Devonshire knew how to keep a low profile.
In the eyes of outsiders, the young Brittany Baron was arrogant and liked to do strange things. Although he was proven to be talented in many areas, everyone still treated him as a second-generation heir.
His elder brother became famous in Nur and became an undeniable genius. He fought in hundreds of battles with Tyrell and the Orcs and conquered the Empire with his own strength. On the other hand, Devonshire was still the second-generation heir. He continued to study and learn the use of Psionic Powers. The Baron had fought in battles before, but he rarely had the opportunity to lead an army.
However, Devenhill's abilities were not inferior to Frederick's, especially when it came to the use of Psionic Ability. Clayon's youngest son had never revealed his talents. His plan was to make a fortune in silence. That was his plan.
Unlike Frey Derick, who was taught by Emilia to become the Emperor of the Empire, Devonshire was not interested in inheriting the throne of his father, Laing, as the Knight King. A mere Brittany Knight King was not Devonshire's goal. His grandfather wanted to be the Commander of the Human Empire, and his uncle wanted to be the Regent of the Empire.
"You've learned the Three Sacred Seals so quickly?" The Emperor looked at his grandson. Finally, a hint of affection appeared on his face, and a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
"After seeing my father use it a few times, it's not difficult." Devonshire pulled the Twilight sisters to his side. He was not even twenty years old, and he still had some hair around his mouth. He smiled at his grandfather and said, "The difficult part is how to use the power of the Ancient Saint like my father. I can only summon some strange creatures from the subspace to work with them."
"Don't worry. Take it slow. You can't compare to your father's Psionic Powers." The Emperor was clad in a golden armor, with golden threads that looked like a maze, and a golden robe draped over his body. The holy words of the Lord of Mankind were filled with encouragement and gratification. "I didn't think he could defeat the Seed of Destruction, but he was able to learn the power of the Seed of Destruction on the spot … I fought the same way when I dealt with the fragment of the Star God Void Dragon. When the battle was over, I seized its power, learned its knowledge, mastered its skills, and sealed it on Mars."
"Then I want to be as powerful as my grandfather," Devonshire said respectfully.
"Your hat and headdress." The Emperor looked at Devonshire's hat. For some reason, Devonshire was wearing a Brittany Admiral's hat with two red ribbons on his head. "Is there a reason?"
"This is the symbol of the Soul of Steel, grandfather. I met a creature in the subspace. It was a duck with a snow-white body, wearing an Admiral's hat, ribbons, and sunglasses. It wanted me to inherit its Soul of Steel," Devonshire explained. "So that's what I did."
"Soul of Steel?" The Emperor looked at the Twilight sisters, who were sweating nervously and were too shy to look up. He shook his head. "You can't inherit the Soul of Steel, Devonshire. The Soul of Steel needs to maintain its purity, and you've obviously spent a lot of effort on them."
"Then I won't inherit it, grandfather," Devonshire replied immediately.
"Your father won another great victory. Your mother, Suria, did well in the defense of Culona." The Emperor thought for a long time. "And your brother, Frey, is famous in Nur. What about you? Devonshire, don't you have anything you want to do? Do you want to win glory? "
"I have my own ideas, grandfather," Devonshire said solemnly. "I won't be a slave to glory."
"Don't you want your name to be engraved in history?" the Emperor asked.
"Some people can't accept that there's no corresponding celebration or praise after they've won a great victory. Some people can't accept that there's no cheering or applause when the old era is over. They look forward to laurels, glory, titles, and rewards to prove their achievements and status. They need praise." Devonshire stared at his grandfather. The Shengsun shook his head. "But I don't need it."
The King of Humans was moved. The Emperor stared at his eldest grandson and asked, "Did you think of this yourself?"
"Uncle Zhuang Sen taught me," Devonshire said quickly.
"He really doesn't know how to teach children." The Emperor thought of his eldest son.
"What uncle says is the truth. He's just not good at expressing it."
"Transcendent vision. It's my, Zhuang Sen's, Laing's, and your talent." The Emperor turned his gaze to Suria, who was sitting beside Knight King. The Emperor looked at his daughter-in-law and pondered for a long time. Finally, he said, "You've worked hard. I know it's been hard on you."
An indescribable bitterness and grievance welled up in Knight King's heart. Suria lowered her head and wiped away her tears.
"You two, come here." The Emperor looked at Suria again and gestured for the Twilight sisters to come forward.
Nestra was very respectful. As an elder sister, she knew how powerful the Emperor was.
Alohan was mainly shy, but also a little unconvinced. She couldn't help but look at the Emperor a few more times. She really wanted to draw her bow and see how powerful the Emperor was. Would he be killed by her arrow?
The Emperor's figure in the mirror shot out two rays of golden light and blasted the Twilight sisters. Both Nestra and Alohan felt extremely disgusted. They retched and vomited, vomiting out two clumps of filthy black sludge. Alohan fainted on the spot while Nestra collapsed to the ground.
