Give the Arkworld a little Axis shock

Hearing Chuan Qiong's words, everyone in the Linguang family was stunned.

After all, they had heard of capitalist countries and monarchical centralized countries, but this was the first time they had heard of a country where the people were the masters of the country.

"The people are the main body of the country and the masters of the country."

"That sounds wonderful."

"Kazdel is indeed a very beautiful country. After this matter is over, you can all come with me to visit Kazdel."

Hearing her sister's words, Margaret immediately nodded in agreement.

But just as he finished speaking, a voice full of majesty rang out in the yard.

“Kazdel?”

"grandfather?!"

Turning around, she saw the man wearing a conical hat, a shirt, and holding a fishing rod in his hand, as if he had just come back from fishing. Margaret's face immediately darkened.

The reason she was deported in the first place was because the old man was terminally ill.

At that time, Margaret cried all night beside the other person's bed.

Originally, Margaret thought that the old man would be buried immediately after she left.

But when she saw the other person's appearance today, Margaret realized that she seemed to have been played before.

"Is there nothing you want to tell me?"

Seeing Margaret's dark face, Old Linguang remembered the play he had performed in order to let his granddaughter go out for training.

He coughed quickly and pretended to be weak.

Seeing his grandfather's unreliable appearance, Lin Guang took several deep breaths and resisted the urge to teach him a lesson.

"Alright, stop pretending. We Axis believers can sense the life force of others. In my eyes, Grandpa, your life force is even stronger than Maria's. If nothing unexpected happens, you'll probably die in a few decades!"

"Axis? That's the religion that's been making a lot of noise lately, right? Looks like my decision to let you go was the right one after all."

Seeing that his granddaughter wanted to teach him a lesson, Lao Linguang gave up his plan to continue pretending.

"But Margaret, I think you need to seriously consider joining Kazdel!"

Lao Linguang has no prejudice against the Sarkaz race. Instead, he admires them very much.

After all, the scavengers led by the Patriot left a very deep impression on him on the battlefield, and as a soldier, he also admired them very much.

But Kazdel is in too much chaos right now.

Not only the Scar Market, but also the Kazdel Military Committee and the Tower of Babel are in a three-way competition.

Because of the so-called potion that can cure mineral sickness, it has also attracted the covetousness of the Terran countries.

Even not long ago, Russell had talked to him about the chances of attacking Kazdel and winning.

Although Russell had to give up this idea because Camisil and Kazdel were not adjacent to each other.

But if even a stable guy like Russell has ideas about Kazdel, how could other countries not be tempted?

As an elder, Old Lin Guang naturally didn't want his granddaughter to get involved in the vortex.

"grandfather......"

Lin Guang knew his grandfather's character.

In order to get away from Camisil for training, he even pretended to be dead.

If I insist, he might even threaten me with death.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Guang hugged Chuan Qiong directly.

"I'm sorry, but I can't agree to this, Grandpa. Because I'm pregnant with Mr. Chuanqiong's child!"

"well?!!"

Chapter 219: I am not good at close combat

"Maenna, where's my knife?! Go find my knife for me!"

Upon hearing Margaret's words, a terrifying aura suddenly burst out from Old Linguang.

Just like an evil ghost that had walked out of the blue, even the newspaper zombie Mainna was frightened by the momentum and sat back on the sofa.

Margaret was frightened by the other party's momentum and was unable to move.

Before, she always thought that her grandfather's ability to repel the shield guards led by Bozhukasti was actually exaggerated by Kamisir.

After all, she had seen Bozhuocasti and his shield guards with her own eyes in Kazdel.

Even troops dozens of times their size could not shake their powerful aura.

But after seeing his grandfather's aura today, Lin Guang realized that the rumors might not be fabricated by Kamisir.

His grandfather's aura was no less impressive than Bozhukasti's.

Although Chuan Qiong was certainly not afraid of his own Lao Deng with his strength, in order to prevent the two from fighting, Margaret immediately covered her stomach and burst into tears.

"Grandpa, do you want the baby in my belly to be born without a father?!"

"You... forget it, kid, come with me!"

"what?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Chuanqiong, my grandfather is too stubborn. I really have no choice but to resort to this last resort..."

"It's nothing, but I think your grandfather will definitely put us in the same room to confirm our relationship."

"Ugh?!"

While Margaret was confused, Chuan Qiong had already passed her and came to the yard with Lao Linguang.

As a traditional knight family, the Linguang family's courtyard is not a pavilion or waterside pavilion, but a training ground filled with various weapons.

After picking up a wooden sword, Lao Linguang threw the other one to Chuanqiong.

"My name is Cyril Linguang. Boy, practice with me!"

"Old man, I'm a sorcerer and not good at close combat. But since you want to test my skills, I'll accompany you to practice for a while."

"Haha, fine! Just because you dare to swing your sword at me, I'll accept you as my grandson-in-law!"

Cyril was indeed very dissatisfied with Trump at the beginning.

