Chapter 12 Reward 10

Between the lightning, Jiulong and Galil's eyes collided. In silence, a suffocating and depressing atmosphere slowly bred. Jiulong looked at Galile. Suddenly, there was a feeling of vicissitudes. In the past, he was still a slave of Galile, but time passed and things changed.

Kowloon looked at Galil carefully. For half a year, as a slave of Galil, Kowloon didn't even know his appearance. Such a close distance was enough to see clearly. Galil's face was as white as jade, tall and handsome, and his long blue hair poured down like waves, scattered on his shoulders, as deep as a pair. The abyss-like eyes are daunting, and the blue eyes are as charming as sapphires.

Galil also looked at Kowloon. Fortunately, the damn slave tried to rebel. Fortunately, he did not succeed, otherwise he might have died. He wanted to kill Jiulong in the arena and kill two birds with one stone, but instead of death, he was free from misfortune.

At the moment when Kowloon and Galile looked at each other, the noisy hall was also surprisingly quiet and silent, and everyone's face appeared stunned. Jiulong should have immediately knelt down and swear to Galile to be loyal to Galile from then on, but the original procedure did not go, but there was a scene of two people looking at each other.

This is very interesting. There was a slight sarcasm on the faces of all the nobles. The eyes of Master Rogers of Galil's sworn sworn in Talmud Manor flashed even more, and they kept trying to wink, and both of them smiled proudly.

All the eyes in the hall wandered on Kowloon and Galile. In everyone's surprised look, Kowloon actually hugged his chest slightly, and his hoarse voice sounded: "Great young master Leren Feili, I, Omarle Loxus, swear here. From then on, I will be loyal to Count Leren Feili and bow. I won't hesitate to do it!"

"What?" All the nobles were stunned and looked at Jiulong in surprise. They thought that Jiulong had done this, but it was beyond everyone's expectation.

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Galil's face was suddenly gloomy, and the light in his eyes flashed continuously, but Kowloon's move was extremely vicious, which was equivalent to a slap in his face and leaving.

"Uh!" Young Master Feili was also a little stunned. When he knew that there was a sharp conflict between Kowloon and Galil, he sneered and announced in the hall that his allegiance should make Galile ugly, but he didn't expect that Kowloon would do anything better and not even leave a step for Garrill.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Suddenly, Master Feili burst into sweaty laughter. He had never been so happy. Galil was young and capable, and even married Delia, the goddaughter of his father, Chief Leren. Since then, Galile has competed for the opportunity to enter the cabinet with the help of Delia's relationship, although he is precious. Chief Lun's son, but Chief Leren has hundreds of children. His identity is not prominent, and he is not even as good as Delia's identity.

Fei Lihuo stood up and looked at Jiulong in surprise. He was indescribably happy in his heart. He carefully looked at the appearance of Jiulong, and the slightest pleasure in his heart disappeared without a trace.

He hurried down and came to Kowloon. Unexpectedly, he personally put on the black iron armor for Kowloon and the black iron sword for Kowloon. He looked at Kowloon for a long time before he was satisfied.

"Omer Lockus, I'm very sorry that I, Leren Fertile, can't accept your allegiance, because your growth is entirely due to the great Count Galile, so you should choose to be Galile!"

"However, if you really want to choose me, I will make up for all the losses of Galile!" He walked slowly and began to look righteous. Suddenly, his tone changed and he was very kind to Jiulong.

Jiulong lowered his head, held his chest with one hand, bent his body slightly forward, quietly waiting for the laborious decision.

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Suddenly, Garrill stood up, laughed loudly, and said strangely, "It seems that the great troublesome young master has a great affection for me as a slave, and it should be rewarded to the troublesome young master!"

"You..." When Master Feili heard this, his body suddenly trembled, his lips trembled, and he pointed to Garrill and was speechless.

"Well, great laborious young master, we are not those despicable slaves. The appearance of noble gentlemen is sacred." Gary is unreasonable, reluctant to chase, his words are sharp, and every sentence is stimulating and laborious.

