"Come over to me, Dungar!"

"I don't!"

In Count Ormond's castle, two figures, one large and one small, were chasing each other. Although the young figure who fled in front did not have the strength of her father behind her, she was always able to avoid her father's pursuit by relying on her flexible body.

"What are you still doing in a daze, why don't you catch her for me quickly!"

The roar of the Earl of Ormond rang out in the castle, and the stout man who looked like a brown bear roared loudly and commanded his servants. And his servants stared at him, although helpless, but also had to join in this boring chase. It is not a matter of a day or two for the earl's daughter to make the earl angry, and as servants, they are somewhat accustomed to it.

But even if she could make him angry again, what could the Count do? You know, this is his only child. Resist the sky, that is, teach her a lesson, and let her lie down for two days. And with the vitality of the earl's daughter, he will definitely be able to make him angry again in two days.

In any case, the Earl's orders must be listened to. The helpless servants had no choice but to put down what they were doing and began to pretend to hunt down their future masters. Although the Earl has worked hard every night over the years, he has never achieved anything. Especially now that Miss Dungar is ten years old, even if she really gives birth to a son, she can't shake her position as the first heir.

Unless her brother Finn comes back to life.

"Grandpa Art!" Even though he learned a lot of martial arts, he was still too young, and he was chased and intercepted by his father and servants, and gradually there was no room for display. But just as Dungar was about to despair, a familiar old man appeared in front of him. Miss Ormond's eyes lit up, and she threw herself into the old man's arms like a swallow returning home.

"It's little Dungal, why are you running so quickly, are you making your father angry again, sir." Although the old man was taken aback by the reckless second lady, he did not leave all the foundations when he was young, and there were no accidents. However, seeing the menacing Earl behind Dungal, the old man knew that he might have to use the young lady as a shield again.

"Dungal, come to me quickly." Earl Ormond stretched out his large, rough hand to pull his daughter. But the daughter, who has always been disobedient, is still disobedient this time. The girl shrank her head sharply and hid behind Old Man Art. And the earl's hand was also grabbed by the old man, and he couldn't move. In desperation, the Earl had no choice but to stretch out his hand, but the old man did not stop him this time.

As soon as the old man waved his hand, the servants who followed closely behind the Earl immediately understood and returned to their posts one after another. What happened next was not what they should know.

"Matudan, after all these years, your temper is still so short-tempered."

Although nominally subordinate, the old man named Art did not have much respect for the Earl. That casual attitude is more like an elder, looking at his naughty little grandson.

"Uncle Art, you haven't changed at all, and you're still protecting this little bastard like this." Knowing that he was safe, Dungar poked his head out from behind the old man and grimaced at his father. And the "fierce lion", known for his rudeness and irritability, the Earl of Matutan of Ormond, could only stare at her twice.

Looking at the father and daughter who seemed to be born at odds, the old man smiled helplessly and changed the topic elsewhere: "What's wrong this time?" Let me guess, it's little Dungar who put bed bugs in your shoes again? Or have you turned your letters into a mess again? ”

Before he could finish speaking, the old man himself laughed. At his age, he has long been downplayed by everything. He has no heirs, and what he wants to see most is that his juniors spend every day like this. Yat, who was both civil and military, and fought to the death with the infidels, is now just an old man. Matudan's father had been dead for many years, and before he went to Heaven to accompany him, every day after the sun rose was a new life experience for Art.

"No, it's not that she wants to go to jihad."

"What?!" Art wondered if he had misheard, for Finn, the eldest son of Earl Ormond, had gone on a holy war against the infidels years before, only to fall forever under the Holy City. Now, his daughter, too, is going to that holy land, but littered with the corpses of countless Crusaders?

"No, Grandpa Art. Not a holy war with the infidels, but with the Normans. Seeing that the respected old butler had misunderstood, and without his father's explanation, Dungar himself hurriedly jumped out, "I want to be a respected warrior like my brother!" ”

"It turned out to be a Norman"

The old man's heart eased slightly, the warrior of decades ago is now just an old man who likes to water flowers and tease children. For things outside the castle, I didn't care much about it for a long time. In his mind, the Normans were no less of a nuisance. But if the pagans were elephants, the Normans were at best a fly. The empire is reluctant to deal with it, more troublesome. And now that I heard that the Empire and the Norman were waging a holy war, I felt a little happy in my heart.

