, "Yes...Yes."

"Is there anything you need help? If you need help, please tell me, you are welcome." Masefield said kindly.

"No, I just asked my subordinates to pick some fresh fruit from the capital to come back." Samuel made an excuse, thinking about the arrangement of the "Elves Crying" magic circle. How could the Thorns Knight help?Really ridiculous~ "Really, I'm leaving."

Masefield didn't have too much doubt, because the elves liked to eat fruits and vegetables.

Maybe Samuel is very picky and likes the freshest, but it's not surprising.

Just a few steps away, Masefield suddenly sensed that something was approaching outside the door. The speed was extremely fast, and there was a hint of hostility, an unknown threat.

This is the embassy of the Elves. Is there any enemy that can't be achieved?

Masefield quickly took a step back, holding the straight sword at his waist in his hand, and posing for the enemy.

Samuel's perception is not weaker than that of Masefield, and he seems to be surprised. He can't help but frown and wonder, who?Do you dare to trespass into my territory and seek death?!

With a loud noise, the mahogany door of the meeting room was smashed.

Whoosh flew over two dark things and passed Masefield's ears.

This sudden situation makes people a little confused, not sure what happened?

Masefield looked back in astonishment and saw that both Shapron and Saran were lying on the ground, both suffering minor injuries to varying degrees.

what happened?!

Aren't these two guard leaders of the embassy!?

They are all powerhouses with holy rank, why are people being taught this way?!

Masefield couldn't understand a bit, and his heart was full of doubts and surprises.

Samuel's reaction was not much better, wondering who the intruder was?!Sharan and Sharpron are not weak, can't even stop them?It turned out to be so embarrassed. It's a waste. It seems that the intruder is not easy...

Sharan and Sharpron slowly supported their bodies and climbed up, glaring at the door together, showing full hostility, as if they were trying to fight the enemy outside the door.

The smoke cleared, and Mei Lin appeared outside the door, looking casual.

He suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Samuel, his red eyes shining like gems.

"Yo, good morning~"

"Meet again, Auntie, ambassador of the Elves."

"Your two dogs are not very obedient. I will teach you a lesson, but don't hate me for this..."

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Chapter 45: Monthly Ticket Plus and More

When Samuel saw Merlin, his heart suddenly fell into a state of uncertainty.

Damn it?

Are Sharan and Shapron beaten like this by this guy?

Just kidding, isn't this a dark iron adventurer at the lowest level?!

I couldn't feel the magic and vindictiveness in him at all. How did an ordinary villager ask for two holy powers!

Samuel felt a little unimaginable, and he didn't want to believe what he saw.

I just can’t explain the current situation with what I have. I am afraid that this thousand years will be in vain!

Samuel looked at Merlin blankly, unable to find a way to deal with it for a moment, everything was too sudden.

In fact, Sharpron and Sharan have tried their best, but their opponents are very close. Can they actually stop them?

After a little bit of two moves, Sharpron and Merlin were picked up and hanged and beaten several times.

As for Saran?Facing the magic-immune Merlin, he was directly reduced to waste. Several consecutive spells had no effect at all, and Merlin was slapped twice. The shame was extreme!

If the opponents of Sharan and Sharpron are not the big devil, each of them will be powerful guys, but they are basically like little chickens in front of Merlin.

Masefield stared at Merlin, his expression was a bit sluggish, but his hand held the sword at his waist as a warning.

Who is this guy!?