Dominate the world in three weeks?

Tired of waiting, Terrence simply talked to the little prince who still didn't understand his tragic fate.

He propped his cheek and asked, "Good day, Your Royal Highness, you asked me to know you, so do you know who I am?"

"what?"

Joey Abant was still angry, and couldn't react for a while when he heard Terrence's question.

Terrence did not feel unhappy this time, but said with a good temper: "Your Highness, my name is Terrence Heyman Aldret. Although the family is not as famous as the royal family, you should have heard of it."

Joey Abant didn't know why, he thought that the black-haired boy was offending him intentionally, snorted, and said, "I don't care what your name is, you should apologize to me if you offended me. Our honor of Abant cannot tolerate Offended by an inferior."

Terrence almost wanted to sigh.A young man standing behind Prince Joy finally took a step forward and whispered in the little prince's ear, "Your Highness, your Excellency is the Duke of Aldret of the Shaninpel Empire. Although he does not have a royal surname, he is But a member of the royal family with status."

Not only has status, but the candidate for the next king is one of them.Although Joey was a prince, he was at the bottom of the line of succession and was thrown to the enemy country alone. Compared with this duke, he really couldn't bear face.

After listening to the follower's explanation, Joey couldn't hear what he meant at all.Moreover, Joey really remembered something, and said with a disdainful expression: "That bastard mixed with the blood of the traitor Xilan? It's just a waste that our Abant's subordinates don't want!"

Joy Abant's statement is actually the most widely circulated statement among the nobles in Abant's country.This warlike and arrogant nation has always liked to despise opponents in every detail, from force to culture, from tradition to the future.But like Joey speaking out in the enemy's territory and in front of the enemy so openly, Terrence guessed that the little prince probably only inherited King Abant's aggressive and aggressive ability, and forgot to put more effort into concealment and affectation.

While straightforwardness was a trait Terrence favored, he didn't like a guy as straightforward as Joey Abant, who was so vicious.He said: "How do I remember the battle in Sealand that year? It was because Abant insisted on taking back the independent Sealand, which forced Sealand to seek help from Sanin Pyle. This ugly look is like It’s like the dragon who robbed the princess and was defeated by the prince. Your Highness should have heard such a story, right?”

There was a smile on the corner of Terrence's mouth: "In this way, I am a descendant of a prince and a princess, but you are a descendant of a dragon. It is better to say the words to comfort yourself for failure in your country. Everyone in the world knows how to shout, but Abant is the one who is ashamed."

Songbird shook its feathers and joined in the fun: "Idiot! Idiot!"

Because of Joey's previous yelling, a bunch of people had already gathered around here, and they burst out laughing immediately when they heard Terrence's words—they were all subjects of Shaninpel, and they hated and hated Abant It's almost innate.

But Prince Joey's face was flushed by Terrence's anger, his brain was buzzing, and he finally abandoned the verbal dispute and picked up Abant's fine tradition of fighting.The elemental magic that the little prince is good at matches with his irritable temperament. A few fire lights gradually danced and formed in the air, turning into a blazing fireball, which dragged its tail and shot towards Terrence.

A blue light flashed in Terrence's eyes, and steam gathered around him - but the presence of a man interrupted Terrence's spell.

The body of the slender sword was entwined with fighting energy visible to the naked eye, split several fireballs in half, turned into thin elements and dissipated in the air.The other fish that slipped through the net was slapped away by the scabbard, heading towards Joey's honey-colored face.

Joey was taken aback by this sudden turn of events, and forgot how to deal with it except screaming. The fireball was less than half a meter away from his face.The two teenagers following behind him were both low-talented warriors, and they were helpless in the face of the galloping fireball.Seeing that Abant's little prince was in danger of being disfigured as soon as he set foot on the territory of Saninpel, a water net finally blocked him.The crocodile, which seemed to be waiting for food, suddenly closed its mouth, and the water net wrapped the fireball inside. The flame dangled and became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared in the water.

"Lancer."

Terrence had already stood at the door of the pavilion, looking at the blond knight who hadn't put away his weapon.

There was no expression on his face, causing Lancer, who had made a decision privately, to be at a loss.But the blond knight still put the sword into the scabbard and walked up to Terrence.

"Don't kneel."

Terrence glanced at the crowd who hadn't dispersed, and said in a low voice.

"Yes."

Lancer retracted his slightly bent right leg, walked a few more steps, and stood beside Terrence.

Terrence asked: "What are you doing here? Let me tell you, there is no way for those who are not students to stay."

