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On the Moroes Plains, the Sea God Knights had already landed. Duke Bodrick of Bordero led five hundred Sea God Knights and five hundred serfs to set up camp.
Normally, the Bordero Duchy's army would be much larger than this. However, this was a war in a foreign country after all. Although the nobles of Estalia were generally weak, they would still have objections if a large army was sent into their territory without a second thought.
In Laing's tent, the count himself had just left. Only the dark elf and Magus Garland were left. Veronica sat in front of the mirror, carefully putting on light makeup, lipstick, and jewelry. The dark elf, on the other hand, was already dressed. She sat on the simple camp bed, fiddling with the dagger in her hand. No one knew what she was thinking.
"Speaking of which, Lady Olica, you don't often go out on adventures with Laing, right?" Veronica said to the mirror. She looked at the dark elf on the camp bed through the mirror.
"I don't like to go out. If it wasn't for master's determination this time, I wouldn't have come out." The dark elf was still hostile to Veronica, or rather, Olica was hostile to everyone in Laing's backyard. Olica flipped the butterfly dagger in her hand and said in an indescribably strange tone, "Master's will belongs to him. As for what you think, it doesn't matter."
"Then what do you think is important?" Veronica retorted, "Since you obey master's will, why do you care what I think?"
"Because master said that he needs to listen to your opinions on certain issues." The dark elf said with some hesitation, "But I hate to listen to the orders of the weak, so I suggest that you don't order me around, witch. Otherwise, I don't know if I'll listen to master or let you have a taste of your own medicine."
"Let me have a taste of my medicine? Ms. Olica, are you confident that you can defeat me? " As expected, Veronica was dissatisfied with Olga's arrogance. She turned her head and said in a slightly angry tone, "Maybe we can find a chance?"
"I promised my master that I wouldn't fight you." The Dark Elf shook his head. "I can only tell you that even if I don't use my magic, I'll only need a few moves to defeat you. You won't have enough time to cast a spell."
"What if I use magic?" Veronica agreed with this point. Dark elves were adept at using daggers and hidden weapons in addition to casting spells. Spellcasters would have a hard time dealing with such people if they were unprepared. However, Olica was also a very powerful spellcaster, which made things difficult for her.
Unlike humans, elves were a race that could cast spells and fight at the same time. This was a racial talent that could not be envied.
"A normal Mana duel wouldn't be too difficult. Unfortunately, my Mana can only come from my master." Olica shook her head. The Dark Elf put on her white silk feet and stood up. "But before my Mana runs out, I'll be able to defeat you three times."
"You've always been hiding your strength. You've been by Laing's side for seven years. We've all treated you as a simple maid." Veronica knew that Laing didn't want his backyard to be on fire, and Garland also thought that it was meaningless for them to fight. She looked at the Dark Elf thoughtfully. "Is this your disguise? Or does Laing want you to be like this? "
"This has nothing to do with you. Since my master doesn't want us to fight, I won't take the initiative to do anything to you." The Dark Elf suddenly sighed. "Can you understand the feeling of living an empty and boring life for more than two hundred years and finally finding a direction in life?"
"You want me, a human, to understand the thoughts of you elves?" Veronica complained unceremoniously. She hung a pair of diamond earrings on her ears. "You're too much, aren't you?"
"Humans have always envied elves for their longevity," Olica said in a low voice. "But what they don't know is that elves are a cursed race. Since Asuryan created us, the Lord of the Phoenix decided that elves would not be allowed to live forever. Therefore, even though elves have a long lifespan, they will gradually grow old and die. Elves who are strong enough can avoid this rule and live longer, but Asuryan will curse them. These elves who are over a thousand years old have a long lifespan, but even if they don't die in battle or illness, they will gradually lose the feeling of being alive. Eventually, they will lose interest in everything and kill themselves."
"The gods of humans always try to protect their people, but the gods of elves are so harsh?" Veronica asked curiously. The witch's interest was aroused. "Can you tell me more?"
"In order to maintain the feeling of being alive, Asuryan, or the high elves, chose to immerse themselves in all kinds of aesthetics, art, and enjoyment. Duruqi, or the dark elves, chose to indulge their desires and let killing and physical passion maintain their feelings. As for Aisley, our cousins chose to become one with nature, using the power of the Oak of Time and the essence of the forest to maintain their longevity and vitality," Olica said somewhat indifferently. "Elves are afraid of death, but more afraid of losing the feeling of being alive."
"What about you?" Veronica continued to ask.
