Doom Knight System

Tang En turned his head viciously, slapped the butler hard, and said, "Idiot! You can't look at things on the surface. That stupid ass of Yaya can pass the primary election, and someone is helping in the dark! Otherwise, why are there so many marquises and dukes?" Can't get in? Long-brained, go and find me a killer right now!"

"Yes, my lord!" The butler covered his face, and was stopped when he was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, I'm going to the palace to meet Her Majesty the Queen, come back and wait for my order." Tang En's eyes burst into murderous intent, and he hurriedly put on his coat and walked towards the carriage.

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The afternoon sun in Lavis Space is not very hot, but it brings more warmth to people. The streets are full of people, and there are a lot of people in one corner.

"Hello everyone, I Yabo, our proud citizens of the inner city, although we are not powerful knights, we still contributed our own strength. Now the number of seats that the noble council will expand, I think there should be in the noble council our own voice."

"We should fight for our own interests. Those knights took too much, but we got too little. In the past, we had to make compromises because of our limited physical fitness, but now the mechas invented by the Lancelot family let us It is also possible to have the power of a knight, that is, we can defend ourselves!".
Ya Ya’s eyes are unusually firm, perhaps because of being brainwashed by Lancelow, this dull master of research has transformed into a very charming speaker. Almost everyone will be infected by his enthusiasm, and his thinking will also change. will be pulled away.

The manifesto, bordering on outrageous, was thought to be provocative and had a large market in the inner city.Knights in the inner city account for less than 5.00% of the population, and the rest are servants attached to knights or citizens with vacant status.

For a while, Yahua plunged the inner city into a state of rage, and at the same time pushed himself to the forefront.

The words "equality" and "justice" are like bright lights in the dark. The common people in the inner city are all attracted, and issues that have not been thought about or dared to think about in the past are put on the table.

The overwhelming news spread wantonly in the newspapers, and at the same time, it also awakened countless people. Of course, there are more or less people behind this.

When the news reached the ears of the nobles, the situation inevitably got a little out of control. At the same time, these nobles had to put up their posture and picked up newspapers to study the appeals of the "mud legs" who were usually dismissive.

"It's just a joke, a slave is a slave, and this can never be changed!" The person who spoke was a knight commander in the Knights Templar, over 50 years old.The knights of his age had no hope of breaking through, so they became the most conservative force in the knight class. They attacked the rigidity of the knight system while trying to maintain the operation of the knight system.

It can be said that Yabo's philosophy has touched their bottom line.

"Is it really that bad?" Nancy leaned back on the chair, her two slender legs were pressed together, and they naturally rested on the edge of the table.

"That's right, my lord! Knights are abilities that have been cultivated through hard work. If you rely on opportunistic things like mechas, then knights have no meaning in existence!"

"The period of weakening magic power will eventually pass, and the strength of the knights is only temporarily at a low point. The defense line of hell needs the clone of the Silver Knight, and the existence of the knight is the cornerstone of the Silver Knight. We will absolutely not allow this kind of thing to continue."

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Nancy frowned slightly, shook her head, and said: "The military department should not express their opinions on this matter, you all be honest with me."

"But, General!" The knight who spoke first was a little anxious and couldn't help but speak.

But the next words were swallowed by Nancy's cold eyes. As a knight commander, he has no status in front of legendary powerhouses.

Nancy beckoned, and asked the well-behaved servant to pour her a cup of coffee. After drinking the mellow and rich coffee, she let out a long breath, and then said: "Keep in mind, we are soldiers! Until the last moment Don't express your opinion lightly, our current enemies are those Eastern immigrants, you have to digest Corgi's power before them! Do you understand?"

"Understood!" All the knights nodded at the same time, they could not change the will of the legendary strong man, they could only do the job well.

The curtain of the inner city slowly opened as the matter fermented.

The next day, Lancelot took Mrs. Pomero to a private ball of a nobleman, and saw the luxury and depravity of the nobles in the inner city.

The entire ball was masked, everyone ate and drank together, never mentioned politics and news, the lights of the ball were dimly adjusted, and the atmosphere soon became abnormal.

Lancelow was destined not to be able to integrate into the aristocratic circle. When a well-dressed man put his hand on Mrs. Pemero's buttocks, Lancelow quickly told the other party what the consequences would be.

With a crisp click, the man paid the price of an arm and was taken away whimpering. This way of standing up scared many people, and it also made more people reject Lancelot.

Mrs. Pomero enjoyed being alone with Lancelot, and was very excited to make out in a hidden private room, but it also made her a little puzzled.

"It's not that you don't like this occasion, why did you come?"

"Would you be surprised if I told you that this is an invitation from Her Majesty the Queen?" Lancelot said helplessly, but it was true whether the woman in his arms believed it or not.

The invitation sent by Gordon himself has only one location and time. Lancelow thought it was a secret meeting, but he was obviously cheated. Maybe Her Majesty the Queen is peeping at his embarrassment through the camera treasure .

The outbreak just now more or less also contained some venting of depressed emotions.

Lancelot didn't say a word to Mrs. Pomero, and suddenly the dim light in the private room was completely extinguished, followed by a cold body slipping into his arms.

Mrs. Pomero had already been fainted by a kind of ecstasy, which was obviously done by the strange woman in Lancelow's arms.

"Who are you?" Lancelot asked with some resistance. He would not refuse the meat delivered to his door, but he didn't want it in this way.

The woman didn't speak, she just used actions to express her attitude. The powerful mental power firmly suppressed Lancelot and was unable to move.

Cold flames!
This was the only feeling that Lancelot felt, making him seem to be wandering in the world of ice and snow and in purgatory at the same time, and even a seasoned warrior could not bear this feeling.