Qiao pressed his hands on his belt, like a mountain, standing at the gate of the main building.

Visit home.

Or this time?

Haha, Medland's social etiquette and communication in the upper class, if you are a little more refined, you can share lunch.

Friends who are a little closer, have afternoon tea and chat together, even if they are initially involved in a certain social circle.

If you get closer, there will be a formal invitation to invite you to the house for a banquet, and three or five friends will share dinner. This kind of banquet, even the most top wealthy nobles, has raised many chefs and various chefs, and there will definitely be one or two delicious dishes cooked by the hostess on the table, which reflects everyone's friendship and closeness.

Only those close friends who have achieved the friendship between each other and who can be involved in each other's interests, or who can make everyone go to the gallows together, are eligible to visit after dinner without being invited.

According to the unspoken rules of the Medland continent, if the master does not invite him, then the master's mansion is an absolute private territory - the wind can enter, the rain can enter, and the king cannot enter!

The little free time after dinner is the owner's most private family time.

It is a great impolite to visit the door rashly.

"With such a face, how good does the person who visits at this time feel?" Qiao held a big cigar in his mouth, and Ivan took out a box of matches, and was very stubborn with a flattering smile, lit the cigar for Qiao.

Then, Ivan said viciously: "This is shameless... Boss, I have some savings over the years. I heard that you and the master are going to make a fortune... Can you take me to earn some wife's fortune?"

Qiao glanced at Da Yifan, poked Da Yifan's chest with his fingers, and was silent for a while, then nodded: "Well, if you can piece together more capital, just piece together more... We will win this war, and we... can break out a lot of money."

Big Ivan smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into a line, and his bald head became red, as if he had a layer of rouge.

Marcos, Lan Mujin and Lan Kikyo stood beside Qiao in a steadily manner. They looked at Da Yifan with a flattering look and rolled their eyes almost at the same time.

Amid the crisp sound of horse hooves, Friet, wearing a navy uniform, rode on a ride with a smile on his face.

A long distance, when Ficket saw Joe's burly figure and round face, Ficket's smile suddenly faded. He narrowed his eyes and quickly turned his head to mutter to Lucien behind him.

Ficket had already lowered his voice very carefully, but Joe now has the legendary hearing brought by part of the authority of the Wolf King Wall. It is hundreds of feet apart. Even the sound of mosquitoes waving their wings is clearly audible, let alone the sound of Ficket speaking?

"Lucion, you didn't tell me that this fat man is back." Ferrit was a little angry.

"There was no news at all. Your Highness... the people we installed in Tulum Port have not received any news at all that this guy is back." Lucien's eyes flashed coldly, and he stared at Joe: "According to the routine notice sent back from Heidra Fort, this guy should still be in Heidra Fort."

"I don't want to see him." Feller pulled the reins and slowed down his mount: "He... was favored by His Majesty, and he could actually hold Helinger's killing and doing whatever he wanted... I... to be honest, I felt a little guilty when I saw him."

"Uh!" Lucien said...speakless.

Even though he tried his best to slow down the speed of the mount, Filde was still taken to the gate of the main building by the mount. He turned over and got off the horse helplessly, forced a smile, took two steps to the steps, and came to Joe.

He smiled and stretched out his hand to Joe.

Joe raised his right hand and saluted Ferrit seriously.

Ferrit was stunned. He withdrew his right hand and raised his hand to salute Joe, but Joe had already put down his right arm and extended his hand to Ferrit with a smile.

Ficket was stunned, his smile dissipated a little, and he put his hand down and stretched it back towards Joe.

And Joe had quickly retracted his hand. He spread his arms, full of enthusiasm, like a wild bear in the forest pounced on an old goat, and he pushed Ferritt into his arms.

Two arms that were almost as thick as Ficket's waist hugged Ficket. Joe was thick and thick, almost a circle larger than Ficket's head, and slapped Ficket's back several times like a siege hammer.

Ficket's body trembled violently.

Qiao's enthusiastic hug almost broke all the bones in his upper body. He even heard the overwhelmed "crack" sound from the bones on his body.

And those heavy and powerful slaps were like a giant cannon stalking on his back and firing, causing his internal organs to swell up, and a mouthful of blood was almost spit out by Qiao.

"Oh, Your Highness Ferris, mourn!" Joe kneaded Ferris with his physical strength and strength as he was full of heart, and shouted loudly with a stiff and rigid face.

Now Joe is one bull taller than Ficket, with wide shoulders and waist circumference far exceeding Ficket.

