The flame was ignited in the hall. Anna, the Prophet of the Lake, gave Kalad a few last words, and then stepped into the flame with a sad smile.
"No! Sister! No! "Kalad wanted to reach out his hand, but he was stopped by the others." Kalad! Calm down! "
"No, sister, you don't have to do this!" Kalad still wanted to say something, but Anna's figure had already disappeared in the flame. Her white figure withered in the flame.
Before she left, she leaned over Ulles, smiled, and caressed the serene face of the Knight of the Holy Grail with her hand. The fire burned. The Prophet of the Lake God dispersed the power given to her by the Lake Fairy and was engulfed by the fire.
"It's her choice, Kalad." Dalhydra grabbed Kalad's clothes. "You have to respect her choice. In this country, no one can order the Lady Prophet of the Lake …"
"I'm the only one left. I'm really the only one left." Kalad pushed Dalhydra away and walked out of the hall alone.
He also made up his mind to start his own Holy Grail Expedition.
…
After the war, Lyonnesse was in ruins. Except for the inner castle area, the whole castle was in a mess. The barbarians robbed everything they saw and smashed the door. If it were not for the knights led by Laing who brought enough food, the castle might have run out of food.
Xiubard led 3,000 knights and 3,000 squires to chase the barbarians who fled. The defeated barbarians of the small tribes had already boarded the dragon boats and retreated when the knights besieged the Scarlet Guards. They were very flustered when they retreated and left the old, weak, sick, and disabled behind. Xiubard gave a simple order to the old, weak, sick, and disabled, and that was to kill them all.
At night, in the tower of Lyonnesse's inner castle.
A three-story tower in the inner castle was assigned to Laing and his attendants. The decoration inside was quite exquisite and luxurious. The Brittany hero was wearing a bathrobe and resting on the bed. Many parts of his body were bandaged, and a soft quilt covered his body.
When he was not there, Suria was the supreme commander of the knights. No one dared to disturb the Lake Fairy's rest. The Countess was dealing with various affairs downstairs.
Laing, on the other hand, was thinking about the result of the war.
Egil's death meant a lot.
Egil was the king of Skalinth, the overlord of the northern wastelands, the leader of the Noska tribes, the champion of Khorne, the hunter of countless terrifying creatures, and the nightmare of the southerners. His death meant a lot.
First of all, the Barbarians had lost their leader. Without a doubt, the countless Barbarian tribes had lost their leader. Egil had relied on his great prestige and personal strength to establish a kingdom centered around the Skalinth tribe. A large number of smaller tribes paid tribute to the Skalinth tribe during normal times and sent troops during wartime. This kind of kingdom was very powerful when Egil was alive, but as soon as he died, everything would vanish. This kind of system would collapse in an instant.
Secondly, it could be said that the Scalins had lost all of their elites in this battle. Usually, this tribe controlled a large number of small barbarian tribes, relying on their elites and large numbers of troops. Now, the Scalins' elites had been wiped out in this battle. In the next three to five years, or even ten years, the pressure on the Empire and Brittania to plunder the northern barbarians would be greatly reduced. This was undoubtedly a good thing.
In the end, Brittany had to face their own predicament.
The invasion of Chaos had caused great losses to the Brittany as well. Almost the entire duchy of Lyonnesse had been mobilized, but they had lost more than half of their forces. Four Grail Knights, including Uhles, had died in battle, and more than 40% of their reinforcements had been lost. After this battle, the strength of the nobles in the north of the kingdom had been greatly reduced. It would probably take them a few years to recover.
While Laing was still thinking about what he could gain from this battle, there was a knock on his door.
"Knock, knock, knock. Laing, it's me. Can I come in?" A mature voice came from outside the door.
"Come in." Laing knew who it was as soon as he heard the voice. His room was located on the third floor, and the first to the third floor were full of knights. There was also a magic circle set up by Veronica and Teresa outside. No one could sneak in.
