A pretty girl with short blonde hair blocked Laing and Al- Frey's way, her face full of disgust and annoyance. "Please leave immediately, gentlemen. This is a tailor's shop for women. Unwelcome men are not allowed in. Didn't your parents teach you basic aristocratic etiquette?"
"Oh! I almost forgot, Mister Laing. I'm sorry, I forgot where you came from. I'm sorry, I forgot. Let me remind you again, this is Brittany, not Nord. Women are respected here! Since this is the first time you've made such a mistake, I won't hold it against you. " With that, the girl walked out, full of disgust, muttering before she left. "Geez, I met two things that are more disgusting than shit today."
"Who the hell are you talking about?!" Al- Frey was furious. His face flushed, and he subconsciously wanted to stop the girl.
"Calm down, Al- Frey." Laing's eyes flashed with silver psionic light. He reached out to stop Al- Frey. "It's not wise to cause trouble in the city … Miss Fiona, my wife is inside. Why can't I go in?"
"Oh, clergy, why are you so agitated? Did I say that disgusting thing was you? Is this what your god taught you? Or … are you going to claim it yourself? " The girl, wearing a beret, let out an ear-piercing sneer. She then ignored Laing and Al- Laing and Al- and strode out.
"Laing!" Al- Frey could only feel anger attacking his rationality. The Paladin pushed Laing's arm away forcefully. "She's insulting us!"
"Yes, she's insulting us." Laing's voice was cold. His blue eyes were as turbulent as the ocean. The Chosen One of the Lake Fairies shook her head indifferently. "But at this time, we can't easily get angry. We have to control our anger, and not let it control us."
"You're right." Al- Frey took a few deep breaths and calmed down. The Paladin's patience was actually very strong. "So, she's the Fiona that you and Suria have mentioned?"
"Yes, that's why we can't do anything." Laing's eyes gradually sharpened. "Fiona is here too … Why would she come to this banquet when the palace is in such a mess recently?"
Fiona, the favorite granddaughter of Duke Theodorick. After five years, the girl had grown into a woman in her early twenties. However, her unruly and willfulness had not changed... Her words not only insulted Laing and Al- Frey, but also insulted Laing's adoptive parents..
As everyone knew, although Laing looked like a typical black-haired, blue-eyed Aachen citizen of the Empire, he was raised by the "bald" Norman couple of Nord. The Nords were often despised in the old world. Even Laing liked to laugh at himself and say that he was a Nord country bumpkin.
Self-mockery was one thing, but being scolded was another.
Fiona said that Laing did not know the rules, which was a roundabout way of saying that Laing did not have a good upbringing.
Laing thought that if Angelo heard this, he would definitely attack her with his axe. However, Laing was not Angelo. He was much more rational. He knew that this was not the time to get angry. As the champion of the Chosen of the Goddess of the Lake, he was the role model of a knight. And one of the rules of a knight was not to attack women and children.
Impatience in small matters would spoil great plans. In this case, being impulsive would only make things worse. This level of provocation did not affect Laing. Instead, the count became vigilant in his heart. Fiona and Matthew Bard had a date in the windmill of Culona. This woman in front of him had long been on Laing's blacklist. However, because Fiona was indeed a member of the family of the first twelve Holy Grail Knights, she was protected by the kingdom's law. If it was not a serious crime with conclusive evidence, Laing had no right to accuse her.
So why was she here?
While the count was still thinking about this question, a voice came from the shop. The female knight leaned out from behind the curtain and asked curiously, "Laing? What's wrong? "
"Nothing." Laing shook his head. Seeing that Laing did not want to argue, Al- Frey's expression immediately changed from indignation to a smile, "I just met a noble lady that I know. She seemed to have finished shopping and left."
"Then come in and help me look at the clothes." Suria pulled up the curtain again and motioned Laing to come in.
Laing patted Al- Frey's shoulder and stuffed something into the hands of the Paladin. He whispered in his ear, "We can't force it, but we can't pretend that nothing happened. Am I right, Al- Frey?"
Al- Frey took the thing that Laing stuffed into his hands. After carefully looking at what it was, the Paladin's face was full of sneakiness, "Oh! I like this kind of solution. Don't worry, we're old hands at this. "
"Then I'll leave it to you. I'll go in first." Laing, with a smirk on his face, handed Al- Frey a slingshot made by dwarves.
