"That's a given. I'm honored." Sulia didn't even hesitate. The female knight immediately placed her small hand, which was wearing a white velvet glove, into Leon's large hand.
"Thank you very much." Laing heaved a sigh of relief. Things were much easier this way.
He felt that the female Knight was always willing to lend him a helping hand when he needed it the most. It warmed his heart.
Moreover, Suria was participating in the banquet in her own name. Laing and Suria understood what it meant for an unmarried marquess.
They started to have a tacit understanding.
They agreed to meet at Laing's place three days later before heading to Bordero together.
Bordero's capital, Bordero's capital, wasn't far from Laing's fief, Zeon Hill. It would take at most two days to reach there. Laing planned to arrive a day earlier and visit the Poseidon Knight's headquarters as well as the rich Bordero's capital.
Laing didn't need too many guards, but as a lord, he couldn't travel alone like before. It would be too degrading if he had to do everything himself.
As usual, it wasn't convenient for the female Knight to spend the night there. After making an appointment with Laing, she left on her pegasus, leaving Emilia behind.
After half a year of schooling in Vanford, Emilia matured quickly. However, she was still a cute little maid in front of Laing. After not seeing each other for a few months, Emilia's eyes were bright. She sat beside Laing and said softly, "Mister Laing, I've heard about your exploits. You destroyed the Thousand Demons Cliff and completely defeated the Orc tribe."
"It's not a big deal, Emilia. Destroying the Orcs in the forest is what I should do." Laing didn't take it seriously, but Emilia was serious. "No, Mister Laing. You're the best for protecting this nation."
"Speaking of which, I used to be able to help you with my disguise. But now, I can't help you with anything, Mister Laing." Emilia pursed her thin lips and looked aggrieved. "If this goes on, I'll be despised by Mister Laing."
"Haha, why would I despise you, Emilia? You've already helped me a lot." Laing knew that Emilia wanted to repay his kindness but couldn't find a way to do so. He took the initiative to ask, "By the way, I'm going to Bordero's. Do you want to come with me?"
"Oh? Can I? "Amelia's eyes lit up.
"Well, Olica doesn't like to go on long trips. You can come with me this time. Is everything alright at the academy?"
"Nope."
"Good. You'll come with me to Bordero's."
"Okay!"
… …
At the same time, Brittany, Cursed City of Muxilon, Dukedom of Connaught.
Many parts of the city's tall walls had sunk into the swamps. Escaped serfs and other unknown lifeforms occupied the port city. The streets were dark and gloomy, and under the shadow of the huge walls, there was no more than three hours of sunlight a day. Most of the residents there had pale skin and looked dispirited.
The city's economic system was still a mystery. There were taverns, brothels, drug parlors, fighting pits, and other dark and depraved places. The shops there sold forbidden books, cult ornaments, and all sorts of poisons and assassination equipment. However, there didn't seem to be any normal shops like food stores or tailors.
Most of the residents seemed to have strange jobs outside the city. Every day, trucks and boats loaded with necessities would arrive in the city. Among them, the Blood Clan lords and vampire knights would often appear in the crowd. However, the Blood Nobles and the residents here were in a situation where they did not care about each other. As long as the serfs were willing to pay taxes or sell their blood, the vampires would allow them to continue living here.
At the same time, it was also Brittany's biggest place to sell stolen goods. As much as they didn't want to admit it, many shameless knights liked to sell their illegal gains here. The vampires bought and sold large amounts of stolen goods for a huge profit. Nobody knew how they got rid of those goods.
Today, a carriage slowly drove into Muxilon. Four dead horses were driving it.
Yes, four undead horses that had lost all their flesh and blood.
This made the residents shudder. They took the initiative to avoid the skeletal horses' path into the city. These skeletal horses had withered bodies. Only their eyes burned with green soul flames.
In the gloomy carriage, a low, dry, hoarse voice was replying to a young, energetic voice.
"Ah … I don't know how much time has passed. I've finally come to the old world again. The signs of divination and prophecy show that we need to collect more materials if we want our Lord to return from the darkness," said the low and dry hoarse voice.
"Materials? Godfather, what materials do we need to collect if we want the Lord of the Dead to return? " Replied the young voice. This voice sounded very bold and arrogant. At the same time, it was full of hatred.
