After the Winter Veil Festival, the earth was still frozen, and the distant Oracle Mountain Range was covered in white snow.
In the courtyard of the little house in the woods, a tall imperial guard saw the visitor and nodded politely. "Hello, Princess Suria. Good morning."
"Hello, Mr. Black Gloves." Suria first nodded to the guard, then motioned the sorceress behind her to follow her in.
"This seems to be one of the few opportunities for us to come out and chat." Teresa leaned on her violet staff. The sorceress was wearing a standard blue Garan witch robe, a black full-body leather jacket, and knee-high boots. She felt a little strange and a little afraid. She did not understand why Suria asked her to come out at this time. "What's the matter? Madam … Suria? "
"Can't I talk to you if there's nothing?" Suria's graceful and elegant face had a faint smile. The sorceress was wearing a white fox fur coat with a standard marquise costume and knee-high boots. After marrying Laing for more than a year, the marquise was full of the so-called "first wife" aura. Her every move showed her style and imposing manner.
And this was exactly what the sorceress did not like.
She was very unwilling. She did not want to be a court lady. She wanted to be a countess.
For this reason, the sorceress secretly opposed Suria and was ruthlessly beaten up twice.
The first time was when she planned to let her mother, Aurora, form a witch delegation to Laing's territory. As a result, Suria sent a generous invitation letter to the Garan Council to visit Laing's territory.
This invitation letter was sent to Margarita, who immediately rejected it with the excuse that she was busy with a key magic experiment.
Since Margarita had rejected it, Aurora naturally could not bring her own people over, so the visit to Laing's territory fell through.
The second time, Teresa tried to hold a tea party and invited the nobles in the territory. After learning about this, Suria asked Morgiana and François to support her. She brought more than twenty "Holy Grail Ladies" and "Holy Grail Lovers" to the party.
That night, under Su Liya's witty words and warm hospitality, both the guests and the host enjoyed themselves. Everyone was satisfied with the tea party.
Teresa, who actually held the tea party, was forced to admit that she was far from Suria's ability in this kind of thing.
After being targeted twice in a row, Theresa was a little wary of Sulia and was also a little afraid of her.
The sorceress always felt that all her actions were under Suria's control. No matter what she tried to do, Suria would have a way to resolve it and gain the upper hand.
The two came to the living room and sat down. Suria picked up the black tea. The countess had a faint smile on her face. "Speaking of which, other than Veronica, you're the first one to know Laing, right? Madam Teresa? "
"If that's the case, yes. I met him when he was still a knight-errant." Teresa nodded. She let her shining black hair fall on the sofa behind her. "At that time, I didn't think much of him. After he made a great contribution, there was an official witch in our Jialan Parliament who was still unmarried in her thirties. She thought that he might have some prospects in the future. She took the initiative to say that if Laing could become a royal knight before the age of thirty and have his own fief, she would consider marrying him."
"Oh? What did Laing think? "Suria's eyes lit up as she asked.
The woman really couldn't keep quiet about this kind of thing.
"Laing politely refused. As for what he thought, I found out from my mother later." Teresa heard this and smiled. "Laing went home and talked to Lord Norman. He said that if I'm already a royal knight and have my own fief, why should I take the initiative to pursue an official witch in her thirties? Let her take control of the economy? Let her tell me what to do with my life? Compare me to other witches' husbands all day long? Why? If I'm really a royal knight, how many witches will take the initiative to pursue me? Why don't I find a witch in her early twenties who listens to me and is considerate to me? "
"That's why he has Veronica?" Suria was amused. "Veronica really picked the right man."
"That's why I'm not as good as Veronica. When Veronica and he became partners, Laing really had nothing. You know, Madam Suria, Laing's position in Nord … is actually a bit awkward. He's an adopted son. Strictly speaking, he's only half a noble. He doesn't have the right to inherit the fief. His Godfather, Duke Ivan, doesn't think much of him. All he has is a set of knight's equipment and his warhorse." Teresa was a little jealous and self-deprecating. "In other words, if I were in Veronica's shoes, I would never have taken a fancy to him. He's just a little warrior who can fight. There are plenty of men like him in Nord."
