Chapter 724 Ch723 Florian Westwick (Canada)

Chapter 724 Ch.723 Florian Westwick (Add)

Roland was quite surprised.

I remember the last time I saw a mortal dared to be disrespectful to those who were rituals...

still…

-

It seems to be myself.

"These drunks don't care."

Roland glanced at the man with his fists clenched, thinking.

As the green robed men approached, muttering sounds circled them as they walked through the empty ‘boxing ring’ in the center.

"You are not welcome here..."

"You will never have fun here..."

"ungrateful…"

The gray-haired man in the lead smiled.

He looks very gentle. Whether from those two bland flat eyebrows, long brown eyes or split left and right beams, all the parts he gathered on his face seemed to convey a message to the surroundings at all times:

I am as gentle as nature.

But he can't deceive the locals, or those who are familiar with them...

Naturally, not gentle.

Jerez almost crushed his fist.

He slowly stood up, faced the four green robes, and stroked the messy hair backwards.

"You should have ears."

The gray-haired man just smiled faintly, his chin was out of an undetectable angle, and he whispered behind him:

"As I see, as I say. Mortals, executives, ruthless barbarians...wrong among creatures allowed by the goddess."

The needles fall in the tavern can be heard.

Fernandez and Knife An were sitting on the chair, one with a cigarette in his mouth and the other holding two glasses of beer that had not yet been drunk. There was a row of tequila in front of them. Roland thought about it and followed the most powerful one. Finally appear, then, is it his order?

"Inquisition Executive, Roland Collins."

He tapped on the table and stood up pressing his cane.

"Oh, of course, I can see it from a distance," the gray-haired man bowed slightly: "The Great Whirlpool, Cornwall Nature Walker, Beast Tooth Priest, Florian Westwick."

Bang!

A white fire exploded in Roland's eyes.

But there is no need to remind you.

As long as he still has a memory, it is hard to forget this name:

Paroyemede.

And, the family that founded it:

Westwick.

The most famous, or only one with this surname, is the one who walks in the world when you sleep—

Sean Westwick.

Giant bear noble.

The waiter of the goddess Eve...

Beyond the Immortal.

"May the benefactor and Eve protect us, the natural walker, and the answer to the gift." Roland bowed slightly and took the lead in expressing goodwill.

Although he knew that the visitor was not good.

Therefore, he put the benefactor in front of Eve and refused to let go of it.

Sure enough.

The other party is not as friendly as the nature walker he met in Porti.

"I actually met a burner who was willing to study, and the goddess was above."

He was gentle and elegant, regardless of the tone of his speech, his jaw, his eyes, and his upper limb movements—when he faced like a real nobleman, his arrogance was like the mother of a plump woman in a thin nightgown. He was about to come out.

Roland has seen too many.

He was more standard than Minth Chloe and slightly more indulgent than Benevento.

"I heard that your 'siblings' are here, Jerez. It's so good, so good. It reminds me of the children in the workhouse - the touching stories of their brothers always circulate in the mouths of shoemakers and bartenders. …”

"Maybe this is the real touching place."

Jerez's expression was cold and fierce: "Get out, Florian."

"Your former 'brother' doesn't call me that," Florian Westwick chuckled, "He called me 'Mr. Westwick'. The priest of the Holy Cross is indeed polite and knows what It should bend his waist that is not worth mentioning at all…”

"Oh, I almost forgot."

The gray-haired man looked surprised:

"It was because of bent down that he died tragically from horse's love."

Bang!

Jerez took a sudden step forward, not only stumbled the table, but also caused the glass cup containing fish bones to break on the floor (see, this is the meaning of collecting money in advance.)

"Your breathing is worse than the smell of wine and sweat here, Florian."

"It's very interesting. Maybe when one of your illegitimate children is willing to spend money to take you to some more advanced salons, you will know that the smell of sweat and wine in the world is not the smell of sweat and wine - Jerez, poverty and ignorance yes."

He did not retreat but advanced, and took another step forward in his anger.

Glancing quietly at the angry eyes.

"I think you will have no chance in your life. If you could read, maybe you would meet in the book - Sorry, are you literate?"

He laughed:

"Let those widows teach you."

Just as Jerez was about to swing his fist, the silver-handled cane pierced his breath and drew half a circle in front of the two of them in a decent manner.

Then, it returned to its owner's hands.

Florian rolled his eyes and finally focused on the disruptor.

One...

Young and disrespectful burner.

"Who are you?"

He didn't care about Roland's self-introduction at all.

Of course, I won't remember the other person's name.

"Is it becoming popular for the Inquisition to find beautiful saints?"

Roland looked disappointed: "Westvik, a prominent surname, no matter the world of awakening or sleeping - it's hard for me to imagine that the descendants of the giant bear nobles would not even remember the names of others... It's so decent, isn't it? ? ”

After this sentence, a shocking scene appeared.

Florian Westwick actually nodded slightly to apologize and asked again.

"Your name, young man."

"I just said it."

"I'm afraid it's not very decent to intervene in conversations with others. If you have read a book, you should know - please advise you, brother," Florian pointed at Jerez with a smile, "Learn from the widow Learn to write... Of course, maybe you can find a blind woman as your wife... Do you think he can do it?"

"Can't find a wife?" Roland blinked: "Don't others have one?"

In a moment.

Explosive laughter ignited the entire tavern.

‘Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! ’

‘I like this kid! ’

'Hey! My woman is good! How about four shillings? Old lion? ’

Florian was stunned.

He has never seen such a...

Listening to the laughter coming from his ears, the young ritual celebrating his face - it was like he stretched out his bladed palm to the enemy at a court banquet, and the other party did not hold it, nor did he plan to look for it. An excuse to avoid...

Instead, he danced a humiliating dance for him on the spot.

"Your name, Burner."

"You promise to remember this time?"

Florian looked cold and raised his hand to signal him.

As a gentleman, it's enough not to remember the other person's name - he won't make a second mistake.

Roland looked at him suspiciously for a moment, hesitated for a few seconds, sighing and letting go: "Okay, okay, you have to remember this time. My name is Luo... Luwumululululululululululululululululululululululululululululu chatter--"

Florian:...

Xiandel: Pooh.

The people present were so happy that they could no longer be happy.

The blade was clamped with a cigarette, and one hand whipped Fernandez's arm back and forth like a swinging dog's tail.

"I knew! I should have teamed up with you! Derwinson! I missed so much happiness!"