Art thought so, so he said to the Earl, who was still angry: "Sir, Miss is already ten years old, and it is time to go to the battlefield to see it." Only the bravest lions can lead the lions Miss is originally a woman, if you don't have some combat achievements, I'm afraid it will not be able to convince the public in the future, I still have a few juniors in the imperial army, for the sake of the past, it should be no problem to let Miss stay in the logistics force as a guest army. ”

Stubborn, brutal, rude. That's what everyone says about Earl Ormond, but that doesn't mean that the Earl is a standard fool. Everyone has their own way of life, and so does the Count. Ireland is not the royal capital, and there is no need to be polite here. In this perennial harassed land, whoever has a strong knight, as well as strong armor and a sharp sword, will be respected accordingly. This is the survival of Matutan, the Count of Ormond.

Bloodline, worthless here.

Even if he is a country earl, isn't it precisely because of these that he married back Dungal's mother, such a beautiful and well-informed daughter?

But Dungal's dead girl is not like her mother at all, but like herself when she was a child, and she doesn't know whether to be happy or sad.

The Earl heard the old butler's suggestion, and hesitated for a moment. It stands to reason that until the moment of life and death, the logistics troops will not go to the frontal battlefield. And she is a little girl, and there will be no character to particularly embarrass her. Let her stay behind the army for a while, knowing that the military is not as romantic as the knightly novels she reads, and maybe in a month, she will run back herself.

The Earl is getting older, and although he is still strong, in this era, it is time to pave the way for future generations. An Irish woman could not inherit the family property, although he could use the Imperial Code to forcibly inherit the family to Dungal. But if she didn't have some merits, and some strong allies, I'm afraid

And the army is the fastest place for the two winners. Besides, he and the other earls happened to have a plan. Although I feel that the odds of victory are very high, if I take advantage of the holy war to send my daughter out, it will be more or less a way out.

Thinking of this, Lord Earl glared at his daughter viciously, who was quietly looking at him, and said loudly, "Very well, Art persuaded me. My daughter shouldn't be like a cat, chasing and fighting in my castle. Now I will take your retinue and your sword as you wish, and go to bring glory to the family. ”

"And you have to come back alive."

Sinloth looked at the short sword in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.

[This sword is, throughout the ages, the warriors who died on the battlefield. The tragic and noble ideals that are still silently carried on the occasion of death, are proud of exalting this will, and are determined to carry out this faith, and the king of perennial victory is the true name of the miracle in this high singer, and its name is the sword of Zhongzheng! 】

[The Sword of Zhongzheng: A short sword forged by the Fanzhuo clan and several other major clans, with a total length of forty centimeters, because of the evil taste of the Fanzhuo patriarch, the sword is engraved with plum blossoms, as well as the words "Chengren", which is calcined by the power of the sun, and is incomparably sharp. However, because there is no enchantment, in the final analysis, it is just a sharp short sword. 】

Looking at the short sword in front of him, he pulled out a piece of his long hair, and blew at the short sword, the long black hair brushed the blade, and the sword was divided into two sections.

Sure enough, it's a good sword.

But it's a bit unlucky that the name came from. Although he was indeed called the Headmaster, and had the idea of having students help him protect Desmond, he was not bald. It is called the Sword of Zhongzheng, which is too unlucky. Xinluo thought about it, no matter what, it was auspicious, so let's change the name of this sword.

Thinking so in his heart, the lord raised his short sword and said to it: "From now on, you will be called the Pink Hairy Rabbit, I don't know how to use a sword, I guess there is no chance to use you." In the future, I'll help you find a good master, how about it? ”

It's an ordinary short sword, how can it be possible to answer him? However, as Sinloth said to himself, the name of the sword really changed.

[Pink Hairy Rabbit: As a red and specialized rabbit, for the sake of good luck, the patriarch of Fanzhuo thinks that the short sword he forged for the first time should also be a rabbit. Although, it's not pink at all. 】

Satisfied, Sinloth withdrew his dagger and plunged it into the scabbard he had prepared. Now that the preliminary tests have been completed, this approach has been shown to be feasible. Then as a humanoid furnace, he has to continue to work hard.

"Nanorka, no problem, right? Everyone, it's all right, right? Sinlos first asked the magician for his opinion, and everyone except Hermint raised his hand to indicate that he was dying. However, Helmint's injuries were all for him, and Sinlos was considerate of him.

"Well, let's rest for half an hour. Strive to make at least three full-body armor tonight. ”R1152