"We need to find the nine books written by our Lord. At the same time, we need to collect enough magic carriers as offerings to guide our Lord's return." The hoarse voice continued, "Ah … Only the remaining magic in the Nine Scrolls can solve that puzzle. Only with enough sacrifices can the fragmented soul of my master be lured back to this world and complete his rebirth."
"One of the books is sealed in Brittany. I can sense that it is in the territory of the Duchy of Bryon. My godson, it's time. It's time to start our plan. We've been preparing for years."
"The Blood Duke has proven to be a useless person. Pure war can't defeat these chivalrous knights. We need to infiltrate and then destroy this country from the inside."
"I will destroy this hypocritical country built on lies and deceit! Godfather! " The young voice was full of hatred and pain. "I will end all of this with my own hands and my sword."
"Very good." The hoarse voice was filled with an inexplicable joy. "Apart from that, we have another goal."
"That is … Her whereabouts have always been mysterious. But we can …"
"Let us begin."
… …
Five days later, Laing met up with Suria as he wished.
The female knight brought along her maid, Sylvia, as well as five knight squires. They were all loyal knights of the Winford Family, and they were here to protect their mistress and serve her on her journey.
As a Marquess, Sulia definitely wouldn't do any chores herself. Her maid, Sylvia, also rarely did any chores, so the servants had to be well prepared when they went out.
He didn't intend to bring too many people with him. Just as he had planned, he only brought Amelia and his butler, Katsenberg, as well as five other soldiers. It would only take a little more than a day's journey from Baron Zeon's dominion to Bodlius, and the journey wasn't dangerous.
It just so happened that Clayon had ordered a luxurious carriage. Hence, he arranged for the three girls to rest in the carriage while he rode on the pure-blooded Elven warhorse, Grape. He sat in front of the carriage and chatted with his butler, Katzenberg.
"The weather is getting colder. When we return to Zeon, we should be able to prepare for winter." Laing looked up. The late autumn wind was like a bone-scraping knife. Brittany wasn't as cold as Nord, but it was near the sea and had a humid climate. The cold wind was terrifying. Emilia, who had a weaker constitution, wanted to talk to him, but she was chased back into the carriage by Laing and wrapped in a blanket to protect herself from the cold.
"Yes, this year is a year of good harvest, my Baron. We'll be able to have a good year thanks to the Lady's blessings." Cassenberg nodded, and a gratified expression appeared on the butler's face. "My Baron, can I tell you something from the truth?"
"Go ahead."
"I've always thought that as a Holy Grail Knight, you wouldn't be that interested in governing your own territory. But my Baron, you're really talented in internal affairs. Now it seems that you don't need too much help. You can handle many things yourself." Katzenberg's tone was very calm.
"But that's why I need you. I'm a Grail knight who serves the Lady, not a courtier." Laing nodded before shaking his head. "My main focus will still be on the war."
"Then please allow me to continue assisting you, my Baron," Katsenberg said, "We need each other."
"Perhaps that's the case." Laing agreed to the butler's request. Judging from his performance over the past few months, he was indeed outstanding. "By the way, can you tell me about your past? What was your family's original occupation? "
"Executioners, my Baron. I'm a descendant of Baron Bafar. Of course, that was five or six generations ago. Baron Bafar used to be a famous executioner in Winford. He was responsible for executing rebels and cultists. His targets would be tied to a stake and impaled to death. Then, they would be completely ignited and turned into ashes."
"Oh, that's a bloody profession," Laing sighed.
"Yes, my Baron. But unfortunately, because I'm not a direct descendant, I can't inherit any position or fief. My family can't buy me knight equipment, but I know I can become a courtier. I also believe that this is my destiny. When Sir Laing appeared in front of me, I knew it was time to look for an opportunity," Katsenberg continued.
"That's indeed the case …"
The conversation outside the carriage was still going on. Inside the carriage, the three girls were whispering to each other.
Emilia was wearing a brown leather jacket with a white shirt underneath. She had a blue scarf and a brown skirt. The girl's deerskin boots were placed at the door of the carriage. She wore long black stockings on her legs. The girl wrapped herself in a blanket, which caused the other two female knights to tease her. "Emilia, I told you, Brittany isn't like the Empire or Nord. The climate here is relatively humid and cold."
