Chapter 27 What is a nobleman?

Chapter 027 What is a nobleman?

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If one day, my mind is so strong that people and gods are angry that they can go to the guilloine of the Holy Cross. Don't curse me. Please praise me in the most gorgeous words and witness my death in awe, because it is the glory that belongs to me alone. Notes

Choosing to watch coldly is nothing more than putting yourself out of the matter. This is the so-called aristocracy.

Atre's blood has the seeds of madness, and there is a cold heart. In the face of that group of timid but timid spirits, hiding in the VIP zone with an 'appreciation' attitude, he is more like a knight, not as arrogant as imagined, only endless wisdom, and that is not very inconsistent. Age-appropriation words.

The Mestin Wine Castle is shrouded in a fierce fight. The members of Jerok's mercenary regiment and the Rose Mercenary Regiment have been fighting together. The struggle between mercenaries seems too frequent in Renal. According to the records of the troubadour, there are at least 8,000 fierce fights in Renal City every day, at least 8,000 times a day. This terrible figure has proved the extent of force here.

On the contrary, compared with those self-proclaimed noble aristocrats, the girls at the bar looked much calmer and did not even react too much. They just sighed slightly. In those beautiful eyes, there was a trace of sadness that people couldn't see through.

"Why sigh? For life? Or for this group of mercenaries?" Atre shook the praise of the poet in his hand, and the corners of his mouth outlined a curved smile, faintly and could not be shocked.

"Why do human beings have to fight? Is it really so difficult to live in peace? The girl stared at Atre and asked. She believed that the most aristocratic teenager in front of her had boundless wisdom and would say something that he could understand or could not understand, but every sentence had the true meaning of life in it. She believed that maybe Atre could answer his puzzles!

Atre Junya smiled, rubbed his temples, which were faintly painful due to the breath of alcohol, and said, "Because of humbleness! Survival and death, this is the meaning of the existence of tarot cards. Each of us is an ant, manipulated by the god of creation. The bad old man likes to watch such a farce, so in order to cater to his likes, human beings stage this funny scene every day. In fact, arrogance and humility are in everyone's heart, but many people can't see it clearly.

"Oh! Oh, my God, please whisper!" The girl covered her mouth in surprise, stared around without panic, patted her chest and said, "You know? Although the city of Renal is a paradise for mercenaries, the sanctity of the Great Court of Vantland is everywhere, and their prayers make us feel glorious. Mestin often has some clergy in the Great Holy See. If they hear it, you will be sent to the Holy Cross for burning!"

"It's another brainwashed!" Atre sneered. Although the girl cared for him, his heart was immediately alienated and said coldly, "This is the glory of me alone. One day, you will teach me faith, and I can give you eternity!" Well, maybe, if I stare at all sentient beings in this way, I am qualified to stand at the same height as Yanawei, right?

This is a world that needs to be admired. This is a world under the law. This is a world that needs to be above. So - I came, with heroic ideas, in order to render your invisible sky!

Atre's heart was as quiet as water. He no longer talked to the girl. The wine in his hand had changed from 'poet's praise' to 'Donado's sadness'. Yes, faith is a double-edged sword, which can make an ordinary person strong or make a powerful person collapse in an instant. He The races that survive under the beliefs of the world feel pity.

The fierce battle lasted for a long time until Atre drank a total of 7 cups of 'poet's praise' and 8 cups of sweet 'Donado's sadness' temporarily stagnated. Only the careful girl found that Atre drank regularly.

In the two members of the mercenary regiment, every time he pours down a person, he just drinks a glass of wine, which is not bad, and the time is just right. If a cup is a coincidence, what about 8 glasses of wine? What can it explain?

The terrible aristocracy! A feeling of fear suddenly rose in the girl's heart. She suddenly had an idea. How many a quarter of an hour would it be for her to talk to the teenager who seemed to be a child in front of her? Will her life come to an end the next moment?

Yes, eight people fell on the ground and breathed. They tried their best to breathe, looking greedy and humble.

"Wow!" Atre, who had never moved, turned around, gorgeous and free, as if performing an intoxicating waltz, as if accompanied by a strong sense of rhythm. Every step is like a well-designed art. No one dares to break it. At least, under his soul-watering eyes, the person who can move, the body It's also stiff!

Suddenly, there was a great change. When this teenager came like an angel, and then the next syllable symbol beat, the elegance was gone. In exchange, there was the melancholy fear that could make people heartbreaking. This man, he is now the devil!

