"Yuri, from the first time I saw your sister, I knew that you were going to be my friend!" Laing jokingly elbowed Julius' arm with his wine glass. "What, you don't want your sister to marry me?"
"If I don't want to, do you think you can get engaged to Suria?" Julius leaned against the railing of the courtyard with a glass of wine in his hand. "But I still have to say, Laing, you are really a bastard with bad intentions."
"If I can marry Suria, then I am a bastard." Laing laughed shamelessly.
"Can I throw you down from the courtyard?" Julius looked at Laing's smiling face and became angry. He really wanted to punch Laing's face.
However, this son of Duke Winford also knew that Laing was the best choice to be his brother-in-law. At least, Julius couldn't think of anyone better than Laing. Unless his sister was sent to the Saintess Convent as a nun, she would definitely marry someone else. How could François be willing to send Suria to be a nun? The duke himself only had this one daughter.
Becoming the Countess of the Chosen of Providence was not a bad ending. Most of the duke's daughters' marriages were not happy, because most of them were political marriages.
"Sulia … I'll leave her to you. Ryan, I know that you're the Lady's Chosen One champion. Over the years, countless powerful enemies have died by your hands. You're the embodiment of the Way of Knighthood perfectly. Your magnificent feats have inspired the knights of the kingdom, piercing terror into the hearts of the Lady's enemies. However, I still have to emphasize that if you don't treat my sister well, I'll raise my sword and challenge you to a duel." Julius looked at Laing and said stubbornly, "At that time, guess who Suria will support?"
"This kind of thing will never happen, Yuri." Laing held the wine and said seriously, "Never."
Julius nodded. The two men stood by the railing of the courtyard and looked at the prosperous Helenhilde, the capital of the Winford Duchy. It was already late autumn. Under the withered yellow leaves was a prosperous city. For his future father-in-law, of course, Laing would not hesitate to open up the trade route. The exquisite weapons of the dwarves, various goods of the wood elves, and large amounts of magic potions produced by Veronica's Dawn Wizard Tower could all be seen in the market of Winford.
Julius' handsome and cold face looked at Laing for a long time, which made Laing a little embarrassed. "What's wrong? Yuri, I'm a little scared when you look at me like that. "
"Unknowingly, you've already pulled me apart." Julius sighed and said, "I urgently need more training, but the kingdom has been very quiet recently. There have been no wars … I heard that you intend to recruit an army during the winter slack to prepare for a new war?"
"A small war to clean up the Orcs and Greenskins in the Chalon Forest. I'll recover some lost land, build villages, and cultivate farmland." Laing held his wine glass and said, "There won't be too many people, about a thousand soldiers and dozens of knights. I won't participate in this war personally. My flag bearer, Armand, will lead this army."
"Then please allow me to participate," Julius said seriously. "I need the war to train myself."
"I can, but …" Laing frowned.
"I'll listen to Lord Armand's command," Julius immediately added.
"That's good. Be careful. I hope you'll live to attend the formal wedding between Suria and me."
"I will."
…
Winter had arrived in Brittania after several heavy rains in autumn. This year's winter had come earlier than usual. The cold wind was biting cold, and the people had no choice but to wear thick clothes and animal skin cloaks to resist the cold. After the winter wheat had been sown, the serfs began to enter their slack time.
In the early winter afternoon, it was raining heavily. Laing sat in his master's bedroom and read quietly. He gazed at the heavy rain outside the Castle. Winter had arrived, and the heavy rain brought with it a bone-chilling cold. On such a rainy day, even the knights would stop their activities and hide in their rooms to warm themselves by the fire.
The new Count wore casual clothes and leaned leisurely on a soft armchair. Laing wasn't afraid of the cold, so he didn't wear much clothing. But Olica, who was sitting in front of the fireplace, couldn't. The Dark Elf wore a thick maid's dress and exhaled cold air.
"It's cold, Lord." Olica focused her attention on the fireplace. The Dark Elf carefully added firewood to the fireplace. "There's almost no firewood left. I'll go get some."
The sparks in the fireplace crackled. Olica put on her white bearskin coat and went out to get some firewood for the fireplace.
The floor of the master bedroom was covered with a good wood elven carpet. Laing stipulated that he had to change into slippers when he entered his room. The Count sighed in boredom. Since he and Suria were engaged, the opportunities for the female knight to see him had decreased. One of the reasons was that Helen Hilde would close the mountains in a few days. The few times they met, the Lake Fairy would immediately find an excuse to send Suria to her tower for "pre-marriage learning".
She did it on purpose! Laing thought with a frown.
Although they were engaged, Laing and Suria wouldn't get married so soon. It would take at least two to three years to prepare everything for the wedding. If it were another noble, it would take even longer.
"How are the preparations on Armand's side?" Laing asked Olica.
"The army of 1,500 people has been assembled. Now, we're just waiting for the rainy season to end. Miss Veronica is also ready." Olica nodded. "The dwarves and wood elves are also waiting. This is a rare opportunity for actual combat. Everyone values it."
"Very good." Laing nodded and smiled. "If I'm not wrong, she'll be here soon."
"She?" Just as Olica was puzzled, the door opened.
"Laing? It's me. "The sorceress' voice sounded outside the door.
"Dear Teresa, please come in." Laing put down his mug and said to the door.
