Chapter 4 Saxon [1]

At the peak of Warhammer Saxon's reputation, of course, it can't be when he is the principal now. He once guided the independence of the northern Slavs. It can be said that in the years more than ten years ago, the scenery was enviable. One hundred thousand troops instructed at will. How many people can experience the pleasure of waving Fang Yu? Since the establishment of the mainland Gregorian calendar, he has been a legend.

is different from Gang. Cole's green forest atmosphere is not as talented as that of Raft III. His characteristics are almost a model for all soldiers. He is cautious, decisive, brave, and creative. At that time, the battlefield IQ was almost unparalleled. The reason why the Slavs left there after the founding of the Northern Slavs left the country. It's not because he wants to retreat, but because he feels that blindly fighting can't really solve the problem. Although he hasn't found a suitable way to solve the problem so far, this old guy has really attracted the love of most people.

Even the sworn enemy of the Slavic Empire will not do anything to him. Respecting this kind of thing sometimes happens between rivals. That kind of pity must be that the vast majority of people will never meet in their lifetime.

Saxon, who is now 65 years old, may be his last destination for his teaching career in Portsmouth.

In the tower, the old man who looked at the gate from afar touched his beard hard, and his short white beard looked much more energetic. The whole person's spirit is also much heavier, and there is always a nobleness, which is divided into special parts.

The traditional northern national costume likes to embroider the sperm whale on his skirt. The old man drank a sip of tea, and the cow drank a whale and poured it randomly. Then he burped comfortably and laughed loudly, "Flaiming! Fleming! Son of a bitch, where did you bastard go again?!"

The roar almost overturned the roof. In the teacher's office downstairs, many teachers raised their heads, stared at the ceiling, and then looked at each other. They smiled and shook their heads, looking extremely happy. After this kind of thing happens often, it also makes them get used to it.

Then there was a tinkling sound from the corridor hovering up, followed by the sound of someone falling down, which added a little bit of ridictation. The cheerful atmosphere made the whole tower without the thick gray tone. Saxon patted the table and roared like a lion. His white beard thickly covered his chin, and his lips were very thick. Most of this appearance was on women, that is, extremely mean people, and on men, it was synonymous with integrity.

Judging from the past history, strange-looking guys like Saxon can always attract a lot of legends, so this appearance has become the exclusive appearance of heroes. It seems that most of the heroes are broad-mouthed and round-faced.

Fleming is a loyal servant of Saxon. He has served him for many years. He is a small middle-aged man who knows a lot of northern languages. It is not difficult for him to get almost the whole northern dialect. He also writes good words and acts as Saxon's personal secretary. More than half of the Saxon autobiographies over the years are listed by this middle-aged uncle.

There was another burst of ping-pong in the corridor. The teachers shrugged their shoulders and said, "Flaiming is really terrible!"

"Well, no matter who is instructed by the headmaster, he will be as tired as a dog."

"This metaphor is really good."

"Hey, I said, lower your voice, don't be heard by the headmaster."

Everyone covered their mouths and smiled secretly, as if they had done something sinister wrong, which was extremely obscene.

"I heard that a big man is coming to the college today?" Someone finally opened the chat and asked curiously.

"What a bullshit big man, he is just a hooligan leader."

"Well, if he is a hooligan leader, then I would also like to be a hooligan leader!"

"Who is it?" The guy who asked before was obviously eager to know the answer, so he asked curiously. The teachers beside him looked at him with a surprised expression, and then asked in surprise, "What?!! You don't know? He has been very famous recently. The Calcutta director visited him last time. This time, he was invited!"

"Then who the hell is he?" The questioner was about to be impatient. He said so much nonsense, but he didn't get to the point.

One or two old men with eyes leaned over and said, "To be honest, there hasn't been such a character for many years. I'm very optimistic about that guy!"

"Who the hell is it!" The questioner finally couldn't stand it and raised his voice to ask.

"Tiger. House, the owner of Tamsalu, is a new one. And it is said that he shuffled Tamsalu City three times with his own strength, and finally subdued all his opponents. He can be said to be the strongest guy in Tamsalu City in the past 30 years. The head of the Black Tiger Mercenary Regiment, it is said that this is still a mercenary regiment that is not registered in the mercenary union. This is really a messy guy. When some people speak, they are both envious and obviously surprised. That kind of longing and yearning is generally as ridiculous as students' yearning for the battlefield.

People often only care about the result and ignore the process of being irritable to the point of vomiting. This irresistible process is arduous and frustrating. How many people fell down in this process and finally became a peat, and there was no sound. Those who persisted have become real legends, known by more people, and become poems in the minstrels, making them the protagonists of history.

