"Morgiana … What's so special about us that we have to talk about it in this kind of environment? Why don't we talk about it when we're having dinner with a lady? "Laing felt a little strange. Why didn't Morgiana talk about it just now?
"It's nothing special. I'm just … curious. Your dark elf maid … How did you get her?" Morgiana gestured for Laing to come to the bed. The Lake Goddess was in a bad mood recently and often scolded people for no reason. Morgiana faintly knew why, but she didn't want to admit it on the surface. The reason she gave herself was that once Laing got married, it wouldn't be good for her to come to him for treatment all day.
Having Laing treat her was the most important thing. Morgiana realized that even if she fully recovered, the treatment could not be stopped! Otherwise, there would be a risk of relapse.
Morgiana insisted on that.
If this marriage was not arranged by the Lake Goddess, Morgiana thought that she would find a way to annul the marriage. For the Lake Goddess, who held great power in this country, it was just a matter of a reason and a sentence.
"It's a long story …" Laing crawled into the bed filled with the scent of iris flowers and lifted Morgiana up on his lap. He told Morgiana about his encounter with the president of the Luigi Chamber of Commerce, Hadrian, and the series of events that happened. The story ended with Laing obtaining a mithril vein, a dark elf maid, and a business partner. Hadrian, on the other hand, opened the upper passage of Marlin Castle.
Laing had always wanted to complain about this matter. Hadrian's method was very risky. He might have met a hot-tempered old man (such as Angran, Angran, or Angran). Not only would this businessman not achieve his goal, but he might even lose his life.
Hadrian later admitted that he had investigated Laing's character and knew that he would not casually make a move. This move was indeed very risky, but for a businessman, the greater the risk, the greater the return. If you were not willing to take risks, you would not be able to win a higher return.
People who killed people they didn't like and drew their swords at the slightest disagreement were all believers of Chaos or gangsters. That was because they had formed such a concept since they were young. A knight who was truly well-educated would not use force casually. Many problems could not be solved by force.
In the eyes of many people, violence was the fastest and most effective way to solve problems. If they didn't agree with them, they would kill them. If they didn't like them, they would kill them. If they didn't agree with them, they would kill them.
Laing felt that it was a pity that such a person did not become Khorne's Chosen One. This was because Khorne's followers were like this. A knight's duty was to protect, not destroy.
Laing came back to his senses and tightened his grip on Morgiana. "That's the end of my story."
"Why would you trust a Dark Elf with such a suspicious background? Why would you let her be your personal maid? Aren't you afraid that she will hurt you with a dagger or a glass of poisoned wine? " Morgiana found a comfortable position in Laing's arms and snuggled into his chest. The Lake Goddess wrapped her arms around his neck, thinking that if that damned dark elf was not here, she would be the one who slept with Laing every night. "Dark elves are evil by nature. They worship the God of Blood Hand, Cain. They like to perform all kinds of forbidden rituals and kill to please evil gods. Occasionally, they will join forces with the barbarians in the north who believe in Chaos to plunder the coastal areas. How do you know that she won't hurt you?"
The magic machinery in the room was running. The air conditioner was blowing cold air. The windows were covered by thick curtains. Only the candle at the bedside was burning. Laing hugged the Lake Goddess' waist and looked at her with a faint smile. "Morgiana, you must want to know more about Olica from me."
"I'm thinking for you!" Morgiana's beautiful face was a little dissatisfied. "Keeping a dark elf of unknown origin with such magical abilities will only hurt you."
"Actually, I don't know much about Olica's origin." Laing's big hand gently untied the belt on Morgiana's nightgown. "But she won't hurt me. She doesn't have the ability to do so."
"So you don't know her origin?" Morgiana raised her golden eyebrows. "You're really overconfident, Laing. I remember that little maid of yours called Emilia is also of unknown origin. Do you really think you can conquer them? Leon, you're not the same type of person as them. That girl Amelia is one thing, she's still a human, but that dark elf … "
"… Morgiana, I know what you mean. Olica is indeed a dark elf, but that's not important. She didn't have the ability to threaten me before, so I trusted her. Later on, she recovered, but her power came from me, Morgiana. Just like this." Laing gently stroked Morgiana's smooth belly and said teasingly.
Morgiana understood. She blushed and held Laing's hand. She was embarrassed and angry. "Don't say that!"