"Yes, but the teacher's words are fine..." Lancer said, noticing Terrence's wide eyes, coughed, and continued: "I mean, I submitted an application to the Warrior Guild—— You know, if the ability reaches level nine, you can apply for a teaching assistant."

"I don't know anything about this! You bastard!" Terrence said through gritted teeth.

"...a surprise?" Lancer explained, "I have already been admitted, master. Even if you want to drive me back, my job will not allow it. You see, the school is so dangerous, how can I rest assured that you are alone. "

——No, there can be no more idiots like that little prince.You have no right to stop those who really want to teach me a lesson.

Terrence thought silently.But the matter has come to this point, it is useless to say these things, he glared at Lanser, and said: "Next time, if you make up your own mind, I will hang you to the gate of Aldret."

"It's your dignity that's lost, my master...I mean, there will never be a next time."

Terrence almost wanted to sigh loudly, probably his loose attitude was too obvious, Lancer finally changed his cautious look before, and now he can talk back to him, hell!

But when accusing the blond knight, Terrence, as the master, can put away the leaked smile of Lancer who came here because of "self-assertion", and it will probably be more righteous.

Prince Joey, who wanted to be provocative but was frightened instead, hadn't woken up yet. His attendants were worried that something would happen to the little prince, so they hurriedly took him away.Terrence noticed their backs and raised the corners of his lips slightly.

The little prince's insult just now was actually an opportunity for Terrence to take advantage of.The issue of his Sealand lineage has recently been used by Duke Pacino's faction as a reason to question his heir status. In the tense situation, such rhetoric is fatal. After a while, Duke Pacino will make this It will get worse if this kind of talk spreads among the people.

His language, his attitude towards Joey Abant is the best counterattack to eliminate this public opinion.

It didn't take long for Borg to rush over with his things, and he was also taken aback when he saw Lancer.But with Lancer taking over, Borg got up and returned, and Lancer brought Terrence to the residence.

The noble's dormitory area is in the middle of a forest. The forest that has just snowed is covered with white snow, and icicles hang down on the branches, which looks very interesting.But in the coming spring, it will definitely be more beautiful here.

Different from the crowded rooms for four people in the civilian area, the house owned by the nobles is a villa with a huge area. Every student who lives in has a single room with a bathroom and a small living room.On the first floor, there is a restaurant offering exquisite dishes, and a tea room for the little nobles to connect with each other.The difference between the sky and the earth is naturally a huge difference in the cost of accommodation.

Lancer helped Terrence move the salute to his room—it was called a salute, because the noble dormitories were all available, so the so-called salute was just things and some clothes issued by the school.Most of the salutes on the carriage belonged to Angus, but at that time the blond boy was immersed in the beautiful imagination of the future, so he didn't notice it.

The blond knight looked around the elegantly and comfortably furnished room, and said, "Although it's relatively small, it's fine for a school. It's no problem for me to live with you in such a big place."

"Stop joking, go back to your dormitory."

"But master, you need my help every time you take a bath, and even the maid takes care of your clothes. How can you do your daily life alone?"

Terrence was sitting on the sofa, the stove in the room was burning hot, and the temperature was moderate. He had already taken off the cloak on his body, and when he heard Lancer's words, he rolled his eyes at him: "Am I a three-year-old child?" ? Without a servant by my side, I can handle everything by myself, you are too worried."

"Okay, master" Lancer replied, his face didn't change, but his tone was a little disappointed. "If you need me in the evening shower, I'll be here. You have my communicator."

"That's impossible." Terrence directly refused, and said, "Don't call me master in school from now on - this method will make me stand out from the crowd, and I still want to have a quieter life."

——But your identity and appearance have nothing to do with Tranquility.

Lancer couldn't help thinking in his heart.

But on the surface, he still echoed and asked: "Then what should I call you?"

"Call your name, or Your Excellency... Anyway, don't be the master or the young master."

Lanser paused, and asked tentatively, "Then...Terrence?"

For some reason, the string of syllables spit out from the mouth of the blond knight made the corner of the little duke's eyes twitch.

— This guy has a damn good voice.

Terrence thought so, and then threw the pillow beside him: "I want you to call me Aldret, you bastard!"

The author has something to say: Thank you, Mr. Xilou, for your landmines, okay!

I originally wanted to say that it is not a dream to have a small black house to update 3 a night... (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻ [-] a night is considered wool, and an hour to update the text is really stunning ＿(: [-]∠)＿ So tired, this is the [-]th or [-]th update, I would rather ejaculate early than impotence, okay, *do you know qaq