"Oh, Sister Suria, Sister Sylvia, don't laugh at me anymore," Emilia said, feeling wronged. "I'm just … I'm just …"
"Hahaha!" Sylvia and Suria both laughed. They knew what Emilia was thinking. The two female knights were also wearing short skirts and stockings, but they were more experienced. Not only did they add long cotton stockings outside their stockings, they also wore warm bearskin coats.
Seeing Sulia's dignified and elegant appearance, Amelia felt a little sad and a little self-reproachful. The girl said in a seemingly casual manner, "That's great, Sister Sulia. Mr. Leon took the initiative to invite you to be his female companion. When we were at Marlin Castle, he said that if he really didn't have a female companion, he would bring me along."
The female knight's heart skipped a beat. Emilia's words seemed to be hinting at something, so she wrapped her legs in a blanket and hugged a teddy bear in her arms. She continued Emilia's words. "If I knew this would happen, I would've turned down Laing's invitation. Then wouldn't you have a chance, Emilia?"
"That won't do. Sister Suria, Mr. Laing will be sad if you do that." Emilia looked weak. "Anyway, this is already great. I'm already very satisfied to be able to come out and play with Mr. Laing."
"Hahahaha!" Suria couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh. Although the girl in front of her was a little scheming, she was still very kind in nature.
However, her maidservant Sylvia suddenly blushed and said to her, "My lady, actually, it's not very good for you to agree to Mr. Laing's request directly. It's better to talk to the duke first, right?"
"No, it's not the same, Sylvia." Suria held her maidservant's hand and said softly, "Maybe the result will be the same, but Laing's impression will be different."
"But …" Sylvia, who had a serious personality, blushed and still wanted to say something, but the duke's daughter shook her head. She paid attention to the movement outside, and then said in a voice that only the three girls could hear, "It's not the same, Sylvia, Emilia. Laing is clearly not confident in himself, and this is the time to dispel his doubts. We can't have the slightest hesitation, or our previous efforts will be in vain."
Suria didn't say what specific efforts she was referring to, but Sylvia and Emilia both knew.
Emilia looked at the duke's daughter's natural and unrestrained manner and felt a little uncomfortable. The girl sighed softly. She had wanted to wait for Laing to settle down here and find a chance to slowly get closer to him, but the duke's daughter in front of her appeared so quickly that it was shocking. Furthermore, she had a gentle personality and was also beautiful. It was hard not to have a good impression of her when interacting with her.
Furthermore, Laing's way of interacting with her was different. He still treated her as a maidservant and a younger sister, but he and the female knight in front of her were obviously going for "that" kind of relationship.
They didn't encounter any problems along the way, and the three girls got along very easily. As the carriage's bearings slowly rotated, Suria thought of something else. She held Sylvia's little hand and said, "By the way, Sylvia, haven't you always hoped that Laing could give you some pointers in swordsmanship? This is a good opportunity. "
"Huh? But … but. " Sylvia, who had a somewhat rigid and serious personality, immediately blushed. "It's not very good to ask for pointers directly, is it?"
"How could it be? Sylvia, don't forget, you … "Suria whispered something into Sylvia's ear. Only then did the maidservant nod with a red face." Oh, that's true. "
While the girls were still happily chatting in the carriage, Laing, who was riding outside, met a young knight.
This young knight was riding a standard Brittany mixed elven warhorse. The warhorse was wearing a red and blue harness embroidered with irises. The knight was wearing a full set of plate armor and a black overcoat. The shield was engraved with the image of a yellow lion holding a sword on a black background.
This meant that he was a knight of the Duchy of Connet, but it wasn't the red and blue coat of arms, which meant that he wasn't a knight of the duke's family or a direct descendant.
Laing had never seen this coat of arms before.
"Hello, traveler from afar, noble Knight of the Holy Grail, may I ask if you are also planning to attend the banquet in Bordero?" the young knight immediately asked. It seemed that he wasn't surprised by the appearance of Laing and the others.
"Yes, I am. I am Laing Macado." Laing continued, "And you are?"
"I am Matthew Bard, from the Duchy of Connet. I am a knight-errant. If you don't mind, can I travel with you?"
After that, the young knight seemed to intentionally or unintentionally look at the luxurious carriage.
"Everyone needs a companion on the road."
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