Hope left in a hurry. The peasants who were loading and unloading grain were also assigned other tasks by the steward. In front of the warehouse, there were only a dozen full carriages, a few guards and a thin figure carrying grain bags back and forth again and again.
One trip, two trips...
"Unlucky." After unloading the food on his back, Roy rubbed his shoulders that were sore from the rough and heavy bags. He was extremely depressed. "I thought that after leaving the academy, I wouldn't have to wear the training uniform of Professor Kameni.
I didn’t expect it, but the portion size didn’t decrease at all.”
In the sea of consciousness, the laughter of the ax spirit could be heard.
"Is it funny?" Roy had a stinky face and muttered as he walked towards the carriage outside the warehouse. There were more than a dozen carriages and dozens of tons of grain. If he didn't hurry up, he might not be able to finish unloading even in the dark.
"It seems that your guess is right," Sword Spirit's voice sounded in Roy's sea of consciousness, "There is someone behind the scenes directing these people to target you. You have to be careful."
"No matter how careful you are, it's useless as long as you're being targeted," Roy grinned, "I'm a thorn in the side of the Lanlith family. How could they be willing to take my life? Sooner or later, I'll have to settle old and new accounts with them.
"
Sword Spirit smiled slightly. What he just said was just a reminder.
No matter before or now, Roy is the most scheming and cunning boy he has ever seen among his peers. Coupled with this boy's weird personality and his unyielding temper, it's hard to deal with him.
It's better not to embarrass yourself if you use opportunistic tactics.
And now that Roy has discovered the strange things, and even seen something deeper and further through these strange things, it will not be so easy for Hope to deal with Roy.
Now Sword Spirit feels sad for that guy. With Roy's character of vengeance, will he end well?
"Did the Lanlithians really put their hands in it? Tell me, could it be that I guessed wrong?" Roy murmured to himself while carrying the food.
He didn't care if someone was really targeting him behind his back. What he cared more about was whether his speculation was correct.
If the speculation is true, then this matter is serious.
The battle ahead has reached its most dangerous moment. If something goes wrong in the rear, the consequences will be disastrous. By then, not to mention Archduke Adolf who is trapped in a tight siege, I am afraid that even Fano and even the entire Lulian will be involved!
You know, people like Xilin don't care about how many people will die.
As long as he can add insult to injury, remove Archduke Adolf, who is an obstacle to the Lanlith family taking over Saint Solan, and help the Lulian nobles board the Lanlith family ship. Even if everyone in Lulian dies, he can still
There won't be any guilt.
Although there is no concrete evidence to confirm my guess, the possibility is very high.
If left unchecked, then Adolf, Fano, the Twelfth Legion and Philip's Red Leaf Knights on the front line may face a shameless betrayal at the most critical moment.
The more he thought about it, the more Roy's heart sank.
The Longmen Theater in the west has been lost. Fei Lie's iron hooves are rolling southward, sweeping the southwest and threatening the imperial capital. In addition, the Prussian province, which has been captured by it and has a heavy stockpile of troops, hangs above its head like a steel knife. The situation of the empire,
It's really extremely dangerous.
If Lulian makes another mistake, his future father-in-law, who has been cornered by Prime Minister Donald and the major princes, may have no choice but to jump off the cliff.
No, you have to figure it out yourself!
Is Schilling really involved?
How many of Lulian's nobles have colluded with him, and to what extent has their cooperation reached?
More importantly, what is General Eugene's attitude in this!
This is the crux of the matter!
Taking advantage of walking into the warehouse, where the wall blocked the view of the warehouse manager and several guards, Roy took out a silent whistle from the space ring.
Hundreds of knights from the bandit army had already entered the military camp before him.
Most of the people were in the rabble army, and some people entered the front camp, the central camp, and the rear camp through various channels.