The Lake Goddess was actually very weak and shy when she was alone with Laing. As long as Laing took the initiative, Morgiana would hug the pillow and cooperate silently. She would often cover her face, except when they were kissing.
I really am already …
"By the way, there's something else I need to tell you." Morgianna seemed to have thought of something. She motioned for Morgianna to wait. "After Lauen's failure, I sent someone to investigate Muxilon again. The prophet of the Lake God, Clement, brought me valuable information."
"Valuable information?" Laing became serious. The information that Morgiana valued must be very important, especially if it was about Mu Xilong.
As for Laing's reward for killing Egil, the Knight King and his court had been discussing it with the other dukes. However, it wasn't easy to reward him, as Laing was already a count and had a first-class medal. He was also the champion of the Chosen of the Lake Goddess. Richard didn't know what else he had in his hands, so there were only three options: making him a duke, giving him a title and rewarding him with resources.
Both Richard and the court rejected the idea of making him a duke. Firstly, Laing was too inexperienced. Secondly, even though Brittany's law stated that the king could create an unlimited number of dukes, Laing couldn't just be a landless duke. A duke had to have a corresponding fief, and Brittany didn't have any land to give him.
Giving him a title was also useless. What title in the kingdom could compare to the champion of the Chosen of the Lake Goddess?
In the end, the Knight King rewarded Laing with four thousand crowns, two pure-blooded elven horses, fifty sets of knight's armour and ten carriages of food. He promised that it would be barely acceptable and had someone record it down.
What he meant was that they would record it down and keep the reward for now.
The reward hadn't reached Laing yet.
Leon, on the other hand, was more farsighted. He had his eyes on Mu Xilong's land and the title of Duke of Mu Xilong. If he wanted to take the title of Duke of Mu Xilong, he would first have to reclaim Mu Xilong.
"Clement found out that after the death of the Blood Duke, the Lich King Akhan and the Vampire Count Frey Manfred left. The one left behind was Matthew Bard, the traitor we analyzed last time! He almost stole the title of the champion of the knighthood, and I even encouraged him personally! " Morgiana was so angry that her teeth itched. If not for Laing, she would've been sacrificed to Nagash. "He called himself Duke of Musilon and became the ruler of Musilon."
"Well, I know. What happened? Matthew Bard was only at the early legendary level back then. After two or three years, no matter how fast he advanced, he should've been at the middle legendary level. How could he control the vampires of Musilon? "Laing immediately realized that something was wrong.
Creatures like vampires were a bunch of traitors. They would only follow the strong. The Blood Duke had ruled Musilon for many years, and his legendary strength was barely useful. Then what did Matthew Bard, who was only at the early legendary level and not even a vampire, rely on to rule Musilon?
"Matthew Bard's strength has advanced by leaps and bounds to the upper legendary level." Morgiana recalled how she was betrayed, captured, and almost turned into a vampire. Her voice was cold and trembling. Since she recovered, the Lake Goddess Witch had been awakened from her dreams many times. Every time, she would dream that she was tied to the altar, facing Man Frey's reflective head and pale pupils. Only when she was with Laing could she sleep peacefully and not be troubled by nightmares. "Do you know what's going on?"
"What's going on?" Laing's eyes widened.
"The power of the black Grail Knight that Duke Lauen killed in the expedition against Musilon did not dissipate, nor was it expelled. Instead, it all flowed back to Matthew Bard." Morgiana told Laing the result of her divination. "Matthew Bard absorbed all the power, combat skills, and combat experience of the dead black Grail Knight and successfully broke through to the upper legendary level. It was just one black Grail Knight. It's hard to imagine if all the black Grail Knights were defeated … If the conditions didn't allow it, I would've called on the duke to form an army of knights."
"The kingdom no longer has the ability to attack Musilon." Laing smiled bitterly and nodded. "It will take at least five years to restore the kingdom's military power and the number of knights. Fortunately, Musilon's vitality has also been greatly damaged. The vampires can't do anything. Lord Lauen has sent people to strengthen the sentry posts and epidemic belts, which also brought great damage to Musilon. What we need to do now is to seize the time to rest … Morgiana, what's wrong with you?"
Morgiana's face was pale. She remembered that she was caught because of carelessness. Every time she thought of it, the Lake Goddess Witch would feel fear. "That … Laing, I've started to be troubled by nightmares again."
"That's indeed a problem." Laing reached out and stroked Morgiana's slender and soft back. "You need to defeat it. Morgiana, I'm here."
