Author's Note: The royalties are out, and I'm bleeding profusely. Please support me, dear readers. If this goes on, I'll run out of food! * Sob sob sob *
The next morning, in the corridor of the winery, the morning light seeped through the glass windows and sprinkled on the wooden floor and the expensive paintings on the walls.
The new head maid, Sylvia, was wearing a standard maid outfit. Her soft blonde hair was tied up high, and she wore white stockings and black leather boots. She was carrying a stack of clothes as she passed by the door of the master bedroom.
Since Emilia had left, Sylvia had taken over the position of head maid and was responsible for the daily life of the entire group of servants and the dispatch of the castle. It could be said that she was quite capable. Compared to Emilia, who focused more on Laing, Sylvia was better at fulfilling her duties as head maid.
Because of this, she was very dissatisfied with many of Laing's habits, such as dining etiquette. In Brittany's aristocratic etiquette, every type of tableware had extremely strict rules on how to use it. There were special rules on how to use different tableware, such as the placement of the napkin, and how small the spoon could not touch the bowl and chopsticks. In the palace, these were very important etiquettes that determined whether a noble could show their status.
This was not nonsense. In Brittany's aristocratic etiquette, there were four types of table knives: bread knife, butter knife, main kitchen knife, and fish knife. There was a difference in which knife was used at which time.
Laing obviously did not care much about this. The count himself often let Suria share the round table with him. In Brittany, eating at the round table with the Holy Grail Knight was an extremely high honor, but Laing's meals were all like this.
Laing was often criticized by Sylvia for such problems. He always said that he understood, but did not change much.
However, Laing's status was very high and he was very strong. Sylvia could only criticize him and did not dare to really do anything. This made Sylvia feel very uncomfortable. She always felt that she was not fulfilling her duties as head maid well.
The new head maid thought that she had to find a chance to lecture him again.
Just then, the door to the master bedroom opened and Laing came out in a simple robe.
The man's robe was not neatly worn, revealing his strong muscles. Laing had a very perfect streamlined body, and his black hair was clearly freshly combed. He had only casually tied the belt around his robe. His handsome face was filled with masculine charm, and there was a faint smile on his face. "Good morning! Sylvia. "
"…" Sylvia was about to greet him, but for some reason, she felt her face turn red. She immediately turned her head away. "I'll leave the clothes here."
"My head maid, I don't think I've done anything to offend you." Laing accepted the clothes and joked.
"No … Please step aside, Your Excellency. I'm going to prepare breakfast for you." Sylvia's expression was solemn as she put on a business-like appearance. "Is Madam awake?"
"I'm awake, Sylvia. Let's have breakfast in thirty minutes." Suria was wearing a silk nightgown. Her long blonde curls were a little messy, and her face was rosy and shiny. The countess' face was filled with laziness and satisfaction. She said to her maid, "Come and have breakfast with us later."
"Got it." Sylvia looked at Suria and almost immediately thought of something. She blushed and quickly walked away, leaving only the ribbon behind the maid's headscarf fluttering in the air.
"Sylvia has been doing well recently. She's taken care of every aspect of the house," Laing said meaningfully as he looked at the back of the head maid.
"Laing, Sylvia is just not used to it." Sulia immediately understood Ryan's metaphor. Her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately said, "I think she will find a suitable way for us to get along."
Thirty minutes later, in the restaurant of the winery, there were only three people sitting at the long dining table. Suria carefully spread the honey and jam on the bread with a knife and handed it to Laing with both hands. "Have you informed Veronica?"
"Yes, she's already packing her things." Laing also poured Suria a cup of warm milk. "And Olica. She's also packed her things."
"Mr. Alfred Frey is going too?" Suria nodded. The female knight casually asked, "Then why don't you ask the half-elf ranger to go with you? Don't you need a long-range shooter like him? "
"Half-elf? Astor? " Laing put down his knife and fork. He thought of the half-elf he had met and fought side by side with in Nord. The count first nodded, then shook his head.
Astor had finally broken through to the Legendary rank a few days ago and officially became an official ranger. However, he was already ninety years old. If he didn't have too many fortuitous encounters in the future, he would be like this for the rest of his life. Half-elves usually lived for 150 to 200 years. To humans, Astor was already close to 40 years old. Even if he broke through to the Legendary rank, his lifespan wouldn't exceed 250 years.