Although he didn't know where everyone was scattered, before setting off, Percy used a whole pigeon tree core to order a batch of earplugs and silent whistles and distributed them to everyone. At the same time, they agreed on contact information. As long as Roy blows the whistle, naturally
Someone will find a way to contact him.
As soon as he took the whistle in his mouth and before he could blow it, Roy suddenly heard a horn sound coming from outside.
He put away his whistle and stuck his head out.
I saw hundreds of soldiers rushing out of the barracks and towers. The officers were shouting loudly. Some people quickly lined up at the camp gate, while others rushed around to drive away the carriages blocking the road.
Remove the railings and clear away the messy items and weapons.
"What happened?" Next to the carriage, several horsemen who were gathered in a group looked at each other.
"Damn it, get the carriage out of the way."
With a roar, a small group of soldiers came over, led by Hope, who had left not long ago. He cursed and whipped the horsewhip in his hand on a groom who had no time to dodge.
"Quickly, get the car out of the way. Move it into the alley," Hope said quickly. "A bunch of damn idiots are gathering around and talking nonsense. The adults are going to come in for inspection soon. If we don't clear this place within five minutes,
Pack it up, I can't spare you!"
As he spoke, he kicked another groom.
"Get out of here!"
The grooms were frightened and scattered in a hurry, each going to catch his own carriage.
Humph. Hope snorted coldly, hurried away surrounded by his men, and went to inspect other places. He was so hurried that he didn't even have time to take a look at Roy who was among the grooms.
"Who is coming?"
"Who knows? It's not like when General Fano was here, one person has the final say. There are so many noble lords in the army, all of them are adults."
The carriage was dragged and pulled to a stop in the alley next to the warehouse. The grooms poked their heads in fear and talked among themselves.
After all the hustle and bustle, the originally messy rear camp actually became tidy. At the entrance of the camp, several commanders, deputy battalion commanders and quartermasters, all wearing neat and beautiful uniforms, were waiting there. And behind them,
Hermann, the captain of the guard, and the officers of the guard.
To everyone, these are usually high-ranking and rare people, but now, seeing the nervous expressions of these adults constantly arranging their clothes and rubbing their hands in circles, it seems that they are more nervous and embarrassed than when they see them.
It doesn't look much better.
Who on earth can make adults so nervous and concerned?
There was a sound of hoofbeats and wheels, coming from far away. A moment later, a convoy of luxury carriages bearing the crests of different families, escorted by dozens of knights, drove into the gate of the rear camp.
'It's General Eugene!'
'And Lady Joyce, Lord Ronning'
When the important people stepped off the carriage, everyone present couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.
Led by General Eugene and Mrs. Joyce, there are a total of seventeen nobles. They are all the great nobles and lords of Lulian. Each one of them is highly respected for their status. Unexpectedly, they came together today.
Roy stood in the crowd and his eyes fell on a middle-aged general at the front.
This was the first time he saw Eugene.
The current leader of Munich is about 40 or 50 years old, with short blond hair, a square face, and a high nose. A pair of blue eyes are deeply sunken, and his gaze is cold. His figure is not good.
Although he is tall, he looks very strong and strong. Like a piece of fine steel that has been tempered over time.
Even though he was just standing there quietly, he gave off a tiger-like aura. Roy had no doubt that if he met Eugene on the battlefield, ten of himself would not be his opponent.
Roy rolled his eyes, and another person attracted his attention.
It was a woman standing next to Eugene.
The woman is about thirty-seven or eighteen years old, with fair skin, dignified appearance, and graceful appearance. She has a pair of high-bulging phoenix eyes. She gives off a very powerful and charming feeling.
This person should be the Mrs. Joyce everyone calls her.
Looking at the positions of Mrs. Joyce and General Eugene, Roy's eyes narrowed slightly.
Things are starting to get interesting.
As we all know, after General Fano left, the military in Munich had only one leader, and that was General Eugene.