The tall and slender figure of the sorceress appeared behind the door. Teresa seemed to have just taken a shower. Her hair was still glossy, and there was a slight blush on her face. She was wearing a Garland dress with a gray tapered lapel. From the slit of the dress, one could vaguely see her fair and long legs.
"You seem to be very free. Your fiancée is still downstairs having an endless meeting with a group of nobles." Teresa's silver eyes were shining. She pulled a chair over and then took out a glass bottle and two goblets from behind her. "Want a drink?"
"Teresa, I'm injured. I can't drink." Laing complained.
"This isn't alcohol. This is fresh orange juice. I even added some medicine in it to make sure you'll heal faster." She looked at the awkward Laing and said, "You're injured, knight. Have a drink."
"Alright, I guess I took it for granted." Laing took the goblet and tasted the sweet and sour orange juice. There was also a hint of something else in it. Evidently, the sorceress had hidden the medicine in the juice to make it easier for him to drink.
After drinking the juice, Laing put down his book and started chatting with Teresa. "Is Suria downstairs?"
"Yes. Miss Suria, or should I say Madam Suria, is having a meeting downstairs. We got a lot of loot from this battle. I really don't know what kind of place the northern wastelands are. Why are the barbarians so poor in all kinds of resources but rich in all kinds of precious metals? We got more than 30 thousand crowns worth of gold, silver and copper from the barbarian camp, as well as many other rare metals. The dwarf you brought with you, Dugan, right? He said he's never seen so much good stuff in his life. " Teresa crossed one of her long legs in a relaxed manner. "Suria hopes to help you get more benefits."
"The northern wastelands are a magical place, Teresa. It's barren and constantly buffeted by the Winds of Chaos. It's cold all year round and the corruption of Chaos is everywhere. Even though the northern wastelands are filled with things distorted by the release of Chaos energy, there's also wealth hidden amidst the danger. There's an inexhaustible supply of gold, iron and other precious metals in the mountains." "Don't be fooled by the fact that Nords are at war with the barbarians most of the time," Leon said with a smile. "Trade is also ongoing. Some small tribes in the south of Northka use large amounts of ores and metals to trade with the Nords for food and daily necessities. Many of the trading posts are important sources of ores for the kingdom. It's just that no one puts this matter out in the open."
"Okay." Teresa answered a little absent-mindedly. She looked at Laing with a cryptic expression behind her butterfly-patterned glasses. She seemed proud, worried and confused at the same time.
Ryan saw it and took the initiative to ask, "What's wrong? Teresa? "
"Nothing … Did you break through to the saint realm?" The sorceress stared at the handsome man leaning against the headboard and asked, "I can feel that you've become stronger."
"Yeah, what's wrong? I've been stuck at the peak of the legendary realm for a long time, "Laing said as he held Teresa's cold hand." What's so strange about my breakthrough? "
"Thirty years old. You became a Saint-level combatant at the age of thirty. Apart from His Majesty Ludwig, the Savior of the World 160 years ago, there's no one else like you … and Leon, your breakthrough is different from what I imagined." Teresa was obviously happy with Laing's initiative. She held Laing's hand and whispered, "Do you know how mother broke through the peak of the legendary realm and became a saint?"
"I'd like to hear the details."
"Mother locked herself in the top floor of the Magus Tower for nearly three months. The frost energy that overflowed from the tower extended the winter by three months. It was only when a towering pillar of light enveloped the Magus Tower that Mother broke through the ice and appeared, announcing that she had advanced into the Saint-level. But Leon, advancing into the Saint-level was as easy as eating or drinking. Apart from the powerful aura that flashed across your body at that time, I could hardly believe that you were already a Saint-level combatant." Theresa shook her head. She held Leon's hand. "You really are special.
The saint realm was the limit of mortals. Becoming a saint meant that mortals had reached the limit of life in a certain aspect. Every saint was the most precious resource of their respective forces. They would not use them unless they had no other choice.