One pick, one is obliquely inserted into the body, and a finger is gently touched, and a cold light flashes. The clothes of the black feathers show his youth and frivolity. He is the god of death dancing at his fingertips, interpreting the existence of the synonym of perfection.

When killing has become an art, no one dares to boo and blame, because at this time, he is the perfect incarnation. Should the arrogant nobles kowtow and worship at this time? Because this is the only one who can blasify God!

8 people, 8 lives, can no longer breathe. Their souls can no longer condemn this teenager's arrogance whether they go to heaven or hell, because the price of life often proves the value and meaning of more people's survival!

"Do you...do you know what you have done?" Yu Wei's heart trembled, and she couldn't help retreating three steps. She looked at Atre in front of her with pale eyes, and she lacked courage for the first time.

"Are you evil...demon?" Jerok finally saw the teenager's appearance clearly, and his voice trembled even more.

"Do you think there is a handsome demon like me in this world?" Atre smiled faintly, shook his head at the fearful eyes of the crowd, and said, "Isn't this joke funny?"

Atre admitted that he did lack humor, at least in this different world!

"Bow!" With a snap of his fingers, Atre took a white silk scarf handed over by the waiter, wiped the blood on his hand, and returned to the bar and said, "The red wine produced in Bordeaux is more than a hundred years old. Thank you!"

Like an aristocratic gentleman, everything is so impeccable, as if he had done a trivial thing.

As a result, a meaningless dispute ended in this way, which surprised everyone.

It's still the bar, it's still the girl, but the wine in my hand has been changed, Bordeaux!

Atre drinks very slowly, and the tip of his tongue touches it gently, which makes the sense of taste ** feel the stimulation brought by the wine, which will always make his heart particularly quiet. Maybe he is not good at the upbringing of all ceremonial officers, but his own accumulated cultivation is enough to make people of the same age ashamed.

"Can you... tell me what it feels like to kill?" The girl may have summoned up all her life's courage and finally asked.

"It's like drinking, it always paralyzes people!" Atre said, "Kill one person to drink blood, kill thousands of people to drink bones, and slaughter tens of thousands of people to drink hatred. In my law of survival, there is no dignity. When you make everyone feel humble, who will blame you for your fault?

The girl was silent. She was afraid of the teenager's inner world, and the darkness made her unable to see any light penetration.

"Why? Why did you kill her?" After a long time, Yu Wei came out of shock, took the sharp sword in his hand, strode towards Atre, and asked Ling Ran.

The same is true of Jerok. The huge axe in his hand flashed with a speckled cold light, which was really scary.

"Because they have no meaning to survive!" Atre didn't look back, and everything was in his exquisite calculation.

Who do you think you are? Can you decide a person's life or death? The huge axe in Jerok's hand was pinched tighter, and his eyes were red. Everyone knew that by this time, the mountain dwarf was on the verge of madness.

Atre smiled faintly and cleverly provoked discord: "Jeroch, right? You said that if I go out from Mestin safely, and the Rose Mercenary Corps does not have the ability to find me, who will their hatred be transferred to? Is it still me? No, it's you! Have you ever thought about it? Can you rely on a newly formed mercenary regiment to fight with the Rose Mercenary Regiment?

Jerok hesitated. It turned out that no matter how stupid people are, they also have time to think, which is limited to how much.

"Jerok, he is our enemy now. Don't believe his lies. Do you know? His arrogance is a layer of needle-and-stitched tiger skin. As long as we tear off his tiger skin, he has nothing terrible about it. If you want, I will allied with your Jieju Mercenary Regiment and will never invade again. At the same time, the reward received in the mercenary union will be 30% of your mercenary regiment!" Yu Wei believes that there is no reason for Jerok to refuse such a powerful ** force.

However, she underestimated Atre's wisdom! It is terrible to underestimate a person's wisdom.

Atre turned his head and said with a smile, "Jeroch, think it out. How strong is the Rose Mercenary Regiment? What is your strength? Since she can't promise to keep me, she insists on pulling you. Can you see, cannon fodder? This is a very interesting term. I think it's very suitable for a stupid guy like you.

"Who said I was stupid? This kind of insidious hook me... Of course I can see it. Let's wait and see, brothers of the Jieju Mercenary Regiment, let's go!" Jerok shouted and had gone away with a group of mercenaries.

Atre sneered in his heart: "Now, it's your turn to deal with you, right? Hey hey, what do nobles play best? - Conspiracy!"