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When we returned to Rogge Camp and reported the good news to Akara, she also had a smile on her face after hearing the fifth master’s decision. If Kajiel can be cured and Angelil can come back, then the alliance will have another chance.

There will be one more quasi-four-wing thug, this old fox who is an evil capitalist oppressor must be thinking so in his heart.

"Well, in this way, you can finally continue to practice with peace of mind, without me, an old woman, having to worry too much."

"Sorry for causing you so much trouble." Carlos looked apologetic, not only to Akara, but also to everyone. Everyone has been thinking about how to help him and revolve around him during this time. Now the matter is resolved

After thinking about it, Carlos realized how much everyone had paid for this.

"It's okay, it's okay, old lady, my most important task now is to help you solve all kinds of problems, big and small, so that you can calm down and practice well. Who said that you are the future of the alliance?"

Akara had a smile on her face. Although she said she was willing to work hard, why did I always feel like she was feeding pigs, trying to make us full and then sharpen her knives? No, it seems that her image of an old fox is already in my heart.

It is deeply ingrained and cannot be changed.

"Actually, Seattle has a small problem now." I rolled my eyes and suddenly said.

"Junior brother Wu, you can't talk nonsense. If I have any problems, I won't tell Akara myself. I want you to talk more." Seatik's face changed greatly, and he probably guessed what I was going to say.

I ignored him and said under Akara's interested gaze: "Seaike sighed just now, saying that he must find a partner as soon as possible to start a family with perfect muscle lines. He also has to go back to brewing. Of course, the first

The two conditions are secondary because they can be learned."

"You bastard, I was just joking!!!"

Seattlek showed an expression that showed that he was indeed like this, and then he became furious and rushed towards me, trying to tear my mouth apart. He was stopped by the witty Carlos, and started making trouble in Akara's tent, but be careful not to tear it down.

"Oh? The uneasy Seattle Ke finally has the idea of ​​starting a family?"

Akara's energy was lifted at that moment, and countless wisdom and ideas seemed to flash through his white eyes. It was frightening to see. This terrible enthusiasm, it seemed that he was not just trying to find a wife for Seattle, but

I also want to open a harem for him.

According to the gossip, regarding Pastor Alukaqi and Carlos, this old fox seemed to have played a big role, but Carlos was only thinking about his angel wife. He was so infatuated that Akara could do nothing.

Now in the blink of an eye, she has her mind set on Seattle Lake again. What is she going to do?

Thinking about the past few years, to be more precise, it was not long after I came to Rogge Camp. Starting from the time of Vilas, I met, fell in love with, and combined with the girls again and again. It seemed that it was more or less the case.

The shadow of this old fox behind the scenes clearly wants me to become the prince of hundreds of tribes.

At that time, I thought she just wanted to use me as a hub to closely connect various races with the alliance, but then I thought about it carefully. No, at least Vilas, Sarah and the others are not princesses of any clan.

Why is Kara so concerned?

Now when I think about the treatment of Seattle Lake and Carlos, I can't help but tremble. I understand, I finally understand, Akara treats us as stallions, not only squeezing our labor force, but also giving small ideas to others.

Our descendants have gone up. Perhaps in her view, if we have such talents, our descendants must be quite outstanding. If we have more children, there will be countless second, third, and fourth generation heroes in the future.

Already.

This is the same as the conclusion I made before. What is the most important mission of the first generation of braves? It is not to defeat the demon king, but to give birth to more second generation braves. In this way, after more than ten generations, the demon king can be drowned using the human sea tactic.

As a family, there is nothing we can do about it. Human beings have no other strong points and only one has the strongest reproductive ability.

However, Akara helped me get so many harems and pseudo-harems, but still no results. I have picked up several good baby girls. This old fox may have been disappointed in me. No wonder I always feel like a harem recently.

There has been no increase for many years. Is this the reason?

This world is indeed full of conspiracy and malice, and adults are all a bunch of dirty-minded people.

Thinking like this out of ten, I actually feel happy in my heart. No matter what Akara does behind the scenes, the deep relationship between me and the girls is real. Maybe I have to thank her. Of course,

Thank you can't just talk about it, you have to take some practical actions. I have decided that when I go back, I will work hard with the girls to do some child-making activities to satisfy the expectations of the second generation of Akala's brave men.

While I was thinking about it, the topic on the other side seemed to have some twists. I don’t know what method Seike used to dispel Akara’s idea, or maybe Akara just didn’t mention it with his mouth, but he had it in his heart.

Make a plan.

"So, that letter was not used?"

"Yes, it's right here, please take it back." Carlos respectfully took out the envelope from his arms and handed it to Akara. After this incident, Akara spared no effort to help, and he really got it.

Carlos' gratitude and respect.

"Grandma Akara, let me take a look at what's written on it." I shamelessly approached it, intending to take a look at the envelope, which would allow Mr. Wu to make some compromises, which made me extremely curious.

"Go, go, little kid, what kind of letter are you reading? It's not time for you to care about this." Akara waved at me with a kind heart, and quickly put the letter in his arms to prevent me from reading it.

"That's right, you're a little kid, go home and change your diaper." Seattle had just been slapped by me, and now he was grinning widely and couldn't wait to get revenge.

"No matter how young I am, I am still a married man, not as naive as some people who don't even have a wife." I responded in a strange voice.

