"Since you don't admit that you are a nobleman, let's use the mainland common language to speak!"

Duke Durandal directly regarded him as an illegitimate son abandoned by the nobles.

"Then why are you interested in the knight career?"

"Because with the expansion of Melox's province, the huge border line must have a strong cavalry force to guard him." Gwennaville said very seriously.

She has been studying the profession of knights all this time, and she found that the speed of this world warhorse is too fast.

A good horse can reach an average speed of 150 kilometers per hour. It is a fully armed knight, and it can also run at a speed of 120 kilometers per hour. If supplementary magic is added, this speed can be even faster, especially in warfare.

Therefore, in the case of rapid support, the Cavaliers are more stable and faster than their cars. After all, even if there are road cars, they can't make the whole journey, not to mention that if you encounter grassland or wasteland environments, the speed of the car may drop again.

Duke Durandal looked at the little girl in front of him in shock, how old she was to say such insightful words.

"You are the most admired child I have ever seen. Are you reading these from the book?" Duke Durandal asked with a smile.

Gwennaville thought for a while and said, "Not all, it was my parents who told me about it."

"Oh! What do your mom and dad do?" Duke Durandal suddenly became energetic. It must be extraordinary to be able to cultivate such a small genius, and it is worth his visit.

If conditions permit, I hope to reach a marriage relationship with the other party.

He kind of likes this little girl, and it's not bad to be his grandson-in-law.

Gwennaville put his chin on his hand and said, "My father is a magician, and my mother is a knight."

Gwennaville did not lie at all. Altria is a knight instructor, and Nomiri has always appeared as a knight. As for Aslan, besides being Lord Merlot, he is indeed A magician.

"No wonder, but I have to say that your parents have very good knowledge, a very good couple, and a good parent." Duke Durandal exclaimed.

Compared with those damned sons of his own family, he is not as good as one-tenth of the little girl's.

"Yes, my mom and dad are the best mom and dad, the greatest mom and dad." Gwennaville said proudly.

Duke Durandal wanted to continue to inquire about Gwennaville's parents, but Gwennaville jumped directly from the stone chair.

"Actually, I didn't want to talk to you so much at the beginning. Mom and Dad often taught me not to talk to strangers, but I only want to tell you when you are from outside."

Duke Durandal glanced at Gwennaville unexpectedly and asked, "What are you going to say?"

Gwennaville's eyes became sharp in an instant, and he said decisively: "Whether you are from the Ten-Party Alliance or the Kingdom of Cleveland, you all want to get involved in the province of Mellock, because the province of Mellock belongs to us."

Hearing this, the chief guard's eyes drenched, and he just wanted to speak out, but was stopped by Duke Durandal.

"My boy, you are not right. It should be the Kingdom of Cleveland in Mellock. Moreover, the kingdom of Cleveland is so powerful that it cannot be resisted by the province of Mellock. When the locust plague and drought are over, the kingdom of Cleveland will be restored. "Duke Durandal also said very seriously.

"No, you can't achieve unity, because you don't understand the strength of the Melox." Gwennaville shook his head firmly and said.

"Child! Facing the fully mobilized kingdom of Cleveland, Mellocks province is nothing more than a sheep in his eyes, but now he needs him to contain the ten-party alliance." Duke Durandal said with a smile.

Because in this catastrophe, the Kingdom of Cleveland has formed nearly two million young and strong troops. When the catastrophe is over and production resumes in the second year, it will send troops to conquer the rebellious ten-party alliance.

"No, no, this grandpa, you overestimate the Kingdom of Cleveland. The Kingdom of Cleveland before the split was indeed powerful. You can describe him as a lion, but now he can only be regarded as a wolf at best, and the province of Mellock was not long ago. It has just annexed the Northwind Prairie and Arran's Province, the land area has reached two-thirds of the Cleveland Kingdom, and the two million expeditionary troops of the Ottoman Kingdom have been repelled. Today, Mellocks Province is no longer a sheep. It's a tiger that has just eaten and is dozing off."

Gwennaville threw a blockbuster, causing Duke Durandal to look shocked.

"It's impossible!" Duke Durandal was hidden in the caravan along the way, and the speed of obtaining news was relatively slow, not to mention that the information from the Northern Wind Prairie had to go back to Kyoto and then to his hands. Once, Duke Durandal has not received news for the time being.

"You will get news soon, or you can inquire about it in Merlot, the news is already known throughout the city." Gwennaville suddenly showed a playful smile.

"Grandpa! I'm curious to ask a question?"

Duke Durandal was still digesting the news of the defeat of the two million expeditionary troops of the Ottoman Kingdom in Mellocks province, and subconsciously replied: "What is the problem?"

"What happens to the wolf if the tiger who is dozing after eating is awakened?"

Duke Durandal's eyes widened subconsciously, and Gwennaville had already walked away. The chief guard just wanted to get the little girl back, but just after taking a step, his body suddenly shook, and he subconsciously raised his head and looked not far away. Teaching building.

On the roof of the teaching building, a swordsman instructor was standing, staring at him quietly.

Duke Durandal only recovered at this time and raised his head subconsciously. He noticed that the surveillance eyes of the surrounding magic towers turned to them, especially the new Medea magic tower, with the half-open magic pupil above it. The ground widened, staring at them, seeing Duke Durandal and his guards chilling all over.

They had long been informed that the Duke of Medea was a powerful archmagister.

The veteran Ninjun said: "You are all strangers. It is normal to enter the school to be noticed. This is arranged by the lord. Every strong tutor is responsible for the safety of a school, and school safety has been listed as a warning. In a sequence, once there is any unusual and excessive behavior, it is easy to be targeted."

When the veteran finished speaking, if he looked at the chief guard next to Duke Durandal, he just wanted to reach out to catch the child, and he was just looking for death.