This is a military camp. In the military camp, Eugene has absolute authority, and everyone is under his leadership. According to the strict rules in the military, no one is qualified to stand next to him.
But now, Mrs. Joyce stood side by side with him. And the nobles behind her also stood behind Joyce intentionally or unintentionally. Only a few military generals followed Eugene closely. The two sides formed naturally.
There are two groups, clearly distinct from each other.
What does this mean?
Roy stepped back and blew the silent whistle.
A moment later, a thin man wearing a clerk's attire passed through the crowd silently and appeared next to him.
"Master."
"Check this woman," Roy said, looking at the charming Mrs. Joyce surrounded by nobles, "and see if there is any collusion between her and Schilling of Langrith recently."
"yes!"
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Under the guidance of the humble battalion commander and the fat chief quartermaster, Eugene and others walked to a nearby warehouse.
Soldiers had already driven away the idle people near the warehouse, opened the door of the warehouse, and revealed a pile of grain bags separated by wooden boards.
The western part of Lullian is rich in wheat, a dozen counties in the east are rich in corn and oats, and the northwest highlands are rich in rye. The army also mainly uses this.
As Archduke Adolf promulgated the war order, the harvests of each season were continuously shipped from all major territories. The water mill on the banks of the Hilley River and the magic pattern mill in the city continued to work day and night.
"General Eugene," Mrs. Joyce walked beside Eugene, her beautiful eyes moving, looking forward to the waves. Although she was forty-three years old, her voice still sounded sweet and sweet that belonged to a young woman, "Short
In just two months, the back camp has expanded to this size?"
Her steps were gentle and graceful, with an indescribable charm. She continued with a smile, "The last time I personally escorted supplies here, this place was less than one-third of its current size."
Mrs. Joyce's words caused a strange look to flash in the eyes of several generals behind Eugene, while some of the noble lords who followed had a reserved smile on their lips.
As we all know, more than a year of war has depleted Munich's resources. Especially now that the empire is attacked on three sides and the royal family is in a quagmire, more than half of the Lulian army's food and salary are provided by the major lords.
of.
It can be said that without the noble lords present, the current coalition would not exist at all.
Mrs. Joyce's words sounded like a casual sigh, but when chewed carefully, they were profound.
Eugene obviously heard the hidden meaning in the words. With a pair of sharp eyes like knives, he took a deep look at Mrs. Joyce and said in a calm tone, "This is all due to the strong support of you, Lord Wangshan, and all your lords."
, without your generosity and loyalty, Lulian wouldn’t be able to survive now.”
Hearing Eugene's words, the nobles present showed satisfied smiles on their faces.
However, Eugene changed his subject and continued, "Of course, Saint Solan has been a country for hundreds of years. Among the five principalities, the Principality of Lulian has always been famous for its freedom, wealth and the kindness of our respected grand dukes. As ministers, we enjoy wealth and honor.
The price is nothing more than a pledge of allegiance.”
He glanced at the noble lords whose faces were already a little stiff, and said with a smile, "Now, it is time for us to fulfill our oath. I believe that your contributions, the Grand Duke and all Lulians are obvious to all. No matter how picky you are,
People wouldn’t accuse us of being mean and unkind, right?”
The atmosphere suddenly became a little embarrassing.
The nobles forced a laugh and turned their attention to Mrs. Joyce.
Mrs. Joyce smiled slightly and said nothing. She only waved her fan gently, lowered her head and carefully inspected several untied grain bags, and walked forward.
The group stopped and walked, inspecting the granary, uniform and bedding workshops, blacksmith workshops, leather workshops, stables, and the inner camp where the transportation team and escort team were located. Finally, while passing through the inner camp playground, Mrs. Joyce suddenly
Stopped.
"By the way, Master Eugene," Joyce crossed his arms in front of his lower abdomen with a slightly apologetic smile, "The third batch of supplies that was supposed to arrive within three days may have to be delayed for a while."
