Chapter 135 (1/2)

PS: I'm sorry to delete the post, I'm sorry ~ because seeing this kind of problem makes us more and more contradictory I just cut off the source of the topic. It's not that you said it badly I also think that a million yuan is a little distorted, but I'm sorry for the plot

PS1: Well Try to describe the new face of Camelot from a small angle. In addition, this volume is mainly about the development of the British Isles. Buffon pulled his backpack nervously, which he had done several times in ten minutes. His eyes could not help turning to his father, whose big palm full of calluses was also nervous and unstoppable The mud and calluses are rubbed off. My father wore a straw hat of turbula on his head, but he made it up by himself. When Buffon thought about it, he complained about him. Why did he come here all the way? Their farm is near Wangcheng, so it's bad to be a good knight.

, but reality is cruel after all. No matter how Buffon can resist the orders of dad, he can only compromise.

In fact, it's good here Buffon turned his head and looked to the left and right. There were many lovely girls, most of them from hongyeling, with a fresh and vigorous breath. Both braids and clothes were very beautiful. With that face, it seemed that there was no coincidence

Buffon thought that he was not so nervous.

All of a sudden, there was a noise in the crowd, and then the adults all fell on their knees, while the girls gave out a thrilling scream, which made Buffon think of the female civet in the forest behind the farm.

”What's the matter? What happened? ” Buffon was flustered and slapped heavily on the head.

”Fool, get down on your knees. It's the sage!” Dad's thick voice came.

A dizzy feeling hovered over his head, and Buffon quickly fell on the ground.

At this time, he found that the people nearby had already knelt on the ground. Some of them were half kneeling, which was the goal of Buffon's future struggle. While some people bowed and saluted. They were either knights or nobles, which Buffon could not expect.

The crowd scattered to make way for the road. The sound of the horse's hooves on the stone slowly came. Buffon could not help but looked up with curiosity.

The first thing to see is a pair of cold and merciless silver pupils.

The beautiful woman with short hair had a breath of no entry. When she saw that the owner of her eyes was a boy, she moved her eyes and looked at the silver and cold eyes in the crowd, as if to choose someone to eat.

Shivering at her eyes, Buffon quickly lowered his head, but with a fluke heart, Buffon raised his head again. This time he found the person he wanted to see.

It is as warm as the sun's eyes, green amber pupil with endless tenderness, long silver hair with the reflection of the sun, as if flashing silver, the whole person wearing a white robe holding a brass cane, but it is a good selling appearance.

Riding on a tall horse with white horns, he seemed to notice Buffon's eyes. He lowered his head and raised his hand to smile at him. Buffon's mind was full of fear. He just gave a silly smile and the sage had already rode by. Before he recovered, he was slapped on the head by his father. He could hear his voice subdued and roaring“ Fool, lower your head for me. Can you see the sage... ”

Buffon was quite unconvinced because he was beaten. Although he envied the sage's unique style, both of them were human beings. If he would fight against the enemy in the future, why could he not be a knight of the round table, the grand duke?