Seeing Laing go in, Al- Frey shrugged, "Well, now that you have a wife, you forget about your brother."
"Well, let me see what's worth …" Al- Frey looked around and found a puppy was defecating in an alley not far away. The Paladin's eyes lit up, "Oh, thank you, buddy. Thank you for making the materials on the spot."
"Woof woof woof!" The puppy felt embarrassed when it saw someone looking at it. It barked a few times and quickly ran away.
So, about three minutes after Fiona walked out of the shop, a wet dog poop wrapped in cloth flew out of nowhere and directly hit her on the head! The warm and smelly sticky liquid fell on the blonde's beret and then flowed down her very smooth short blonde hair!
"Ahhhhh!!!"
Inside the shop, Suria and Emilia, who were trying on clothes, and Laing, who was in charge of the review, all heard the female screams outside.
"What happened?" Suria asked curiously.
"Nothing." Laing looked at his wife with a happy smile on his face. He could not stop the green light in his eyes from shooting out. "Oh, Suria, why are you …?"
Looking at his wife's dress, the Count almost stopped breathing.
Suria was wearing a standard Brittany maid's dress. The cocoa-colored maid's lace skirt and a white ivory silk blouse added more vitality to the female knight's indescribably beautiful face. The blouse was held up high and the small black buttons were filled with happiness. They were filled with indescribable pressure and trembled slightly with the female knight's breathing as if they were going to explode in the next second!
As Sulia's figure was much taller than that of a normal woman, her knee-length, colorless maid's skirt only ended at the middle of her thighs, showing off her tall figure. A pair of long and slender legs could be seen from under the skirt. Her legs were well-proportioned and had beautiful curves. The female knight, who usually liked to wear pantyhose, had changed into a pair of black lace stockings. The transparent black lace reflected a faint light, outlining the female knight's perfect figure. Her long golden curly hair was tied up by a white headscarf, leaving behind Sulia's exquisite and perfect face and the faint smile on her face.
The female knight had chosen a maid's dress for herself!
"Emilia said you might like this kind of dress." Looking at her husband's eyes, Suria couldn't help but feel shy. The female knight's face was a bit red, "It's just that the chest is too tight and the skirt is a bit too short. I might need a shop to make it for me. Right now, I'm just … trying it on. What do you think? Laing, does it look strange? "
"Wow!" All the customers in the shop, regardless of age or gender, exclaimed in admiration. At the same time, many customers were whispering to each other. Everyone was staring at the female knight, which made her a little shy. If she wore such a dress in Duke Winford's house, the duke's daughter would probably be severely criticized.
"Nothing, I'm just a bit surprised. My wife, you're so beautiful today." Laing quickly shook his head. He took Suria's hand and pulled the female knight behind him secretly, "It's really beautiful. It suits you very well!"
"Phew …" Suria was slightly relieved. Her face was all red. She was very shy and said in a low voice, "Is that so? That's great. If you like it, that's great. "
"You look good in everything, my wife." Laing said something witty, which was rare for him, "Your beauty has nothing to do with your clothes. If your clothes look good, you look even better."
"You're so annoying, Laing. Why are you suddenly so good at talking …"
The female knight pulled the collar with difficulty. It seemed that the size of some parts really needed to be improved. Laing gently held his wife in his arms and kissed her for a few seconds. The expression on the man's face was quite fascinated.
"I told you, Sister Suria. Laing will definitely like you in this dress!" The beautiful little maid Amelia popped out from behind Sulia. She had chosen a pomegranate red pleated half-shoulder Muse evening dress for herself. This kind of dress was usually worn by female nobles, but it didn't look out of place on this little maid. On the contrary, it made people feel that she was meant to be dressed like this.
"Anyway, let's buy it first and see if there are other suitable clothes." Laing noticed that the noise in the shop seemed to have become louder because of Suria's appearance. He thought for a moment and decided to keep a low profile.
"Okay." Suria went back into the shop to change out of the dress. In fact, the female knight was a little uncomfortable because a certain part of her body was too tight.
After a moment of chaos, Suria, who had changed back into the Marquess' dress, and Emilia, who had changed back into the maid's dress, came out of Woodpecker. The Marquess' servants had a lot of boxes and bags in their hands. There were also some clothes that needed to be ordered and sent to Laing by the tailor.
