When Angra saw the coachman, she showed a 'Fuck, it's not good' expression.
But he was still a step too slow, unable to dodge.
The girl in the carriage on the opposite side saw that no one opened the door for her. The Grand Duke of Silver Eagle, Pan Leyin, and his retainers were all stunned by Joe's rhythmic chest muscle tremors. After all, as nobles, they had never met before. It's normal to not be able to react to such a sand sculpture behavior for a while, and he didn't sit in it all the time in embarrassment, but pushed open the car door by himself, and walked out of the car with his skirt.
"Hello, Uncle Fate." The girl first saluted the Duke of Silver Eagle who finally came to his senses, and then greeted Angra generously: "Long time no see, Angra."
"Long time no see, Qin Lun." Angela replied with a complicated expression.
"Hello, little girl from the Einswald family." Pang Leyin showed a very friendly smile like a strange uncle, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to become the disciple of that master alchemist. I really amazed you." My grandfather would be proud of it."
"It's just the master's wrong love." The girl replied very gracefully.
At this time, a handsome young man with blond curly hair slowly walked out of the castle, bent slightly towards the girl and raised his hand in a very gentlemanly manner: "Qin Lun, you have become more beautiful than before."
According to etiquette, the girl should hand her hand to the other party and kiss her hand, but the girl didn't seem to see the other party's hint, but showed a flowery smile: "Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Fate. "
"Just call me Bombed." Angra's eldest brother glanced at Angra without any trace, and then showed a sunny smile to the girl named Qin Lun that could fascinate thousands of underage girls in Tunaya.
"No, etiquette is very important." The girl smiled and politely declined Pompede's words of wanting to get closer.
"Pfft..."
Joe, who was still shaking his chest muscles, couldn't help laughing out loud.
Pompede glanced at Joe. Although his expression didn't change, his eyes showed contempt and disgust. He asked Joe with a superior attitude, "Who are you?"
"A follower, sir," said Jo cheerfully.
"What did you do before being a follower?" Bombed asked again.
"An ordinary villager, sir." Joe replied cheerfully.
"Third brother, as a member of the Fate family, I suggest that you should choose some followers carefully," Pompede said to Angela with a sense of superiority as if he was a winner: "Don't just find some people and use them, it will lose you disgrace to the Farts."
"Oh." Angela replied.
This made Bombide feel as uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit.
If Angra refuted, he could accuse him from the commanding heights of being the heir of the Fate family. If the other party was obedient, he could also laugh and ridicule him along the topic, and make his face proud in front of Qin Lun.
But Angela has such a neutral attitude. If you want to criticize, the other party seems to agree with your words; if you want to laugh, it feels like you are hitting a vertical target. It also makes people feel silly.
So he could only continue to point the finger at Joe, who was still shaking his chest muscles.
"Can you stop shaking! In this era, magic and magic are the right way, and it's not just about being strong!" Pompede glared at Joe and taunted: "No matter how strong you are, you can move the one in front of the fountain. Is it a stone carving!"
Joe stopped shaking his chest, followed the other person's gaze, and found that there were four stone sculptures of monsters around the fountain, and the one that Pompede pointed out was a monster called 'Cherry Baboon', although the name seemed to be It's cute, but it's actually a very strong, macho monster that can easily lift a ground dragon. Therefore, it will be regarded as a totem in some places and worshiped by many warriors.
"Oh."
Joe replied in imitation of Angela's tone.
Then he didn't look at Pompede, who was half dead from anger, but just walked towards the statue, as if he was about to move it.
Although Pompede was very angry, there was still a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's done, now this ignorant pariah will suffer a big loss, and I can use it to make good use of Angela's face!"
You must know that these four statues are all carved from different materials. Among them, the statue of the cherry baboon is carved from basalite. Although it looks small in size, it actually weighs more than the sum of the other three statues. Nearly 8 tons or so!
Unless it is a believer of the god of war who has awakened fighting spirit, or blessed with some powerful magic, it is impossible to move this statue with human power!
Qin Lun seemed to want to stop Joe from doing that, but seeing that Angela at the side didn't respond, and seemed to be expecting something instead, he suppressed his worries and waited quietly.
As a result, the group of people watched Joe run to the side of the statue, and when he picked up the statue, he fell on his back...
The head of the eight-ton statue smashed into the marble floor abruptly, and the whole statue stuck obliquely on the ground like a half-plucked carrot.
The scene suddenly fell silent.
"This, how is this possible..." Pompede stared at the scene dumbfounded.
Qin Lun's eyes were bright, but he didn't look at Joe, but stared at Angra who had a "planned" face.
At the same time, the players who were originally huddled in the carriage couldn't help but raise their heads to see what happened because of Joe's noise.
From the player's point of view, it is easy to understand what happened. The statue next to Joe with half of his body inserted into the ground has a big yellow word "Ancient Defense Golem" shining brightly on the head, and there are missing under the name A slice of blood.
There are monsters with blood bars, no divinity and law resistance, let alone an 8-ton African elephant, even if you come from a 100-ton blue whale, I can throw you back!
If Angra hadn't been urging those players to calm down in the forum, they would have swarmed up and killed the four golems who couldn't fight back.
"Okay, it's not a good thing to continue to blow the wind outside. If you have anything to say, let's talk first in the castle." Seeing his eldest son slumped, Pang Leyin hurriedly opened his mouth to break the somewhat stiff atmosphere: You have prepared the best honey grape brew in the north. Also, Angra, let your followers go to the side room to rest."
So the meeting between the players and the Grand Duke Silver Eagle, the uncrowned king of the North, ended with an unhappy ending.