Chapter 589, The Principality of Carcassonne

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In the end, Ryan and Sylvia still didn't get to see the clown artist perform.

Because it took only a few steps, the head maid suddenly squatted down again like an electric shock: "Oh!"

"Sylvie, what's the matter? You again?" Ryan hurried to the head maid and squatted down again.

"That dark elf must be...well!" Sylvia only felt that her heart was completely filled with anger and shyness. Ryan helped her temporarily lift the curse just now, and it must be that dark elf was casting spells again !

"Can you stand up? Sylvie?" Ryan thought that I must give a big compliment when I go back... Cough cough, criticize Olika severely, this is too messy!

"Damn...Damn it! Why is a woman's body so...so disobedient~" Sylvia gritted her teeth and wanted to stand up, but she couldn't control herself.

Seeing this, Ryan simply hugged the head maid by the waist, hugged a princess in his arms, and said with a wry smile: "Forget it, we can't go to the show if you're like this, come on, I'll hug you, but now it's the city center , we can't find a hidden place, so let's go back to the bar first?"

"Ah!" Sylvia screamed, and the head maid was still hugged by Ryan. She grabbed the clothes on Ryan's chest in a rare and weak way: "I can only... do it again... please."

"Well." Ryan picked up Sylvia and returned to the holy grail praise.

Fifteen minutes later.

Ryan hugged the maid who was already shameless and covered her face with her hands like a princess. The Duke's face hurt a little, and he said softly, "I'll take you back, Sylvie."

Sylvia actually felt that her life was gloomy. She felt that her dignity, her glory and her personality had been torn apart in front of Ryan. The head maid was so ashamed that she didn't dare to move, she could only nod silently , she didn't even dare to confirm whether Ryan had noticed.

But Ryan still noticed that the Duke hugged Sylvia to make her lean more comfortably: "It's okay, I'll let Olika undo the curse when I go back. Unfortunately, we didn't see it as a performance today."

"..." Sylvia felt as if her face was being burned by flames, and she couldn't say a word. In fact, the head maid felt a little regretful. The agreed date ended so soon, and she was beaten halfway. It broke once, but all her pride and courage have been completely exhausted, and all she can do at this moment is to cover her face with her hands.

"Next time we have a chance, let's go out on a date, okay?" Ryan thought for a long time, and decided to ask directly. Maybe this is very abrupt, but it is more straightforward. I don't know how much work it will take to ask her out.

The maid's face was red, facing such a bold direct invitation, Sylvia's heart was in chaos.

Promise, I feel that I am too frivolous and shameless, but I am Mrs. Suria's maid, the head maid of the castle! How can Ryan ask out casually!

But it doesn't seem to work if you don't agree. Ryan is the master after all, and he even agreed to take back his father. What if he suddenly regrets rejecting Ryan at this time? She promised Ryan to repay him!

In the end, Sylvia nodded indistinctly, she was extremely shy: "Well, we have to find a suitable time..."

"Then, it's decided!"

"One word... is settled."

After returning to the castle, Ryan sent Sylvia to Suria. Noticing Suria's half-smile eyes, the head maid was so ashamed and angry that she almost fainted on the spot.

Suria leaned against the head of the bed, her long golden curly hair hanging down like a waterfall. She said a few words to Ryan, said good night to her husband and asked for a good night kiss, and then focused on lying on the bed Sylvia on the bed: "Get up, Sylvie, Ryan is gone."

"Uh~ miss, I'm sorry~" the head maid buried her head in the quilt,

A dull crying sound came from inside: "I..."

"Hehehe, it's okay, Sylvie." Suria had a big belly and was inconvenient to move, so she had to reach out and hold Sylvia's hand: "I'm very happy that you can go out with Ryan, I know, You have always had a problem with Ryan because we went to the tower for our honeymoon immediately after we got married, and left you alone, and then after the honeymoon, Ryan didn't move towards you for a long time, right? "

The head maid did not answer.

"I said that one day you will become Ryan's female courtier." Suria held Sylvia's hand, and the female knight's voice was gentle and watery: "I don't want you to leave me either, Sylvie, I'm glad you and Ryan are doing this, misunderstandings and misunderstandings always need to be untangled."

"Miss……"

at the same time.

Ryan returned to the bedroom, he just sat down, before he had time to say anything, a pair of tender jade arms hugged his neck from behind, and the dark elf said in Ryan's ear: "How about it, master, do you like it? "

"Olika!" Ryan said with some complaints: "How could you do such an excessive thing to Sylvie?"

"It's pretty good that I didn't cut off her limbs." The dark elf's waist-deep black hair exuded a faint fragrance, and she rubbed her face against Ryan's neck with some fascination: "Master, you can take advantage of this Is there a chance to take down that serious and arrogant head maid?"