"My master expelled Asuryan's curse for me." There was a faint emotion in the dark elf's amber eyes. "His Psionic Wall not only helped me to block the gaze of perversion, but also helped me to expel Asuryan's curse. That is a curse that all elves, including the Witch King himself, have tried to get rid of, but no one has ever succeeded. But my master did it."
"No wonder, no wonder you are so loyal to Laing." Veronica finally understood.
The submission of a dark elf was far from simple on the surface. Olica eventually submitted and became Laing's maid because Laing himself was too special. If it were any other human, no matter how powerful they were, they would not be able to win the heart of this dark elf!
"Lady Olica." Veronica put down the makeup box and suddenly smiled.
"Yes?"
"I like Laing, and you like Laing too. In short, shouldn't we be on the same side?" Veronica said with a smile.
"… In theory, yes." Olica hesitated for a moment and finally agreed.
"Then it's fine."
… I am the dividing line of private conversation …
There was not much movement in Laing's small tent, and no one noticed it. At this time, many Sea God Knights and nobles were having a meeting in the big tent.
The Holy Grail Knight, Fedmond, arrived late because he had gone out to survey the terrain. He quickly walked into the big tent and saw that it was already full of Sea God Knights. The highest-ranking ones, Duke Bodrick and Count Glamorgan, sat opposite each other. Bodrick sat on the right, and Laing sat on the left. This showed that his noble status was second only to Duke Bodrick.
Seeing Fedmond enter, the deputy commander of the Sea God Knights, Sir Houlf, and Duke Bodrick's magic advisor took the initiative to give up a seat. Fedmond knew that this was his position. He was fourth in the big tent, higher than all the knights, but lower than Bodrick, Laing, and Sir Houlf.
"Feldmond, my son, you've done a great job this time." The fully armed Duke Bordero looked at his son sitting down with a joyful expression, which was rare for the usually serious and dignified Bodrick. "Not only did you successfully avoid making enemies with the local nobles, but you also opened up a new trade route for us. Well done."
The Holy Grail Knight heard his father's praise and felt rather strange. He quickly lowered his head and said, "This is all Sir Laing's diplomatic strength, not mine. Father, I will not steal other people's credit."
"But you did as he said. This is a great improvement." Duke Bodrick stroked his goatee and nodded in satisfaction. "Now do you understand the difference between a Holy Grail Knight guarding the land of the Goddess and a qualified lord ruling a territory?"
"Yes … Father." Fedmond lowered his head with some reluctance.
The father and son had many conflicts in internal affairs. Fedmond once felt that many of Bodrick's policies and methods of dealing with problems were not knightly enough. No wonder he had never become a Holy Grail Knight. But when he really saw how Laing dealt with problems, Fedmond could only reluctantly admit that there was a way to balance the two, but he was not good enough.
"Sir Laing, became a Holy Grail Knight nine years ago at the age of 24. Sir Kalad, just became a Holy Grail Knight at the age of 38. Fedmond, my son, you became a Holy Grail Knight at the age of 53. You have to learn more from these seniors. Don't know how to rule your own territory as a duke just because you have received the Lady's approval. You still have a lot to learn," Bodrick said solemnly.
"Fedmond learns very quickly." Laing nodded with a smile. "There is always a process. Protecting the land that the Lady has given us is the best devotion to her. Fedmond is your successor. He will inherit your title one day, so he can't protect the Lady's holy land like the other Holy Grail Knights."
"Sir Fedmond is very talented, my Duke. He is just not used to it. With an excellent teacher like Laing, it won't take too much time." Sir Houlf, the deputy commander of the Sea God Knights, quickly added, "It has only been two weeks, and it has made a big difference."
"Yes, this is why I asked you to lead him. The future belongs to you young people." Duke Bodrick also stopped talking. Seeing that the effect had been achieved, he stopped talking about Fedmond and motioned for the attendant to take out the map.
This meant that a military meeting was about to be held. All the knights sat upright and listened attentively.
We will be ambushing these rogue knights on the Moroes Plains. That is why I chose this place. Duke Bodrick pointed at a very good flat ground on the Moroes Plains. "The rogue knights plan to deliver the goods here, so we will ambush them here."
"But my Duke, if we do this, won't we give the rogue knights a very good terrain advantage? We will rush out of the forest, and the rogue knights will be able to easily charge at us as long as they line up in a good line. " A Sea God Knight raised an objection. He felt that giving away the terrain advantage like this was not a good idea.
