The sorceress did not want to admit defeat. She wanted everything that Veronica got from Laing. She wanted the same treatment!
Laing's smile gradually turned sinister. "Really? Teresa, are you sure? "
"I'm sure." The sorceress' attitude was firm. She did not want to fall behind.
"It's not that I don't want to give it to you, Teresa … But this kind of engraving can only be fully effective after we have sex. Otherwise, it will have to be reforged again and again." Laing shook his head. "It's not that I don't want to do it with you, but obviously, it's not time yet. I can see that you're not ready. Let's talk about this later."
Teresa frowned. She knew what she needed to do with the "spiritual rune".
In fact, Veronica only mentioned the "spiritual rune" to her a little proudly. Teresa did not know what a spiritual rune was, what it was used for, and where to engrave it. But her womanly instinct told her that it was very important, so she asked directly.
After hearing Laing's answer, the sorceress felt relieved. She began to re-examine her relationship with Laing.
Laing did not hate her, but her appearance was not part of Laing's plan. This caused her to be in an awkward position. But after talking with Veronica, Teresa knew what she had to do.
"Actually … we can find some time in the next few months, Laing. I'm already 31 years old. I know what to do," Teresa said softly. "Actually, I was ready when we arrived at Marlin Castle."
That's why Veronica hurriedly drove you away. I think she must have seen through it, Laing thought.
And I'm not ready yet.
"Anyway, let's talk about it in the next few months, Theresa. There are some things that I prefer to happen naturally, rather than deliberately for some purpose." Laing took the sorceress' hand. "There will be a time when the conditions are right. We're not at that level yet."
"Yes, we will." Teresa smiled from the bottom of her heart. The heavy pressure she had been under all this time had finally disappeared.
…
After the end of the rainy season, the weather became even colder. However, the soldiers of Glamorgan could smell a scorching heat in the air.
This smell was called war.
Early in the morning, Bertrand woke up before dawn. After waking up, the former bandit leader subconsciously reached under his pillow. After touching a dagger, he laughed at himself.
He was in the town, in the two-story house given to him by the Count, and not in the Chalon Forest. He didn't have to sleep with the Orcs and Green Dwarves. He didn't have to place a Dagger under his pillow.
He was used to it. There was no choice.
The furnishings in the house were simple. There was a table, a few chairs, and a few cabinets. The floor was covered with linen and animal skins. His Sword and Great Bow hung on the wall. The stone walls weren't very sturdy, but they were enough to shelter him from the wind and rain.
"Ah ah ~" Bertrand groaned in pain. In the wee hours of the morning, the feeling of wanting to sleep and then waking up was very uncomfortable. The new sergeant and the Commander of the Archer Company pulled the blanket over his head.
It was useless. He couldn't sleep.
Bertrand decided to get up.
That day was the day of the departure of the army. The soldiers from the three towns had gathered in Jean Town. More than 20 Knights, more than 100 squires, more than 100 sergeants, and more than 1,000 infantrymen had gathered. The rations were in place, and all that was left was to set off.
When he got up, the sky outside was still gray. Bertrand changed his clothes and fetched some water from the bucket on the first floor to wash his face. Then, he started to boil water for soup. He tore a basket of black bread with his hands and threw it into the big iron pot. There were also some vegetables, flour, and a small piece of pork and ham.
After becoming a sergeant, the salary and rations were very rich. Bertrand could enjoy the food without any psychological burden.
After a while, when the sky was just getting bright, Bertrand's companion, Hugo, also got up. The two sergeants shared a two-story house together, but Hugo had already found a lover. She was a refugee serf from the Duchy of Bereon. Her family was ruined, and Hugo, Bertrand's old companion, immediately took a fancy to her blonde hair and full breasts. After meeting her, he brought her home.
"Bertrand, you bandit, why are you up so early today?" Hugo was also a bandit leader who was conferred the title of sergeant. Now, he had a platoon of men under him. When he saw Bertrand get up early, he began to help Bertrand. Hugo and Bertrand had known each other for a long time. Bertrand liked to call Hugo "Shorty" because Hugo's height of 1.65 meters was really short. Hugo liked to call Bertrand "Bingo" because Bertrand's archery was really superb. Within two hundred steps, Bertrand could shoot another arrow that had already hit the bullseye and split the arrow in two.
