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But before he could finish his words, Romaine grabbed his arm and smashed it. Miss merchant baring fangs and brandishing claws made a threatening gesture to him, while his fingers put a lip on his lips: “Hey, don’t make a noise, White Mist, she knows at work! Don’t bother someone else’s work, Brando said, this is basic courtesy, do you know?”

Halutz instinctively felt that something was wrong, but he couldn’t say anything wrong with his temper, and he didn’t know how to answer it.

“Mr. Romaine, what happened outside?” he asked arrogantly.

“I don’t know, the prime minister’s daughter seems to be calling the Bishop adults in the city. I don’t know what she wants to do,” Romaine said as she glared at Little Prince and walked outside the door: “In short, we still have to Don’t stay here, do you want to know what happened?”

His Royal Highness Little Prince was passively nodded, although he deeply doubted that even if he did not nod, the teacher’s fiancée would pretend not to be seen.

“Well, I will take you to see, you have to remember to talk about my good words in front of Brando.” Romaine quickly added a clever sentence.

For the dialogue outside of this situation, Halutz had no idea what to do, but after he was taken out of the door, he immediately saw a slight change in the direction of the port. He quickly called out: “Miss Romaine, look over there.”

“Yi?”

Romaine glimpsed a little, and Miss merchant naturally didn’t happen at all in the accidental face. Anyway, even if the sky collapsed, there would be taller ones, like a little man like her, don’t worry. It was only forced by White Mist to lock the relationship between the witches in this place. She had already collapsed. It felt like the head was bigger than the normal. It was hard to seize the opportunity to run out. Naturally, she must seize the moment. Breathe in the free air.

But after listening to Halutz’s exclamation, she jumped head and saw the Valhalla’s fleet moving in the airport of Fatan, and a silver battleship was sailing out of the sea, leaving the berth and heading for it. The airspace outside the port began to line up.

“Hey,” she lightly exclaimed: “Would you like to fight?”