"Oh my God, how can this be! Is Iru-sama not here too? ”

"The hateful Grand Butler Claude, how can he take advantage of the Grand Duke's absence to arbitrarily order the dinner party to be cancelled and the whole city to be banned! We're not poor people, I'll tell the Grand Duke! ”

"Alas, it's a pity that my pink crystal shoes are specially prepared for the third son of Iru-sama......"

The ladies kept sighing in the boudoir, these noble ladies who had never felt the cruelty of war were not interested in the news of the victory of the war, after all, war and danger were too far away from them.

They had only heard that this dinner would invite Lord Iru, the chief golden knight from the Sun Temple, to attend. In addition, Iru-sama will bring his three sons to meet the young ladies.

Exchanges between nobles often carried a certain definite purpose, but this did not prevent young people from appreciating and even loving each other.

After all, Lord Iru's title of Chief Golden Knight was too loud in the entire Hariran Continent, and once surpassed Archduke Ferdinand. Moreover, the tiger father has no dog sons, and his three sons are also young leaders, who have already obtained the title of Silver Knight at a young age, and participated in the battles on the front line.

The eldest prince, Sigmund Freud, once searched for the crown of the 11th king of the Great Empire buried deep underground in the ruins of Harilo's original site, which allowed him to directly reward a large area of mining in the southeastern province of Harilland.

When the second prince first joined the army, he led a ten-man seahorse cavalry team to kill the thirty-man demon spirit pirate army that had been attacked from the Lost Sea, and was rewarded with two estates in Innistair, a northeastern province of Harriland.

And the youngest third son, although not as brave as the two brothers, but when he was only fifteen years old, he had the cultivation of the twelfth layer of battle qi, and opened the amazing talent of dual magic cultivation.

This in the Temple of the Sun, the limelight almost overshadowed his two older brothers.

For the eldest ladies who are hidden in the boudoir, heroes are always in the spotlight.

Tonight will be their most exciting night.

This time the ship battle on the Gold Coast was led by Archduke Ferdinand himself, and the Sissel Knight Legion had already taken the lead to strangle all the pirate ground troops who were going to commit the crime, and returned to the city in advance, and Archduke Ferdinand would also return in three days to prepare for the annual selection of new knights.

There was no serious Grand Duke, and the whole estate was immersed in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere for three days.

But I'm afraid they won't show up today, just now, the whole castle sounded the horn of preparation for battle. This relaxed atmosphere was suddenly disturbed.

First, a strange celestial phenomenon like a black dragon swimming suddenly appeared in the sky, and then the gate of the castle in the distance was bombed into powder.

Even the defense mechanism of the Grand Duke's Manor, the ironclad black scales, was forcibly opened. Under such a tough defensive shell, the gate can still be bombed open, which is enough to show that the invading force should not be underestimated.

As early as five days ago, Archduke Ferdinand had already received information that someone in the Noah's God Sect had betrayed his faith and sold all the information about the war between the Eastern and Western Continents to the pirates of the Demon Spirit Clan.

But at that time, the Grand Duke had already led the people to the Gold Coast, and there was no turning back when he opened his bow, and he heard that the Demon Spirit Clan had lurked in Mohatbi, so the Grand Duke could only send someone to bring back the news and let the city be more vigilant.

"The enemy is coming, and we, our castle, are going to be destroyed......"

"Shhhh

"Damn Demon Spirit Clan pirates, it would be good if the third prince was here, and he would definitely protect people's safety......"

The princesses were protected by the cavalry and moved to a relatively safe basement. The entire Feynman City was built with an air-raid basement specifically reserved to prevent air raids, and the intricate underground passages were directly connected to the sewers, like an entrenched hydra.

Originally, the air defense sewers had spread almost all over Mohatbi, the northwest province of the Hariran continent, but at that time, it seemed that something strange had been dug up, and the project was forced to be suspended, and then the end of the sewer project became a mystery.

Archduke Ferdinand deliberately issued a ban on anyone entering that place, even if the Knights were on a hunting mission, they had to go around.

For the damp and dark basement, the young ladies who are accustomed to living in high beds and soft mattresses protested one after another, eager to cut off his nose and ears after catching the intruding demon clan!

"Demon Spirit Clan, I hate you to death!"

"Butler Claude, defeat them! Miss Ben didn't want to live with a ground mouse...... Yes! Oh my God, disgusting bugs, go away...... Go away!! ”

The princesses and ladies screamed as they jumped to their feet, and in front of the bedbugs and ground mice, the noble and elegant aristocratic images were all thrown aside, and the comical contrast made the knights of the surrounding guards hold on so that they did not laugh out loud, and they all blushed and almost turned their backs.

……

Just as depressed as the people in Ferdinand's manor house were Jordes, the dwarf blacksmith who had been following Hu Tian's ass.

After seeing the majesty of Hu Tian's 1V2, Dwarf Winter Melon decided not to leave him for the time being. The dwarf craftsmen have been passed down from generation to generation, and they do not believe in the sun god, but in the craftsman god who specializes in forging.

According to the will of the craftsman god, the dwarf clan has been searching for the forging fragments left by the craftsman god on the mainland. They prefer to refer to themselves as "halflings" or "harpys" rather than "gnomes", as the latter speak with a bit of banter from the human lords who enslave them. This makes them feel ashamed and angry.

They prefer to be passive and avoid the world, and do not go far to join any of the forces, but this does not mean that war and chaos will not come to their door.

In the entire Eastern Continent, there is no one who knows how to forge and refine better than the dwarves. In the mining areas of each province, as long as you pull a team of goblins and find a few dwarf craftsmen to match, you can almost completely manage. Goblins are almost naturally sensitive to prospecting and digging, so the two slave races are the best allies. The lords only need to pay a small amount of honorarium, and they can get a large amount of mineral deposits, and then refine and forge them, and there will be a very objective income.

Because of this, the gnomes were in high demand in the slave market, which also led to their thin population, and they were captured by the major provinces almost overnight.

On the contrary, goblins reproduce faster than rabbits, and even in the slave market, they are worthless. Among the concentrates of the provinces, goblins are the cheapest labor.

Joord was lucky enough to escape, because his huge hands, which were incomparably thick from birth, were too disproportionate to his thin flagpole-like body, and in the eyes of the dwarfs, they were simply monsters. It is precisely for this reason that his childhood was not over before he was driven out of the tribe as a plague god.

"I'll drop a hammer, life is too difficult...... Ruoerde sighed inexplicably as he took a large sip of pine cone wine.

This wine is made by elves, who are good at picking various ingredients and fruits and vegetables from the forest, and their fruit wine is famous all over the world. It's just that for dwarfs who are addicted to alcohol, this slightly sweet fruit wine is still a little bland in taste.

In Mohatbi, there is a proverb -

"The wine made by the elves, I don't want to leave after drinking it; The cigarettes grown by Barry will become immortals when smoked. ”