Knight with Wand

". How do you feel?"

Returning the same way and leaving the small town on horseback, Ines looked at Agatha with a slight smile.

"What do you mean?" The female knight turned her head.

"Of course it's the people in the mansion. Also, after meeting them, what image do you have in your mind of the Lord Pendragon who you haven't met yet?" Ines smiled sideways.

Agatha frowned slightly when she heard this, raised her hand and pinched her chin to think carefully for a while, and said the deep impression she had from the beginning.

"That Miss Olivia just now. She made me feel very dangerous. Maybe you find it hard to believe, but that child is extraordinary in martial arts."

"Dangerous? Are you serious?" Ines blinked unexpectedly.

"Well, Your Highness, I also find it incredible. She is a girl with a similar physique to you, but she gives me the feeling of facing Sir Cailan."

"That lady. Can she have the martial arts of Sir Cailan?"

"I dare not make a rash judgment without fighting, but the feeling of standing in front of her is no different from facing a 'ferocious beast'." Agatha said seriously.

She said so, but she knew that in fact, even if she faced a lion or a tiger with bare hands, she would not have such a premonition of danger.

"There are not many warriors who can be evaluated by you like this. Miss Olivia actually has such a skill. It's interesting. No wonder you have been frowning since you entered the room." Ines suddenly realized.

Her eyesight in this area is definitely not as accurate as those of martial artists. She originally thought that Miss Olivia was interested in practicing swordsmanship for self-defense.

But being compared with Sir Cailan by Agatha is not the level of ordinary noble girls playing and gesturing.

This small village in the valley is really full of hidden talents.

"What do you think of Knight Leon now?" Ines remembered the girl with the sword in her mind and asked.

"Knight Leon."

Recalling the people she had just seen in the house, she looked up and answered seriously: "I think he is probably a very lustful person."

Ines was stunned for a moment. The next moment, she closed her fan and covered her lips, pressed her abdomen and giggled on the horse's back, and couldn't help but lose her image: "Hehe~haha you~hehehe"

Hearing such an answer, even Ines's patience couldn't help but tremble with joy.

Agatha was embarrassed by the little princess's reaction and scratched her cheek: "Sorry, Your Highness, I'm not very smart. Maybe I misunderstood that gentleman."

Ines shook her head.

She suddenly unfolded her small folding fan and fanned herself who was laughing hot.

The serious female warrior suddenly changed from being serious just now to speculating on others like this, which really made people laugh.

"You, I'm afraid you're right. Perhaps this knight is indeed a very lustful person." Innes did not deny Agatha's first impression.

Including Miss Olivia, the beautiful housekeeper who greeted them after entering the house, and several elegant maids with extraordinary looks and obviously noble origins. Even the blond male servant who passed by was so handsome that Innes unexpectedly took a second look.

In the small house, there were so many beauties gathered around all day, which made Agatha feel that the other party was "lustful".

But this is not a shortcoming. How many princes, nobles, heroes and heroes in the world are not lustful?

"Apart from lust, is there anything else?" Innes asked further.

"He must be very popular. The people here are willing to talk about and praise him, instead of avoiding the lord. The servants in the mansion, regardless of age, look and behave calmly, as if they are staying at home, without the nervous and cautious attitude of ordinary servants." Agatha endured the embarrassment and continued to talk about the impression she felt through the people around him.

". He should be a kind and generous lord." The female knight simply concluded.

Ines nodded with satisfaction: "A knight who treats his subjects well, is kind and respected, and has extraordinary bravery on the battlefield.

From the huge claw marks in the yard, the rumor of taming griffins is probably true.

Such an excellent person, if he only has the flaw of liking beauty, it is not a flaw worth mentioning. If there is no time to delay, I can't wait to meet him in person."

Ines tapped her left hand with her folding fan, thinking that she would ask Grandpa Trosa about the origin of this little knight after meeting him.

Lustful? It's good if it's true, and it would be better if he also loves money. If he is a perfect knight with talent and impeccable character, it would be troublesome to win him over.

The walk that was inspired on the spur of the moment was very rewarding, and Ines was in a good mood.

Just as they were on the road back to the marching town, the two saw from a distance that more than a dozen knights in dark blue robes were riding horses and rushing over.

The nervous Sea Eagle Knights galloped to escort the princess, and then they breathed a sigh of relief.