"My God! It's that madman!" The questioner blurted out, and then closed his mouth. The teachers around him smiled and patted him on the shoulder and said, "That's right. He is a madman, and he is a crazy and unbearable madman."

"At least His Majesty Raft III can't stand it!"

Someone said sarcastically.

"Hahahaha..."

Everyone burst into cheerful laughter, as if everything was a farce, which brought people extremely refreshing pleasure, just like prostitutes without giving money. From beginning to end, people's imagination of that man became a kind of happiness after dinner.

The most special thing is that if there was no small conflict at the beginning, maybe none of this would have happened.

So people are either grateful or hatefully talking about Count Carpathian. Many people think that the little daughter is just a fool with an infinitely close to zero IQ. If it hadn't been for the arrogant little daughter, she might not have forced the three bitches in Matsuba Village to leave Mustave, and there would be no three shuffles of Tamsalu, let alone a legend.

If you continue to imagine, there will be no crisis in the Narval region, and it won't let the Roma Empire send envoys to visit Narval thousands of miles away. In fact, nothing will happen.

Some people have secretly thought that if he is the emperor of the Roman Empire, he will teach Count Carpathians a little lesson anyway. Even if it is just anger, it is indeed a very file anyway. What people have done!

"Your mouth is so fucking vicious."

" Come on, pretending guy!"

So the office fell into a cheerful atmosphere again, where more people were discussing Tiger. House's deeds all feel that it is an extremely strange life. If you let yourself come once, you may have the excitement of this life.

Totti led the horses and walked ahead. He looked for a while and saw the queue at the gate of the college from afar. There were many people standing there. The carriage stopped in two rows. On the snow-white roof, a few expensive thick candles were lit. The drivers were sweating, and the horses were snorting. Sometimes he shakes his fluffy tail and drives away annoying bugs.

The nobles were calculating the time. Several obviously high-grade nobles took out the valuable silver pocket watches, jingled, opened the lid, and then said proudly, "Almost people are coming."

The feet of the band's command post were numb, but he cursed in his heart: Damn guy, he didn't obey the time so much.

And the aristocrats who flock together are thinking about something, as if it is an important thing, but they seem to be small-bellied. Finally, it makes people feel that these guys are still a little humane. At least the state of the market is also in the aristocracy. The crowded crowd looked at both ends of the street, and suddenly someone shouted, "Are they the more than a dozen people over there?"

"Bullshit! Lord, how can you only bring more than a dozen people here? Don't worry, I have already said hello to the gate officer. I will tell me as soon as I have any news!" The nobleman should be a low-class knight, but at this moment he is complacent, as if he is the smartest person, and the people around him look at him contemptuously.

Only those who are still sitting in the carriage are extremely calm in mood and temperament. These people should be real big shots.

Those carriages are well-made, and the horses do not have any color. They are purebred warm-blooded horses. There are nine golden bells hanging around the neck of the tall horses, and the towering pheasant tail hair is inserted on the top of the horse's cage, as if this is the phalanx of the pilgrimage, which is particularly eye-catching. All the folk beauties who want to catch Kaizi, and the daughters of businessmen are looking for a golden son-in-law there. Anyway, any person here can bring them, including their family, into the aristocratic circle, which is the real point.

However, unlike most people who are thinking about the crooked way, Boss Ma's way is generally proved by force. It is recognized through the super iron-blooded method, and on the surface, the effect is extremely good. At least all aspects here make him feel it. It's the condescending pleasure. He suddenly thought nonsense and felt that the reason why the emperors and kings of this world liked to be superior was nothing more than the desire to look down on the world and control everything in his hands.

The horse boss, riding a tall horse, looked at the crowd from afar, pointed to it from afar and said, "Why are there so many people there?"

Totti asked a man to go to explore. After a while, the servant came over and reported, "Your excellency, it seems to be some big shots in Portsmouth. They seem to be waiting for the adults."

Ma Hu was slightly stunned and said, "Wait for me? What are you waiting for me? I can't let their daughters get pregnant one by one.

Everyone laughed, and Totti said with a smile, "Head, I guess these guys want to share a little residue in Tamsalu, otherwise, they won't be so careful!"

Boss Ma nodded and smiled, "With these miscellaneous things, do you still want to drink and eat meat on my territory? Get the fuck out of here!"

"Hahahaha..." A group of bastards who followed Boss Ma laughed.

Listening to the laughter, several nobles who were close to him carefully observed the knight riding a black steed in the distance. When they looked at it, they felt familiar, which was similar to the Tiger on the reward order. House, isn't it exactly the same?

