Blond George did not die in the end.

After his teammates died, fled, and his long-time friend John all died on the battlefield, he knelt down in despair and took off his weapon.

He looked at Ah Fei, who had been stabbed to death by him countless times, but always reappeared in front of him.

He was probably not dead and was rescued by an extremely powerful priest.

This is what the blond George thought.

When he finished the above actions and was about to wash his neck and wait for death, he found that the players who had been attacking suddenly stopped attacking.

Some people still planned to attack him, but were quickly stopped by others.

"Wo Cao, don't fight. If you kill the boss, you'll be gone. Let's see if there are any adventures!"

"The boss has surrendered! Look, his equipment has exploded!"

"No, he's still wearing his armor!"

"Wocao, are you really wearing that?"

Although the blond George didn't understand what they were saying, did they mean to completely disarm themselves?

The blond George quickly took off his armor. It seemed that the other party did not intend to kill him. He originally thought that these were incomprehensible barbarians, but looking at it now, it seemed that there was more to it than that.

They did not seem to intend to kill a knight who had surrendered, but were more inclined to capture themselves.

This is definitely good news for blond George.

I originally thought that I was dead, but I didn't expect that I still had a chance to live. How could I be unhappy?

The blond George not only took off his armor, but also his leg armor, shoulder armor, etc., until he was left with only close-fitting clothing.

But those people were still talking around:

"No, I still have to kill him. Look, he's still wearing his clothes. That face is definitely the best fashion!"

"Wocao, don't tell me, it's really good-looking. It's like a noble's service fashion!"

"I told you not to fight him, the boss has surrendered!"

A group of people are shouting somewhere.

The blond George was almost about to shed tears of humiliation, but he still held back and took off his personal clothes.

He was then captured and brought back to the legendary Free City of Victoria.

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In the cold metal cage, the blond George lowered his head in despair. He looked out coldly. It was a place that was even simpler than the most desolate village in the countryside.

It's called Victoria here, and its full name is Victoria Free City.

Although it is said to be a free city, except for the large number of people, whether it is road facilities or houses, these things are not even comparable to an ordinary village.

Even if the blond George didn't know anything, he still knew that the building materials used in Victoria were not polished and processed by any professional machinery at all. They were all made by laymen. Even the blond George had a feeling of "I can do it with me"

Feel.

The only thing that people like is probably the castle. Although it is completely made of plants, both the momentum and the architectural style are very comfortable to look at, as if it was made in one go without any processing or carving.

In addition to the buildings, there is also the way this free city stores items. They seem to have no dedicated warehouse officials. All weapons and equipment are piled in the open space outside the castle, along with those weapons and equipment filled with blood.

Together, there are also things that look like ingredients.

It's really disgusting. What do these people usually eat? Green, blue and colorful things that look like the body parts of some arthropod.

The only thing that made the blond George feel lucky was that at least these guys were not cannibals.

He saw the Victorians stacking the dead humans together, and then lighting a fire. When doing these things, their faces were expressionless from beginning to end, and there was no ceremony.

But when they brought the dead horses back, they saw them beating their chests one by one, looking sad and unable to control themselves.

Just like the death of a horse makes them feel more distressed than the death of a person.

The blond George is not a Marist. Although he is a knight and a believer of the Holy Lord, he has no mercy for things like war.

Being able to collect the enemy's corpses and burn them on fire to prevent them from being cannibalized by wild beasts is already a great mercy.

Of course, they may also be worried about an outbreak of plague.

Who knew, and who cares now?

The blond George was thinking wildly in the iron cage, and could not figure out how he was defeated by this group of savages who were not fully equipped.

But it is undeniable that most of these savages are pretty good-looking.

Even goblins and elves.

Just when the blond George was thinking wildly, a fat hamster's face suddenly appeared in front of his cage, startling him.

"Is this the boss?"

The hamster looked at the blond George, and it was speaking a language that the blond George could not understand, a language that sounded quite evil.

"Yes, that's him, his hair is so yellow..."

Another hamster turned to me.

"When will we have dinner?"

This is the third hamster.

"Oh! Lancelot is here, speak human language."

The first hamster said in a panic.

"Hey Earl of Glamorgan, are you here to see the boss too?"

The second hamster straightened up, but now he was speaking in words that Blond George could understand.

Just when the blond George was wondering what the three hamsters were doing when they came to him, he saw a familiar face, that was Lancelot!

When did he become Earl of Glamorgan? Did he have a title?

Lancelot walked over holding the hilt of the sword. He saw the blond George and three hamsters in the cage. He first bowed to the three hamsters. Although he was now the Earl of Glamorgan, Lancelot

I actually didn't take it seriously.

"Earl of Glamorgan, we are planning to take this little golden retriever to see Queen Victoria. Do you have anything to do?"

The hamster boss looked at Lancelot who was walking over and asked.

"No, I just listened to their description of the person they caught, and I always thought I might recognize him, so I came over to take a look."

Lancelot shook his head, looked at the blond George in front of him, and squatted down.

"Long time no see, blond George."

"Laugh if you want, Lancelot the Oathbreaker."

The blond George looked at Lancelot with disgust and said.

In fact, the current state of the blond George is indeed very funny. He is not wearing any clothes and is lying in an iron cage like an animal.

"What's going on? Blond George, Lancelot the Oathbreaker, were you two classmates before? Did you give each other nicknames when you were in the same class?"

The second hamster looked at the blond George and Lancelot with a confused expression. The boss next to him quickly said to him:

"This is their habit. They have good food, high titles, etc. Just like that guy, he is called the Sleeper because he can sleep very well."

The second hamster showed an expression of sudden realization.

The hamster was communicating with himself over there, but Lancelot didn't care about them anymore, but looked at the blond George and said:

"Queen Victoria is a very capable and great monarch. No matter what she asks you to do, I hope you will not refuse. This may be your last chance to survive."

The blond George just smiled, but said nothing.

The hamster boss quickly opened the iron cage, and the hamster next to him took out a piece of clothing and threw it to the blond George. After all, he was taking it to see Lilo, and he certainly couldn't let him go in this state.

As for Fat Man, he drooled and looked at the iron cage, but he was quickly dragged away by the hamster boss.

The blond George followed the three hamsters to the front of the castle. The blond George thought he could be allowed to walk in and meet the Queen Victoria they called, although it was unclear why there was a queen in this poor Victorian village.

But the blond George obviously thought too much.

The wooden balcony door on the second floor of the castle was pushed open, and a girl who was not very tall, about thirteen or fourteen years old, walked out without any crown on her head. That was Queen Victoria——Lilo

Her Majesty the Queen!

"Are you George?"

Liluo stood on the balcony, looking down at the blond George below.

The blond George nodded, his expression a bit ugly, and he even wondered if Queen Victoria was deliberately trying to humiliate him.

Even His Majesty the King would not be able to stand on the balcony and talk to him in such a contemptuous tone.

"Very good, where does the Duke of York live? Is there any female heir to the York Territory? Where does he live?"

Liluo asked several questions in one breath, but the blond George just looked at her blankly without any reaction.

Liluo frowned, she was obviously running out of patience.
To be continued...