After cooking something simple, the two sergeants had breakfast.
"Shorty, this is our first time participating in the count's war. We must show a good performance, or we will shame everyone." Bertrand was fully armed with leather clothes, mail armor, a coat, a dagger, a big bow, and a sword.
"Yes, yes, I understand." Hugo also knew how benevolent Count Laing was when he let bygones be bygones. All the surrendered bandits swore that they would serve the count until their deaths.
In the early morning, a sharp knocking sound came from the watchtower in the town. A sergeant was using a hammer to hit the watchtower's big bell.
"Thump, thump, thump."
"All troops, gather!" The knights shouted.
Outside the town, 1,500 soldiers were quickly gathering. Hundreds of pike infantrymen were already armed with shields, crossbowmen were ready, and swordsmen were rubbing their fists. Bright armor and flags were raised high. The infantrymen were all ready. They longed for war, longed for capture, and longed to be promoted to sergeant.
Veronica appeared in a corner of the army with a dozen witch apprentices. This kind of war was a rare opportunity for these witch apprentices to fight. Veronica knew that for most of the apprentices, fighting was the fastest way to promote.
More than 30 knights were also going to go with the army. They were riding fierce warhorses, wearing beautiful knight armor and gorgeous coats. They had their own shields hanging from the hind legs of their warhorses, sharp swords hanging from their waists, and lances in their hands. Compared with the infantry who were not dressed neatly and had a rustic smell, the knights were bright and beautiful. The arrogant ranger knights raised their heads and looked down on the country bumpkins.
That was until a few Royal Knights appeared. The Holy Grail Knight Armand led a few Royal Knights and a few dozen squires. They rode on hybrid elven warhorses and held up the Count's family flag. The Royal Knights were all wearing plate armor. Armand's expression was serious as he asked, "Is everyone here?"
"Everyone is here, except for the Elves." The Royal Knight Hexus was wearing beautiful plate armor made by the Dwarves. He had bright eyes and sharp eyebrows, and he was full of heroic spirit. However, he looked serious. His shield was engraved with his family coat of arms. It was a silver-gray coat of arms, and a black feathered helmet had a horn and a sword crossed.
A few of the royal knights turned their attention to a group of dwarves in the army. Most of the dwarves' armor was old and broken, and many of their beards were not clean and neat. However, the dwarves exuded a strong smell of blood and battle intent. The leader of the dwarves wore a round helmet with two large horns on his head, and held a battle axe that was as tall as him.
"Come, come, let's fight. I bet that the brave Dwarves will be the champions." Sven Novigrin led more than 50 Dwarves and shouted. With Laing's permission, he led his tribe to settle down here. He couldn't wait to attack the Orcs and Green Dwarves.
"The Elves are here too." Laing's future brother-in-law, Julius, rode alone. He didn't wear a helmet and held the reins as he said to Armand, "Lord Armand, look over there."
About a hundred Woodland Guards and twenty to thirty Eternal Guards appeared under the lead of the Wood Elf Lord Aogros. Even though it was winter, the Woodland Lord only wore a simple animal skin cloak, matched it with the exquisite scale armor and longsword made by Deron Fiennes, and carried a recurve bow on his back. He rode on a stag and appeared at the end of everyone's line of sight.
Julius noticed that most of the Wood Elves were immature like children. The son of Duke Winford said unhappily, "What are the Elves treating this war as? Children playing house? "
"The Elves are using this war to train new recruits." Armand shook his head. The Count's Flag Bearer didn't say anything else and said, "The Wood Elves want to be trained in war, but they're afraid of losing these new recruits. So, they're taking part in this Winter War. This way, the new recruits can be trained and avoid losses."
"Hmph, the Wood Elves have a good plan." Julius snorted coldly.
