"Mr. Qiao Nan?" The maid didn't know Qiao Nan's name, but thinking about the person who stood on the top with the city lord, she understood who that Qiao Nan was.

How could he have contact with the city lord's guests?

Seeing that Eugene was not moving, the maid had to let go of his hand: "Forget it, take care of yourself, we have to escape before those knights surround us. If we don't leave, it will be too late."

"It's alright, let's go, I'll stay here." Eugene is still calm, he is indeed afraid, but as long as he thinks that he is actually a player, he is not so afraid, after all, he will still be at the birth point after death. Resurrection, at most, is to level up from scratch, so a little experience can quickly come back.

"It's really stupid!" Someone heard Eugene's words and said angrily: "No matter how powerful the city lord and that person are, they can't beat so many people outside. You are just courting death by staying here, and you want to show your loyalty. If you don't find a suitable time, you will be happy when death is imminent."

"I believe Mr. Jonan!" Eugene emphasized again.

If you don't look at his trembling legs, that's pretty convincing indeed.

For a time, the city lord's mansion was in chaos, and only Eugene was still standing there waiting for the battle outside, while the servants who were incompetent in the mansion were noisily trying to take the valuables from the mansion and leave here quickly.

Completely forget that the soldiers hired by the nobles have surrounded the city lord's mansion.

Even if the nobles wouldn't attack ordinary people, Qiao Nan had set up a barrier, and there was no way to leave.

Nuoer had a panoramic view of the farce below. Before the first servant went out, he blocked all the doors of the city lord's mansion with a barrier and protected the entire city lord's mansion. Those servants had no way to leave from the inside. The enemies outside There is no way to get in.

It has become a prison-like place.

The servants found that they could not leave at all, and could only gather at the door in vain, trying to get the city master to let them out.

"Believe in the city lord and Mr. Qiao Nan!" Eugene couldn't help shouting, "the city lord and the others are there to protect you, you are betrayal!"

"What betrayal is not betrayal, we have to save our own lives!" Someone shouted, "How can they take care of us when they fight?!"

"This barrier is to protect us."

"Who knows if he used this to drag us to our funeral!"

The man said it for granted, completely leaving Noel's good intentions behind him.

In his heart, the protective barrier created by Norbu was to trap them in the City Lord's Mansion.

Who knows how powerful the current city lord is, no matter how high he is, he can't beat so many people, and the person invited by the city lord seems to be just a scumbag. These two people are purely sent to death in the past.

That's a level 76 magician!

What is the concept of level seventy-six? Just a high-level magic can blow up a small city. They must have been merciful for not blowing up the City Lord's Mansion directly just now.

According to the current situation, there is definitely going to be a fight, and it will be too late to escape after the fight starts. You must hurry up and leave while you can!

Norman took all the farce in the house into his eyes, but did not take it to heart.

These people are the people of the empire. As the prince, he has the responsibility to protect them. As for whether the other party wants to or not and what he will do to him, it is not up to him.

He cared about something else.

"Your name is Jonan?" he asked suddenly.

Why did Eugene, who met for the first time, know Qiao Nan's name, but he was only told his pseudonym? !

Is there anything better than that guy? !

The author has something to say: Qiao Nan: You are incompetent and furious.

Norman: I'm getting jealous!

The first few chapters have been repaired and a few settings have been deleted. If you are interested, you can watch it, or you can watch it if you are lazy. It does not affect the subsequent plot.

☆, Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

Although he was not as tall as Nuoer, his aura and presence were much higher than that of Nuoer's Qiao Nan. His expression at this time still made the elemental mage standing below angry.

He talked to this guy so seriously, but the two of them were chatting like no one else, and they didn't take themselves seriously at all!

How could this make him, who has always looked above the top, swallow this breath!

"Lord Ferguson!" Seeing that the elemental mage he invited was about to lose his mind, Edman quickly stopped him, "The two of them are angering you!"

"I know." Ferguson refused to admit that he had lost his mind by being stimulated by the other party, but he still stopped moving according to his words.

However... the name Qiao Nan seems to have been heard somewhere.

It's just that the sphere composed of the water element still hasn't been retracted, showing its own sense of existence.

But Qiao Nan was not afraid at all, and didn't even put his eyes on Ferguson.

"Joe is my surname. It doesn't seem wrong to tell strangers my surname." Qiao Nan didn't think there was anything wrong with his behavior.

To him, Noel was a stranger he had just met, and the other party was still an NPC.

Because of his particularity in the outside world, Qiao Nan doesn't like to say his name directly. He usually tells others his surname. When he is familiar with it later, he will tell his name.

His surname Qiao is very common, and it doesn't matter if he says it out. There has never been such a situation of being questioned before.

As for why he confessed to Eugene, it was purely because if two people added friends, only their real names would be displayed, and there was no way to hide them. out yourself.

Speaking of which, isn't Noel a little too serious?

It's just an ordinary friend. If it weren't for the fact that he was very similar to his own disciple, he wouldn't even have much contact with Nuoer, let alone follow Nuoer back to his city master's mansion.