"Sister Nestra! Sister Alohan! " Devonshire was shocked. He quickly helped the Twilight sisters up and held Alohan's waist while supporting Nestra.
Suria immediately looked at the two clumps of black sludge on the ground. The two clumps of sludge seemed to have a life of their own. They immediately merged into one and wriggled along the ground. A black mark appeared on the marble floor.
The Evil of the World! The corruption and curse of the Great Forest of Azeroth were still entangling the Twilight sisters!
Suria quickly wanted to pull out the Angel Faction.
Someone was faster than her. The Emperor's Judgment had already arrived. With a flash of golden light, the black sludge evaporated on the spot. The Emperor said coldly, "The Queen of the Wood Elves has never completely purified the Chaos corruption brought by Morasi and Morgul. The souls, power, and origin of these two maids came from the Weave and Aleil's soul. The corruption in their bodies is hidden deep in their souls. Devonshire, I've helped you this time. You have to be careful in the future."
"Thank you, grandfather!" Devonshire quickly expressed his gratitude. The Emperor gestured for Suria to come forward.
"Father?" Suria hurried forward.
"Tell Laing that Kahn, Lucius, and Tyfons have all reached the Chosen One's side and submitted to him. The coming battle won't be easy. When I sent my original body to this world, the four gods were doing the same thing." The Emperor continued, "Laing did well, but don't let your guard down. Also, I'll think of a way to deal with Anglo."
"Yes," Suria quickly replied.
"Destroy the jewelry and armor I gave you. I asked Vulcan to make you a brand new set. It's already being done. As for what happened in the past … It's best if you can understand it, but it's fine if you can't. Macardo has already told you everything." The Emperor's figure disappeared from the mirror after saying a few more words.
A few days later, Laing's court departed from Kurona and traveled along the canal to Muxilon.
The Winter Veil Festival of Year 2524 of the Empire's Calendar arrived as scheduled. The Brittany held a grand celebration to celebrate the success of a series of defensive battles. Laing was also seizing the time to replenish his troops. The old army needed to be reorganized and replenished, and the new army needed to be built.
The Brittany High Command held the last meeting before the Winter Veil Festival. During the meeting, they came up with a new plan. Laing planned to reorganize all of the Brittany's troops, and at the same time, further develop and utilize the war potential of the Knight King.
Brittany currently had more than 27000 feudal knights on the books. At the same time, Laing planned to expand the army to about 40000 field troops, 50000 semi-professional hunters, city guards, and 60000 reserve troops.
This was the largest army that the Knight King, with a population of more than 9 million people, could build without affecting production and maintaining the economy. One soldier out of 50 would be enough.
If Laing planned to bring his entire family with him, the field troops could be doubled or tripled. However, there was no need for that, especially when the Empire had already announced the great victory of Huff Wind Root. Why would the Knight King be so nervous to build new troops after the Empire's great victory?
The follow-up news from Aurora also came.
Whether it was Kurfürst Marius who fled to Herzig, Boris Mildenheim, Kurfürst Alberich who retreated to Steyr, or Brunswick, the capital of the Empire, the official news from the Empire was "the great victory of Huff Wind Root". Emperor Karl-franz of the Empire led the army of the Empire to defeat the main forces of Chaos and killed the deputy commander of Chaos, Keron the Conqueror.
Even the news from the vampires was the same. The many organizations and intelligence sources that the Lemia sisters had planted in the Empire also showed that the Empire had won a great victory.
Only the Nur side had doubts about the great victory of Huff Wind Root. Among them, Countess Emilia publicly questioned the authenticity of this great victory. She said that whether it was the military strength or the number of soldiers, the victory came too easily. The University of Nur collected a lot of information and found a few soldiers who retreated from the battlefield to try to prove that the Battle of Huff Wind Root was not as good as the officials said. What about the emperor himself?
In the end, the Nur side was criticized by almost all the Kurfürst. Many people questioned whether the Countess of the Empire could not bear to see the Empire prosper. Did she want to hand a knife to the foreign forces? Did she want to see the Empire collapse? Were she the Countess of the Empire or the Countess of Chaos?
Emilia did not say anything more. She just continued to let Nur and Wesson prepare for war. The Nur City Council passed the bill to build more troops.
However, she also passed a few pieces of news to Laing, which attracted Laing's attention.
Some of the Empire's soldiers who returned from the frontline spread some rumors, saying that the Empire suffered a great defeat in Huff Wind Root and suffered heavy casualties. However, their voices soon disappeared and were denied by the Empire officials.
Emperor Karl-franz of the Empire still did not show up.
Logically speaking, after such a great victory, the Empire should expel the forces of Chaos and even try to reclaim the territory of Kislöw. However, the current situation was that the battle line continued to move back. It seemed that the Empire had given up on Auster and Austermark and retreated to the front line of Hawke, Tarabek, and Steyr.