Galil's words are a pun. On the one hand, he scolded the laborious young master for shamelessly robbing his slaves regardless of the image of the aristocracy. Such behavior is lower than the lowly slave. On the other hand, of course, it is aimed at Kowloon. Kowloon is now free, but his predecessor is a slave. Garrill scolded him like this, which naturally shows It is clear that slaves are slaves. Even if you have any achievements in the future, you can't get rid of the status of a slave.

Hearing this, he hummed coldly and slowly ascended to his throne. Looking at Jiulong's appearance, and then looking at Gary's domineering appearance, he was extremely unhappy, but he had no choice but to look gloomy and not say a word.

"Rockus, since you have chosen the Earl of Power, you have to do a job of duty that your subordinates should do, but don't do any more rebellious feats! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Galil suddenly looked at Kowloon, and then at the laborious young master. He laughed wildly and came to the middle of the hall. He suddenly turned around and arched his hand to the hall full of high friends. A grand voice sounded, "Friends, Gary can return to the manor after saying goodbye. Please forgive me for the inappropriateness! "

After saying that, Gallier made a choice and left, completely ignoring the startled reaction of the nobles.

"It's like this!"

"It seems that Gary is really angry this time!"

When Galile went out of the door, the lively hall was suddenly calm and the needle fell and could be heard. Finally, there was a weak discussion. Suddenly, the nobles whispered to each other, some mocked, some laughed, and some were angry. Looking at the Kowloon standing quietly in the center of the hall, the contempt was self-evident.

His eyes were gloomy, and Garrill actually didn't save any face for himself. He turned his face when he said it, and left without even saying goodbye. It's unbearable. How can it be tolerated!

"Gentle guests, I'm in poor health today and can't accompany you to get drunk. Please forgive me if there is anything wrong. I will definitely visit you one by one in the future and apologize to you!" The laborious young master glanced at the hall, his voice condensed, and said slowly.

After trying to say goodbye to the nobles, he couldn't help turning his eyes to Kowloon. Looking at Kowloon's still pious appearance, he shouted coldly, "Lockus, come with me!" Then he stepped forward and walked directly to the back hall.

The hall was quiet, and all the nobles looked at the empty seats above the hall in constern. Everyone was stunned and speechless. Originally, it was a lively celebration banquet, but it was made by Kowloon and Gary. The banquet could not be a banquet. All the nobles had a sudden feeling. They looked left and right and buried their heads. Silent.

Count Enger also buried his head, slowly picked up a piece of beef, and chewed it fiercely, but his eyes did not look at all when eating, but as if the devil was sucking the soul.

"Damn Roxus, did he find any clues? The confidential plan I calculated in detail should not fail because of a trivial slave!" Count Enger muttered softly in his heart. Inadvertently, he saw the servant behind him, and the light in his eyes flashed away. In an instant, he was as shrewd as he had already made a decision. Only the mouth of the dead was the safest.

In a room, he walked quietly without sadness or joy on his face. Jiulong stood aside silently without saying a word, and the air in the whole room seemed extremely depressed.

"Locus, tell me honestly why my sister Mesomea spent the night in your room!" Master Feili finally couldn't hold back, was slightly angry, and stared at Kowloon in a stare.

"Uh!" Jiulong was stunned when he heard it. It turned out that it was because of this matter, and then he was relieved and said slowly, "Young Master Feili..."

"Since you are loyal to me, call me the master!" He didn't wait for Kowloon to say more and shouted harshly.

"Yes, master!" The so-called man had to bow his head under the roof. In the past, he called Galile as a slave. Today, although he is not a slave, he still has to call him the master of others!

"Ty!" It was hard to see that Jiulong quickly changed his tone, and his anger calmed down a little.

"Someone assassinated Miss Messmia last night, and I saved her!" Jiulong narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke slowly, as if he was talking to himself.

"What did you say?" Hearing this in a hurry, he grabbed Jiulong's arm and looked at Jiulong eagerly, with bursts of fear in his heart.

Kowloon let himself grab his shoulder with no expression on his face, and then said, "I suspect that the person who assassinated Miss is the servant standing behind Count Enger. Those sharp and bloodthirsty, indifferent eyes are still fresh in my memory!"