It was almost summer. Brittany, Baron Jean's territory, Baron Castle.
Marchioness Suria was sitting behind her desk, where Laing usually worked.
The female knight was wearing a white Brittany marquis shirt and a pink-purple skirt. Her long legs were wrapped in thin grey stockings, and her feet were wearing fluffy bear slippers. Her long, bright golden curly hair almost covered her entire back, and her dignified, noble, and beautiful face was serious. Laing had left, and the affairs of the territory had been completely taken over by the female knight. Suria could feel Laing's trust. Not only was she touched, but she also felt pressure.
Laing's stand-in was not very reliable, and his acting skills were shoddy. Suria chose to take over the military and political power herself, and the stand-in spent most of his time in the castle as a mascot. He only showed up occasionally, and he could not even perform the basic knight's temperament well, let alone Laing's heroic aura.
A lord's control of his territory was inversely proportional to the time he left it, but Laing was different. He left behind an effective team, and then completely handed over the power to Suria. The female knight had a very high prestige in Laing's territory, and her orders were unimpeded.
"Miss, this is the recent influx of people." Katzenberg still called her Miss as before.
"Sort it out. I need to know how many craftsmen, serfs, and free people there are in this group of refugees. I want to see a detailed report tonight." Suria said calmly.
"Yes," the butler answered and left.
"Miss, there are people in the territory who are violently resisting taxes. I have brought people to arrest them. How should we deal with them?" The tax officer, Gasparton, reported the situation in the territory.
There were a large number of foreign people, and many of them were purely interested in the rich benefits of the Jean Hill, and did not want to work seriously.
"How did Laing deal with this kind of thing in the past?" Suria put down the document, and her long golden hair fell from her ears. The female knight thought about the situation in her heart, and her milk-like skin shone with a moving halo under the sun.
"The baron will hang the leader of the trouble, and lock up the rest to do hard labor. Those who did not participate in the trouble will be scattered to all the villages." Gasparton said cautiously.
"If Laing is not here … So, as long as they participate in the violent tax resistance, they will all be hanged, and those who did not participate will be sent to do hard labor. The mines in the territory just need manpower to develop new mines. Tell Mr. Anglo and Mr. Deron to send people there to work, and don't kill them." Suria immediately made a decision.....
"Yes." The tax officer also went out.
In the afternoon, all the internal affairs of the baron's territory were dealt with. The female knight was proficient in Brittany law, and she knew how to use Laing's method of punishment. Her arrangements were unanimously praised by the people of the territory.
When it was four o 'clock in the afternoon, the door was pushed open, and Olica, dressed in a maid's uniform, pushed a dining cart in. The dark elf maid looked very casual. "Your Excellency Suria, afternoon tea is ready."
There were many pastries and a pot of black tea on the dining cart.
"My lady, take a rest." The maid Sylvia also came in. The girl was wearing a dark red coat and a white shirt, the standard aristocratic costume. "Emilia is also here."
The beautiful little maid also came in from the door in a maid's uniform.
The three girls came to the reception table, and Olica served the three of them black tea and pastries. "Please enjoy."
"My lady, the situation in the territory is generally stable recently. Most people should not have noticed that the baron has left." Sylvia explained the situation first. "The only thing that is somewhat unsettling is that almost all the knights in the territory have left with the duke. If someone really attacks, without the knights, our defense may not be very optimistic."
"Okay, I'll arrange enough rangers to patrol the territory and prevent the rogue knights from affecting the safety of the territory." Suria picked up the black tea and tasted it softly with her cherry-red lips. "Don't worry too much for now. The wood elves and dwarves have both sent people to emphasize that they will stand with us. Also, Mr. Anglo is here."
Thinking of Anglo who single-handedly wiped out an entire team of blood knights, the three girls all felt relieved. Emilia joked. "You're still calling him Mr. Anglo? Sister Sulia, shouldn't you call An Gelang 'Brother' now? "
The blushing female knight hurriedly said, "Well … It's not time yet, is it?"
