"Uncle Bessaro, maybe it's just that you have become prejudiced by Your Excellency Xia Lan's behavior just now." Pandilia shook her head and said.

"This is not prejudice. It is an elder's advice to the younger generation!" Baisaro said in a cold tone.

"But I believe in my eyes more." Pandillia said.

"Your Highness!" Baisaro frowned and said, "Do you rather believe in an outsider than an elder who has accompanied you for more than ten years of growth and understanding?"

"I'm sorry for letting you down." Pandillia did not explain, but showed a faint apology and guilt.

"Very good! His Highness Pandelia. It seems that you have really grown up." Baisaro took a deep breath, focused his attention on Xia Lan in front of him again, holding the long sword in his hand tightly, as if he could slash at the dangerous man in front of him who was confused by Pandelia in the next moment!

"Uncle Bessaro, what should we do now?"

Olambert, who was hiding behind Besaro, tried hard to calm down the fear in his heart and said softly. His eyes didn't even dare to look at Xia Lan, who had almost given him death just now.

Bessaro was very disappointed with Orambert's performance. Men can be afraid of danger, but they must not lose the courage to retreat. Now, Orambert obviously lost his courage, like a scared and timid child. Compared to his talented and generous father, Orambert really did not look like a qualified heir. Perhaps his years of stable and domineering life under the protection of Viscount Morrown had already made him lose his true strong will. In the early years, he really should have agreed to Viscount Morrown's decision to send him to the front line of the war border to hone.

"His Highness Pandillia, now that things have come to this point, I don't want to say anything more. Please go with us to meet Viscount Morrown. I think what happened here will spread soon, and your safety will become an important issue at that time." Berzaro calmed down, cleared his thoughts and said to Pandillia.

"Yes, but I have a condition." Pandillia said.

"What conditions?" Baisaro said with his eyelids.

"No matter where I am, I need Lord Xia Lan to guard me. This is my condition!"

Oops!

Baisaro subconsciously wanted to refuse, but after seeing Pandelia's firm eyes, he knew that it was definitely not easy for him to persuade Pandelia. In desperation, he could only grit his teeth and nodify.

"Can!"

Pandilia nodded and looked at Al Xie, who was lying in a pool of blood beside her and said, "This man used to be the benefactor who saved my life. Now he is even more seriously injured in fighting with you to protect me. I don't want to continue to get entangled because of misunderstandings. I just need you to do your best to heal his injuries. If he has a little accident, I will never forgive you!"

"No problem, he will get the best pharmacist and chapel priest from Querofi." Bessaro responded and said.

"So, let's go."

Naturally, someone cleaned up the clothes in the room. Pandillia walked down the lobby along the stairs and stepped into Xia Lan involuntarily. Bessaroben wanted to step forward to block the middle, but the man opposite was looking at him with a calm and dangerous gaze that made him dare not act rashly.

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Chapter completed!