Chapter 141 (2/2)

However, kamocchi is not an ordinary person. He has not danced with his own guide. How can he give up the first dance in his life to others!

kamok brutally rejected the five princesses of the innocent, ”sorry, I can't dance.”

”It's OK. I'll teach you.” Nemel said that he wanted to hold the hand of kamocchi, but he didn't expect to be dodged by him.

”Thank you for your kindness, but my guide will teach me, so I won't bother Princess five. I have something else to do, so I'll leave. ” With that, kamocchio turned away from the party without looking at nemel, who was crying.

The place where camucci was there was always the most concentrated place. The process of camucci's refusal to be the dancing partner of the fifth princess was fully observed by the people present. For a moment, the people present were surprised that camucci would refuse such a lovely girl, or gloated at the rejection of nemel, and the women who were robbed of the limelight by her felt very happy, It's so comfortable.

”What a pity to Shao Yu.

Buck was not surprised when he saw kamocchio refuse the fifth princess. Without Xi zhaoyue, kamocchio was still as good as a jade, isolating those admirers from three meters away, let alone having Xi zhaoyue, he was afraid that he would not like to take a look at those women.

”The men of our empire are loyal to their wives.” Buck laughed.

Long Yu was stunned, and then he also laughed, ”I thought it was Xi zhaoyue who was too beautiful. Major general kamoji didn't like other women any more.”

The light in Buck's eyes flashed by. ”Sister in law is beautiful.”

Long Yu flashed Xi zhaoyue's Lian in his mind and nodded, ”it's really beautiful.”

Nemel, who was rejected, had the same smile on her face and watched kamocchi leave. Until kamocchio's figure disappeared in her sight, she turned and walked back to the center of the banquet hall.

”Well, don't be sad, er. That's how carmochi is. He's cold and heartless. Everyone's used to it.” A man approached nemel and looked at nemel anxiously. His voice was full of discontent with kamocchi.

”Seth, don't say that, major general. He's just more serious.” Nemel did not agree, her delicate brow frowned slightly, and looked very lovable.

”I don't say, I don't say.” Sete repeatedly admit mistakes, want to reach out to smooth the creases between the girl's eyebrows, but afraid of abrupt beauty. Looking at his silly appearance, nemel laughed. ”Set, you're so cute.”

Seth grinned, a little reluctant.

”Seth, do you think I'm useless? I can't help my father, the emperor and my mother. Even if I can't be a sentry, I'd better be a guide. In this way, we can get married and get allies for the royal family. The royal family will not be in such an awkward position as it is now.” Nemel had a bitter little face.

”No, er, you are the best. Those guides are not even one percent of you.” Said Seth, looking into nemel's eyes.

Nemel was almost melted by the blazing heat in young people's eyes. Only when she thought of that powerful man, could she be worthy of nemel.”Seth, you're going to make me happy. But don't say that again. It will offend the guide of the whole empire. Who are you going to make a contract with them Nemel half joked.

”I don't make a bond with anyone else, I -” Seth explained in a flustered look.

”Seth!” Nemel interrupted, grimacing, looking at Seth. ”Let's go dance.”

”Ah, good.” Seth was dragged into the dance floor by nemel.

The second day after the arrival of the League mission, they proposed to visit the Imperial military academy. All the students of the League were eager to have a fight before the friendly competition.

Especially after visiting the Imperial College, the League mission immediately asked for the start of the friendship match this morning.

The guests all said that. The Empire, as the host, naturally had no reason for stage fright. They immediately agreed to the league's request and set the friendly match as the third day.

The friendly competition is conducted in the form of group competition. The venue is set at the largest test ground of the military headquarters. There are the largest primeval forest of the Empire. There are two teams of the league and the Empire. Whoever goes through the forest first and finds the task card put in the forest will win.

The game is direct and brutal, allowing all kinds of sneak attacks, regardless of casualties.

It can be said that the three glyphs of ”friendship match” are in vain. Once they enter the competition, the other party will never hesitate to die.

in order to avoid the entry of non student sentinels, the participants need advanced bone age testing, and the requirement is not to exceed twenty-two years old.

This is the first ”friendship match” between the Empire and the league in a hundred years. The people of both countries attach great importance to it. Not only the Empire, but also the league has broadcast the match live on its own satellite network.

There are ten students from each side of the competition. Each participant on the imperial side is a sentinel, with a grade. Two of them have reached the critical point of breakthrough. They can only break through to the s level with one foot in front of the door. However, 99% of the participants are blocked out.

The strength of the students participating in the league is not much different from that of the Empire, and they are all class a sentinels.

”Do you see anything? What are our chances of winning? ” Barker asked.

Kamocchi frowned, and there was a bad premonition in his heart, ”the other party's No.8 student has a strange smell, it doesn't look like A-level.”

Buck's heart rose, and he looked at number 8 in a hurry, ”is there something strange? Why don't I see it? ”

”I hope my intuition went wrong.” He said so, but his face was solemn.

Buck's whole person is not good. The senior sentry's intuition can't be easily wrong. Isn't that 8 really A-class sentry? It's not a class. What's that? S grade?

No way!

Carmozzi didn't reach the s grade in school.

Buck shook his head and threw the absurd idea out of his mind.

However, it turned out to be a slap in the face. The No. 8 was indeed an S-class sentry, and this game almost became his personal show. From the beginning of the competition, the poor imperial students were crushed to the ground and lost miserably, four dead and six seriously injured.