From another point of view, it was not easy for mortals to reach their limits in a certain aspect. For example, in a 100-meter race, an ordinary athlete could run for thirteen or fourteen seconds. School and provincial teams could run for twelve seconds, and national teams could run for eleven seconds. The time seemed to be shortening by the second, but the effort and price one had to pay increased exponentially.
However, Laing was the son of the Emperor. He was born without such shackles. The threshold of the saint realm might be unreachable for mortals. It might take a long time to accumulate, from quantitative change to qualitative change, but to Laing, these did not exist. When his strength and growth were sufficient, he would naturally break through.
"Everything varies from person to person. Teresa, don't force yourself." Laing's tone was very gentle. "Just be yourself. We're partners."
Teresa could tell that Laing was deliberately changing the topic, but she liked the Count's attitude. The sorceress did not care about the question anymore. Her tone became a little resentful. "We're partners? You sure have a lot of women around you now. You have a fiancée, a partner, and two personal maids. Our contract has already ended in Marlin Castle, and I'm just an expired partner now. Oh, and an old woman in her thirties. "
"Don't say that, Teresa. Thirty is the beginning of your best years. Since you came to find me, our contract has continued, and there have been new developments." Laing adjusted his position slightly to make the down pillow more comfortable. "I never go back on my words."
"Also, my sorceress, don't underestimate your charm." Laing closed his eyes and took a deep breath of Teresa's fragrance. "The lavender scent on your body is so fragrant … You're like a snow lotus on the mountain. It's not easy to see your beauty. My dear Teresa, you're so beautiful tonight."
"Laing …" Teresa's eyes flickered. The sorceress felt that Laing's words had tickled her. Obviously, she deliberately went to take a bath first, changed into a beautiful dress, and specially put on perfume before coming to see him.
The sorceress carefully checked Laing's wound and said, "Are you going to use these sweet words to fool me from the beginning to the end? I'm not a little girl like Emilia. You can make her happy for days with just a few words of praise. "
"Miss Theresa, it depends on the person I'm speaking sweet nothings to. It's obvious that I'm only subconsciously speaking my mind to you. I'm a knight and honesty is a virtue." Laing smiled. "You, on the other hand, made it so easy for me to fulfill that virtue. You're my lucky star."
Teresa's expression changed again and again. In the end, she lowered her body helplessly. "I really lose to you."
Her cold lips pressed against Laing's. The room fell silent again. Only the sounds of their tongues could be heard.
A few minutes later, someone knocked on the door. "My dear? May I come in? "
"Come in!"
Veronica pushed the door open and entered in a black dress. She noticed that Theresa's face was flushed and she was smoothing out the wrinkles on her clothes. Garlan chuckled with interest. "Hahaha, looks like I've disturbed you. Trovic, perhaps I should leave. I'll give you five more minutes?"
"Veronica!" Laing shouted unhappily, "Come here now! I want you to understand!"
"That won't do, my dear. Madam Suria, Trovic, and I have all stressed that you're injured and we can't spend the night here." She hurriedly shook her head and kissed Laing's cheek. "But someone's trying to steal a bite."
"No, I'm just worried that Laing might be lonely, so I came to talk to him." Teresa looked calm on the outside. She tidied her clothes. "You must have a reason for coming here, right?"
"There's good news, Ryan. Didn't you say that you wanted to make an axe for Brother Angelo, but you didn't have the materials?" Veronica was still smiling. She leaned on Ryan's shoulder and said, "Now you have."
"Vibranium?" Laing perked up. "You found vibranium?"
Not only did Anglo not have a good weapon, but his hammer was also broken. He needed a new one.
Laing also needed vibranium.
"Yes, not only did we find a lot of vibranium in the barbarian camp, but … My dear, can you guess where else there's vibranium?"
"Could it be …?"
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