"But we also need the Wood Elves. With them, the Orcs won't be able to play hide-and-seek with us." Armand was calm as he said, "We need each other."
"Okay." Julius didn't have much to say. Laing had emphasized to him that he had to listen to Armand's commands. Even though the son of the Duke was a Marquis, Armand was a Knight of the Holy Grail. He asked, "Lord Armand, are you commanding this war?"
Armand shook his head and said, "I'm only a Flag Bearer and a Deputy General. The commanding general is someone else."
Aogros led the Wood Elves and approached. This Forest Lord was tall and sturdy, and his face and arms were covered with green patterns. He was full of wildness. He noticed that there were Dwarves in the army and said in his broken Human language, "The previous agreement … didn't include … Dwarves."
"We never said that the Dwarves wouldn't be participating in this war. Lord Aogros, the Wood Elves promised to listen to the Count's commands," Armand said with a frown.
"That's it then." Aogros frowned. The Wood Elves weren't like the High Elves. They didn't have a deep hatred for the Dwarves. They just didn't like each other.
"Okay, we're going to war with the pointy-eared Dwarves. I hope the pointy-eared Dwarves don't get ahead of us during the war. If that happens, we'll blow up their brains." The Dwarf Engineer, Dugan Ironman, held a pot of ale and carried two Dwarf Great Spears on his back as he mocked the Dwarves.
"Hahahahaha! Let the pointy-eared Dwarves know how powerful we are." The Dwarves laughed and said, "The pointy-eared Dwarves are just a bunch of little brothers."
"Little brothers, you can just stand behind and shoot arrows."
The Wood Elves didn't understand what the Dwarves were saying, but they instinctively knew that it wasn't anything good. More than 90% of the Wood Elves that came here today were new recruits. They were young and immature, but they were also impulsive. Many of the new recruits glared at the Dwarves, but the Dwarves continued to mock them.
The Human Soldiers were being bullied by both sides, and the Serf Soldiers could only lower their heads and endure. They were born with a sense of inferiority when facing the Dwarves and Elves.
At this moment, a wild roar pierced through the gloomy winter sky. A huge Hippogryph was circling and gliding in the sky. It listened to the command of its rider and roared loudly, disturbing the entire town.
The army outside the town quieted down. Everyone looked at the Hippogryph in the sky.
A strong sense of deterrence came from the Hippogryph. Even the Dwarves and Elves felt a lingering fear. The Hippogryph, wearing exquisite armor, finally landed in front of everyone after flying low in the sky. It spread its wings and showed off its might. "Awoooo!"
A bald man wearing a white bearskin cape and a Dwarven mithril plate armor jumped down from the Hippogryph. "Are you ready? My soldiers? "
"Yes! Sir Anglo, we're ready! "The knights and soldiers replied loudly.
"Good! Let's go! "
"Everyone, move out!"
… …
Laing stood in the castle and watched the army slowly leave through the window. He was silent. There was some anticipation in his eyes, but at the same time, there was some nervousness.
He somewhat understood why the Kurfürst of the Empire and the Dukes of Brittany liked to lead their own troops in important battles. It was because they felt uneasy to entrust their troops to others.
However, when he thought of Angelo, Laing felt a lot more relaxed.
"You have to get used to this, Laing. You are already an Earl. You don't have to do everything by yourself. You have to learn how to let go of many things. It is necessary to maintain a certain degree of mystery and flexibility, especially when you are the champion of the ladies." Morgiana's voice came from behind Laing. The beautiful Lake Goddess Witch was wearing a white high-collared dress and sitting on a soft chair. Sitting opposite her was Teresa. At Laing's request, Morgiana was teaching the sorceress about the advanced sensing method of the magic wind.
Only Laing could have such influence. If it were any other Duke, the Lake Goddess Witch would probably say, "Get out."
"My scouts have reported to me that there is a batch of vibranium in the green-skinned citadel deep in the Chalon Forest. The purpose of this war is to train and also to get that batch of vibranium." Clayon nodded.
"Okay, let's continue, Teresa."
"Okay!"
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