This Cheat Is Too Much

This Cheat Is Too Much Chapter 54

Avril reached for his cheek and thought about Hans' mount.

It seems to be a purebred northern grassland horse. It is indeed a very valuable species, and the coat color should have undergone several generations of selection and bloodline purification. Only the top nobles can buy this type of horse. Affordable, it is indeed not like what a child of a declining noble can have. Is what Hans said true?

When she began to think about how to use this relationship to fish everyone out, Byrne curiously approached Hans and asked, "Lord Commander, why did the lady count give you a horse? ?"

hearing this, the bearded cousin's bushy eyebrows furrowed, and he scratched his head in confusion.

“I don’t know this very well. She gave me the horse last June. I slept soundly at home that day, and suddenly heard the sound of a horse at the door in the middle of the night.

I just opened the door and went out and took a look, Mrs Pomona was standing at the door on a horse and looking at me and laughing, then she jumped off the horse and bit me in the face, blew into my ears, and touched my butt with her hands Touching and touching, saying that she is all mine, I can do whatever I want..."

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As if a thunderous ka-cha smashed into everyone's heads, Avril corner of the mouth twitched, and Byrne asked in shock: "Commander!...What you said...all Is it true?"

The bearded cousin gave him a dissatisfied look, what I said was perfectly clear, why do you still doubt me?

"Of course it's true! What did I lie to you for? Although Mrs. Pomona ignored me after that day, she looked angry every time she met, but she gave away such an expensive horse. I am, shouldn't she really hate me?"

The young Knights looked at each other in blank dismay, and the nearest Bourne leaned in covertly, stretched out his elbow and turned The rib of the bearded cousin asked the question that everyone wanted to know with a strange look on his face.

"Lord Commander, wasn't that night... not very... harmonious?"

"Harmony? What harmony?"

"Just... After that marquise and you stole... and stayed at your place..."

The bearded cousin strangely said: "What are you kidding? She is the marquise, how could I let her stay there? "

Bourne, as if was struck by lightning, said in a trembling voice: "You didn't steal...stay overnight? But...but she made it so obvious, you can do whatever you want!"

Hans frowned, looking at him like a fool. "Yeah, so I asked for her horse. She's got a set of pajamas all over her except for the horse, you mean I should take the pajamas too? But I can ride the horse, her pajamas I can't wear it anymore, what do I want her pajamas for?"

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Everyone in the tent made the same expression, as if the whole outlook on life had been completely destroyed.

Avril corner of the mouth twitched, covering his face feebly, the distance from Vankin's house to Marquis Gilbert's house... It would take half an hour to ride a horse.

He was full of joy and even came to find his lover in the ashes, but not only was he turned away, but he had to walk a dozen or more li home on foot. If I was brought out by William like this, I am afraid that I would have killed him on the spot. Hans can live to this day, either because of true love, or because the lady's mind and her bear circle have reached a level...

Byrne leaned over with a look of disbelief, put his hand on Hans' shoulder, and said with a full face: "Lord Commander...I take the liberty to ask, do you know how the child was born?"

Hans was amused by his question, laughed: "Of course I know, my mother told me when I was a kid that after a man and a woman get married, they go to the backyard to plant a multi-seed tree, and it takes a year. Then a crane will come with a child in its mouth."

Under everyone's complicated eyes,

he put his arms around Byrne's neck. "Hahaha! You don't even know this, do you? By the way, do you know what a man and a woman do on a wedding night? My mother said..."

...

" Enough!" Unable to listen, Avril covered his forehead, loudly shouted to stop his self-destructing behavior, and then forcibly controlled his emotions, patted Hans's shoulder with a strange expression.

"Hans! William's last hope is up to you. Let's talk to the guard at the gate and see if we can see the marquise. If possible, we'd better give it to the marquise too. Send a message."

The young Knights were nodded with some inexplicable thoughts, and they walked over one by one and whispered:

"Lord Commander! It's up to you!"

