The Stargazy Pie dish looked a little dark and creepy from the outside, especially the fried fish that had died with their eyes wide open, pointing their heads at the sky. It was quite frightening.
However, looking at Morgianna's expectant expression, Leon could only choose to start eating. In private, Morgianna and he had that kind of relationship. In public, Morgianna was his superior. All the knights of the Holy Grail in the country were loyal to Morgianna. Therefore, looking at the Lake Goddess's expectant gaze, Leon smiled bitterly and nodded. "This dish looks a bit scary."
"That's how northern cuisine is. This dish is easy to make, simple, and cheap. If you don't have sardines, herring will do too." Morgiana tidied up her skirt and sat next to Laing. "Try it. I can guarantee that it won't taste bad."
After a few bites, Laing found that the dish tasted quite good. He understood that Stargazy Pie was actually not bad, but it looked too bad.
At the end of the dinner, Morgiana served a dessert, which was also a famous Yorkshire pudding in northern Brittany.
At this time, the sky was already dark, and the bright moonlight sprinkled in the valley where the Fairy Tower was located. The place was always foggy, and the valley was surrounded by moonlight and fog, full of grass and flowers. No matter the season, day or night, the flowers would always bloom here, and the valley was full of fluorescent lights.
The Lake Goddess's long skirt dragged on the ground. She held Laing's arm, and the two took a walk in the valley, chatting about the recent political situation of the kingdom. Laing wanted to leave after dinner, but Morgiana very "considerately" said that he might need a walk to digest the food, and insisted that Laing come out to walk with her.
"Knight Commander Orren of the Holy Grail Knights in Carona reported to me that most of the dukes in the north support Laun to be the next Knight King. In fact, after Richard appointed Laun as regent, Richard has basically stopped performing the duties of a king." Morgiana said to Laing, "Since Laun took charge of the political situation, the situation in the north has changed significantly. The towns and villages destroyed in the barbarian invasion are slowly being repaired, and the escaped slaves have returned to their places. Some of the knights' expeditionary forces have returned to replenish the number of dead knights."
"I know that. Recently, the Empire has also temporarily entered a period of stability. The barbarians in the north have at least three or four years of recovery after the failed invasion. The harassment of the Green Dwarfs has always been limited to the Duchy of Karason and Bastogne. This is a good opportunity. I plan to wait until the end of spring plowing next year, when François and I form a large army to attack the Blackstone stronghold." Laing also told Morgiana of his plan.
"Heinrich Kemmler. He's a famous necromancer. He used to be a human." Morgiana nodded. She pulled Laing to sit down in the pavilion in the valley and felt the cold wind blowing on her body. She introduced Heinrich Kemmler's past. "He used to be an outstanding human wizard. That was before Ludwig the Savior established the Royal Wizard Academy, before the beginning of the great Holy War."
"Yes." Laing signaled that he was listening, but Morgiana only smiled at the beginning of the sentence. She stared at Laing with her sharp eyes.
You know what to do, don't you?
Laing fully understood Morgiana's meaning. He lifted the Lake Goddess Witch up by her waist and placed her on his lap, indicating for her to continue.
Morgiana was slightly taller than Emilia. She was about 1.65 meters tall. Laing carried her in his arms and she leaned on his chest. The Lake Goddess Witch then held Laing's hand with satisfaction and continued, "Because the Empire adopted the attitude of exterminating and capturing these wizards, Kemmler could only choose to stay in the prince's territory at the border. Not only did Kemmler's outstanding magic talent allow him to quickly become a powerful wizard, he also understood one thing. That is, the short lifespan of a human is destined to not allow him to master magic and reach the limits of magic. Therefore, Kemmler made a huge decision."
"… I'm not a human anymore?" Laing said with a smile.
"That's a strange way to put it, but Laing, what you said is generally correct." Morgiana snuggled comfortably in the crook of Laing's arm. Her bare feet swayed back and forth under her long skirt, indicating the good mood of the Lake Goddess Chosen One. "In order to extend his lifespan, Kemmler began to study necromancy magic. When he was forty years old, he could already rely on his own strength to awaken an entire undead army and make them listen to his commands."
