"He's probably dead. ”

In the military tent dozens of miles away, the middle-aged man sitting behind the table smiled, spread his hands and said helplessly: "Your Majesty, I will never send a large number of professionals to search for a guard who has little chance of survival." ”

Avril stood at the table with a cold face, clenching her fists several times, but letting go.

"Marquis Giber!"

She took a deep breath, lowered her head and organized her words, and then said as calmly as possible: "I understand your thoughts, but the broken guard is the captain of my personal guard, not only is he a rare talent, but he has also saved the lives of more than thirty people, including me. I hope you will give my opinion to the ......"

"Your Majesty. ”

The middle-aged man flexed his index finger, nodded vigorously on the table, and said with deep meaning:

"I've seen the results of your opinion. Even if you still trust your own judgment, I don't think my professionals will. ”

Avril's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and she said with a cold face: "Yes, since the Marquis of Giber no longer believes in me, then please return the army directly under the royal family to me, and I will take them to find someone myself!"

The middle-aged man pulled the corners of his mouth perfunctorily upward, and said with a smile: "Okay, this is your right, after all, those more than 10,000 people originally belonged to the royal family." ”

With that, he leaned back and leaned back on the soft cushions. "However, because they have suffered heavy losses recently, in order to ensure their combat effectiveness, I have broken up and mixed into the rest of the army, and it will probably take a while to count them, so please be patient and wait here for a few more days. ”

"You fart!" a burly man stood up from behind Avril and pointed at the smiling middle-aged man.

The bearded cousin roared with a pale face: "I just went to the border for a few days to defend it, and I can suffer heavy losses without fighting......?"

"Hans!"

Avril reached out to stop the angry Hans, turned her head and said sarcastically to the middle-aged man: "Giber, if I were still in the royal capital now, I guess these people would probably not have suffered a 'heavy loss', right?"

The middle-aged man nodded with a smile.

"You're right, not only that, if you're still in the royal capital, not only will these people not suffer heavy losses, but they will even appear on the front line of the attack on the Farrell family, maybe I will be at the forefront of them.

However, you have escaped, and the royal capital is now in the hands of the Farrell family, and the 'if' in your mouth has been completely defeated by 'reality'. ”

Avril gave him a cold look, and was about to leave the camp without saying a word, but was stopped by a group of guards armed with long swords.

"Your Majesty, there is one thing I am curious about. ”

The middle-aged man stood up from behind the desk and smoothed out the folds in his clothes.

"Why did you come directly to see me, instead of going to the troops directly under the royal family first? Didn't you think that I might ask you to stay a few more days?"

He walked slowly to Avril's side, raised his chin as smooth as there was not a trace of stubble, and said to Avril with a smile:

"So, I'm afraid that guard is not an ordinary guard, right? In order to get him back as soon as possible, you didn't even care about his safety. Hehe, let me think, William Van Kins, that's the name, right?"

He turned his head to look at the back of the tent, and the curtain of the tent shook quietly as he mentioned William's name.

The Marquis of Giber pinched his smooth chin and said with great interest: "He is the guard who bewitched my daughter, and I really want to see him and see what kind of man he is." ”

Avril also noticed the change in the curtains, and smiled reluctantly at the corners of her mouth.

"Miss Marquis is one of the best beauties in the royal capital, and she is also a well-known talented woman, if she doesn't dislike it, I can make the decision and let William marry her......"

"No, no, no!" the Marquis of Giber smiled and pulled the curtain, blocking the surprised eyes behind him.

"I don't mean to snatch love from the sword, His Majesty is dead, and it is understandable that you have some petty hobbies, and you are even quite supportive of your choice.

It's just that Flange can't be without a king all the time, and you're not fit to carry such a big burden alone. And my family has been married to the royal family many times, so this time you might as well kiss and kiss, you can marry into my family again, I promise you can continue to be the queen, as long as you push ......"

Avril frowned, and interrupted with a cold face: "Marquis Giber, your youngest son is only fifteen years old this year, and I am already twenty-nine, we are not ......"

"No, no, no, you misunderstood me. ”

Giber, estimated to be over fifty years old, smiled a slightly defiant. "I mean, what do you think of me?"

"I think you think you're beautiful!"

The bearded cousin roared angrily, raised his fist the size of a bowl, and smashed it at the bridge of the middle-aged man's nose.

"Bang!"

A dazzling white light flashed, and Hans, who weighed nearly two hundred catties of armor, was directly bounced upside down and flew out, tearing open a big hole in the camp tent.

Although the middle-aged man's face was strong and punched, the bridge of his towering nose was not even red. He stretched out his hand and wiped the dust from his face in disgust, then tore off his snow-white gloves, threw them out of the tent down the hole, and threw them on Hans's messy beard.

Giber turned his head and smiled and asked, "It seems that your guards did not approve of this proposal, but what about you, Your Majesty, what do you think of my proposal?"

Avril closed her eyes and sighed, but didn't speak.

When she came to Jiber, she had expected this to happen, but she had no choice.

It is safe to contact the royal family's forces first, but William is so stubborn that he will definitely not surrender to that woman, if he spends a few more days subduing the royal army, will he be able to hold out until that time?

Moreover, if William did not die at the hands of that woman, but was captured by her, with the speed of that woman's elusiveness, only the fourth-order Giber would be able to catch up with her and save William safely from her hands.

Now, the only way to save William is to agree to Giber's terms, marry him and support him as the new king.

Obviously she was ready, but for some reason, Avril tried several times but still couldn't open her mouth, and she couldn't spit out those words anyway.

A grim face flashed through her mind, and Avril suddenly remembered what William had said.

"'Huh, what does that mean? Hmm...... The meaning of this phrase is 'I would rather be smashed as a gem than be made of a stone that remains intact'. ”

If he had saved him at such a cost, then he would probably have wanted to be a gem and be smashed to pieces.

As if she had suddenly figured something out, Avril opened her eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly. Then in the expectant eyes of the middle-aged man, he shook his head firmly.

"I refuse!"

"Someone!" said the Marquis of Giber, grim as he brushed his sleeves away. "Her Majesty the Queen and her guards, please calm down!"