As the sound rang out, a slender and tall figure walked out of the Catherland Palace.

Everyone looked over.

The black Martin boots stepped on the ground, step by step as if they were stepping on the tip of a person's heart, and walked out of the noble momentum of the throne and the ministers coming to the court.

Tak, Tak, Tak.

The beautiful woman no longer wears a pure black palace dress, but a knight outfit.

The collar and cuffs of the white shirt are all lace, with exquisite and complex patterns embroidered with golden silk thread. The outside is paired with a black silk vest. The waist-hugging style makes the waist look extremely slender, giving the smell that it is unbearable.

The legs were long and straight, and the trousers were tucked in black boots. The steps were steady and full of momentum as they walked.

The gorgeous and charming long burgundy hair was tied up behind his head and put it in his knight's hat.

The two black sidebands of the knight hat buckle the delicate and beautiful jaw, revealing the red lips.

Beautiful and heroic.

In her slender hands, she was 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 kill dragons, but they were going out for a horse and a spring outing.

Just now, a few people who spoke sarcastically said that when they saw the woman who appeared in front of them with a less charming and heroic appearance, they immediately closed their mouths.

The king smiled and greeted: "Miss Frances."

"His Majesty the King, Frances is late." Fenghua said indifferently.

"Miss Frances is such a big air. Let us and His Majesty the King wait for you." Someone in the crowd said sarcastically.

Fenghua didn't even give him a look, and a sentence blocked Youyou's mouth, which could be considered as an explanation to King Catherland in disguise, "There is no knight outfit suitable for me to wear in the palace. The tailors rushed to make it overnight and only sent it here not long ago."

The king was eager to save his daughter, but he felt that Fenghua was late and was understandable, so he naturally would not hold on to this point.

The man was bored, looked at Fenghua horizontally and disliked him. When he set off, he passed by her side and snorted coldly: "You will be caught by the evil dragon at that time, don't expect anyone to save you."

Fenghua: Oh.

Noble, cold, looking at the sky.

He didn't even give the man one's eyes.

Although Her Majesty the Queen is disdainful to some people and is too lazy to pay attention to it, she did nothing and was treated like this by being hostile to others. She felt a little depressed.

Fenghua asked, "Betel, am I really so unpopular?"

There was no trace of self-pity in her tone, but she asked in a very calm and ordinary manner.

Even his lips were raised up vaguely, as red as blood, and had a beautiful curve.

The corners of the eyes, eyebrows and lips all have a little careless smell.

Bethel hung his slender eyelashes, and after a while, he replied: "No."

The elf repeated gently, "No. Lord Frances is the best person in the world, and no one would hate Lord Frances."

At least--

In Bethel's heart.

"Ding! The target character Bethel, favorability level 5, strategy completion level 65!"

...

The group rode their horses, knights boots stepped on their feet, left the Catherland Palace and headed to the holy mountain where the evil dragons circled.
Chapter completed!