In order to defeat this terrifying necromancer, the border princes sought support from the Empire and formed a large army. They defeated Kemmler and his undead army in the Battle of a Thousand Heads. Kemmler was forced to leave the border princes' territory and wandered in the Grey Mountains with his undead army. During his wanderings, Kemmler found a divine artifact that he wanted — the Staff of Nagash. It was stored in La Messenaar Monastery. You know what happened next. François led the knights of the Vanford Duchy to defeat Kemmler in the Battle of La Messenaar. In the crucial duel, François chopped off half of Kemmler's head. "
"He didn't die even after chopping off half of his head …" Laing ridiculed. "As expected, this necromancer's strength is extraordinary."
"After being severely injured, Kemmler crazily tore apart all his magic scrolls and released all his magic to repel the knights' attacks and François' pursuit. He escaped into the depths of the Grey Mountains alone. The injured Kemmler's strength was greatly reduced and he became delirious. But when he was clear-headed, he never gave up and came back to try to take back the Staff of Nagash," Morgiana finished the story as she held Laing's large hands.
"In fact, four years after the Battle of La Messenale Abbey, he once again gathered an undead army and tried to attack La Messenale Abbey. Due to his fear of François' existence, Kemmler changed his route and entered Brittany through the Azeroth Forest. However, the result was that his undead army was annihilated once again. It was only because it was winter that the wood elves lacked the help of the dryads that Kemmler barely escaped. Kemmler is now hiding in the Blackstone Stronghold north of Carac Breezy Castle. It was once a very sturdy dwarven fortress, but the continuous decline of the dwarven population meant that it was already not bad for them to be able to defend the Breezy Castle against the attacks of the Green Skins and Ratmen." Morgiana's tone carried a hint of sarcasm. "The stubborn dwarves are unwilling to leave their homeland, even if they are threatened."
"Even so, we still can't underestimate this great necromancer. Now that more than ten years have passed, Kemmler must have formed another huge undead army. He's just hiding in the Blackstone Stronghold, waiting for the right opportunity." Laing pondered over the cause and effect of this. He felt a little strange. "But I don't know why, but in the previous series of battles, he always had the opportunity to come out and stab us in the back, but he was always quiet. The Blackstone Stronghold never made any moves."
"Kemmler's mind is sometimes clear and sometimes absent-minded. He has already lost the ability to grasp the opportunity." Morgiana replied casually. The Lake Goddess Witch's understanding of Kemmler was limited to this. "Perhaps he's planning something. In any case, we have to be careful."
After chatting for a while with Morgiana in his arms, Laing took out the pocket watch made by the dwarves. This was a gift from the dwarf engineer, Dugan Ironman. After looking at the pocket watch, Laing knew that it was already eight o 'clock in the evening and that he should go back.
Morgiana naturally noticed Laing's actions. The Lake Goddess Witch's golden eyebrows immediately furrowed. She turned her head away. "You're in a hurry to go back and spend the night with Suria? She's keeping a close eye on you. Is there a curfew at night? You won't be allowed to enter the bedroom if you go back a little later? "
"That won't happen. Suria is not strict with me in this aspect." Laing felt a strong sense of jealousy. He hurriedly explained, "I just told Suria that I'll go back after dinner. I can't go back on my words."
"Then I'll send a message to Suria and tell her that you're not going back tonight." Morgiana was still trying to persuade him.
"Morgiana, I still have something to deal with when I go back tonight … Or, can you go out with me? There are still a lot of empty rooms in the winery. You can go out and stay for two or three days. " Laing reached out and stroked Morgiana's little hand. He felt helpless. Morgiana's little temper was acting up. He had to coax her. "I'll stay in the winery during this period. There are no outsiders in the winery."
"Go out with you? I'm not the hostess of your winery. Suria is. " Morgiana's tone was strange. "Here, you belong to me. Outside, you belong to Suria."
"Why am I like a ball?" Laing complained. "Kicking between you and Suria? Don't I have another indenture with your and Sulia's insignia stamped on it as well? Can the ownership be changed at any time? "
"Pfft …" Morgiana was amused by Laing's words. She took a few seconds to make a decision. "Alright then."
