"Honno-kun, please stop crying!"

"I will definitely take you out of the sea of ​​misery!"

Orihime-chan threw herself into Haruta Honno's arms, but Haruta Honno almost lost her breath.

From her own point of view, she has always been a petite and weak girl. It is a normal thing to throw herself into the arms of the person she likes.

But Haruta Honno didn’t think so.

Save him from suffering?

Don't spit it in his mouth, or he will burn the incense.

When Inoue Orihime saw Haruta Honno's fat face turning red, she thought he was touched, so she continued to comfort her and said:

"Honno-kun, please wait a moment. I have already contacted my senior brother. He is a powerful swordsman and can definitely rescue us!"

"Kill..." Haruta Honno's voice was barely audible.

"Honno-kun, what did you say?"

"I said, now, while those monsters are not paying attention, kill me quickly, kill me quickly! Break my neck!"

Haruta Honno's lips trembled, wishing he could strangle Inoue Orihime to death.

"No! Honno-kun, how can I kill you? No one can kill you! I will definitely rescue you, just wait!"

Inoue Orihime looked at Haruta Honno lovingly, and the deep love in her eyes seemed to melt away.

I'm waiting for you to be paralyzed!

Haruta Honno was so angry that he couldn't take a breath and fainted with a "Gah" sound.

…

at the same time.

Royal Palace of Andreus.

"Your Majesty, the special envoy from the Airland Empire is here."

The knight walked up to the sad-looking King Andrius, bowed and reported, and carefully glanced at the king's face from the corner of his eye.

In just one week, the king seemed to have aged by more than ten years. His white hair was originally mixed with some black hair, but now it was completely gray.

"Special envoy, what are you doing here?"

King Andrius woke up from a dream, and his face immediately turned pale.

"He is here to get Master Mason back."

The knight took two steps back skillfully.

Sure enough, the next moment there was a crisp "bang" sound and two ceramic plates hit the ground.

"Where can I find Grand Master Mason for them? How long has it been since our army came back? A week!?"

King Anrius roared angrily, his face and neck turning red.

"Yes, Your Majesty, our spies found many corpses near Silver Moon Forest, all left by our soldiers. They dare not go any further."

"However, one thing should be certain, that is, the soldiers we sent out and the Grand Master Mason have been buried in Longkou."

The knight stood back up where he had just stood, bowed slightly, and poured out the bad news mercilessly, without any regard for the king's feelings.

"Your Majesty, what should we do now?" he asked next.

"How do I know what to do?"

King Andreus paced back and forth in the palace anxiously, his face becoming increasingly gloomy.

"Invite the Great Master Meister to come. I paid so many golden lions. Now that Meister is dead, they can't possibly ask me to pay compensation!"

"And I have killed so many soldiers. How many soldiers are there in the entire Anlius?"

The knight remained silent. He stood quietly beside King Andrius, silently listening to King Andrius's complaints.

This king is also pathetic.

The entire palace has long been controlled by the queen, and the old king is just a shield, but King Anrius still doesn't know anything about it.

King Anrius thought about it and found no good solution, but he had to meet the special envoy of Aililan, otherwise, he, the king, might die inexplicably in the corner of the palace in a few days.

King Anrius sighed feebly.

Afterwards, he sullenly put on the ceremonial royal clothes and went to the hall of the palace accompanied by the knights.

In the hall, a middle-aged man with a goatee and flaxen curly hair was leaning casually on a load-bearing column.

His eyes swept over the maid in the palace unscrupulously, and he almost touched her directly.

"Mr. Envoy of Airland, I am King Anrius."

King Andreus sat upright on the throne. His expression was neither arrogant nor majestic. The weak national power forced him to only show a flattering smile.

"Hello, King Andreus."

The goatee envoy smiled casually.

He calmly walked to a leather chair and sat down, crossing his legs, looking as comfortable as if he had returned to his own home.

"I came here today to return to Grand Master Mason. As you know, Grand Master Mason is the right-hand man of our general stationed on the border, His Excellency Kashun."

"Now, he has been out for too long, and the fortress needs his help."

The goatee envoy was not polite and went straight to the point with King Andrius, his shrewd eyes full of gloating and joking.

King Andreus almost died of anger when he heard what the special envoy said.

What is a right-hand man?

There are so many third-level mages in Airland, and Masonte is obviously the most inconspicuous one.

This old man is greedy for money and lustful. His magic talent is average, and he can only use Pyroblast.

It is said that this is because he particularly admires a legendary mage from ancient times who only knew the pyrotechnics.

So he also practiced pyrotechnics hard.

It's a pity that after training, I am neither good nor bad.

The heart is higher than the sky and is nothing.

Could this stupid thing be Kashun's right-hand man?

Although King Anrius had a green grassland above his head, he was not mentally retarded. In an instant, he understood that the special envoy from Airland had no intention of taking back Master Mason.

He probably knew that Master Messante was dead, and Kashun also knew that now, they were here to blackmail him.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Envoy, Master Meister left three days ago."

"I don't know where he is now."

"Maybe, it's not necessarily that he has returned to Ireland?"

Even though the situation in front of him was already desperate, King Andreus still wanted to fight to the death with a sense of luck.

"Leaved?" Airland's goatee envoy sneered.

"Your Majesty, Messante is dead. There is no need to inquire. The whole of Anlius is talking about the failure of the Dragon Army. In the tavern, there are more than a dozen versions from the mouths of the bards alone."

"Now, you tell me, Grand Master Mason has left to fool the undead?"

King Andreus was a king after all. How had he ever been treated so disrespectfully?

He wanted to be angry, but out of the corner of his eye he glanced at a nearby corner, where his queen was standing, shaking her head at him in a vague way.

If we were to say that the only person in Anliusri who could shake his belief was his queen.

In the eyes of King Andrius, his queen is the smartest and most beautiful woman in the world.

King Anrius calmed down instantly.

You can't fall out with the envoy from Illian!

"Uh...Your Majesty the Special Envoy."

King Andrius considered his words and said with a smile:

"The Dragon-challenging Army did fail, but Master Mason may not necessarily be dead."

"I'm sending people to look for you, why don't you stay here for a while first?"

"If we really can't find it, we'll pay compensation..."

"Ahem!"

Before King Anrius could finish speaking.

The beautiful Queen Andreus also came out.

She coughed twice, smiled sweetly, and said to the special envoy in a soft voice with her beautiful eyes flowing:

"If Masonite is not found in the end, what kind of compensation does Mr. Cassione need? We will discuss it when the time comes. What do you think?"
To be continued...