"You're here? You'll be gone soon! " Morgiana said sourly. "Even if you're married, our agreement will still be valid, right?"
"Yes, I'll keep my promise." Since he had already made a promise, Laing had to keep it. This was one of the eight virtues of a knight.
The Grail Knight's words were law, and he would do what he said. These symbols of the glory of the Knight King rarely made promises. As long as they made a promise, they would give everything for it. Many "smart people" liked to ridicule the knights as "idiots" who would die in vain. Little did they know that if everyone was "smart", the world might have been destroyed by the Chaos.
"…" Morgiana felt that it was meaningless to say this.
"It's time to rest." The two had been chatting for a long time. Laing knew that Morgiana did not intend to leave at night. The Count took the Lake Goddess Witch's little hand and lay down. "Let's start."
Morgiana finally heard what she wanted. She turned over and lay on Laing's body, offering her own sweet kiss. Under her nightdress, her little foot in the stockings hooked onto Laing's leg.
The candle at the bedside was blown out.
In the next three days, Tegris personally taught Teresa and Veronica magic. Even Olica and Morgiana were asked by Laing to sit in. Tegris' magic knowledge was as vast as the sea. Whether it was Garland or Morgiana, a great wizard, as long as they could learn a little bit of it, they would benefit a lot.
On the other hand, the weapon that Laing and Anglo asked the dwarf rune craftsman Clark, the Grim, to make was completed.
Angelang had been waiting for the dwarves since they started working. When the dwarves opened the door and walked out, Angelang immediately rushed to the door. "Master Clark? My weapon? "
The dwarf rune craftsman was covered in dust. He stroked his beard and said, "Dwarves never break their promises."
A pair of Vibranium Battle Axes were placed in front of Anglo.
The pair of Vibranium Battle Axes were divided into two halves. The silver blade of the axes shone brightly under the summer sun. More than a dozen mysterious blue pictures of the dwarves were engraved on the blade of the axes by Clark Grimace, connected by golden patterns. The handle of the axes was inlaid with runes passed down from the golden age of the dwarves thousands of years ago, which contained terrifying energy.
"Vibranium Battle Axes, divine weapons. As you wish, I named them Flesher and Lacerator." Clark Grim placed the pair of battle axes on the big wooden table. "I've used fifteen types of dwarven craftsmanship to enchant them. They're very heavy, very powerful, and have great lethality. Just as you imagined, this weapon has the ability to cut through energy, as long as you put in enough effort."
"Hey! I like it! " Anglo picked up his battle axes and swung them. The whirlwind created by the axes made the knights and high elves feel extreme danger, and they quickly backed away.
"Other than that, I've also enchanted the two battle axes," Clark – Grim continued to explain.
Anglo put down the battle axes and took a closer look. As expected, there were some subtle differences between the two axes. The one in his left hand had three blood grooves, and the runes on it were different too. "I named the one in my left hand Lacerator. There's a special rune on it. The wound caused by Lacerator will not heal and will continue to bleed."
"The one in your right hand is called Flesher. I've enchanted it with a special rune called Bloodlust. This rune will allow you to absorb the power of the enemy's flesh and blood. The more you fight, the stronger you become."
"Great! This is the weapon I want! "Anglo was very satisfied. He finally had a weapon that suited him!
"Finally, let's finish it, Mister Anglo. Drip your blood on the rune stone on the axes." Clark Grim was very satisfied with his work, so he went on to speak.
Anglo dripped his blood on the surface of the runestone according to Clark's request. The runestone flashed red. Clark immediately used his vibranium hammer to lightly knock on the runestone of the two battle axes. "Then, my work is complete."
"Throw the axes, Mister Anglo."
"Okay!" Angelo shouted and hurled a Vibranium Battle Axe forward. The new divine weapon broke through the sound barrier and blasted a pile of rocks into smithereens. Smoke and dust filled the air before it finally embedded itself deep into the ground.
"Then, call its name in your heart. Use your hands to welcome its return."
Anglo obeyed Clark's orders.
A miracle happened. The Vibranium Battle Axe that was embedded in the ground suddenly rose into the air. It spun in the air and returned to Anglo's hands. He held it tight.
"Nice!" The World Eater geno prototype smiled. "Master Clark, thank you so much!"
"No need to thank me. I told you that dwarves never break their promises." Clark brought out a beautiful two-handed hammer from the workshop. "Where is the little brother?"
"I'm here!"
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