The Valen family camp, in a large tent in the center, is a flamboyantly dressed Giber studying the topographical map on the table.

At this time, one of the guards opened the tent and ran in, and reported with a nervous face: "My lord, the queen and the knights have run away, and the people in charge of the guards, although they are not dead, have all been beaten unconscious, and some of them have been wounded. ”

Giber took his eyes off the map, raised his head and frowned, "Did you run away?" I know, you take my token and find a team, so that they can catch the queen back as soon as possible, and don't let Roman or the emir take advantage of it." ”

He took a token from his bosom and threw it over, then lowered his head and continued to study the terrain near the royal capital.

The royal capital is on the low side, so it is relatively easy to fight. But the terrain of the palace is high enough, if the Farrell family chooses to abandon the outer city and borrow the walls of the palace as a backing, it will be very difficult to fight, but it is not impossible, if it can ......

"Huh, why haven't you left yet?"

Giber noticed that the guard did not go out with the token, but stood there in a cold sweat, and his face was about to speak.

"If you have something to say, just say it. ”

"My lord, there is an abnormality in the barracks of the two marquises, and an honorary baron has come to report that the queen has subdued most of the minor nobles, and it is said that the two marquises are also on her side......"

"What!" Gilbert stood up suddenly, and the chair behind him was brought straight to the ground.

"Impossible! Why would the two of them listen to her? Also, she had just run out, how could she have subdued the wall grass so quickly?"

"My lord, this news should be true, and ...... The queen didn't just run away......"

"When was that?" said Giber's face was full of exasperation, these guys were getting more and more wasteful, and they couldn't even look at a group of unarmed people!

They said...... It was yesterday evening......"

"Bastard!" Jiber burst out of the ground with an earthy yellow flame, and the tables and chairs behind him exploded in an instant, and the tent was littered with flying pieces of wood.

"Why did you report what you ran away yesterday today?"

"My lord, they were all knocked unconscious, and people woke up one after another this morning......"

"Rubbish! it's all rubbish!" said Gibb angrily, "I just sent dozens of pigs to watch the queen, and I could scream twice before I was slaughtered!

The guard was poured with a spit on his face, bearing Jiber's ****, and said in a low voice after he calmed down a little:

"Yesterday evening, Madame, she went over there......"

Giber's face froze, and then he became furious.

He removed the sword hanging from the tent, pushed the guard out of the tent, and rushed towards a slightly smaller red tent in the distance, and with a sword he slashed the doorpost that supported the tent in two.

"You damn stupid woman, don't I dare kill you?"

The tent, which had lost its doorpost, fell in half, and a scream of rage came from under the big red tarpaulin.

"Giber, you old thing, are you crazy, what are you doing to me in the morning?"

A piercing crack sounded, and the marquise, with her hair scattered, ripped off her heavy tarpaulin and rushed out wrapped in a blanket.

A pair of snow-white arms were exposed, and the enviable figure was undoubtedly revealed, and the blanket on the body was supported by two huge objects that were about to come out, so that it barely fell.

Jiber glared, and without saying a word, he swung his sword and slashed over, and with the blessing of the earthy yellow flame, this sword directly tore apart the collapsed camp tent completely.

"Don't you know what you've done? You let that woman go, why should I sit in that position?"

The Marquise pursed her lips, and her white fist met it, and she stubbornly chiseled away the terrifying sword.

"Waste, if you want to be a big chief, you have to rely on your fists!

Giber was furious with this nonsense.

"You fool! This is Fran! Not your blood-drinking steppe, are you your great chief as the king of Fran?

"Hehe, after all, it's not your waste, if you can subdue everyone who opposes you, then someone will dare to rob you of the broken chair?"

"I'm too lazy to tell you!" Girber snarls in exasperation, "you ...... What are you?"

A hairy arm stretched out from the fragments of the tent, and after two hard pulls, a bare-ass man emerged from under the tarpaulin, who had disappeared all night.

He teared off a piece of cloth and wrapped it around his waist, blocking his vital point. After glancing at Giber in shame, he turned around and ran away without saying a word. However, a breeze blew, and the bearded cousin was hugged back.

"Don't, let go of me, ah~"

The Marquise, who was half a head taller than him, smiled proudly, and lowered her head to smack Hans in the face of the struggling Hans, leaving a red and bright mark, and there were at least dozens of such marks on him.

"Who is he and your! We all said at the beginning, I don't care how you like it, but you don't care about me!"

"Bastard!" Gilber was furious, and tried to hack the wild man to death several times, but he still couldn't. Then he suddenly saw the familiar beard.

"Bearded ...... Are you the Queen's personal guard?"

Giber said angrily, "What the hell is that woman going to do? If you tell me honestly about her plan, I'll ...... Slut! You're enough!"

The Marquise unhappily took her hand out of Hans's fig leaf and pinched his bare ass.

"I've said it all! It's none of your business! You Francers don't look like men, you don't even have a long beard! The old lady has been holding back for so many years, and finally met someone who looks pleasing to the eye, what's wrong with opening the meat?"

"You...... You...... Unreasonable!" Giber trembled with rage, and even his hand holding the sword trembled.

"Phew!" the Marquise spat at him. "Look at your little bit of energy, how big it is, it looks like someone slept with your wife. ”

"I ...... I ......"

"What are you, a dignified fourth-order professional, you can't even win against me as a third-order, and you still have the face to be my man?"

Clutching her chest, she began to look for clothes from the wreckage of the tent, first throwing Hans a knight's uniform torn into strips, and then finding herself a white nightgown to put on.

"I said at the beginning, my mother doesn't look down on you, she wants you to take away the soldiers, and you want you to take the hides and ores, and you are forcing my father to marry me with food. Besides, over the years, you have not ten or eight illegitimate children, has the old lady taken care of it once? Why do you ......?"

"Die!" said Giber, his sword, studded with gems, aimed at Hans's head.

The Marquise sneered, and threw the bearded cousin backwards, and gave way to the long sword with one side,

"You're a knight of the earth who relies on resources to get up, and I can barely respect it when you ride a horse. But you don't even have a horse now, do you want to fight with me on foot?"