Wearing a large and wide full-body armor, the round-faced Ackerman, the son of the Duke of Wester, came over with a bitter face and complained in a low voice: "Your Highness! Ancestor! This is not in Xiwan County and the King's Territory. You don't even say hello when you go anywhere. If you disappear like this on the front line, I will be scared sick."

"If I had said hello in advance, wouldn't that guy have followed me again?" Ines put away the fan, rode past Ackerman, shook the handle of the fan and comforted him: "Besides, how could I be so inconsiderate after going to the south? Now I am only in the kingdom, and Agatha is also here. How many people can hurt me?"

Agatha, who was standing by, felt a little ashamed. She was touched by the trust of His Highness. If it was in the past, she would have the confidence to protect her master under the Grand Knight.

But just now, she unexpectedly found a strong swordsman who she had never heard of in this countryside. She was a little unsure at this moment.

But of course she would not say anything to ruin His Highness's stage. After all, this was an accident. She could find a nameless strong female swordsman by just strolling around the countryside near the camp. Her luck was too "good".

"No one dared to hurt you, but someone dared to hurt me. That bastard Aolade came to me and tried his best to make trouble. I became his punching bag when he couldn't see you."

Ackerman squeezed the horse's belly and followed the princess's mount. On his chubby face, he couldn't help but squeeze out some indignation and grievance towards Aolade.

"What do you think I am hiding from when I came out for a walk?" Ines glanced at this natural punching bag.

"Aolade is the son of the Duke, and you are also the son of the Duke. Why are you afraid of him?"

"Look at what you said. I am a cultured person. The barbarians from the East Territory have grown muscles into their brains. They always use the excuse of sparring to beat me. I am his sandbag, how can I not be afraid?" Ackerman smiled bitterly.

He took out a handkerchief from under his battle robe and wiped his forehead. After wearing heavy armor for a while, he was sweating. With such physical strength, he was "competing" with the son of Duke Roman. Isn't it asking for trouble?

Ines looked at the other party's cowardly appearance and sighed in her heart.

I never thought that a conversation with my brother in the capital not long ago would cause the current "trouble".

She still remembered her ridiculous mood when the eldest son of Duke Roman came to Xiwan County to visit her with a mighty team.

Although I understand my brother's good intentions.

But when she thought of the enthusiastic eyes of the eldest son of the Grand Duke of the East, Ines couldn't help but feel like she wanted to beat her brother with a stick together with her father.

It's really a pot that doesn't open, and it's obvious that Duke Roman allowed his eldest son to visit him so openly, and he must have accepted the invitation of his brother.

Whenever she thought of this, Ines regretted that she was not her father's eldest son. If her brother was the eldest son, it might be more suitable to be an innocent little princess.

Looking at Ackerman on the side, the girl's heart became colder.

When she first went to the West and had no contact, she still had a minimum expectation for this little fat boy.

Unfortunately, after a few years, she realized the mood of her father, Duke of West, and completely gave up any fantasy about this fat boy.

It's hard to say whether the Duke will really make up his mind to transfer his power to other second sons in the future.

By then, I'm afraid that this little fat guy would really be happy to give up the duke's throne, happily become an Earl of Anle, and live a shameless and absurd life with those little male servants around him.

But at that point, my father would definitely use me and this little fat guy to force a fight and make a fuss about Ackerman's inheritance rights.

In her heart, Ines felt a headache for the future for many times.

She had to take care of her own destiny and the destiny of the kingdom. The power she had managed in just a few years was far from enough. She was still a delicate chess piece and could not sit in front of her father's desk.

The Sea Eagle Knights, which was established not long ago, were still immature, and countless young knights who had no chance in the west were eager to make achievements.

Sufficient land, population, wealth, and troops were all things that staying in Xiwan County could not give them.

This southern expedition was really a godsend opportunity.

The Farolis family had already occupied the county east of the forest.

The Gunnar family and the Greyshirt Valley lords who followed General Trosa were next to Glade County and were sharing the land to the west.

Ines thought of the territory that the army was advancing to at the moment in General Trosa's letter, and analyzed the direction that was worth her army's involvement.

The coastline of the Western Continent flashed through her mind, and a hazy idea became clearer and clearer.

