I take the witch with me to conquer the world

Ashborn breathed a long sigh of relief and leaned back on his seat. His eyes were filled with joy, and he was glad that he could survive for a while longer. But he didn't have time to rejoice. He had to consider that after the sudden appearance of the man was defeated by the soldiers, he would have to face such a choice again. So how would he deal with it this time? You can't expect the same person to interrupt again...

Besides, there are already people who can't resist the temptation... Ashburn glanced at the noble who just spoke. He remembered that this noble was a new noble named Evan, and he was not an extraordinary person, so for this It's normal to have strong impulses.

Regarding Evan's words, he did not believe that others did not hear them. Even those nobles who were not extraordinary people might have heard Evan's words because of the sudden movement in the arena just now, but he believed that 'Angus' and You Mr. Risis and those extraordinary beings must have heard it.

Ashbourne was in a dark mood. In order to prevent 'Angus' from taking the opportunity to talk about this matter, he wanted to change the subject, and the strange person who suddenly appeared on the field was a good topic. So he said: "I think this person who suddenly appeared is not an easy person to get along with. I think you think so too, Dylan."

Dylan, who had already sat back on the chair, heard this and saw Axiburn winking at him. He instantly understood and continued: "That's natural. This man didn't show any face, but he gave people an indescribable feeling. The handsomeness is really weird. ”

Dylan's words were very stiff, but Ashborn didn't care. His eyes could convey very little information, not to mention that he and Dylan were not familiar with each other, they could only be described as acquaintances. So he is already happy that Dylan can recover himself, and it doesn't matter whether he cooperates with him or not.

But judging from this sentence, Dylan still hasn't wavered, which is good news. I just don’t know what Mr. Gener is thinking... Ashburn thought, looking at the last combat noble who was a transcendent at the table.

As if feeling Ahibon's gaze, Gena turned his head to look at his colleague and gave him a friendly smile.

I can't see through it. Ashbourne had a headache. This Mr. Gener was not an old nobleman, so he didn't know much.

As an old nobleman, Ashbourne didn't think much of this group of new nobles. At the same time, he didn't like the regulations set by the old emperor, which allowed money to be exchanged for titles. However, His Majesty the Old Emperor still has a bottom line. These purchased titles do not have fiefs, but they can only participate in local management after being enfeoffed.

But to think about it another way, the old emperor also became mature with age and relied on his title in exchange for money. Then, although the new nobles without fiefs have the right to participate in local management, they still have to look at the faces of the old nobles. At the same time, the new aristocrats want to gain profits and have to fight with the old aristocrats.

But this charter really brought a lot of money to the old emperor. After Ashbourne learned about this from his father, he only felt that the new nobles were a bunch of idiots.

"Don't worry, Mr. Ulysses' divine power will tell this sudden appearance of the gentleman how stupid his actions are." Prisya raised the corners of his mouth slightly, pretending to be arrogant, and at the same time looked at Ya from the corner of his eyes. Seaborn.

He was a little annoyed. Mr. Ulysses was too strong and he couldn't experience their emotions at all, and he couldn't see the angry look of these nobles. All he could feel was the feeling of powerlessness, which Presia didn't want to see. This was not the feeling he wanted!

But now that the matter has come to this, there is no way he can point the finger at Mr. Ulysses, right? This is ridiculous...and those stupid nobles will just sit back and watch. Presia curled her lips, this time it was too boring, I really don’t know what Mr. Ulysses was thinking.

……

In the arena, the handsome man with his face covered did not hold a weapon and fought with the alienated soldiers with his bare hands. The knights thought that this man who suddenly came to support would not last long. After all, this man attracted the attention of the soldiers as soon as he appeared. Several of them ignored their original enemies and rushed towards him blankly.

So the knights worked together to deal with their enemies, hoping to help this reckless but well-intentioned person before the enemies were resurrected.

But their actions were stopped by Lewan. Under their puzzled looks, Lewan said calmly: "Retreat quickly while this gentleman buys us time."

The knights instinctively wanted to refute, to refuse. But they heard a short sentence: "Leave..."

The knights were stunned for a moment, and then they immediately realized that it was the man whose face was invisible but who made people think he was a handsome man speaking.

"This gentleman has already spoken. I don't think you will refuse this gentleman's kindness." Lewan took the opportunity to add that she didn't want to get too entangled with this group of enemies. The devil hiding in the secret must be waiting for her. The magic power is exhausted. And without their own support, most of these people would be unable to resist the alienated soldiers. To exaggerate a bit, Correll may even die.

As their temporary leader, I am responsible for their lives. But... Fang Sheng...

Lewan was still a little entangled. She wanted to help Fang Sheng, but she couldn't bring this group of people to help, and regarded their lives as nothing. Even if their mission is to rescue Fang Sheng.

Lewan, who was feeling a little irritable, looked around and looked at the silent crowd. She raised her eyebrows and said directly: "What are you still hesitating about? Leave now!" After her words fell, she walked towards the door.

But before leaving, Le Wan sincerely added a buff that continuously restored blood and strengthened the body to the somewhat familiar man, which could be regarded as a small repayment of this guy's kindness for drawing his sword to help him when he saw injustice.

Although the man had his back to Lewan and others, his transcendent senses still allowed him to notice that the large light source was far away from him. At the same time, he also felt that his body became a little stronger.

"Huh~" The man breathed out slowly, a look of relief on his cold face. Then, tiny pink flames appeared on his hands, and a delicious and strong aura began to fill around him.

Ha... Witch, come on, you must find the first generation Crown Prince. Roland's thoughts fell, and then he devoted himself to the battle. Both feet were firmly rooted in the earth, and the muscles throughout the body were tense.

The next moment, with all the strength in his body, he quickly punched and punched upwards. With one punch, the soldiers rushing forward were directly hit and exploded. At the same time, the tiny flames on Roland's arms also climbed onto the ashes and began to burn violently.