As for pure physical strength...

Joe spent a little money and peeked at Ficket's pure physical strength. Ficket's physical strength exceeded Lieutenant General Otto under the Duke of Ross, but it was a little worse than Marcos and Ivan the Great around Joe, which was only a level of over 30 million pounds.

The fusion degree of his sixth-level potion is not high, only about ten percent.

It can be seen that Ferrit is a kind of "safe" extraordinary type that is pampered and has not experienced life and death killing, and has not been able to explore its own potential.

Thirty million pounds of physical strength can be called superhuman among ordinary people.

But for Joe, whose physical strength has reached 285 million pounds... Ferrit is a poor little rabbit.

Ficket felt that his lungs were about to explode. The terrifying force squeezed his internal organs. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't breathe... His lungs were burning, as if there was fire.

Not just the lungs.

His entire upper body... he was like a poor lemon, stuffed into the juicer roughly, and then violently squeezed it, crushing it madly.

The blood vessels in his upper body were shriveled and collapsed under the violent squeeze of Qiao. The blood in his entire upper body was not flowing smoothly, and all the blood was squeezed towards his lower body.

Ficket could feel that almost all the blood vessels on his legs were about to explode!

"Look at you, your face is ugly... But I can understand, I can really understand, I am sad, sad... Please, don't be too sad. After all, this kind of thing... Oh, who can think of it?"

Joe was nagging and 'comforting' Fricett.

Flicker was like a big green worm, struggling in Joe's terrifying arms in a mess.

But his struggle became smaller and smaller, and he was about to faint due to Qiao's violent squeezing... and maybe there would be other physical injuries.

It is true that Joe's power is too strong, and Fricel is too weak compared to him.

"Joe von Vitu, what do you want to do? Let go of His Highness Ferris!"

Lucien was also caught off guard by Joe. As soon as we met, we hadn't said a word yet, Joe hugged Fellet in his arms - even if it was a young couple who had been reunited for a long time, they wouldn't be so enthusiastic, right?

But soon Lucien discovered Joe's malice.

This guy... is completely recklessly, crazy, and unreasonable to ravage Ferrit!

Lucien rushed up the steps and reached out to grab Joe's arm.

"Where...what are you doing?" Ivan took a step forward and blocked Lucien in front of him. He slapped Lucien in the head. With a force of his right hand, he lifted Lucien, who was gentle and handsome, in place.

Lucien let out a shrill scream, and he raised his hands suddenly and grabbed the palm of Ivan hard.

Severe pain... Severe pain... His head seemed to be surrounded by an iron circle, and his skull was clattering, and Lucien's eyes almost jumped out of his sockets, his eyes were rapidly congested, and the scene he saw turned into a pale blood color.

"Don't hinder the friendly communication between the boss and the VIP... Well, I hate the little guy... When Luci was in the army, those royal bastards, all the royal members who were dressed neatly on the battlefield were all pretty good guys."

"They never do good things... They let us charge forward, but the final credit is theirs, and we will bear all the mistakes."

"You little face is like a bad guy... Your little face is also a top-notch guy among you, so you are just a top-notch bad guy!"

As Ivan said, he didn't know what he remembered about the past that he couldn't look back on. His left hand suddenly punched Lucien on the belly. After a "bang", Ivan released his right hand. Lucien held his stomach with both hands, like a lobster, curled up and twitched violently on the ground.

"Joe..." Ficket couldn't bear to feel pain, and he finally let out a crying wail.

"Ah, my dear Your Highness, you are crying..." Joe stared at Fericket tightly, then slowly let go of his arms. Fericket was gasping for breath, his body shaking back two steps, and then squatted on the ground with a heavy breath.

Joe took a big cigar in his mouth and spitted out a sip of thick smoke.

"Well, my dear Mr. Fell, you are dead!"

Joe grinned, revealing two rows of bright white teeth. He spoke to Ferrit with a stern face in a tone that was almost 'happy' and said in a deep voice: "You are dead, of course this is an unfortunate thing...but..."

Ficket raised his head suddenly, and he hissed, "That woman is not my mother...my mother is..."

He swayed and wanted to stand up, but the blood from the lower half of his body suddenly rushed up. In addition, he spoke too quickly, and he blew out of his lungs with a roar. He shook his body and took two steps back. He fell down from the steps in a bang, and fell in front of his mount in a very embarrassing manner.

Several naval officers brought by Flicker had just jumped off their war horses.
Chapter completed!