"Come on, Lord Commander, fulfill your vows just now!"

"Yes, go to that old Marquis Gilbert..."

At this time , There were suddenly surprised voices from the guards outside the camp.

"Marquise, why are you here?"

"en." An indifferent female voice sounded, along with a dull physical blow.

"Madam, what are you doing? Here is the queen. We are here under the orders of the Marquis, you can't..." As if the woman had done something, the voices of the guards became a little anxious.

"fuck off!" A series of drum-like muffled sounds came, accompanied by a series of muffled hums.

The felt cloth at the entrance of the tent was rudely lifted for the third time, and a tall woman in an azure dress smashed the guard at the entrance with a punch and strode in.

She looked around and saw the big beard covered in dust at a glance, as if she was about to get revenge, and grinned happily.

“Hans?”

The bearded man stood up quickly, scratching his head in embarrassment. "Bo... Mrs. Pomona."

When the two looked at each other silently, Avril carefully looked at the woman who came in. Although she had met a few times before, she was also the head A careful observation of the marquise of this famous royal capital.

Pomona looked less than thirty years old, with a wheat-colored goose egg face, a pair of beautiful eyes looking forward to life, light brown curly hair hanging down on her shoulders, and her body was curvaceous, as if inserted in The peony in the golden vase is as gorgeous and graceful as the peony. She is a beautiful woman with great charm, not to mention the size that makes all women envy...

"I have seen the queen Your Majesty."

The broad-minded Marchioness glared at Hans, then put away her aggressive look, and reached out to lift the corners of her skirt to behave like a noblewoman.

However, before Avril could return the salute, she straightened up and said with a slightly red face, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I have something to do with your Commander Knight, if you If you don't mind..."

Avril looked oddly laughed, spread out his right hand and pointed at Hans, indicating that the guy is yours, if you want to kill or slash you, please.

The Marchioness was laughtered badly, and then picked up a 200-pound beard with one hand and forcibly dragged the person out of the tent despite his struggles. There were faint voices from outside the tent.

"Hey? What's wrong with these people? Ah, don't drag me, I can go by myself! By the way, the queen wants me to give your daughter a message."

"Okay. Ah, what are you talking about?"

"Uh...she hasn't said anything yet, you let me go first, I'll go back and ask her."

"Don't ask, I know What are you talking about, put your mouth close to me and I'll tell you quietly."

"Ah...huh?"

After the two's voices faded away, Avril chuckled. With a sound, he stepped out of the tent.

As expected, no guards came out to intercept her, and there were more than 20 people lying at the entrance of the tent, including two Second Rank professionals, but they were all lying unconscious on the ground.

Byrne followed her out of the tent, staring blankly at the guard who was lying on the ground.

"Queen Your Majesty, there are more than a dozen professionals, and there are two Iron Guards of Second Rank, how can you let people down without even humming? That lady So fierce!"

Avril laughed, or else how could she really love Hans, a Second Rank iron-clad Knight without a horse, if the lady wanted to, I'm afraid it could be done in minutes Hammer him to death.

"Yeah, that lady is really difficult to deal with. She usually haunts the prom theater, but only occasionally does some exercises, and she can actually become the third rank Battlemaster. Some people are really impressed.

The favor of the gods."

Avril stretched out his hand to build a pergola in front of him, looked around on his toes, and found a royal flag hanging diagonally above an abandoned camp in the south.

The somewhat dilapidated flag was fluttering against the wind in the afterglow of the setting sun, torn by the cool evening breeze.

Avril turned his head and looked towards the large tent in the middle of the barracks. The royal flag that should have been flying on it was long gone, replaced by a private flag embroidered with the Marquis Gilbert family crest.

The smile on Queen Your Majesty's face gradually faded, and she took the horse tied to the door and stepped on it vigorously.

"Everyone on the horse, it's time to take back what belongs to me!"