"You don't need to look at me," Veronica saw the Sword Saint of the Meiye people turn his head to look at her, and couldn't help but respond irritably: "You don't actually believe the nonsense of that woman, do you? Back then, the Empire sent troops to the Sutherland Duchy not because of your dear Lord Duke's good son. Besides, don't worry, what I say naturally will be done."
"That's good." Mephisto raised his sword: "I'll deal with that woman, you deal with that Priest, no problem, right?"
"No problem, Anman's strength isn't on par with mine," Veronica replied.
"That's not necessarily true, you need to be careful," Mephisto said, adding a sentence: "I'm not worried about you, I just don't want you to drag me down from behind."
The Lady Qing glared at him, no one had dared to speak to her like that since she became famous, moreover, seriously speaking, her age was definitely older than this 'young Sword Saint'.