But seeing that he was obviously a warlock, but faced his attack without any fear, and directly raised his sword to meet him, Cyril's eyes also showed admiration.

"But let's be clear. You actually dared to lay hands on my precious granddaughter, kid. Grit your teeth! I'm going to give you a good beating!"

The furious Cyril Linguang was like a tiger coming down the mountain. His aura alone was enough to make the battle-hardened soldiers drop their weapons and run away.

Even compared with the Demon King's army cadres that Chuan Qiong encountered, he was no worse.

Looking at Cyril rushing over, a hint of excitement flashed in Chuan Qiong's eyes.

"Well done!"

Although Chuanqiong likes to use weapons such as spears and lances because of his profession as a mage, he has also learned weapons such as swords and knives because they look very cool.

After blessing the wooden sword, Chuan Qiong immediately went towards Cyril.

"Boom~!!"

"Although your swordsmanship is no different from that of a toddler who has just started, your strength makes up for it!"

Cyril thought that Chuan Qiong would be knocked away by his attack.

But after the swords collided, Chuan Qiong was not knocked away. Instead, his weapon had a crack due to Chuan Qiong's tremendous strength.

Seeing this, Cyril's eyes suddenly lit up.

At the beginning, he was indeed very dissatisfied with Chuanqiong, his grandson-in-law, but as the battle went on, he became more and more satisfied with Chuanqiong.

Although Chuan Qiong's fighting style did not require much skill, even he was suppressed by the terrifying power.

In his eyes, Chuanqiong is like a piece of unpolished jade. With a little carving, it can become a priceless work of art.

"Come again!"

After feeling Chuan Qiong's strength, Cyril gave up the idea of ​​directly colliding with Chuan Qiong.

After all, it only took one hit to cause a crack in his weapon, and if he was hit again, the wooden sword in his hand would probably be scrapped.

By then, he would have completely lost face.

After creating some distance, Cyril was ready to win by relying on the speed of his Pegasus clan.

After he moved, Chuan Qiong did stay where he was and looked around.

Looking at Chuan Qiong's novice-like appearance, Cyril also showed a smile on his face.

But when he launched an attack, Chuan Qiong was able to raise the wooden sword just in time to block his attack.

At first, Cyril thought Chuanqiong was just lucky, but after trying dozens of times and seeing Chuanqiong blocking his attacks every time, Cyril finally realized something was wrong.

"No, kid, how did you do it? Why can you predict every one of my attacks?"

"This is an ability I developed through combat called Observation Haki. Grandpa, if you want to learn it, I can teach you."

"Haha, not bad, not bad, I've decided on you as my grandson-in-law!"

Chapter 220 Supervisory Commission

Ioletta Russell is the Grand Knight of Casimir and the head of state of this nation.

Like other heads of state, she lives a very frugal life.

Early in the morning, after having a simple breakfast, Russell came to the office and handled the government affairs of Camisil.

"Those guys in the Business Federation have been getting more and more aggressive lately."

Although the Supervisory Commission is the highest authority in Kamisir, due to the development of capital, the power of the Chamber of Commerce has surpassed that of the Supervisory Commission.

And recently, through various events, Russell discovered that the Chamber of Commerce even wanted to replace the Supervisory Commission.

"They're not afraid of taking too big a step and getting pulled!"

Although he was very unhappy with those bastards in the Chamber of Commerce, the development of Camisil still depended on them, so Russell could only sigh helplessly.

"I shouldn't have taken over this mess at Camisil in the first place."

Looking at the pile of documents on the table, Russell couldn't help but feel a headache.

On the one hand, he probably had to work overtime tonight because of the pile of documents, and on the other hand, he was a little worried about Camisil's future.

Now, she can still suppress those guys with her personal means, but she is already over seventy years old, which is considered a long life for Kuranta.

Moreover, he had sustained countless hidden wounds on the battlefield when he was young, and his whole body ached when it was cloudy or rainy.

Even though medical treatment is very advanced now, Russell feels that he may not be able to hold on for much longer.

If there was a suitable heir, Russell would naturally not worry, but the problem was that she had not found a suitable heir in the entire Camisil.

Her adopted daughter Vivian is very powerful, but unfortunately she grew up in a tower and has almost no idea how to get along with others.

If she were to inherit Camisil, the people in the Chamber of Commerce would probably sell her out and ask her to help count the money.

The little mouse that was rescued before was smart enough, but it had too low self-esteem.

The only thing that made her heart beat a little was Cyril's granddaughter.

But unfortunately, the other person's personality is the same as Vivian's, too straightforward.

"I hope this experience will help me grow."

"Sir, there is a piece of information."

"Li, I've already told you that when you're facing me, you don't have to call me 'sir'. You can just call me mom or 'mother'."

Looking at the Zarak girl in front of him, Russell felt helpless.

The girl was originally a slave of the Commercial Federation, but was rescued by Russell by accident.

Originally, Russell planned to adopt her as his adopted daughter like Vivian, but because of her inferiority complex, she chose to become his secret knight.

"I'm sorry, my lord."