It could be said that this half-elf had been left far behind by Laing.
Ryan's first thought was that such a Forest Ranger would be of some help to him during his trip to Estalia. The Forest Ranger's combat prowess was obvious to all, especially with him personally taking action. It was unlikely that Astaire would face any difficult close-range combat.
However, when he thought of Olica's existence, Laing ultimately rejected this suggestion.
Needless to say, the Dark Elves and the High Elves were mortal enemies. The relationship between the Dark Elves and the Wood Elves was also obvious to all. The King of the Forest, Olion, once led the Wood Elf army to Nagalond using the World Roots and beat up the Witch King, Malekith. In the end, the Witch Queen, Morath, promised to teach the Queen of the Forest, Aleil, dark magic in exchange for the Wood Elves to retreat. As a result, the dark magic magnified the dark side of Aleil's heart, causing an area in the Azeroth Forest to turn into eternal night.
After that, of the three ancient treants, the oldest treant Ah Danhu sacrificed himself to heal Alai 'er, allowing the Forest Queen to regain her sanity. After Alai' er woke up, she was deeply affected and the Forest Queen rarely left the Monarch Forest.
In Laing's territory, even his subordinates knew that Laing had a dark elf maid by his side. However, Olica was always holed up in the house, either cultivating or serving Laing. She rarely went out, so others rarely had the chance to meet her.
Out of sight, out of mind, the wood elves and half-elves didn't care too much.
However, if they were brought out to form a team, it would be different. In Laing's words, their worldview was completely different. There would be no lack of conflicts during the journey. The hatred among the elves was far greater than the hatred between them and other races. This wasn't something to be said casually.
"No need. There are advantages to having fewer people." Laing directly said after thinking about it.
Suria didn't say anything after hearing Laing's words. The female knight gently said, "Be careful. I'll take care of the territory."
"I won't be gone for too long."
… I'm preparing to leave for the sea …
Three days later, Bordero, Mannen Dry Dock, Bordero Galleon "Mannen's Fury".
Leon stood on the deck of the galleon and looked at the blue sea and clear sky in the distance. He looked at the sailors and the fully-armed knights who were busy on the deck and the huge family crest of the Poseidon family on the main sail. The count smiled at the female courtier who was standing beside him. "This is the pride of the Poseidon Fleet, the Brittania Galleon. My dear, what do you think?" Leon asked the female courtier beside him.
The Bordero Galleons were the pride of the Bordero Principality. They were the most powerful ships in the Sea God's fleet. They were carefully selected oak and transported to the Mannen Dry Dock to make these galleons. A grand blessing ceremony would be held every time the keel was laid. When the ship was launched, many banquets and holidays would be held. The people of Bordero loved their galleons. They were their pride.
A galleon could carry hundreds of well-trained sailors and soldiers. The powerful ship was like a floating castle filled with firearms and ballistae. Most of the sailors were equipped with scimitars and muskets. There were hundreds of cannons on both sides of the ship. The powerful firepower could ensure that any enemy that approached would be attacked by all kinds of firearms and ballistae like a thunderstorm. Even if the enemy managed to get close, the sailors and the Sea God's knights on the deck were not afraid of gang jumping and skirmishing.
At the bow of the ship was a mermaid statue with a trident that symbolized the Sea God, Mannen. With the blessing of the sea god, the mermaid statue could not only guide the ship to maintain stability in the ocean currents and strong winds, it could also release lightning. It was said that in the battle when the Estalian "Invincible Fleet" was destroyed, the lightning released by the mermaid statue sank a large warship of the Southerners. This shocked the Estalians, and many small warships even began to flee on the spot.
Duke Bodrick's Sea God's Fleet was one of the few blue-water navies in the old world. It was also the foundation of the Knight King's nation to protect the sea. In addition to the Sea God's Fleet, the Knight King Richard also had a naval fleet in Le-Angoulang. However, that fleet was at best a yellow-water navy, with a large number of privateers and pirate ships as its main force.
On the deck, the sailors were singing the Bordero Navy's military song, "The Heart of Oak." Laing held Veronica's hand as they strolled along the ship's bow. In the sea breeze, the blue waves, and the slightly salty air, it was a different kind of fun.
