PS: My great England actually lost. Sad! Meow meow meow!
Bodlius was still crowded at night. The maidservant and maidservant weren't qualified to attend the duke's banquet, so they decided to go shopping.
Duke Bordro was rich and the main streets were all equipped with magic lamps. Large numbers of patrolling guards patrolled the streets, allowing the two girls to shop in peace.
"So, Sir Laing pays you five crowns every month?" Sylvia and Emilia walked through the crowd. The two girls were equipped with longswords and were dressed in noble attire. One look and one could tell they weren't to be trifled with.
Some drunkards and hoodlums liked to pester young women, but they weren't fools. They couldn't afford to offend women dressed like that.
"Yes, Mister Laing, or rather, Sir Laing, pays me five crowns every month. I didn't want it at first. Ever since I went to study with Sis Suria, I rarely served Sir Laing." Amelia said softly. The girl's beautiful face was flushed red, most of it due to the cold. "But Sir Leon said that young girls should at least buy some things for themselves. He insisted on giving it to me, and I … Ugh, I feel so embarrassed."
"Haha, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, Emilia." Sylvia always gave off a serious vibe, but this time, she also had the intention to tease Amelia. "Take this as a deposit from Sir Ryan."
"Ah! Sis Sylvia, what nonsense are you talking about? "Emilia's face turned completely red.
"I'm not talking nonsense. What I mean is, Emilia, if you really want to continue staying by Sir Laing's side, you have to be prepared for this," Sylvia said softly. Sylvia said in a low voice, "The duke's intention is very clear. If Mr. Ryan and the young lady continue to develop …"
"I know, I know everything." Emilia's expression dimmed, which Sylvia found strange. Laing was the champion of the Chosen of the Lake, a Grail Knight and a noble. Did Emilia really think she could become Laing's wife?
The two girls turned a corner and saw a witch in a classic red windbreaker and white wolf fur robe hiding in a corner with her apprentice. Seeing the two girls pass by, she gestured for Kathlyn to keep quiet.
The cold sea breeze couldn't pass through the tall walls, but the stones used to build the buildings were chilling. Veronica's sweet face turned serious.
Veronica didn't want to see Amelia like this. She held her little apprentice's hand and whispered, "If Amelia is here, then Leon is most likely in this town as well. And there's a high chance that he's attending Duke Bordero's banquet."
"Councilor, why don't you go and say hi to Emilia? She must know where Mister Laing is. "Kathlyn didn't understand why Veronica didn't take the initiative to meet Emilia.
"It's not that I don't want to see Emilia, and I don't hate her. I just want to see Laing first." Veronica shook her head, her long black hair hanging down from her ears. "I want to know what Laing is planning."
“？？？ Didn't Mister Laing invite you to help him build his territory? Did he promise to build a wizard tower for the councilors? "Catherine didn't quite understand, but the little apprentice listened to her teacher. She didn't say anything.
Although Veronica said so, she was actually hesitating in her heart.
She knew Emilia, but she didn't know the girl following Emilia.
Who was she? Was she Laing's new maid? Or was she Emilia's friend? Or was there some other relationship?
Veronica had been away from Laing for a long time, and now that she was in Bordero, she could arrive at Laing's territory tomorrow afternoon if she moved quickly. Suddenly, she felt a little nervous.
So, I'm still not confident in myself? Suddenly, Garland mocked herself. "Miss Veronica Bernadotte, it's not like you to be so worried all the time."
Veronica thought for a while and made up her mind. "Kathlyn, go find a place to stay. If I don't come back tonight, don't worry about me."
"Councilor, where are you going?" Kathlyn asked curiously as Veronica held her hand.
"I'm going to see Laing."
"Huh?"
… …
The night was getting late. Although the banquet didn't seem to be stopping, Laing felt that it was time to leave.
"Suria?" He found the duke's daughter hiding in a corner and reached out his hand. "Let's go."
"Okay!" The duke's daughter was also a little tired of the long banquet, so she held Laing's hand and walked out of the castle's courtyard together. "Laing …"
"What's wrong? Suria? "Under the moonlight, the female knight's milk-like skin exuded a beautiful halo.
"Lord Bodrick … What's the matter?" Suria hesitated for a moment and asked.
"He plans to launch a counterattack against the dark elves who have been harassing his territory repeatedly, and he may need to borrow my power." Laing felt that there was nothing to hide, so he explained Bodrick's plan a little. "The duke wants to solve the problem of the pirates so that he can find the Holy Grail."
"Lord Bodrick is already over eighty years old. Even if he's a legendary figure, he's already old. He doesn't have much time." Suria nodded in understanding. It wasn't surprising that Bodrick would have such thoughts.
"But I think he's a little too anxious. The problem of the dark elves isn't the main problem. If he doesn't care about the war between Estalia and Duke Bereon in the south, it's fine. But the Red Duke in the north …" Laing was a little distressed. He could see that Bodrick was indifferent to the threat of the vampires.
However, Laing believed that the Red Duke's existence was a cancer in the Knight King's Kingdom. He had to find a way to get rid of him, or else the kingdom's power wouldn't be able to concentrate.
How could humans and the undead coexist in harmony? Only dead vampires were good vampires.
The power of a baron was still too weak. He had to continue to accumulate capital.
As they talked, they arrived at their destination.
"Hmm?" At the door of his room, Laing saw an unexpected woman.
Veronica was wearing a fiery red windbreaker and a white wolf fur cloak. She had a charming smile on her face and a pair of knee-high boots. She stood at the door of Laing's room. Her eyes were sharp and dangerous. First, she scraped Laing's face, then looked at Suria. She then said, "Dear? Are you surprised? "
"Oh, this is … too surprising. Veronica, you …" Laing looked surprised. He patted the female knight's hand, motioning for her to let go of him. He then opened his arms to welcome her. "I thought you'd take many days to arrive!"