"Hillfane!" The Lake Goddess Witch waved at the small forest in the valley. The unicorn Hillfane stepped out of the small forest. Its sharp horn was sprinkled with specks of moonlight. The pure white unicorn was Morgiana's personal mount. When Morgiana was betrayed by the Dryad, it was the injured Hillfane who led Laing in the direction.
Following Hillfain was a Gryphon.
This griffin was already as big as a cow. It had the head of an eagle and the body of a lion. Its head was silver, and its eyes were sharp. The golden fur on its body had become dense. Its sharp claws were pressed against the ground, and its brown wings were spread open. When it saw Laing and Morgiana, it cried out happily. It flew to the front of the pavilion and stretched its head out.
Morgiana reached out and stroked the griffin's head. "Empris is growing up. Let it grow for a year or two, and it can be your mount on the battlefield."
"Ahhh …" Empris the griffin cried out. It stuck out its tongue and licked its golden fur. It rubbed its head against Morgiana, and then let Laing pet it. This griffin was usually trained by Morgiana and Laing. Occasionally, Suria would ride it. When it saw Laing come to see it, it flapped its wings happily and opened its mouth. A blue and white lightning ball condensed in its mouth.
“！！！” The griffin spat out a bolt of lightning into the sky. Then, it flapped its wings and flew to the other side of the pavilion. Under the secret training of the Lady of the Lake, this griffin already had the ability to attack with magic.
"Let's go." Laing carried Morgiana onto Hillfane.
"Okay." Morgiana leaned over and kissed Laing on the cheek. Then, she sat sideways on Hillfane. Laing also rode on his pure-blooded elven warhorse, Grape. When Grape saw Laing come up, it whinnied strangely. Then, it stretched out its front hooves toward Empris and made a strange gesture.
The griffin seemed to be provoked. It ran a few steps and spread its wings to fly into the sky. Then, it caught up with Laing and Morgiana.
… …
The next day, in the early morning of the winery in the territory of Count Glamorgan, in the office on the third floor.
In Laing's temporary office, Laing sat behind his sandalwood desk. Morgiana sat beside Laing and listened. Countess Suria was still resting. The dark elven maid stood behind Laing.
As soon as Olica and Morgianna looked at each other, there was the smell of electric sparks. Olica's face was full of disdain and contempt, while Morgianna's anger was mixed with jealousy.
A noble sat opposite Laing and reported to him the situation of the winery. He looked like a middle-aged gentleman. He was wearing a decent tuxedo and a black beret. His monocle was fixed with gold wire. "My Count, the new grape varieties, Snake Dragon Ball and Pinot Noir, have been sown and cultivated. The famous grape variety imported from Vanford, Cabernet Sauvignon, has also been sown."
"Very good." Laing sat behind the big wooden desk. He took the winery's financial report and glanced at it. "Well done, Pinot. Thank you for your hard work."
"It's my pleasure to serve you, my Count." The middle-aged gentleman bowed.
Jean de Pinot, a master winemaker from the Vanford court, replaced the deceased Durand as the chief steward of the vineyard under Laing's jurisdiction. He was currently in charge of the winery. This master winemaker was a very skilled person. He was also an important member of Suria's entourage.
Laing was actually a little reluctant to let Suria's people manage the winery because Suria's influence had infiltrated all aspects of his territory. However, when it came to wine, Vanford and Bordero produced the best wine in the entire old world.
It was better to leave it to the professionals.
After listening to a series of reports in detail, Steward Katzenberg came in. "My Count, the king of the Angrend clan, Belegar Ironhammer, has arrived. He wants to see you."
"Okay, I see. Then … Pinot, let's call it a day." Laing waved his hand and signaled the master winemaker to leave. "Invite King Belegar in."
"Yes, my Lord." The chief steward left.
Two minutes later, Belegar walked in. "Laing boy, the first batch of my people has arrived. You'll be in charge of their accommodation. This time, a group of elite rangers and veteran dwarves came. Are you interested in taking a look?"
"Let's go. We can also talk about how to take over the Blackstone Stronghold for you and your people." Laing stood up from behind his seat.
"Very good. Dwarves like humans like you who speak directly. You're straightforward, unlike those pointy-eared people who are shy."
"Please, King Belegar."
"Please, Laing."
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