The clown carried a fir tree, shook off the snow, and walked into Desmond Castle. After this period of continuous exercise, the young man's thin and thin body has become a lot stronger, and he will not be too tired to do this job.

In such weather outside, the work naturally cannot continue. Therefore, it is rare for all the people of Desmond to gather in the hall. With the warm fireplace, they did their own thing. However, everyone consciously lowered their voices, trying not to disturb the lord, who was busy with something.

The clown put down the fir tree and walked over to the lord who was by the fireplace, leaning down on the table with his left hand: "My lord, the tree you wanted"

The lord stopped what he was doing, he rubbed his eyes, glanced at the fir tree in the corner, and a slight smile appeared on his tired face: "It's so hard for you so fast." You're tired this time, so go get some rest. ”

It wasn't a very hard job, and all the knights of Desmond could do it easily. But Cynroth couldn't survive the Joker's insistence, so he handed it over to him.

Kemparella has been a bit strange lately, always going out early and returning late, and often comes back with scars, not knowing what he's doing. Sinloth was a little worried, but he couldn't say it clearly. If you give him something to do, he should be able to settle down a bit.

"Ah, yes."

The lord smiled lightly, but on this snowy night, there was someone by the warm fireplace who cared for you tenderly, and the feeling of the clown clenching his fist interrupted the memories that were about to flood.

The clown leaned over and walked over to Roland, who was drinking and bragging about something with a few male knights.

"I'm telling you, the mercenaries are really getting worse and worse now. I think when I first debuted, not to mention our storm shamisen, just find a mercenary group that enters the stream, which one can not open the film head-on with the Normans? Look at it now, when it comes to looting loot, it's faster than the other, but when they let them charge, it's always so grinding, like a girl, uh, don't say this to Arian Hurd, I can't beat her for so many years, and those few Swiss mercenary groups are still like a little Alas, now that our old people are gone, I don't know how the eldest sister can hold on alone."

"Then why did you leave in the first place?"

Jeremia's question seemed to poke Roland's sore spot, and the man who was pouring wine into his glass paused, and his eyes were red with alcohol and feelings that others could not understand, and he sighed, and poured these feelings into his stomach along with the wine.

"I'm old, and my axe is dull."

"Lord Roland is not old at all, in my opinion, even if he fights for Desmond for another thirty years, it will be no problem." The Joker pulled out his chair and sat down next to Ruziano. He did not pour wine, but poured himself a glass of hot water to warm his hands.

The clown's flattery obviously won the heart of the veteran oil, and he put aside the inexplicable affection, and hummed proudly: "Hmph, what thirty years, I have to watch the birth of the eldest lady's grandson with my own eyes before I can close my eyes." ”

"Ha, Roland, you are really the eldest lady, how old are you this year?"

"That's right, the eldest lady is only eight years old this year."

Except for Roland, several knights are young people, and they don't mean to look down on the clown. Everyone joked for a while, and the atmosphere became harmonious.

The Joker's frenzied attack on the Normans that day won a lot of favor in the hearts of the knights. A warrior is always respectable, even if he is half-insane at the time.

"By the way, speaking of the eldest lady, have you ever heard the adults mention the lady?"

Ruziano's reckless question made the atmosphere that had just warmed up fall silent again. The knight glanced at his companions in a bit of panic, wondering why they had suddenly fallen silent.

Bismal could drink the alcohol from his glass without saying a word.

In the end, it was Roland who broke the strange silence: "Madame's words, I have never heard Lord Sinloth mention them. The eldest lady doesn't seem to know much about Madame's affairs, I'm afraid there are some unspeakable reasons in it. ”

"yes, yes"

"Don't talk about that, have you noticed lately that Arian Heard is a little weird. Usually when she is free, she is always meditating to temper her will, but these days, she seems to be always in a daze, is she thinking about a man? ”

"Oh? Is there such a thing? ”

The knights tacitly avoided this slightly sensitive topic, and the big men began to talk nonsense with the help of alcohol

Arian Hurd was in a daze.

For this female knight who is extremely strict with herself, it is indeed a rare situation.

Arien Hurd's life seemed to others like that of an ascetic. Get up in the morning to stay up, and then take the soldiers to do daily training. During the lunch break at noon, there is no rest, but a person who meditates silently to temper his spirit.

It's boring to the extreme. The female knight herself knows this, but she doesn't want to change at all, she has been persisting like this for more than ten years, and she doesn't know what she's for.

And now the knight, who had been strictly following her plan, was in a daze—something she usually regarded as a waste of time.

As her followers, the three Ennes naturally discovered her abnormality a long time ago. But because of a faint expectation in their hearts, they didn't bother. The three of them gathered in a circle and whispered to each other.

"Well, I can't do it anymore, Lord Arian Hurd's finger curling hair is so cute, I want to rub it."

"Enness, be calm, if you rub it up like this, you will definitely be killed."

"It's really cute, I didn't expect Lord Arian Heard to be so feminine, is this really the power of love?"

Today's wind and snow are too big to be suitable for drills at all, and the female knights have no idea of training their soldiers to fight in the snow. So this day became her rare leisure. However, instead of going to find something to kill the time like the male knights did, she sat in the hall very abnormally, staring blankly at the beating fire with her big beautiful eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

Sinloth sat by the fire

Xinluo rubbed his sore wrist, the quills were not as good as he imagined, awkward, but fortunately there were still some memories left in this body, and it was finally done.

The lord put the plan away, then stood up and stretched widely.

He glanced down the hall, where the male knights were drinking and chatting enthusiastically. The three female knights were chattering around Arian Hurd, but the blonde female knight was holding her head with her hands, obviously absent-minded and unaware of what she was thinking.

In the shadows of the hall, Hermint was whispering something to Ditohardt. Ditohardt nodded and shook his head with a stern expression. Helmint quickly wrote something on the paper, and his face was not very good-looking.

With such a heavy wind and snow outside, it is naturally impossible to carry out the construction of a Viking village. Fortunately, Sinlos had previously restored some of the burned villages because of some ideas. In this situation, those Vikings have to go there for the time being, and Xia Li, the crazy girl, at this time, shows a bit of the patriarch's sense of responsibility. The serious injuries on her body did not heal, but she braved the heavy snow overnight and ran to comfort her people.

Today, people are unexpectedly Qi.

Xinluo sighed with emotion, got up and opened the package that had been prepared long ago, took out the ribbon he brought from the royal capital, and tied it to the fir tree where the clown resisted. After doing this, the lord turned around with a laugh and said loudly to everyone in the hall, "Although the weather is not very good today, I still want to say, happy Christmas Eve, everyone!" ”

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