The barbarian's smile froze, and he coughed loudly as if he was being choked by something.

"Okay, stop arguing. You two are both half-matched, and it makes you worry the same. At least, Carlos is watching you, so I can feel more at ease." Akara shook his head and sighed.

"It seems like Carlos is the father who worked hard to raise us." I muttered dissatisfied.

"This is really interesting. Regardless of Seattle, considering your age, Carlos is just right to be your father." Akara showed a very interested look. He looked at me and then at Carlos.

Suddenly regretful.

"Unfortunately, it's nothing like it."

I burst into tears immediately. Akara, you want to say how ugly a woman Carlos would have to marry to counteract his handsomeness. You would give birth to such an ordinary me, right? Although this is true, it is too hurtful.

, I’m going to defect to the Fallen Alliance, you bastard!

"If I had a son like Junior Brother Wu, I would be under a lot of pressure." Carlos smiled cheerfully, Angelil was expected to return, and the silly smile on this good old knight's face never stopped.

"Why are you mentioning Carlos? In fact, my age is very suitable to be the father of Junior Brother Wu, isn't it?" Seattleik shook his bald head and suddenly interjected, also wanting to take advantage of me.

"You?" Akara glanced at him, and said something outrageous: "You'd better find a wife quickly."

The savage's face was so bitter that he could squeeze out the juice from bitter melon.

After leaving the little black shop in Akara, Carlos finally remembered the business. It was not the time to feel completely at ease yet. Angelil was going to go to the elves in a few days, and he had to make arrangements.

Unfortunately, because of the rules of this bet, he couldn't meet Angelil. Naturally, he couldn't go to the elves to greet her in person, so this important task was handed over to us.

"I'm sorry that this matter has to trouble you two. I hope you can go greet Angelil and don't make her feel too lonely." Carlos asked us solemnly.

"Aren't you talking nonsense? I will have to take Kajie'er with me then. Don't worry, leave it to me." I confidently slapped my chest, not thinking about who we were?

"It's okay, Junior Brother Wu is the prince of the Elf clan. Even if he is a pretty boy in the eyes of other elves, he still has a little bit of power." Seattleik echoed with malicious intent.

"What did you say? What did you say? You pretty boy? Seatik, your news has lagged behind. I am now among the elves, and my reputation is second only to Arturia and the Twelve Knights. There is still a statue of me at the border."

I put on a strong POSE to correct Seattle's misinformation.

"Really? According to my survey, the number one elf male who wants to be tied up and thrown to the bottom of the sea is not you, Junior Brother Wu?" Seattleik asked pretending to be confused.

"That... that's an exception. I am very prestigious in front of women, the elderly and children." I bit my tongue in pain. It seemed that the sequelae of marrying my king were still there. I was among the elf men.

Still the unshakable No.1.

"But I am indeed interested in the statue you mentioned. Let's go and take a look at it some other time." Seattleik picked his nostrils and said again.

"Well... forget it, just don't look at those flashy things."

I felt guilty again. Without further explanation, the first impression given to others by the statue of the Hanged Man in the Sky Tribe Square was like being subjected to some kind of torture by being hung upside down. Its effect is no less effective than that of a paper mill.

The Meditator, compared to the bronze statue of Arturia and I holding hands in the wedding town, is simply not too normal.

"It's really suspicious. Is there something shameful you're hiding from us?" The suspicious Seatik looked me up and down, staring at me until I had goosebumps all over my body.

"No, how could there be one? Hahaha~~~" I smiled, trying my best to stay calm.

"You two, stop arguing, Junior Brother Wu, Angelil will bother you to make more arrangements when the time comes." Carlos interrupted our conversation at just the right place and said.

Before I could answer, Seatik was beside himself with pride: "Don't worry, leave it to us. I have specially prepared twenty jars of fine wine for Angelil to ensure that she will not be lonely in the elves."

I:"……"

Do you want Angelil to get drunk among the elves and become an alcoholic?

Sure enough, Carlos was furious when he heard what he said. His daughter and wife are the only enemies of this gentle and polite Paladin. Seattle is looking for death XDDD.

In the name of celebrating the victory, Seattle Ke openly followed me to have a meal together, and even dragged Carlos, who originally wanted to go back alone to taste the happiness, to my house. It was exactly noon and he was in time to have a warm meal.

Lunch is really cheap.

The hall was full of girls, chattering like a nest of oriole nests. I turned my eyes and found that only Vilas was missing. She must be busy in the kitchen, so I quietly lurked over and entered the kitchen. There was only this one.

The puppy is alone.

"Vlas?"

"Sir, are you hungry? Lunch will be ready soon."

Seeing me sneaking in, Vilas thought I was here to steal some food, so she turned around and smiled brightly. Her fair and delicate cheeks, covered with a slight fragrant sweat, were stained with a few strands of black hair. Against the background of the kitchen fire, she looked like a child.

There were several pictures of beautiful cooks who were so delicate, charming and mature that I was stunned.

I took a cautious look and found that there was no pan in Veras' hand, so I felt relieved and came up behind her when she wasn't paying attention and hugged her gently.

"Woo! Sir... Sir, what do you want to do? Don't make trouble." Vilas whined like a frightened puppy, and her body softened, but her hands for cooking were still flexible and she was the youngest person in history.

The super chef.
To be continued...