"If you can't be with him at the bottom of the valley, you won't be able to share the glory with him at the top of the mountain," Suria muttered to herself. Then, the female knight asked curiously, "And then?"
"Then, he defeated the Orc leader, 'Sharp Fang' Gorr and was promoted to a royal knight. My mother and I attended the coronation ceremony. He was only 22 or 23 years old then. Many witches began to have ideas about him, but his views on marriage also changed. He felt that he shouldn't wrong himself to marry a witch and bring her home. He had a bright future ahead of him. At that time, Princess Carolyn of Nord met him once. My mother said that she was looking for a husband to marry into her family. Laing, on the other hand, wasn't interested because there were a few other witches who met the princess with him. He said that he didn't want to be the princess's spare tire. What does a spare tire mean? "
"You know what happened after that. Under my mother's request, I started my own adventure with him in Nord …"
Suria raised her teacup with great interest. She smiled and said, "Spare tire? It probably means spare and candidate. In fact, Madam Teresa, when Laing really becomes a hero, he won't even appear on the list of candidates. For example, when you came here to look for Laing, he had already been selected by my father to be my husband. "
"But the truth is that I used to be like that. On one hand, I looked down on men who had no title, no status, and no power. I wasn't even willing to give them basic respect. But when I met someone like Ryan … How could someone like him marry a witch? This is not Kislöw! "Teresa smiled helplessly." I'm just a little … unsatisfied. I was the one who did it first. "
"You have to learn to adapt, Madam Teresa. What I want to say is, in the marriage between Laing and me, I'm not the one who has the upper hand. Because you don't know about Laing's true background," Suria said in a meaningful tone. "It seems that we have reached an agreement for the time being."
"Real … family background?" Teresa frowned in confusion. She felt that she had missed something. "Can you … tell me more about it?"
"No." Suria shook her head. "Let's change the topic. Madam Teresa, ask your mother to come here. As Laing's female courtier, I'd better talk to Madam Aurora."
"Okay …"
…
"The meeting with Carolyn? I really don't want to talk about that meeting. "
Laing held Emilia's hand and took a stroll in the corridor of the Church of Justice with Alfred Frey. He was a little angry and amused at the same time. "Alfred, why are you interested in this?"
"A few days ago, news came from Nord that Princess Carolyn married a baron of Midden. I thought of this matter." Alfred Frey had grown a golden beard, which made him look much more mature. However, the Paladin's smile was still as warm and bright as ever.
"Tell me, tell me, Laing. Tell me." The eyes of the little maid, Amelia, lit up. She pulled on Leon's sleeve and asked, "I'm very interested."
"Ten men." Laing was being shaken by Emilia. He had no choice but to say, "Ten men, line up in a row and enter the palace to see Princess Carolyn. We can't look at the princess's face directly, we can't turn our backs to her, we can't sit down, and we can't even take the initiative to speak without the princess's permission. When the princess asks us a question, we have to first say 'Answer your question, dear and beloved princess.' Then we can answer, and it has to be simple."
"No wonder. Only the country bumpkins of Nord have such rules." Emilia's face showed a look of disdain after hearing this. "A group of country bumpkins only know how to use these complicated rules to maintain their status. What's really powerful is not the virtual image on the surface, but the strength of one's own heart."
"No wonder. I remember that after that meeting, you were determined to leave Nord." Alfred Frey laughed after hearing this. "It's simply a ceremony to see the goods, and you are the goods."
"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore." Laing felt a headache when he thought of that dark history. He then asked Alfred Frey, "So, Brother Luo Jia has been with you recently?"