"No, we need to do this." Duke Bodrick already had a plan. He pointed at the plain and said, "Everyone, do you know why the rogue knights discussed with the mercenaries of Estalia to deliver the goods here?"
"Because it is convenient and open." Fedmond took over the conversation. He carefully looked at the terrain and his eyes lit up. "Because it is convenient for the cavalry to move on a large scale. If anything happens, the rogue knights can retreat smoothly."
"That's right." Laing also nodded. He observed the terrain. "If the rogue knights want to escape at all costs, then we won't be able to wipe them all out and take back Poseidon's Trident. So we have to create a false impression and let these rogue knights have the illusion that this wave is very stable. They have only met a small group of knights who are searching for Poseidon's Trident, so they should take the initiative to attack."
"That's right. Under these circumstances, and with Magritte's Vanguard's insider information, we will have a chance to wipe out these rogue knights and take back my family's heirloom." Duke Bodrick nodded. "Fedmond, Houlf, you two lead thirty Sea God Knights to lure the enemy. When the enemy starts to charge, Laing and I will lead all the troops and immediately follow."
"Yes!" The military meeting ended.
The next day, early morning, Moroes Plains.
A group of about a hundred rogue knights and three hundred knight squires were fully armed. They rode on warhorses and slowly moved onto the plains in the early morning mist. The land here was flat and there was a very shallow stream. The nearby forest was sparse. Even though the early morning mist made it difficult to see, the leader of the rogue knights, Guilam du Chastillon, still felt smug.
After months of hard work, it was finally about to bear fruit.
Guilam was a Brittany and was once a knight of the Brittany Kingdom. He once had a proud past. Unfortunately, he committed crimes such as robbing caravans and molesting women everywhere. After the incident, Guilam was stripped of his knighthood and exiled on the orders of the Lake Goddess Witch Morgiana.
Every year, there were a few Brittany knights who were punished by Morgiana for major mistakes and misconduct. As the religious leader of the Knight King, the Lake Goddess Witch often supervised the actions of the knights. The most severe punishment was to be turned into a frog by Morgiana and be forced to eat insects for the rest of their lives. The only way to break Morgiana's curse was to be kissed by an underage girl.
Morgiana had hoped that Guilam would be able to redeem himself and reclaim his glory in the process of being exiled. However, Guilam chose to betray her after being secretly hired by the Estalian Merchant Alliance. He used up all his savings to gather a group of rogue knights and spent more than two months to break through the tombs of the Duke of Bordero's family and retrieve Neptune's Trident.
The Estalian Merchant Alliance offered him ten thousand Axelantes (equivalent to four thousand crowns).
Once he got the money, Guilam planned to form a new order of knights in Magritte. They would work as mercenaries, willing to sell their swords to anyone until they accumulated enough wealth and obtained a noble title.
The future is still bright, it's just that I won't be living in Brittania anymore, Gilam thought disdainfully. How could the guidance of the Lake Fairy be more important than his personal enjoyment? In Estalia, he could do whatever he wanted, and no one could stop him.
Ah, he was starting to miss women again. He remembered the farmer's family he broke into the night before. The farmer's eyes were wide open as he died, and the look on his daughter's face when Guilam pulled up her pants and pierced her stomach with a lance.
Today is the day of the delivery, Guilam Do Chastillon thought to himself. Not far away, the leader of Magritte's Vanguard was already waiting with a mercenary group of more than a thousand men equipped with a large number of firearms.
The leader of the mercenary group was called Rodrigo. He had a bald head and two tufts of stubble. When he saw the rogue knights appear, he gestured for the mercenaries to get ready for battle. He then said rather arrogantly, "Where's the item?"
Guilam frowned. The leader of the rogue knights raised his hand towards the knights under his command.
Two rogue knights carried a rectangular wooden chest, pulled the linen cloth aside, and opened it.
The Duke of Bordero's family heirloom, Neptune's Trident, lay quietly in the chest.
"Yes, it's Neptune's Trident." Rodrigo, the leader of Magritte's Vanguard, nodded. "Then we'll accept it."
"Wait! Where's the promised commission?! "Guilam instinctively became alert. He felt that something was wrong.
"The commission is right here." Rodrigo gestured for his subordinates to open three large chests filled with gold coins.
"Alright, let's begin …"
"Enemies have appeared!" As soon as he finished speaking, a rogue knight immediately realized that something was wrong. He shouted, "Leader! Enemies! It's the Neptune Knights! "
"How many enemies are there?"
"About thirty of them!"
"Good! Let's first defeat this group of Neptune Knights! "
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