The door opened, and Teresa's slim figure appeared at the door. The sorceress had light makeup on her cold and beautiful face. She wore an apricot carved chiffon blouse with a wine-red lace collar. Her perfect waistline was completely exposed in front of Laing. Under the skirt, she wore black stockings. The sorceress' well-proportioned legs and beautiful feet made Laing take a few more glances.
Seeing Laing's gaze on her legs, Teresa's face turned a little red, but she still reached out and pushed up her black butterfly-patterned glasses. "Laing, you're looking for me?"
Laing pointed at the wood elven carpet on the floor, and Olica immediately handed Teresa a pair of fluffy slippers. Teresa bent down and untied her high heels. Her toenails were painted with blue nail polish. The sorceress' casual movements showed her endless charm. Teresa, who was just over 30 this year, was in the best time of a sorceress' life.
"Olica, you can leave first. I have something to discuss with Teresa." Laing took the initiative to stand up and greet Teresa. The dark elf nodded and left the room.
"Laing …" Teresa saw Laing's gaze on her, and she could not help but feel a little happy.
Teresa did not say anything, but when she heard that Laing wanted to see her, she thought for a long time and decided to dress up.
"Teresa, sit." Laing gestured for the sorceress to sit on the chair next to him. There were two cups of black tea on the small table, and there was also an elven blueberry cake made by Laing and the Lake Fairy. "Speaking of which, we haven't chatted in such a leisurely manner since the time at the inn in Nordmjörden Haven."
"You know it too, Laing. I thought you had forgotten the times when we went on adventures together." Teresa's silver eyes looked at Laing with a faint smile and said unhappily, "I heard that you arranged for Veronica and her apprentices to participate in the Winter War?"
"Yes, this war won't be too dangerous. The Orcs and Green Skin Tribes in Chalon Forest have been cleared by my brother, Angelo, many times. In this cold season, the Orcs and Green Skin Tribes are weak. This is a good opportunity to gain combat experience." Laing put down his teacup and looked at Teresa as he said, "Teresa, I'd like to take this opportunity to ask you about your plans. Do you really plan to build a Magus Tower in my territory? What about the Garland Council? "
Teresa raised her beautiful eyebrows. She knew why Laing had some misgivings about her.
Veronica had always been single, so she could devote herself to Ryan without any scruples. Theresa, on the other hand, was different. She was Elder Aurora's daughter, so Ryan was a little worried that she might have a short fuse.
"Mother and Chancellor Margarita have reached an agreement on some issues." Teresa raised her head, her plump breasts swaying behind her shirt. "Garland will build a branch here. Veronica and I will stay here for a long time."
Ryan thought to himself, Aren't Aurora and Margarita from two different factions?
"Laing, you've grown too fast. The council predicted that you could become an Earl within ten years, but this is only the third year since you came to Brittany." Teresa saw through Laing's doubts. "Trust me, Laing," she said softly.
"Of course I believe you, my dear Theresa. This time, we sneaked into Muxilon together. If you hadn't risked your life to resist Manfred, we would have all died there. I've always believed in you." Laing shook his head. He had seen everything Teresa had done for him. "But I won't let you go with the army this time. I have something else for you."
"Something else?" Teresa asked curiously.
"You'll stay in the guest room on the third floor this winter." Laing handed a thick book to Teresa. "I'll teach you High Gothic in the next few months. If you can't speak High Gothic, it'll be difficult for you."
"Who wants to be your High Gothic?" The sorceress blushed when she heard Leon's words, but she did not show any mercy. "Before I met you, I thought you were a gentleman. But it turns out that you're a playboy."
"Didn't I tell you that I've always been a 'gentleman'?" Ryan complained, "Don't use the 'universal values' of the church's pastors to demand of me. What do you mean by 'I must be single-minded', and that I must be a rigid good guy? I'm not, I'm not … There are always many such people in the world. They first imagine the image of the Holy Grail Knight as a loyal and honest person, and then force this image to match with me. When they realize that I'm not, they'll be greatly disappointed. But I've never been such a person."
"The Holy Grail Knight is a living saint, but the only standard of our actions is our own understanding of the Eight Virtues of Knights. Many people like to impose their shallow understanding on us, but the Holy Grail never lies."
"Pfft …" The sorceress couldn't help but laugh. "So you've repeatedly rejected my partner's suggestion during the journey? At this time, you're still single-minded? You're going to be engaged to the duke's daughter? "
"Abiding by the spirit of the contract is two different things. Please don't mix them up." Laing smiled. "So, you can stay with me for the next few months. When you've completely mastered the High Gothic language, we'll talk about the construction of your wizard tower."
"Okay, but I want to have your full support like Veronica!" At the thought of being able to stay with Ryan for the entire winter, Theresa was eager to give it a try. Her beautiful legs, wrapped in black silk stockings, trembled slightly, and she stated her condition. "Give it your all, without holding back."
"Of course, I promise." Laing nodded. "In the next few months, I'll teach you a lot of things. Some things you know, some things you don't know, and even some things you can't imagine. Teresa, I'll ask you one last time. Have you really made up your mind? Once you learn these things, you can only be my female courtier in the future. "
"If I didn't want to, I wouldn't have chased you all the way to your territory." Teresa said faintly. "Do you know how much courage it takes for a proud Garland Councilwoman to chase a man all the way to his territory?"
"That's for you, right?" Laing said gently. "I understand, I understand."
"And … I want that too!" Theresa's tone changed. Her face, which had always been proud and cold, was completely flushed. "Veronica told me that you can carve a type of 'spiritual tattoo' on your woman's body …"
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