"It's not that simple." Ryan smiled wryly and shook his head: "You know Sylvie's character best."

"Master, I'm creating an opportunity for you!" Olika said triumphantly, and she whispered: "That head maid knows too many secrets, you can't let her go anyway, you must take her down , the secret of this castle cannot be known to outsiders."

"Well." Ryan still has no objection to this. Indeed, Sylvia knows too many secrets.

"Master~ I haven't been able to take down the head maid, have I accumulated a lot?" The dark elf turned around and slipped into Ryan's arms. She smiled wickedly: "Do you want me to help you?"

"You bastard!" Ryan picked up his promoted maid and put it on his lap, and kissed lightly: "Don't think about turning your back on the customer!"

………I am the dividing line that must be taken down………

Old World, Britannia, Duchy of Carcassonne.

After spending a lot of time recruiting new troops in Tyrell, Fulgrim felt that the time was almost up, so he left Pedro Alvaredo, the first company commander of the Ash Legion, and Felix, Mrs. Kesler, to continue in Tyrell. Er recruited a new army, and he led a small group of more than three hundred, a small number of elite swordsmen and foot knights from the Ash Legion, a small number of Kislev hussars, and a group of Arabian guards from the golden mage. An elite army is preparing to rush to Brittania.

Also accompanying her were Ingrid the Norscan, Happy the halfling, and Angron, Fulgrim's brother.

Seeing that the situation in Tyrell was so bad, the female barbarian gave up looking for a job in Tyrell. Out of habitual barbarian worship of the strong, Ingrid asked Fulgrim if she needed to hire her. With an indifferent attitude towards this, he hired this female barbarian.

This group of people seemed to be small in number, and they were also escorting a lot of goods. They aroused the covetousness of many robbers along the way. They chose to cross the Black Mountains directly. This road was occupied by greenskins, beastmen, and various human robbers. It's not safe, especially recently the Broken Nose Tribe is wreaking havoc in the western part of the Black Mountain Range. When Fulgen decided to take a shortcut to the Black Mountain Range, the halfling Harpy strongly advised against it. The situation on this mountain road is too complicated. Fulgan's decision made him sweat.

But after this army crossed the Black Mountains, not only did their goods not decrease, but they added more than a dozen vehicles.

The action of crossing the Black Mountains not only did not cause any material losses, on the contrary, it raised more military funds for the Legion of Ashes.

"Almost, if you climb over this mountain again, you will see the national border of Brittany on the opposite side." A five-meter-tall troll crashed to the ground, its head was split in half, and its entire body was crushed from top to bottom. Completely cut into several sections, it made the last sound of its life, and fell directly from the cliff, startling countless flying birds.

Angron put his beloved pair of artifacts, vibrating gold battleaxes, behind him. He pointed to the stone tablet not far away: "Fulgan, look, there is the National Boundary Monument, and the Principality of Carcassonne is on the opposite side."

In summer, the weather is hot, the sun is shining brightly, the clear sky is cloudless, and it is located on the rugged mountain road of the Black Mountains. Fulgen looked around, and when he turned over this mountain, the Duchy of Carcassonne was opposite. All eyes can see a flock of sheep grazing on the alpine meadow driven by the shepherd.

"It seems that we are almost there. There is a shepherd there. That is the Carcassonne shepherd you mentioned on the road?" Fulgan's long silver hair fluttered in the mountains. He leaned on the power sword Glory and looked into the distance, thinking Endless pride arose.

For ten thousand years, what was lost, he would find back bit by bit.

"Yes, Carcassonne shepherds." Angron laughed loudly: "These shepherds are the first line of defense for the Principality of Carcassonne to guard against various invasions. When they encounter an invasion, they will immediately report to the nearby castle. The knights, especially the castle of Carcassonne, where Duke Hubald sits, brother, I wonder if you have heard the story about the arrival of the green skins? Carcassonne is a famous fable."

"Tell me?" Fulgrim asked with interest.

"Once upon a time, there was a young shepherd who was ordered to graze sheep on a mountain plateau. Because the days were boring, he liked to lie about the situation. One day, when he was bored, he shouted on the mountain: 'The greenskins are here. !The greenskins are coming!'”

"As a result, the nearby serfs immediately took out their weapons and came to the front line out of breath, but they didn't even see the shadow of the green skin. The shepherd lied that he saw it wrong, and the serfs could only leave angrily."

"The second time, the young shepherd shouted again that the green skins were coming, and the kind serfs rushed to the plateau to fight the green skins again, but they didn't see the green skins again. The shepherd lied that the green skins had run away, and the serfs Feeling very angry."