The conclusion of Aurora's analysis was that although the Empire won a great victory, they must have suffered heavy losses. Judging from the fact that Chaos did not show any signs of advancing and was only busy with plundering, the Empire should have won the battle of Huff Wind Root. Emperor Karl-franz should be cleaning up the remnants of Chaos in the North, so there was no new news.
Sitting in his office in Fontainebleau Palace, Laing sat behind his desk and read the report of the Old Guard's replacement. Almost a year after the battle of Kuyleu, the Old Guard and Mu Xilon's Coldstream Guards were finally filled up. The old guard had led the new guards many times and recovered a certain amount of combat strength. Semi-professional hunters were also formed all over the country.
Aurora wore a black-and-white business dress from Fontainebleau, looking like a mature secretary. Under the tight-fitting dress, a pair of slender legs wrapped in black jacquard lace ultra-thin fluorescent pantyhose rested directly on Laing's thighs. The sacred sorceress's face was languid and beautiful. Her skin was fair and rosy, and her phoenix eyes behind her gold-rimmed glasses were seductive. She half-leaned and didn't say a word as she watched him work.
In the room, only the sound of snow outside the window and the fire in the fireplace could be heard. Occasionally, there would be footsteps in the corridor. Everything seemed so quiet. Aurora enjoyed such a leisurely and luxurious life. She leaned on the soft armchair beside Laing.
Not far from the room, Teresa was lying on the sofa and sleeping soundly. In the past few days, the two people in charge of MI7 had been by Laing's side. Teresa obviously enjoyed a lot of love. The sorceress had always been very weak in this aspect. She was so tired that she spent most of her time sleeping or resting in bed. Of course, this was also due to Aurora's help. In order to give her daughter a chance to have another daughter, the mother secretly put something in her daughter's black tea and increased the dosage.
"Hey …" Aurora saw that Laing was just looking at the documents with his head down and couldn't help but stretch out her foot and kick Laing. "Why are you always so busy? The day after tomorrow is the Winter Veil Festival. Take a break for two days. "
"I have to finish my work before I can rest." Laing reached out and held the pearl buckle high heels dangling in front of his eyes. He shook his head. "With my ability, I have to deal with so many things. Now I understand why most Knight King's strength often regresses after ascending the throne."
"Actually, you don't have to do this." Aurora's face turned red when her beautiful black feet were held in Laing's hand. The Sanctum witch said softly, "There are many things that you can leave to your subordinates. You're a king now. Take a good rest for a few days."
"You're not angry with me anymore?" Laing gently took off Aurora's square high heels and rubbed the Sanctum witch's beautiful black feet with his hands. Feeling the warmth and the extreme smoothness to the touch, the Knight King laughed. "I thought you were going to argue with me again."
Aurora blushed and shook her head slightly. "It's not like I don't know how you've treated me and Teresa in the past few years."
"You know and you still go against me all day long?" Laing said playfully. He hugged Aurora's pair of beautiful legs in jacquard silk stockings and put down the quill.
"… I'm afraid that you don't know how to cherish what you got too easily. Teresa is not smart in this regard." Aurora kicked Laing angrily again and turned her head. "But … I can't leave now. I can only accept it."
The Sanctum witch was actually very satisfied. Laing was not only handsome, rich, and strong like a bison, but more importantly, he would share his incomparably pure subspace psionic energy with her. Aurora relied on Laing's power to "reverse growth" and returned to her youth. She now looked like she used to look when she was 24 or 25 years old.
The witches of her generation were either too old or had already passed away. Only Aurora had always maintained her vitality and youthful appearance. From this point alone, it was impossible for Aurora to leave Laing. Not to mention, Laing's various resources and Laing's superior status. She would be received with the highest standards wherever she went.
"Work harder and make Teresa pregnant." Aurora thought for a moment and then said, "I've tested it. Teresa should be able to get pregnant."
"Are you going to let Teresa give birth to a daughter?" Laing laughed. "I've already thought of a name. How about Skadi?"
"… That's right." Aurora's face turned red. She quickly changed the topic. "Katarina, she … she asked me for a few key ingredients for the Ice Witch's secret medicine. I have to tell you about this."
"What kind of secret medicine?" Laing was still teasing Aurora.
"Laing!!!" Aurora's voice became sharp. "Is this fun?"
"This is indeed a problem." Laing's face began to become serious. He hugged Aurora's pair of beautiful black silk legs and sighed as he took advantage of her. "You tell me, my MI7 director, what should I do with this female Tsar?"
Laing opened the drawer. Inside was a magic invitation covered in ice and snow.
Katarina invited Laing to her place for the third time to "see" Kislöw's national treasure. This time, the location was a villa suite in the Royal Bulgari Hotel in Fontainebleau Palace.
"Give me some advice, my MI7 director? Should I care about Kislöw's business? "
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