Veronica trotted a few steps and threw herself into Laing's arms. The two hugged in front of Suria. "But I missed you, so I'm here now."
After saying that, Veronica kissed Ryan on the cheek and then deliberately looked at Sulia who was standing at the side.
The duke's daughter raised her golden eyebrows. Is this witch provoking me?
Is she one of the two Garlan witches Laing sent a letter to? The one called Veronica?
It doesn't seem like they have a relationship between a lord and a wizard consultant.
"Hello, you must be the Marchioness Suria Kumani Antrel de Vanford that Laing wrote about. I'm Garlan Councilwoman Veronica Benadotte. I'm Laing's partner and lover! " Veronica stretched out a pair of jade-like arms wrapped around Clayon's neck and winked at Sulia.
"… Ah!" While Veronica was gloating, she felt Laing gently pinching a certain part of her body. She subconsciously looked at her man. Laing squinted at her and signaled her not to cause trouble.
"Nice to meet you, Miss Benadotte." The female knight acted as if nothing had happened. Suria, who was dressed to the nines, took the initiative to extend her hand. The female knight smiled brightly. "It's an honor to meet you."
"It's an honor to meet you too, Miss Antrel." Seeing that the female knight did not lose her composure, Veronica pulled herself out of Laing's arms and extended her hand. "Laing mentioned you in his letter to me. Thank you very much for taking care of Laing."
The two women shook hands. They could feel each other's strength.
Suria knew what was going on.
Obviously, the witch in front of her was not in a relationship with Laing at all. Her behavior was too exaggerated. If they were a real couple, they would not deliberately show their confidence and intimacy.
At best, she and Laing only had that kind of relationship.
Whether it was exaggerated hugs and kisses, or deliberately taking the initiative to show off her identity, the Marquess who grew up in the palace could see the reason behind it.
Besides, which noble didn't have a few female courtiers and lovers? Even her father had a relationship with the two Lake Prophets in the palace. It was normal for Laing to have such a close relationship with a witch.
Thinking of this, the female knight calmed down. She ignored Veronica's aggressive eyes and calmly extended her hand to Laing. She smiled and said, "Then I won't disturb you tonight. Good night, Laing."
"Good night, Suria." Laing kissed the back of the Duke's daughter's hand. The Grail Knight and the Duke's daughter looked at each other and smiled.
As soon as the heavy wooden door was closed, Veronica threw herself into Laing's arms again and said indignantly, "Dear? You're very capable. You immediately hooked up with a Duke's daughter … Oh! "
Laing didn't say anything. He directly kissed the witch's sweet lips. Veronica was obviously angry that her man didn't explain. She wanted to reach out and push Laing away, but her wrist was held.
After only ten seconds, the witch's arm lost its strength and fell down weakly.
After twenty seconds, the witch's body began to lose its strength. She leaned on Laing's waist and didn't fall down.
After three minutes, Laing finally let go of her. The witch only felt that she was picked up by the waist. She subconsciously put her arms around Laing's neck and leaned on his chest. "Laing …"
"Hmm?" The fireplace in the room was burning fiercely, and sparks were flying everywhere. The wide screen and tapestries decorated the room luxuriously. The magic lamp emitting a light yellow light illuminated the witch's sweet face. Laing gently sat Veronica on the bed, took off her white wolf fur cloak, and helped her take off her boots.
"I miss you, my great knight. I haven't seen you for a year. How are you?" Veronica leaned on Laing's shoulder and murmured.
"I miss you too, my great witch." Laing hugged the witch and her long black legs in his arms and sighed softly. "Look at you. You must have had a hard time in the past year."
"Well, Elder Aurora did a few things to me, and your little princess Garland." In front of Laing, Veronica took off her hard outer shell. "President Margarita spends most of her time in the Central Tower doing research. I'm alone outside, so when I received your letter, I rushed over immediately."
"Don't you have any friends?" Laing hugged her tenderly and kissed her lips.
"Witches don't have as many friends as you think, my Great Knight. Most of us are colleagues. It's good enough that we can occasionally go out for a walk or have a meal together." Veronica shook her head and leaned closer to Roland.
"Since you're here, don't leave." Laing ran his fingers through her fragrant hair. "I'm here."
"Pfft! My great knight, what do you think I am? A maid like Emilia who would cry without your protection? " Veronica laughed and poked Laing's chest with her white fingers. "I'm a witch, my dear. A powerful mid-level legendary witch of fire and light!"
"But I think we can agree on one thing." Garland hugged her man's chest tightly. "That is, don't leave me again."
"Yes, we won't leave you again." Laing hugged her tightly. "Your wizard tower will be built here. When the magic circle is ready, you can come and go to Heaven's Fortress anytime."
The warm atmosphere lasted for a long time. The two of them held each other's hands and leaned against the bed.
Veronica twisted her body uncomfortably. "Laing?"
The silver mark on her lower abdomen was emitting a faint light, resonating with Laing's spiritual energy.
"What's wrong?" Someone pretended to be dumb.
"Aren't we … doing that?" Veronica said uncomfortably.
"What's that?" The champion of the Chosen of Gods was still pretending to be dumb.
"You bastard!" Then, the sound of footsteps and heavy objects falling to the ground could be heard in the quiet room.
"Ouch, my great witch, this is the second time you've kicked me down. The last time was three years ago. We …" A man's voice was begging for mercy. "Ah! Don't step on me, I surrender! I surrender! "
Then, the sound in the room became softer and softer until it was completely inaudible.
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