"After a few days, the greenskins really came. They rushed into the flock to eat the mutton and killed them everywhere. The shepherd was terrified, and he desperately shouted to the nearby villages, 'The greenskins are here! The greenskins are here! It's coming! The green skins are really coming'!"

After hearing this, Fulgan continued speechlessly: "At this moment, no one will believe him, right?"

"No, the master knights are here this time. The knights of the Principality of Carcassonne formed a large cavalry formation and completely annihilated this group of wandering green skins." Angron continued: "By the way, he also executed this man on the spot. The shepherd, the reason is that he shouted and started rumors and has been reported to the Duke, Carcassonne does not allow anyone to make rumors and spread rumors, and will never let down his vigilance at any time."

"..." Fulgan thought to himself that this fable was a bit blackened and took a sharp turn here, but as wise as Fulgrim, he immediately heard a lot of information in this fable.

First of all, this fable shows that the entire principality has been attacked by various forces all year round, causing all residents to be on high alert.

Secondly, this fable shows that the entire principality has formed a deep defense system with shepherds as the first line of defense, serf villages as the second line, and nearby castles as the third line of defense. Obviously, this was not established in a short period of time.

In the end, judging from the tone of the knights, the entire principality is governed by high-handed rule and speech control.

Thinking of it this way, Fulgan knew it in his heart, and he raised the corner of his mouth slightly, with a solemn face: "Angron, where is the castle of Carcassonne?"

"Passing the plateau in front is Carcassonne Castle. The castle is very large. It is divided into inner and outer walls and the main castle. It has a population of about 30,000. It was located in the south of the Britannia colony when the high elves colonized the old world. The castle is mainly used to defend against all possible invasions near the entire Black Mountains. After the elves retreated, the Bretons took over here. Since the founding of the Knight Kingdom, it has been regarded as the gateway to the south of Brittania. and strategic strongholds." Angron went on to introduce.

"For thousands of years, this principality has blocked endless attacks. The people here have endured endless wars forever. They are also proud of being able to prevent Britannia from being frequently troubled by green skins. This principality usually They seldom participate in the internal affairs of the Knight Kingdom, and most Knight Kings believe that as long as the Carcassonnes can resist the threat from the south, they have fulfilled their obligations." Angron continued: "So, this principality has been replaced by the Knights. From serfs, almost everyone has received military training, because when encountering a large-scale invasion of greenskins, beastmen, or Tyrells, all residents will take up arms and fight to defend the frontiers of the kingdom .”

"The life of the people here must be very hard." Fulgan thought thoughtfully.

"In recent years, the situation has been much better. First of all, Ryan's territory has become rich and even the nearby Duchy of Wenford and Bordello have become rich, so the nearby knights are more inclined to come to Kaka Cassonne guards the frontier together, besides, the sheep here are starting to sell, because the free folk have money to eat mutton, so there is a broad market for Carcassonne meat with well-developed animal husbandry." Angron yelled: "Of course, I still like to eat my own mutton, which tastes better."

"Heh~" Fulgrim thought to himself that this is what you are promising, and the Primarch, the Emperor's Son, didn't say anything more. He signaled the army to speed up, cross the mountains, and spend the night at the Castle of Carcassonne as much as possible.

Looking at the map, Fulgan thought that the castle of Carcassonne was indeed very close to the Black Mountains. It seemed that no matter how he attacked, he had to conquer this castle before continuing north until it threatened the entire territory of Brittany.

So that's the case, is the Duke guarding the gate of the country?

The army speeded up and crossed the black mountains. Finally, they entered the border of Brittania. On the endless alpine meadow, Fulgrim rode a pure-blood elf horse, and Angron played a hippogryph.

If nothing else, they will soon arrive at the castle of Carcassonne.

But as they gradually made their way down the mountainside of the alpine meadow, preparing for the passage to the castle, they noticed something was wrong.

At the foot of the hill, smoke from burning villages billowed through the treetops, and the river, smelling of roasted meat and grain, glowed red with the blood of the dead.

Hundreds of beastmen are ravaging the land inhabited by humans. A group of Minotaurs slaughtered the villagers with axes. The corpses of a woman and two children were torn apart by sharp teeth and claws. The rest of the villagers hid in The village's Temple of the Fairy in the Lake, ready for the final resistance.

Crying, screaming, and roaring can be heard endlessly.

"It's the Beastman!" Fulgrim's face changed slightly, he raised his sword, and his tone was filled with anger: "Get ready to fight, my soldiers! Let's tear these twisted Chaos bastards apart!"

"yes!"

An encounter is imminent.