Until she entered the camp of the marching town and saw the enthusiastic and attentive handsome face of the son of the Duke of the East, Ines frowned slightly, broke away from her thoughts, and put on her usual smile.

In the evening, Leon and Lohak returned to the mansion with drunken Azerien.

Olivia, who came to greet them, was startled by the smell. She couldn't help but stop and pinch her nose, and asked in a muffled voice: "What kind of wine did you drink? Why is it so strong?"

Leon called little Lina to boil water, handed Azerien to the servants to help her back to the room, and smiled bitterly at the girl: "I don't know what kind of strong wine Count Rahman brought with the army. I heard it is a specialty of Norsnia. Azerien was drunk after two cups, and Lohak and I drank enough."

As he said, Leon was a little emotional. He thought he was used to drinking in this life, but now it seems that he is just used to the usual low-alcohol wheat juice and fruit wine. Although his current physique will not make him drunk, he still can't stand the strong smell of alcohol.

It's just that the earl's hospitality is hard to refuse, and he must drink it. This is a different world, and there is still a drinking culture, which is really a headache.

Fortunately, apart from the strong liquor, which really displeased him, the banquet was a great success, and he also received the unexpected thank-you gift. Lady Adelina's father was a bold and straightforward old nobleman. Although he was a little rude, he was not arrogant. He ate meat and drank wine with big mouthfuls, and it was easy to get along with him after getting to know him.

The protagonists of the banquet were the count and his daughter. In addition to telling them about the danger of his wife's assassination, Leon only had to eat and drink throughout the whole process.

Of course, this description naturally omits many details that are not necessary to be told. Some things are better buried in the bellies of him and Marcelo Knight.

After settling the drunk Azarian, Leon learned from Olivia and Ms. Elena that there were other distinguished guests visiting today.

After washing up and using the wind of magic to dispel the disgusting smell of alcohol, Leon climbed into bed and asked Olivia: "General Trossa's niece? Did you come directly to the door? Why didn't you tell me any news in advance? ?”

According to the rules of dealings between nobles, it is rare for a girl to visit without notice, and she is still a rich girl.

"Well, I heard that she led the army south to support Count Trossa and passed through Selva. She looks a little younger than me, but she can actually lead the army. It's really amazing." Olivia murmured.

Leon was noncommittal. If he was indeed younger than his lover, he should be really capable. Otherwise, Count Trossa would not allow a little girl to play with the army. No ridiculous noble family would pamper their daughter like this. , let alone a battle-hardened general of the kingdom.

"If you want to say you're powerful, aren't you stronger?" Leon said with a smile.

"Me? But I can only fight among people and don't know how to lead an army." Olivia shook her head.

"No one is born with this skill. I learned from your father. I didn't know it before, but now I am somewhat confident in leading an army to march and fight."

After speaking, Leon rubbed his lover's hair and joked: "You are so smart, you can become the 'Female Bard' of the Flooded Seventh Army in the future to shock Orland~"

"You still have the nerve to mention Knight Bader~!"

Unexpectedly, Olivia turned over, angrily sat on Leon, pinched her lover's cheek: "Hurry up and re-write that story, as promised."

Not long ago, after hearing about Prime Minister West's star falling in Wuzhangyuan, the girl suffered a series of mental blows. She couldn't eat for several days, and she was so sad and depressed that she lost her energy to play swordsmanship.

She was completely uninterested in the story of the Three Kingdoms that followed. It seemed that for her, the story had ended when her beloved heroes passed away one by one.

"Spare me, it's not that easy, let me think more." Leon begged for mercy again and again in a vague voice as he endured the girl's vigorous kneading.

He is not at the level of Luo Guanzhong, and he has never written a novel in his previous life. Re-editing the Three Kingdoms is not an easy task.

After playing around for a while, the sleepy Olivia let out a cute yawn, then lay on Leon and closed her eyes. While looking forward to hearing the heroic stories that changed her destiny in the future, she murmured in her sleep:

"I am the loyal Bard Knight, Rohark is the black-faced Strong, and Corvis is the white-horsed and silver-gunned Stellion~. My father is the old and strong Sir Shute. Well, Azerion. Is Zareen the dedicated Prime Minister of West?"

"Then I am the generous and kind-hearted Verti?" Leon Tian interjected shamelessly.

"Humph, you are the treacherous and cunning Majors~" Olivia trembled with her eyelashes slightly trembling.