"Yes, he has been with me recently. Like me, he preaches, practices, and then spreads the gospel. Occasionally, he would complain that the level of faith is too low and not up to his standards." Alfred Frey did not know whether to laugh or cry. "I don't even know if he's here to help me or to harm me, but the people he preaches to immediately choose to believe in the God of Justice. It's just that they prefer to call it the Emperor. And all the people who preach to Mr. Luo Jia begin to show excessive fanaticism. They even tried to harm themselves to show their piety. I quickly stopped them."
"I'm really …" Laing rubbed his chin and shook his head. "Forget it, he won't stay with me for too long. Just bear with it."
"In fact, Mr. Luo Jia is not that difficult to get along with. His thirst for and understanding of all kinds of knowledge even makes me feel inferior. In just two weeks, he has almost read all the books I have here. Every time he opens his mouth, it's all proverbs." Alfred Frey said awkwardly, "I think that we have a lot of similar views. I … got along quite well with him. He said that he was going to write a new booklet full of his summary of the gospel. I was very supportive and promised to help him with the proofreading."
Sure enough! Luo Jia is spreading corruption! Laing's face immediately turned green.
I'd better let my father take him away quickly! Wherever he goes, nothing good happens!
The Count looked disgusted.
"Speaking of which, Laing, Mr. Luo Jia doesn't seem to be as powerful as Mr. Anglo?" Amelia then asked, "From what I can see, he and Marquis Julius are locked in battle."
"Then do you know why Julius chose to admit defeat? My dear Emilia? "Laing held the little maid's hand and said with a smile.
"Why?" Emilia snickered in her heart. She deliberately pretended to be curious.
As a man, it was necessary to give him a chance and space to be proud.
"Because there is no chance of winning." Laing narrowed his eyes. "On the surface, it seems that Luo Jia and Julius are evenly matched, but the question is, how does Julius win? Luo Jia's physical strength and energy are close to infinite. Under repeated frenzied state, he will only become stronger and stronger. Julius is already tired and can't hold his sword anymore. "
"So that's how it is. But I feel like Marquis Julius has also made a few powerful counterattacks," Amelia continued.
"There were counterattacks, but the effect was not obvious, so he felt that it was meaningless to continue fighting." Laing nodded. "Julius is obsessed with martial arts. He must have found this opportunity to continue to improve. My brother-in-law's strength is already very good among the younger generation of knights. He is also very talented. He has focused all his energy on practicing horsemanship and swordsmanship."
"Bravery is one of the few ways we can protect ourselves in this dark world, Miss Emilia." Al- Frey reached out and held the long sword at his waist. "Especially the lords. When they go to the battlefield, they have to learn some martial arts. The battlefield is the best place to accumulate prestige. Laing's prestige is won by countless battles. Laing, are you here to soak in the hot spring?"
"Then I'll have to trouble Mr. Frey to arrange it." Laing did not answer. Emilia directly took over the topic.
"Okay." Al- Frey glanced at Laing. Seeing that he did not object, the Paladin nodded. "Please wait a moment. I'll arrange it."
At the same time, in the new world, Luscia, the settlement of the Nosika people, Skogi port.
This formerly prosperous barbarian port was in endless flames. The well-equipped Ashes legion, which even had many lizardmen reinforcements, was driving the last barbarians into their last stronghold.
Looking at the destruction around him and the unstoppable attacks of the human expeditionary army, the chief of Skogi, the Champion of Chaos, Ross Trunkson Kull, stood on the Chaos Altar and watched in despair as the barbarian soldiers were defeated.
But there was nothing he could do.
In front of him stood a tall man. He was so handsome that he did not look like a mortal. His silky white hair fluttered in the air. He looked like an ancient demon that had come to the human world.
"You're here?"
"In the name of the Divine King, I bring you judgment." The man did not give the Champion of Chaos a chance to speak. He shook the golden sword in his hand and turned into a purple shadow.
At this time, the Champion of Chaos was still reaching for his axe.
In the next second, his head flew into the air. Blood spilled all over the altar of chaos.
"Die!"
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