"I'm glad you still remember me. I thought you had forgotten me." Veronica held onto Laing's arm with a sweet smile on her face. She was obviously satisfied that Laing had taken the initiative to ask her to come out with him.
Wizard Gallan was thirty-three years old this year. Due to her powerful magic and the guidance of the Supreme Wizard Tegris, Veronica's progress in light and fire magic could be described as rapid. With her profound magical attainments, the witch still looked like a young girl in her twenties. However, compared to when Laing first met her, Veronica was more mature and cold. Now, she was wearing a fiery red robe, full of the demeanor of a great wizard. Standing on the deck, Wizard Gallan's aura deterred the sailors from approaching her.
In addition, Veronica had also received a large number of high elven spellbooks and magic scrolls from Tegris. Recently, the witch had been busy with her own experiments and practicing more profound magic. If Laing hadn't asked her to come out on a mission, Veronica might have spent a few years digesting this knowledge.
"If I have something to ask you, you'll tell me why I'm always disturbing your research. If I don't ask you, you're afraid that I'll forget about you." Laing joked, "You're putting me in a difficult position."
"That's why you have to find the right time to accompany me. When it's time to practice, you have to let me practice. The mysteries of magic are endless." Veronica stuck out her index finger and poked Laing's face. "For a long journey like this, it's very appropriate for you to ask me. Of course, it would be better if your Dark Elf maid didn't come along. Where is she?"
"Olica. She's in the cabin." Laing looked into the cabin. Dark elves didn't like to show their faces in public and hated crowded decks and cabins, so she chose to stay in the cabin.
With a large number of soldiers on board, the space for each person was very small. Laing and the others were divided into two cabins about fifteen square meters. Then, something very tragic happened. Of course, Veronica and Olica had to stay with Laing. Both Garland and the Dark Elf maid said that they didn't mind sharing a room, but Frey could only stay in one room by himself.
That was not all. Considering how crowded the ship was, it was obviously unrealistic for Al- Frey to have a cabin by himself. So, the stern red-nosed navy captain took the initiative to requisition the cabin and let Al- Frey squeeze in with the Sea God Knights.
"In Alf's words, the cabin is full of 'the smell of hell' and 'the smell of demons'." Laing smiled and hugged Veronica's slim waist. "I always feel sorry for him."
"Oh? Why do I feel that you don't want him to disturb us at such a critical time? " Veronica said with bad intentions. The witch closed her eyes and held Laing's big hand on her waist. She leaned back in Laing's arms. She really enjoyed the time when the two of them were alone. "So you made this arrangement."
"Alf and I are the same age. He's in his thirties and still not married." Laing calmly changed the topic. "Veronica, do you have any suitable candidates? For example, the new female members of the Garland Council. Can you introduce one to me? "
"Oh, that's enough. A witch and a Templar Knight? I guess they won't even need to say five words before they start fighting. " Veronica's dark brown hair exuded the fragrance of roses. Garland glared at Laing. "Are you serious?"
"Alright, then let's not talk about this." Laing was just joking. He suddenly reached out and brushed Veronica's face and slender neck. "Close your eyes, my dear. I have something for you."
"What kind of gift?" Veronica obediently closed her eyes. The witch felt sweet in her heart.
"It's the anniversary of the tenth year of our acquaintance. This is a memory that belongs only to us. I now give this to you. In my heart, you will always be that stubborn witch." Laing took out a small box.
Inside the box was a golden ring made of some unknown metal. In the flame-shaped diamond, a golden hammer imbued with the power of lava was engraved. The ring's rings were engraved with simple ancient runes.
"For me?" Veronica immediately fell in love with the ring and said happily, "Thank you, I like it very much. Put it on for me, my dear."
"I asked one of my brothers for this. He's an excellent craftsman." Laing carefully put the ring on Veronica's left ring finger. "You'll like it."
"Thank you, Laing. You're so nice." Veronica felt a little drunk as she felt the power of the ring. She closed her eyes, stood on her tiptoes, and pressed her cherry-red lips against Laing's.
On the deck of the galleon Pordro, where people came and went, everything vanished.
Only the salty sea breeze and the sound of waves crashing against the side of the ship were left.
The sea breeze blew across the blue sky.
After a long time.
"It's windy outside. Let's go in!"
"Okay!"
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