"Olica, you're the closest to Laing. Can you tell us why you're in Marlin Castle? Is it because of the war? "Emilia was wearing a shirt and a skirt, holding the wood elves' pottery teacup with her hands.
Hearing this, Suria and Sylvia also turned around. The female knight carefully observed Olica's beautiful figure. The maid dress on her gave her a natural sense of harmony and beauty. Suria's sea blue eyes had a hint of slyness. "Can you tell us? Olica? Actually, I'm also interested. "
The dark elf's amber eyes looked away unnaturally. "I lost the war and was captured by the high elves …"
The female knight in front of her gave the dark elf a lot of pressure. She seemed to have reached the legendary level.
"Is that so?" Suria picked up the teacup with a faint smile on her face. "Nothing else?"
Under the heavy pressure, the dark elf hesitated. Suria would be Laing's wife in the future. Her attitude would determine her fate to a large extent. The female knight in front of her was generous and gentle, but this did not mean that she would let her go.
Suria was the daughter of a duke, a standard marquess from a feudal noble family. The education she received since childhood and her position determined how she would deal with things, not because of her personality.
In the end, Olica decided to reveal some details of her origin. "About two hundred years ago, I was born in the distant and cold Nagaros …"
Olica told a little about her experience. Suria, Sylvia and Emilia could all see that the dark elf was holding back. However, the female knight was already very happy that the dark elf was willing to talk.
Suria was not jealous, but she would not allow an unknown woman to stay by Laing's side. She could not let Laing be in danger.
Olica also thought about this, so she selectively revealed some of her origin. Then she thought for a while, gritted her teeth, and added, "There are some things that I can't say now. This is what I promised master, my lady."
After hearing the word "my lady," Suria smiled. She had already gotten what she wanted. The dark elf was surrendering to her in disguise.
She had the support of the lady. In the dream, the lake fairy had already given her instructions.
…
The next evening, the City of the Cursed, Mu Xilon.
Everyone gathered in the big room of the hotel. There was a map on the wooden table in the room. The two half-elves had returned. Laing and the others sat around the table, discussing the situation.
Astell's robe was a little tattered. He and Dess didn't encounter too many problems when they were tailing them, but they ran into trouble on the way back. Muxilon was a strict city. He and Dess spent a lot of effort to explain that they were leaving the city to purchase some special food for the fat merchant before they were reluctantly allowed to pass. As a price, Astell and Dess had to undergo a body search.
But Ryan kept thinking that if they were searched, then so be it. Why were Astell and Dace covering their butts? "What's wrong with you? Is the vampire guarding the door … that? "
"Laing, you bastard. I regret it." The handsome half-elf covered his buttocks in pain. He then whispered in Laing's ear, "I'm really … The vampire suspected that we were secretly carrying prohibited items. They searched every part of my body, including … that damned vampire who dug in with his fingers for a long time."
"Pfft!" The Demon Hunters, Eber and Jules, couldn't help but burst into laughter. Veronica and Theresa covered their mouths to hold back their laughter until their faces turned red. Jerrod, on the other hand, turned his head away awkwardly and pretended not to hear anything.
None of the knights who believed in the lake fairy had such fetishes. It seemed that the lake fairy hated it. On the contrary, there were many such people in the southern kingdoms.
"Hahaha … My dear Astell and Dace, this mission has been hard on you. If you can complete it successfully, each of you will get half a month's leave." Laing said with a smile. He patted Astell's back hard and asked, "How is it? Can you walk?"
"Of course!" Astell slapped Laing's hand away angrily. "You better give me enough time off."
"No problem, ladies and gentlemen. Let Astell and Dace explain the situation to us."
"We followed Old Deckard's convoy. His convoy advanced for about 20 kilometers until they reached this place on the banks of the Grismori River." Astell's glove pointed at a place above the Grismori River.
