"Locke, are you still worried?"

There was no light in the bedroom, and another figure sat in the bed, a woman, her voice languid and magnetic, but the tone was one of femininity.

The back is motionless.

"There's no need to worry too much, aren't we well prepared?"

She saw that the Count had not turned around, and that she had jumped out of bed in silk pajamas of the same color and style, and at the opposite corner of the bed was a large wooden cabinet with delicate carvings, and she heard her footsteps, and from this cabinet seemed to emerge a shadow with a blurred outline—

A black cat, pure black cat, does not even have half a motley hair. The black cat's tail stood up like a stick, and its two eyes glowed a faint green light in the darkness—

The woman got up and lit the lamp in the room, and it was clear that the two eyes of the black cat were completely different colors, the left eye was red, and the right eye was like a sparkling black gem.

When the black cat saw the woman, she quickly jumped into her arms with agility -

The woman hugged her full, bumpy breasts as if she were a spoiled child, and she approached Locke Lambert with a gentle step.

"The latest news from Stanley, the Lynx mercenary group, the Knights of Tarun have gathered in the area of Kingfisher Forest."

"So, that's the attitude of the Talens?"

The woman took over, her slender fingers brushing the ends of the hair covering her forehead, "Our Majesty has made a good deal. ”

"Oh, the royal family has paid the price of a princess."

The Lord Earl seemed to be very dissatisfied with Edwin IX's way of doing things, and his words were full of mockery, "Even the noble princess always has to marry, and the old fellow has only made the most cost-effective decision, and that little bald man of Taron ......"

"And what about the gentleman from Karthas?"

The woman was noncommittal about the complaint, she asked.

"The specific information is not known yet, but after Her Royal Highness returned to Talen, she seems to be in a good mood these days."

"So, they upset Locke?"

"Silver Leaf Town."

Speaking of the root of all this, the count, located in the prosperous commercial town of Ensada region, could not help but grit his teeth a little, and the soft light illuminated his hideous and distorted face, and he said hatefully like a wounded and mad wolf:

"That old fellow would rather bow his proud head to the Tasyas than have a good life for the local lords of the kingdom."

"Old fellow" refers to Edwin IX, Elant's contemporary monarch, but at the moment, the titular courtier, Rock Lambert, the earl of the kingdom, has no affection for him-

To be precise, ever since the release of the "Territory Exchange Bill" for the Ensada region, the Earl's inner feelings have turned into a strong hatred - not only for Edwin IX, the royal family, but also for most of the ministers in the court.

It's all despicable, shameful, cowardly bastards!

These thoughts made him angry again, and the woman stretched out her arm and grabbed him, her warm body pressed against his broad chest—

The black cat in her arms seemed to quietly raise its round furry head and glance at the Earl, a cold light flashing in her red and black eyes.

"The Tassia are really powerful."

The conversation between the two was silent for a while, and the woman spoke again.

After the "Fog Pine War", the nobles of the kingdom, especially the local lords of Northland Nogo, have a more accurate understanding of the powerful soldiers of Tasia-

Whether it is Elant's aristocratic private soldiers, the Northland legions, the knights and their servants recruited from all over the kingdom, or the elite troops directly under the royal family from the royal capital Elva, they are extremely weak and vulnerable in the face of the iron hooves of the Tassia people—

The dust and blood curtain shone with swords and spears, and once the two sides fought, it would not be long before there would be a situation of destruction and decay.

"Destroying the withering and decaying" is only for the Tasians, if you describe the side of the Elantt Kingdom, it is probably "throwing away the armor and urinating"-

A series of war defeats finally shattered the courage of the royal family and the nobility, and even the straight backbone of the past was crushed down, and the continuation of the war was like a humiliation for oneself-

In the end, in a strange atmosphere of tacit understanding, all the nobles, including the Edwin royal family, silently admitted the defeat of the "Fog Pine War" and paid a huge amount of war reparations.

What a shame!

There were also lords who were unwilling to fight, such as Viscount Afradi in the Ceris region, but this heroic young man finally put his own life into it-

Secretly, more than once, more than one person has laughed at the "great fool of Serris", so that these things have created a bad atmosphere within the nobility of Elante—

People no longer sing the praises of brave warriors, but more linger on dogs and horses.

The battle within the kingdom has also begun to become fierce.

Compared to the Tasyas, the royal family and other nobles naturally did not have so much timidity and scruples about attacking a local lord.

"I know that the Tassia are very strong, so they all behave respectfully, but now I'm going to give them a taste of Ensada's power."

Count Locke Lambert clenched his fists, and a pair of cold eyes took his eyes off the street scene at night - he hugged the woman beside him, "Anna, when did they promise to arrive with those excellent mercenaries?" ”

"Soon, maybe just a few days."

The woman, "Anna", replied, her eyes blurred again as she stroked @ the black cat in her arms.

……

The sight was filled with a vast gray mist.

Diar, Cemetery City.

A skeleton walked alone on a wide street, and there were few people in the street, and he looked up at the sky, which was gray and gloomy, with only some faint light—

He was not an ordinary skeleton, after accidentally "resurrecting" from the corpse of a certain warrior, he had a sense of self, and the memories of his past life lingered in his mind, like a whirlpool of splinters, which made him fall into a daze from time to time.

The sky seemed to be like this all the time in the horizon, a gray-black fog, like a sign that it was about to rain. He didn't know how many days he had spent in this dead city. Day or night, the sky almost never changes.

He had heard from the lich and some of the higher undead that this was the normal appearance of the underworld—

The sky above was not really a sky, there was no sun, no birds singing or flowers, and the black fog that looked like dark clouds was basically made up of floating dust and the dead breath of the undead.