So several nobles exclaimed, "Tiger. The Lord of House is right there!"

The sound came out, and the crowd surged, making the people around them look sideways. When they heard that it was Tiger. House was extremely surprised and watched. Those big men in the carriage opened the curtains at the same time and looked slightly. They didn't have that kind of calmness. After all, in Portsmouth, it's really not easy for a city lord to visit. What's more, this city lord doesn't look so easy to serve!

"Band! The band! Son of a bitch! The band hasn't started playing yet--"

The roar of the master of ceremonies had the usual Saxon style. The people on the tower heard the music, and the noisy sound downstairs made the teachers poke their heads out and stare at the things downstairs.

In the aisle, a tall woman held a textbook, with a long and thin sword around her waist, and her slender legs took extremely precise steps. Then she stopped in the spiraling corridor, stood in the window at the door of the office, looked out, and then said to herself, "What kind of guy is coming? How can you have such a big position. "

"It's Tiger. House, that madman, has recently been awarded the title of Lord of Tamsalu by the Kingdom of Estonia. It won't be a long time before he will be knighted. The speaker was Calcutta. The guy's expression at this time was not at all impulsive and dull in Tamsalu. The beautiful woman did not turn her head, but said dissatisfiedly, "It is very rude to stand behind the lady and talk like this."

Calcutta rolled his eyes. Obviously, he was used to it. He said, "If you have seen that guy's behavior, you will know what rudeness is. It is simply a collection of rudeness manuals. It is definitely the most classic!"

The beauty didn't say much, but said calmly, "I still have a swordsmanship class in the afternoon. I can't talk about this kind of thing with you." After saying that, he walked past Calcutta coldly. The 38-year-old middle-aged man suddenly felt bored. He looked at the back of the beautiful woman and said, "My God, this woman is really getting more and more enchanting. Oh, my God, it seems that I have to practice my determination more.

Calcutta, who shook his head, walked downstairs, and on the top floor, Saxon, who probed his head, pinched a wine pot, and the flat silver wine pot didn't seem to contain much. Fleming, the servant beside him, was busy there and kept cleaning up. The ground was full of miscellaneous things and even overnight chopped chicken. Obviously, this legendary Mr. Saxon was also a very bad guy. Without Fleming, I'm afraid his life would still stay at the level of primitive people.

"Fuck, this boy's style is still very good. At least this group of idiots in Portsmouth still seem so calm when flies rush up!" Saxon commented on the roof, as if to characterize Boss Ma, but exclaimed, "Fuck, this bastard!"

There was a disturbance downstairs, and more than a dozen of Boss Ma's men pulled out their swords and marched neatly. Colleague Totti roared, "Get back! Get back to me! If you dare to move forward again, you will not be forgiven--"

The scene of drawing a knife is soaring. Once it is neatly stroked together, the lethality is really not covered.

And this effect is also obvious. Boss Ma is famous. Everyone knows that he is a murderous devil-level figure, better than a butcher. He is as cruel as an epic executioner, which is guaranteed to make people die.

The old and little foxes who are careful to drive the ship for ten thousand years know that this guy can't be judged by common sense, so they are waiting in front of them honestly. Many people look respectful, but they are a little less sincere.

Boss Ma pinched the whip on the horse's back and was condescending. He was extraordinarily arrogant and domineering. He shouted, "I said, are you all here to wait for me?"

The question at the level of the bandit level is absolutely shocking. The Saxon on the tower suddenly laughed, pointed to the boss Ma in the distance and said to himself, "Hahahaha, this bastard is really the same as always. It's exactly the legend. No wonder Raft III has to win over. Sure enough, there is some strength, with this. The momentum has to be awe-inspiring!"

"Welcome...Welcome Tiger. The Lord of House is coming to Portsmouth!"

Some people don't know how to deal with this rude question, but they still shout the welcome slogan just like the pre-rehearsal.

Boss Ma couldn't laugh or cry, and said to himself: It's really the same everywhere. These guys are all virtuous!

Ma Hu patted the horse's neck, and the black horse moved forward slowly. The whip suddenly waved in mid-air, with two cracks, resounding through the whole street. Almost everyone saw the guy waving the whip. It turned out that this guy who was more arrogant than the bandits was the legendary Tiger. House, it's really tough and terrible. Such a person is really speechless.

"Welcome Tiger. The Lord of House is coming to Portsmouth!"

Welcome! Welcome! A warm welcome!"

Boss Ma was speechless for a while and said to Ruth, who was still surprised, "Do you see? Is this what you call a nobleman?"