"This is a river bank, covered by sparse forests and hills. The vampires are building siege weapons here. They use the water to help build siege towers and siege weapons, and then transport them to the frontlines," Jerrold immediately deduced.
"If there is such a good place, why don't we just go there to investigate? Why come to Muxilon?" Eiber asked.
"Because there are more than ten similar places along the Grismori River," Teresa added.
"Very well. Get ready. We will leave Muxilon now. We must reach there by night," Laing decided.
"Understood!"
Taking advantage of the evening, Laing's group quickly left Muxilon. Since the city was strict and easy to leave, Laing did not encounter any trouble. They drove the carriage and rode on horses, quickly leaving the city and disappearing into the chaotic wilderness.
Matthew Bard received the news a little late. The young knight was still full of doubts, but Lich King Akerhan found him. "We should leave, my godson."
"Godfather? Why? "Matthew Bard did not understand." Isn't this the most crucial moment? "
"Yes, we're halfway through, but we have to leave now. Leave the matters here to Manfred." Akerhan shook his head. "We've wasted too much time here."
"But we haven't caught Morgiana yet. We've only taken her magic, but we haven't gotten her body yet." Matthew Bard knew that the Lich King was meticulous and methodical. He must have left behind a foolproof plan, but the young knight could not accept giving up halfway.
Akerhan shook his head slowly. Only white bones were left on his decayed and withered face, and green flames burned in his deep eye sockets. "I can't divine where Morgiana is. She could be hiding in several places. Our spies in the Knight King's Kingdom told me that she is under protection. It is not difficult to guess where she is, at most three or four. But how are we going to withstand the attacks of dozens or even hundreds of Grail Knights and rescue her?"
Matthew Bard was speechless.
"Before the plan begins, we can use a long time to prepare because our lives are eternal. But once the plan begins, we must complete it as quickly as possible. Otherwise, it will be too late, "Akerhan said in a low voice." Besides, there must be other terrifying forces in Brittany. I still can't believe that an entire squad of Blood Knights just disappeared into the Chalon Forest. "
"Then where are we going next?"
"To the south, Skaven Magic City. The first volume of the Nine Scrolls of Nagash is hidden there."
… …
At night, the banks of the Grismori River were covered by forests and rolling hills. After being washed away by the flood, many small towns by the river had been reduced to ruins. This provided the vampires with a large amount of empty space to build siege weapons. The vampires built a camp here and built more siege towers.
Another few carts of stone and hardwood were transported into the camp. The guards stationed outside saw Old Deckard's cart from afar and shouted, "You're late again! Old Deckard! "
"I'm not late," Old Deckard said expressionlessly as he sat in the cart.
"Go in, go in!" The guards were the vampires' servants, humans hired by them.
The caravan slowly entered.
"What a strong wind!" It was close to summer. At night, the wind in the wilderness was very strong, and it was blowing in their faces. The two guards standing on the sentry post couldn't open their eyes due to the wind.
Laing and the others, who were hiding behind a bush and a small tree, looked at Astor and Dyce. "It's up to you."
"Leave it to me!" Ranger Dyce felt the strong wind. The half-elf raised the composite bow on his back, pulled the bowstring, nocked an arrow, and shot two arrows in the opposite direction of the sentry post.
"Whoosh!" The two arrows were shot high into the sky. Then, in the strong wind, the arrows' trajectories were changed. The two arrows were deflected in a large arc and whistled towards the sentry post in the strong wind.
"Yeah! What a strong wind! "The other guard covered his face with his hands. He turned his head and wanted to say something to his companion.
"Swoosh!" An arrow came with the wind and instantly pierced his head.
"Ugh!" His companion didn't even have time to scream, because almost at the same time, a sharp half-elf arrow pierced through his temple and into his skull.
"Plop!" The two guards fell at the same time. The sentry post was silent.
"Nice, let's move!"
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