As soon as Mrs. Joyce's words came out, everyone stopped. The expressions on the faces of the noble lords and officers varied.
Under Eugene's somewhat horrified gaze, Mrs. Joyce said, "You also know that in order to support the city of Munich, our major families almost spent all their money. The last batch of food and military expenses were all scrapped together.
Yes, this batch cannot be gathered together no matter what."
Facing Eugene's serious gaze, she said calmly: "However, I see that the back camp is so well prepared. I think if the next batch of supplies is delayed for a while, there should be no problem, right?"
The atmosphere solidified at this moment.
Eugene and the officers beside him were all pale-faced. The nobles and lords either lowered their heads to talk or looked into the distance without making eye contact with them.
"Mrs. Joyce, this is no time for joking," Eugene's face was as iron as steel. "Now the Justice is under heavy siege. General Fano led the army and the soldiers on the front line fought bloody battles. Within a week, the second batch of reinforcements arrived outside the city.
The troops are about to move out. Our enemies are also accumulating heavy troops."
He spoke every word and his voice was as solid as stone: "The war is imminent, and the current material preparations are simply not enough. If the logistics and food cannot keep up at the critical moment, the consequences will be disastrous."
"I understand what you said," Mrs. Joyce lowered her eyelashes, her expression unchanged, "This is exactly what I want to discuss with you, General Eugene."
As she spoke, she turned her head and made a gesture to the knights beside her.
The knights dispersed quickly, driving the people in the distance farther away, leaving an open space for the noble lords and generals in the playground.
Mrs. Joyce turned back and stared at Eugene: "To be honest, General Eugene. Based on your military wisdom, what are our chances of winning this battle?"
"I never do such meaningless things as pre-judge the outcome," Eugene frowned: "I only know that no war can guarantee victory. Facing an invading enemy, as a soldier,
We can only serve the country by fighting to the death. No matter what the odds of winning are, we have no retreat in this battle."
"So, General Eugene, you also admit that our chances of winning are not good." Mrs. Joyce said, "We cannot fight emotionally. It is true that the Grand Duke is surrounded by a heavy siege, and you and I are anxious, but we lose our minds and attack rashly.
Not only can’t we save the Grand Duke, I’m afraid the whole of Lullian will be involved!”
"What do you mean, Mrs. Joyce?" Eugene said solemnly with a cold look in his eyes, "Let the Grand Duke be defeated and die, and you and I stand by and watch?"
Faced with Eugene's fierce questioning, Mrs. Joyce showed no fear. She said calmly, "I'm just discussing the matter. If this is a trap set by the Phillies, then our attack will be to send the sheep into the tiger's mouth. Once defeated, the entire
Lulian will fall, and when that happens, what will you say, sir?"
"No one knows what the future will bring," Eugene said coldly. "I only know what kind of responsibilities I should fulfill now. No matter what the final result is, I have a clear conscience."
The two looked at each other for a long time, and then Mrs. Joyce said: "Same thing, I once told General Fano. If we can shrink our defenses, we can at least keep the front line of Meding City. As long as we still have troops in hand, no matter what,
Let the enemy have an opportunity to take advantage of it. We can take a long-term plan to rescue the Grand Duke."
She drooped her eyelids, "However, since General Fano and General Eugene have already made decisions, I certainly respect your opinions. But please understand, we have done our best to support Munich.
No matter how hard we squeeze it, it’s impossible to get this batch of supplies together within three days.”
As she spoke, she bowed slightly and led the people away without saying a word.
More than a dozen carriages, escorted by knights, quickly drove out of the gate of the back camp. After a period of noise, calm returned to the camp area.
Eugene clenched his fists for a long time before taking a deep breath and letting go. Standing next to him, Avery, the captain of the fifth battalion of the Knights of the Munich City Guard, looked angrily at the extremely luxurious cars.
The carriage left and he turned around and said: "Sir, they really have different intentions. If they let it go, I'm afraid..."
