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"What's real?" Sauron was confused. He might be the only person present who didn't understand what was going on.

"Wori, you are quite courageous!" The lord slapped his lips, his gaze looked like an eagle overlooking the territory, while the three of the other party's enthusiasm was dissipating like quails, and all of them were speechless.

The aristocratic court had seen each other before, and of course they knew that this was the real Richard.

When the two groups meet together, they are filled with righteous indignation while lowering their eyebrows. This kind of contrast is more convincing than any language when viewed in the same place.

The truth is clear, the big beard outside the door waved, and a dozen soldiers left the team and marched neatly to get people in the house.

"To tell you the truth, I really want to kill you guys right now!" Lord Lord will inevitably be a little angry.

I thought that these gangsters would do something to cheat and eat and drink at best, but 10,000 people who didn't think they were still dream-like, actually had the courage to deceive the kingdom's regular army. What's even more bizarre is that if they are hitting the deity without bad luck, they seem to be doing everything smoothly, and they have successfully entered the legion's garrison.

This really responds to that sentence, how bold people are and how productive they are.

The only thing to be thankful for is that they shouldn't have time to poke anything out, otherwise, wouldn't it all be up to Master Richard to wipe his ass.

"Dear Eagle Knight, please forgive this little joke, we are not malicious." Seeing the soldiers getting closer and closer, "Hutt" stood up and said bitterly.

These words calmed Richard down a little bit-the title of eagle knight himself had just arrived without warming his hands, and it should have only been spread in a very small area at present. Now that the few people in front of you can know, the identity is definitely not as simple as the average liar-at least the big liar.

"Wait." Richard raised his hand, and the soldiers stopped and turned to look at their chief officer. The bearded nodded slightly, so the stone house calmed down temporarily.

"You guys might as well introduce yourself."

"Actually, we are, we are..." The voice became more and more hesitating, "Hutt" mumbled for a long time but didn't mutter why.

"Who is it!" Richard slapped the stone wall, and the roof dust and rubble fell.

This slap was quite convincing, leaving obvious pits and cracks on the rock wall, and a slight commotion suddenly sounded among the surrounding soldiers. The old mage next to Beard stepped back without a trace.

"Ahem." The **** choked by the dust, took the initiative to walk in front of Richard and said, "Well, I'm actually Bederick."

His outfit today has a breakthrough compared to the previous one. A braid is covered with dense silver pieces. The sun's reflection on it can blind the infantry of a squadron.

At the same time, the badges of five or six sects hung around his neck and hung on his chest. Only Richard could recognize the Holy Light Church, the Nature Sect, and the long-lost Flame Elemental Sect. This is now enlightened. If you dared to do this thousands of years ago, you would be properly **** with a big stone and thrown into the river.

In addition, when walking, the movements are squeaky, like trying to get some petty thefts from other people's pockets all the time, which is not a serious person at first glance.

"Bedrick?" The lord vaguely felt that this name was a bit familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere. But he is not so forgetful, and he can't remember anything for a while.

"Father should have mentioned me to you."

Sauron looked at the **** man with the word rebellion written all over his body, his lips trembled twice, and he squeezed out a word with great difficulty-"Your Highness?"

Richard finally remembered. His Majesty Sargerei seemed to have mentioned that his son was named Bedrick, serving in the Dragon's Claw.

"Just call me Bedrick, or Bei Shuai, Baker, in any case, please don't call me your Highness." This sentence sideways admitted Sauron's guess.

"Fake!" Lord Lord's first reaction was this. One day is a liar and always a liar, and the words of a liar can be believed unless the sow goes to heaven.

And the flaw is obvious—Bedrick didn't temporarily join the Dragon Claw sequence. Since he had served in the Legion before, how could the Dragon Claw people not recognize him.

"I was thinking, maybe a gentleman would be willing to explain for me what happened." Sauron sighed while pressing on both temples, and found that trying to figure out the situation on his own ingenuity was completely self-defeating.

For a thorough outsider, in less than a quarter of an hour after entering the stone house, everything that happened was too flashy to catch up-first, the dragon's claws heavily blocked a few of the nobles of the country in the house, and then A young man claimed to be His Royal Highness Bedrick.

Whether he seemed to be the focus of Bedrick or not, Sauron himself was a little confused-if he hadn't how to get into the legion garrison, if he was, why would he seem to have a lot of grievances with Richard.

All this makes people feel strongly that one head is bigger than two.

"A bunch of liars." Richard hooked Sauron's shoulders, and pointed at the group of three with his fingers. "They have pretended to be me before, and now they want to pretend to be Royal Highness Bedrick, they are all bluffing and cheating anyway."

"Pretending to be a nobleman is a felony and should be handed over to the security team." Sauron, an old fox, stated the absolutely correct law, but he was unwilling to easily make judgments that might offend others.

"Have you heard, quickly hand over to the Coron Security Team and let them stay in the water jail for a lifetime." The lord turned his head and said to the soldier in the dragon's claw immediately.

"It's true this time!" Hei didn't say anything, and "Hutt" quit behind him. He hurriedly raised three fingers, "I would swear with all the honor of a palace swordsman."

He stretched out his palm~www.readwn.com~ The extremely condensed bronze flames of vindictiveness rose slightly above the palm of his palm, immediately making everyone in the stone house feel a wave of heat.

Lord Lord is very knowledgeable, this level is probably a little bit stronger than Hendra, there is no doubt that he is a good hand.

No matter where you are, strength is an unimpeded pass. This hand showed up, and even if they were originally ridiculous, they now seemed to be reliable.

"And we also have official documents." The fake Richard smiled awkwardly at the real Richard, took out a paper roll from his backpack and handed it over.

The content is still second. The key is that Lord Lord saw a gardenia blooming and withering at the end. This is a very high-level magic mark, and the possibility of imitation is infinitely close to zero.

"I'm the Byrne of the Palace Mage Group." The fake Richard's face was ashamed of death. Lord Lord has no doubt that as long as he takes the opportunity to ridicule him, this young man will inevitably have a heart attack and leave the world.

The expression on Richard's face suddenly became difficult to describe.