Is the Evil God Me?

There is nothing thrilling about Lynn's uneven road.

These people blocking Ziegler are malnourished, with yellow faces and thin muscles, like chickens in a chicken coop. Although Lynn's face was childish, compared to these poor bastards, he was tall and straight and his face was healthy and rosy, and the aura of a decent gentleman spread out.

The little gentleman's piercing blue eyes, like flint in the darkness, captured everyone with ease.

This era has been etched into the minds of the inferior for thousands of years. The fear of the nobles made them dare not look directly at Lynn, and the little gentleman deliberately pulled back the holster of his coat, which is a proof of violence and power. .

After the last peace conference.

This revolver pistol has been kept at Lynn's place, and Yefne approved it, saying that although he might not be able to hit the target with the gun, it was still effective.

Obviously, he was referring to his act of boldly firing a warning shot.

Fortunately, Lynn didn't have to fire a warning shot again. As soon as he appeared, the two emotional and aggressive people hid behind the crowd, and everyone subconsciously gave in and opened a path.

"Ms Ziegler, how are you?"

"I'm fine."

Ziegler was obviously relieved, and with his head lowered, he ran out of the containment and stood behind Lynn. At this time, Lynn clearly noticed that these clothes were worn out, and at first glance, they were people struggling on the line of food and clothing, and they looked at him with extremely hateful and fierce eyes.

This is the first time that Lynn has seen such an expression in the eyes of the people at the bottom of Albion, as if he had done something heinous.

In Lynn's heart, there was a mixture of fear and joy for a while. Hatred is not scary, what is scary is numbness.

"Let's go, they are all military members."

Ziegler pulled Lynn's sleeve. Although the little gentleman standing in front of her was not imposing, he gave him a strange sense of security. It is obviously much higher than the boy, which leads to the goddess of peace standing behind him is the same as the cart, and the cart naturally has a crushing effect on the little boy.

'Military? No wonder...'

Lynn knew it in his heart. He didn't say anything but kept his head high, and his eyes were calm and firm in the face of the hostile gazes from all around him. Step by step, Dr. Ziegler was brought back to the side of the carriage.

"thank you very much for your help."

Ziegler bowed her skirt to Lynn. She had a graceful and mature aura, and the little gentleman could sense the lewd and swaying meat waves caused by her movements.

The appearance is very dignified and conservative, but the body is very...

"You're welcome, Dr. Ziegler, after the treaty is signed, you'd better not run around alone. After all, people can do anything when they lose their minds."

Depriving others of their vested interests is the easiest way to make people lose their minds.

Even the peasants whose tax officials use whips to fight the tax may inspire them to pick up dung forks and work hard. These military relatives, when the interests of the military are damaged and the military officers pass on the losses, will definitely target Ziegler, the initiator of the peace conference.

Oh yes, Lynn is also a target, who made him so prominent in the newspapers.

"I don't want to hurt them."

Ziegler's face was a little sad. She, a dignified Sequence 8 Beyonder, could be blocked by a group of civilians, she must be unwilling to do it. After all, according to common sense, she has helped so many wounded soldiers on the battlefield, and she should be as grateful and respected as the saints by the soldiers.

In the end, she was treated like this because of the real end of the war.

I have to say that sometimes the world is really absurd, and the essence of absurdity is ignorance and ignorance.

Lynn subconsciously wanted to reach out and pat her on the shoulder, but felt that this action was inappropriate, so she clapped herself instead. After observing, Mr. Ziegler did not find anything unusual about Dr. Ziegler, plus the brilliance of peace-building on his body, so he decided to stop looking for an opportunity to test her slowly.

"If you don't have anything else to help, I still have some things to do."

"Mr. Lynn, are you going out of the city?"

"That's right."

"Earl Amiste's Manor?" Ziegler actually guessed where Lynn was going.

The little gentleman's eyes widened subconsciously, and he subconsciously became a little wary.

"Looks like I guessed right, Mr. Lynn, don't you know who you are often mentioned in the newspaper with?" Ziegler smiled and explained Lynn's surprise.

with who? of course I know.

Either it's Amiste or it's you, by the way, you two big cars have run over me more than once in an irresponsible tabloid like the Canary, so it's hard for you ladies and gentlemen to watch this. a newspaper?

Lynn definitely couldn't say these words directly, he could only complain in his heart.

"I just happen to have something to look for Mrs. Emiste, would you like to go with me?"

Ziegler's speech is relatively direct, and the simplicity he has trained on the battlefield is also reflected in his words and deeds.

"This is the honor of this humble carriage, and it's also my honor." Lin En's eyes trembled slightly, and soon he put out a smile that made him smile, and the natural breath of the beautiful Victorian boy spread quietly~www .wuxiamtl.com~ is to infuse this gentle lady.

Under the actions of Gentleman Lynn, Ziegler put his arm on him and got into the car.

The carriage started slowly under the whip of the coachman.

In the not-so-spacious carriage, the two of them quickly chatted. Although there are not many real conversations, in various newspapers, two people are often taken out, a goddess of peace and a knight, and they are not unfamiliar with each other, so they are not very polite.

"Have you made an appointment to visit in advance?" Lynn looked concerned.

"No, but what you have, I think I have too." Ziegler pointed out. "Your Excellency Emiste, you will always be very fond of special and excellent people."

"I don't think I'm special." The little gentleman was very humble.

"Then you must be very good. In all aspects, I agree with His Excellency the Earl."

Being praised, especially by a beautiful woman in a soft voice, is undoubtedly a great satisfaction for vanity. Lynn felt that just with this ingenious compliment, it was worthwhile to stop and help.

And Lynn was also keenly aware that Dr. Ziegler was exceptionally perfect. From the beginning to now, Lynn has not captured anything useful from her micro-expressions. She is like a particularly clean spring, you can see the bottom at a glance, and her words and expressions are perfectly consistent.

The closer he got to her and the more she got to know her, the more Lynn felt that this dignified and graceful lady was either a big liar who was lying, or a saint who was consistent in appearance.

But no matter which one it is, Lynn doesn't like it very much.

At this time, Willy's words suddenly appeared in Lynn's mind: When you look at me, what are you looking at?