Eugene waved his hand gently and said, "I understand."
He walked back and forth a few steps, looked around, and sighed silently: "Although Mrs. Joyce's idea is very dangerous, fortunately, she can at least be honest. She has followed the Grand Duke for so many years, and she will not easily carry a burden on her back."
She has a reputation as a betrayer. No matter how much I try to persuade her, she will always change her mind."
"But sir," Avery said anxiously, "the news from the front is that General Fano has already fought with Phillie. If our rear is unstable and our food and grass are not available, the impact on the battle situation will be fatal. We only have a few days.
We don’t have time to persuade slowly!”
"What can that do?" Eugene glared at Avery, "In this coalition, whether it is troops or food and military expenses, Mrs. Joyce and the group of people standing next to her just now account for half.
If we act rashly, we may collapse first without waiting for the Feili people to come!"
"Sir," Avery gritted his teeth, "Although there are many of them, most of them are private soldiers who lack training. And our Munich City Guard still has one hundred knights, eight hundred cavalry and three thousand infantry at hand.
Including the lord who loves us, six thousand knight students and more than three thousand ragtag troops, we are no weaker than them! As long as you move quickly enough, cut through the mess with a sharp knife, and take down the leaders, the others will not be able to do anything.
wave!"
"No!" Eugene said coldly, "They didn't make it clear that they were rebelling, so we left without a name. Besides, although students from the three major training camps have already joined the camps, they are to resist foreign enemies. If there is an internal dispute, the academy will
Just watch without stopping? As for the mob army..."
Saying that, Eugene smiled bitterly, "Mrs. Joyce's group of nobles have invested more money in the ragtag army than we have. They have sent people to contact anyone with some strength in private. The conditions promised, Stone Man
If you look at it, you will be tempted. Just wait for the cycle to come and then switch to it."
Seeing that Avery and his subordinates were still waiting to talk, Eugene waved his hand and said, "Okay, if you have anything else to say, I'll talk to you after I visit Mrs. Joyce alone."
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Halfway up the hillside on the eastern outskirts of Munich, an ancient castle with an oriental Islamic charm stands quietly.
The carriage drove into the grassy front yard, bypassed the fountain, and stopped in front of the main building. The elegant and meticulous butler, wearing a black and red uniform, quickly walked down the steps and opened the door.
Mrs. Joyce got off the carriage without entering the door. She just stood there with a frown on her face, then turned and walked along the corridor toward the backyard.
"I heard that Madam, you almost broke up with Eugene today?"
In the backyard patio surrounded by the main building and the auxiliary building, several well-dressed nobles were chatting. Seeing Mrs. Joyce approaching, a middle-aged man standing under the green pergola turned around with a smile.
As he spoke, he saluted. It was none other than Xi Lin.
"Your Excellency, the information is quite good." Mrs. Joyce bit her lip, feeling a little uncomfortable with the diligent behavior of the nobles around her to please Xilin. However, on the surface, she was smiling, "I still
If you don’t come back, someone will report to you.”
"Don't be offended, madam," Xilin said with a smile. "In the future, Lulian, the family will have to rely on you, madam, to take charge of the overall situation. As for others, they can do small things like conveying news. It's just a matter of putting people to their best use. After all, some news has been known for a long time."
One minute gives you one more minute to deal with it.”
"So..." Mrs. Joyce did not comment on Xilin's vague promise. She gently lifted her skirt, sat down on a white chair, half-leaned on the back of the chair, and asked with a smile, "If I had known this,
In a few minutes, has Sir come up with any way to deal with it?"
As she said that, she picked up the black tea served by the butler. She lowered her eyes and said quietly, "General Eugene is not that easy to deal with."
Xilin stared at Mrs. Joyce with a reserved expression and waved gently.
Everyone on the side got up and left one after another knowingly.