After visiting a few more shops, Laing and the rest returned to the hotel that they temporarily stayed in.
In the luxurious hotel room, Laing sat on the sofa and said, "I just met Fiona."
"Fiona?" Suria put down her things. The female knight sat opposite Laing and thought about something. "Why is Fiona here for the banquet? It's strange. The Duchy of Bereon is in troubled times now. Duke Theodoric is busy summoning his men to the monastery and has no time to attend the banquet in Bordero. The duke himself also knows that he is not welcome … Laing, maybe Fiona just came out to relax? "
"Yes." Laing lowered his head and thought for a moment. Then he made a decision. "We will attend the banquet as usual, but we must be careful. We all know that Fiona and Matthew Bard …"
Suria's heart skipped a beat. The female knight remembered what happened in the windmill.
"Emilia, you will attend the banquet with us. Suria will bring you," Laing said to Emilia.
"Alright." The maid nodded.
… …
The Glory of Bordero opened as scheduled in Bodlius Castle. The attendees were all prominent nobles and magi leaders of the old world. The nobles toasted each other and whispered among themselves. On the surface, they were all sincerely congratulating Fedmond on his return from the Holy Grail expedition. But behind the scenes, the nobles were mostly thinking about how they could benefit from this matter.
Among them, Duke Ardred of Lyonnesse and Count Taubot didn't look too happy. Fedmond's return meant that Bordero's position as the largest trading port in Brittany would be further strengthened. Their interests would be affected.
Duke Berchemund of Reddragon was in high spirits. As a noble who wasn't too interested in profits, he obviously preferred Fedmond as his son-in-law. His granddaughter, Eva, and Suria gathered together. Many of them were asking Suria about Laing's performance. They even asked about Laing's performance in a roundabout way, causing Suria and Emilia to blush.
Duke Bodrick was in high spirits. Not only did he toast repeatedly, he also gave a decree. "To celebrate my son's return from the Holy Grail expedition, all of Bordero is to celebrate! There will be a curfew throughout the city. Everyone is free to drink to their heart's content, including the serfs! "
"Long live the duke!"
"Praise the duke!"
"For Bordero!"
"Mannan above!"
The whole city was immersed in a sea of joy.
"Hello, are you Ms. Elspeth and Mr. Theodore from Nur, Empire of Empire? You can take your own food and drink when you enter. If you need anything, please ask the waiter to serve you. Have a good time tonight. " At the entrance of the banquet, Elspeth from Nur, Cemetery Rose of Necropolis and Nur's champion, Theodore Bruckner, entered the banquet together.
Nur's champion, Theodore Bruckner adjusted his collar uncomfortably. "I hate this kind of banquet."
Nur's Dark Lady, Elspeth, didn't say a word. She looked up, her sharp eyes swept across the banquet, and then locked on to Emilia who was hiding behind Suria. "Let's go in."
After Elspeth and Theodore went in, the doorman at the door immediately welcomed a couple of nobles. "Hello, Sir Theodore! Ms. Fiona and Mr. Dominic! You can take your own food and drink when you enter. If you need anything, please ask the waiter to serve you. Have a good time tonight. "
"Hmph! Let me tell you, if you didn't beg me to bring you in, I wouldn't have come to this disgusting banquet! " Fiona said to her male companion after entering the banquet hall. The blonde's face was as black as ink, and it took her a long time to clean herself up.
"Don't worry, it won't take long." The male companion had a very handsome face. He was Matthew Bard, who was disguised as a Brittany noble. Duke Musillon disguised himself well, and with Fiona's cover, he smoothly entered the banquet hall. "Excuse me, Fiona, I need to wash my hands."
"Really! You can't wash your hands properly outside, and now you want to wash your hands in the banquet hall! "Fiona habitually complained, but still let go of Matthew Bard's arm.
Matthew Bard nodded. He immediately walked through the corridor and came to the castle's garden. Duke Musillon began to cast a spell. He found a corner of the garden and marked it with black magic. "Farrah, I'm ready."
Outside, Bordero had become a grand banquet hall. People were drinking wine, parading in the streets, and decorating the streets with lanterns to celebrate the return of Feldmond. The Empire's merchants hired by the duke were setting off fireworks, ready to set off at the climax of the banquet.
"Get ready, we'll start planning after the 'Heroes Fight the Evil Dragon' begins!"
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