As the voice sounded, a slender and tall figure stepped out of the Kathran Palace.

All eyes looked over.

The black Martin boots stepped on the ground, step by step as if stepping on the tip of a person's heart, and walked out of the noble momentum of ascending the throne and the courtiers.

Click, click, click.

The beautiful woman was no longer dressed in a pure black court dress, but in a knight's attire.

The collar and cuffs of the white shirt are lace, embroidered with gold threads with delicate and intricate patterns, and a black silk vest is worn on the outside.

The legs were slender and straight, the trouser legs were tucked into black boots, and the steps were steady and imposing.

Gorgeous and seductive, long burgundy hair, tied up at the back of her head, tucked away in the knight's hat.

The two black bridles of the knight's hat are buckled at the end of the delicate chin, revealing red lips.

Beautiful and heroic.

In her slender hand, she is also holding a well-behaved little boy with delicate and beautiful facial features.

The two of them didn't look like they were about to go to the dangerous holy mountain to slay dragons, but like they were going out on a spring outing.

Just now, a few people who made a sarcastic voice suddenly closed their mouths when they saw the woman who appeared in front of them in a knightly costume that was less charming and more heroic.

The king smiled and greeted, "Miss Frances." ”

"Your Majesty, Frances is late." Fenghua said lightly.

"Miss Frances, what a big shelf, let's wait for you with His Majesty the King." In the crowd, someone said something weird.

Fenghua didn't even give him a look, and a sentence blocked the mouths of the crowd, which can be regarded as an explanation to King Katheran in disguise, "There is no knight's suit suitable for me in the palace, and the tailors rushed to make it overnight, and they only sent it over not long ago." ”

The king was eager to save the girl, and felt that Fenghua was late, so he naturally would not hold on to this.

The man was bored with himself, and he looked at the scenery horizontally and vertically, and when he set off, he passed by her and snorted coldly: "When the time comes, you will be captured by the evil dragon, but don't expect anyone to save you." ”

Fenghua: Oh.

Noble, cold, looking at the sky.

He didn't even give the man a look.

Although Her Majesty is disdainful of some people and is too lazy to pay attention to them, she has been treated as hostile like this by others without doing anything, and she can't help but feel a little depressed in her heart.

Fenghua asked, "Bethel, am I really so unlikeable?" ”

There was not a trace of self-pity in her tone, just a very calm and ordinary question.

Even the lips are faintly upturned, red as blood, and the arc is beautiful.

The corners of the eyes, eyebrows, and lips have a slight nonchalant taste.

Bethel lowered her long eyelashes, and after a moment, she replied, "No." ”

The elf repeated softly, "No." Mistress Frances is the best person in the world, and no one hates Mistress Francis. ”

At least

In Bethel's heart.

"Ding! The target character, Bethel, has a friendship of 5 and a strategy completion of 65!"

……

Riding horses and knights' boots on pedals, the group left the palace of Kathran and headed for the holy mountain where the evil dragon swirled.

The foal was too slow, and Fenghua picked up Bethel and sat him down in front of him, and the two rode together, walking slowly and leisurely at the back.