"Eugene's refusal is expected." Schilling sat down at the other end of the tea table. "He is Adolf's confidant. He assists Fano in taking charge of the Munich City Guard and is deeply trusted. If he agrees to give up the rescue, we will do our best."
Defending Munich. That would be strange."
Mrs. Joyce drank tea and listened quietly.
"However, this does not affect anything," Xilin said. "Eugene's current military strength is only the more than 4,000 people left after Fano took away the main force of the Munich City Guard. Even if some other noble lords are added,
The troops I can control are only on par with you, madam."
As he said this, Xilin laughed and said, "As long as you don't nod, madam, even if Eugene pulls all his people out, what will it do?"
"What if General Eugene wants to force the troops to be sent out?" Mrs. Joyce put down the tea cup and raised her head, "In terms of status, he is the current commander of the coalition forces, holds real power, and has the right to be loyal to the Grand Duke."
Who dares to openly disobey orders?"
"Besides..." Mrs. Joyce frowned, her phoenix eyes showing a cold light, "There are many Lulian nobles who follow him. In the event of a conflict, we will not have the upper hand."
"But what if I can get everyone to side with you, madam?" Xilin said with a smile.
"Oh?" Mrs. Joyce raised her head in surprise, turned her beautiful eyes, and chuckled, "It seems that you have a clever plan."
"There's no clever plan," Xilin said. "I'm here just to give Madam a little more confidence."
He took out a piece of paper, handed it to Mrs. Joyce, and said calmly, "No matter how brilliant the plan is, it can't compare to absolute power. I think that after reading this list, Madam should understand your choice of the Langris family."
What a wise decision it was.”
Mrs. Joyce took the list from Schilling's hand, glanced at it, and then her eyes widened in surprise.
"This is……"
Xilin said proudly, "This is the list of knights sent by the family to assist us. All of them have arrived in Munich recently. With such power, is Madam still afraid that she will not be able to control the situation?"
As he spoke, he sneered, "Believe me, in less than three days, I will make most of the lords shut their mouths and see the situation clearly!"
Mrs. Joyce looked at the list in her hand.
One of the names caught her attention.
East Branch Dragon Claw Dana!
The Langris family is famous for the extraordinary talents of its members. Whether it is the direct line of patriarch Caesar, the genius dragon knight Augustus, or the four major branches that have been fixed since Caesar's great-grandfather, they are all
It is rich in war gods and magic gods, and geniuses emerge in endlessly from generation to generation.
For more than two hundred years, this family has experienced great expansion in almost every turmoil. Today, the Langris family already controls a country, with hundreds of thousands of armored men, and tentacles all over the Holy See and the top brass of the three empires.
Even the behemoth who controlled the royal court of Pompeii!
Among the Lanlith family's military forces, the family leader, Caesar, controls the Dragon Castle Knights and tens of thousands of cavalry. This is the core combat power of the Lanlith family, and it is also the principal force, and it will not be used easily.
In the past hundred years, people have not even heard of Caesar taking action.
Those who took action were the four major branches of the Langris family, the "southeast and northwest". The east branch was dragon claws, the west branch was dragon wings, the north branch was dragon teeth, and the south branch was dragon tail.
Among them, the West Branch Dragon Wing controls the air power of the Principality of Lanlith.
It is said that it has thousands of griffon knights and thunder eagle knights. It can attack any castle that is not protected by a magic defense array in an instant.
The North Branch Dragon Fang is the most elite knight corps of the Langris family besides the Dragon Castle Knights. A ten-man team of Dragon Fang Long Knights can defeat a large group of frontier knights head-on, and attack the city invincibly.
The South Branch Dragon Tail has always been mysterious. It is said to be a dark sword in the hands of the Lanlith people. Many closely protected important people died at the hands of the Dragon Tail assassins after offending the Lanlith family.
The East Branch Dragon Claw is Langli's secular power.
In the Dragon Claw family, three sword masters founded a sect with hundreds of disciples, and countless disciples and descendants, spread across every corner of the vast Redemption Continent.
