Ephas looked at his arm in disbelief, this arm that was as white and tender as a girl was cut with a dazzling blood mark at the moment, and the pain caused by the wound distorted the face of Epas, who had never suffered in his life.

His eyes were bloodshot with excessive rage, and Ephas now looked like an angry bull.

Unforgivable.

Looking at the humble Oriental slave girl in front of him, Eas's excessively angry voice seemed a little shrill and shrill in his voice:

"Unforgivable, you damned slave, I want you to die a miserable death at the hands of my hounds!"

The cicada held the dagger and pointed at Yfas with a frightened expression, this thing had just hurt the handsome, dashing duke's young son.

At that moment, the door to the room was kicked open.

"Who?"

Ephas glared angrily, only to find that the person who had kicked the door was someone he had never seen before.

The night didn't even look at Epas, and slowly walked in front of the cicada.

The appearance of the cicada is a little embarrassed, its clothes are disheveled, and its clothes that have been rudely torn apart are torn one after another, revealing its white, tender and smooth skin.

The supplies and money were not there, and it seemed that they had been lost on the way to the hijacking.

Cangye was a little irritable, he didn't care if the cicada was hurt other than life-threatening, what he cared about was the lost supplies and money.

The untouchables in front of him dared to ignore him, and Ephas had never suffered such a great disgrace, and when he immediately took out the scimitar from the chest at his feet and was about to swing it, the night swung it back without even looking back.

A heavy object fell to the ground, a cry of pain that seemed to be a girl, and two voices sounded at the same time.

After examining the cicada and finding that she had not received any fatal injuries, she left with her private property. However, at this moment, there were at least twenty or thirty people outside, each holding a scimitar, a short sword, and some even directly holding a strong crossbow, and the tip of the arrow was aimed at the night.

"Kill him! Kill this barbarian! ”

Ephas chased out of the room in annoyance, clutching his wrists and moaning, his eyes full of resentment and malice as he looked at the night and the cicada.

It's just a slave, what about private property, I'm the son of Duke Seleucus, one of the three archdukes of Antioch, and I have to hand it over honestly if I like your slave, is it really that Young Master Ben likes this slave very much?

Young Master Ephas's fetish Everyone present likes little girls, and many people present despise this, but they are helpless to be the young master of their own family.

The ballistamen is loaded and ready to pull the trigger......

"Stop."

The long figure walked from the other side of the hallway towards the periphery.

This is a middle-aged man with a very dignified sense, with a straight hooked nose, and his temples are a little white, the years have not left too many marks on his face, and his eyes are as sharp as a falcon.

"Your Excellency."

The soldiers then put away their weapons and knelt down on one knee to greet their master.

"Father...... Father. ”

Ephas looked a little frightened, not like a son's attitude towards his father, but like a wrong puppy looking pitifully at his master.

Duke Seleucid only glanced at his son lightly, then turned his head to look at the night, and His Excellency, who had always been known for his old-fashioned and strict manners, apologized to the night with a very standard aristocratic etiquette.

"It is a disgrace to the Seleucid family that my son has offended a respectable nobleman, Ephas."

The last words of the Duke were to his son, and Ephas looked blankly:

"Ah......h

However, without waiting for him to say anything, Duke Seleucid did not hesitate to slap his little son.

Ephas clutched his cheeks and looked at his father in disbelief, but soon a look of fear appeared on his face, and he hurriedly lowered his head to apologize to the night.

"Your Excellency Frankenstein, I have enjoyed your slave girl without your consent, and I, Ifate Seleucus, now extend my sincerest apologies to you, in the name of the entire Seleucid family."

After speaking, he bowed deeply to the night.

Frankenstein is the pseudonym of Night, and his name is engraved on the back of the collar around the neck of the cicada. And why Cheng Cangye is a nobleman, the reason lies in Cangye's arm.

The skin is too fair and has a delicate texture, and the veins and blood vessels are clearly visible, and it looks like flowing blue blood.

Another name for the nobility is the blue blood, which is as white as snow because it does not engage in manual labor, in order to distinguish itself from the commoners and slaves who do labor.

The aristocracy's obsession with the evidence of blue blood has reached a point bordering on religious fanaticism. You don't even need to have any coat of arms to prove yourself, as long as you roll up your sleeves and show your blue blood high, the best coat of arms is the best.

The nobility of the nobility immediately accepted Yphas's apology, as if intentionally or unintentionally reciprocating the other party with the etiquette of the Hessian nobles.

The Kingdom of Hesse is also one of the sixteen countries of the Blood Alliance, and after being defeated by the Roman Kingdom, most of the nobles went into exile, and received courtesies from other countries because of their status as nobles.

Duke Seleucid smiled:

"Such an apology does not correspond to your status as a nobleman, and now please accept the sincerest apologies of the Seleucid family, and please let me entertain Your Excellency on behalf of the royal family of Antioch."

The night could not understand the meaning of the Seleucid duke, but according to the aristocratic etiquette stored in the database, you must not refuse an invitation from another nobleman, or the other party will see your attitude as contempt and ridicule.

"Frankenstein thank Your Excellency for your kindness."

Nightshade reciprocated the duke's kindness.

……

In the next few days, the Duke of Seleucus invited Cangye to his fiefdom and entertained him with high etiquette, and the servants privately reasoned that even the royal family members had not received such a reception from the Duke, what kind of charm did this nobleman from Hesse have?

Cangye knew how his face would be affected, so after learning to disguise, he deliberately put on a plain-looking and at most handsome traditional Western Continent face.

During this period, the Duke of Seleucid also knocked on the side of the origin of the night. Night's devotion to the tragic history of the exiled aristocracy of Hesse is nothing more than the Romans attacking Hesse and destroying his homeland, which he escaped by training in a foreign country.

After hearing this, Duke Seleucid even squeezed out a few tears, gritted his teeth and said:

"The Romans are a bunch of madmen who break the rules of the aristocracy......"

After an unforgettable curse on the Romance Kingdom, the Duke of Seleucid stood up and comforted the night:

"Don't worry, kid, it'll all pass."

Child? Before he knew it, the Duke of Seleucid had already transferred himself from the position of equal to the position of elder, and condescendingly comforted Cangye.

This cozy attitude made Cangye feel uncomfortable, the hypocrisy of the human world was too disgusting, and Cangye preferred to speak with a sword.

"Poor boy, what are you going to do next?"

"Revenge."

Cangye suddenly spoke.

"I will repeat what the Romans did to Hesse in their bodies, and I will sacrifice to my god with the blood of all the Romans!"

"Poor boy, I wish I could help you."

The attitude of the Duke of Seleucid was still disgustingly hypocritical.

"If you don't dislike it, you can stay here and treat it like your home."

Finally, the Duke reveals his true purpose.

From the very beginning, he had taken a fancy to Cangye's extraordinary force, and he could single-handedly defeat the elite private soldiers he had raised, and if he used it well, it might not be a sharp sword.

Cangye quickly made a pros and cons analysis in his heart, looking at the sincere eyes of the Duke of Seleucus, Cangye nodded slowly:

"Then I'll trouble you."

"After some training, your basic skill [Speech] has been improved, and your points are +1."