This is Langris's clear shot, and it is also the most familiar power!
Throughout the history of the Redemption Continent, whether it is the era of the Roman Dynasty that dominated the world or the current era of the three great empires; whether it is in prosperous towns, well-guarded noble castles, or the capitals of major principalities and empires, those with dragon claws embroidered on their chests
It is not uncommon to see the marked dragon-clawed disciples entering the city in small groups, openly beheading their targets and then walking away.
To say he is domineering, nothing can be better than this!
And this time, the Langris family sent a total of forty knights. Among them, there were six dragon-claw swordsmen headed by the Great Bright Knight Dana. With such a force, if it were the most elite of Fano and Munich City Guards,
The main knights are still there, and they may still be able to compete. But when it comes to Eugene...
Mrs. Joyce's heart calmed down.
She is not afraid of Eugene in terms of the number of soldiers and cavalry in her hands. Whether it is the number of soldiers or cavalry or the equipment, she and the private soldiers of the nobles around her will never fall behind.
However, when the two armies are fighting, low-level soldiers are just filling up the numbers. Without high-level force that can suppress them, no matter how many soldiers there are, they are just a group of lambs to be slaughtered. Especially in limited small-scale conflicts.
Maybe a high-level knight can
Before this, this was what Mrs. Joyce was most worried about. But now, with this list in hand, everything is different.
Such a power, even if it is idle, can be used by the piece of paper in the hand to make the swaying and indecisive lords come over. At the same time, having such a power in hand also prevents Eugene from forcibly ordering an expedition.
Even the door to use force.
"Lord Schilling, you are indeed far-sighted." Mrs. Joyce stood up briskly, "Ruth admires her very much."
"Madam, you're welcome." Xilin said reservedly, but he couldn't hide a trace of pride at the corner of his mouth.
The two chatted relaxedly for a while.
With such strength as his backing, the subsequent moves don't need to take too much thought. As long as they are quick, accurate and ruthless, Eugene can't afford to fall into the waves.
During dinner, looking at Kevin, Xilin suddenly asked.
"By the way, Mrs. Joyce. I wonder how the boy named Roy is doing now?"
Under the gaze of everyone, Mrs. Joyce was temporarily absent-minded.
If Xilin hadn't mentioned it, she would have almost forgotten this insignificant first training camp student. Especially now, compared with what people like herself are going to do, and compared with Eugene standing in front of her, that boy is like a roadside
The garbage is generally worthless.
Mrs. Joyce couldn't understand why Xilin was still staring at Roy.
Maybe it was because of Princess Alessia. Although the rumor about canonizing the boy as a guardian knight sounded more like a joke, for a figure like Augustus, this was just unacceptable.
Mrs. Joyce laughed.
It seems that the possessive desire of men is common to all men. Even Augustus, who is madly loved by thousands of women in the mainland, is no exception.
She wiped her mouth gracefully with a napkin and said with a smile: "How dare I neglect Lord Xilin's instructions."
She turned to look at a lady wearing a purple dress at the other end of the dining table, and said with a smile, "But for the specific situation, you have to ask Count Natasha. The current captain of the logistics guard, Herman, but Natasha
Tasha's retainer, Roy, is in the escort."
"Oh?" Xilin and Kevin's eyes turned to the lady.
The noble lady looks younger than Mrs. Joyce, and has a pretty little face that many noble ladies envy. However, her cheekbones are slightly higher, which makes her look both gorgeous and mean.
When the topic turned to herself, Natasha's eyes flashed with surprise.
Facing the gazes of Xilin and Kevin, she stroked the hair beside her ears, with a respectful look on her face and a hint of pride, "How can that kind of untouchable deserve the attention of adults? I have already told Hull as instructed by the adults.
Man. Before Kevin challenges him, he will live a hellish life in the military camp..."... (To be continued...)