After several days of sailing, the Tirpitz finally reached Desmond. The moldy crowd on the warship cheered as they looked at the land that slowly appeared in front of them.

But only one person couldn't be happy.

Tirbitz bit Sinloth's left hand, tears rolling in his eyes. And Cynroth was even more frightened and sweaty, the little guy's mouth was a real devastating thing, if she used too much force, Cynroth probably had to lose a close friend who accompanied him through countless lonely nights.

"Tirpitz, calm down, you have something to say." Trying to reassure the little one, landing on land was good news for everyone, but it was complete bad news for Tirpitz alone. Once Sinroth landed on land, it meant that Tirpitz, who could not leave the ship, would never see Sinloth again.

How can the little one not be in a hurry.

"I'll come to see you often." The little guy was in tears, and Cynlos was sweating profusely. Unconsciously, the little white teeth bit harder and harder. Xinluos, who was afraid that her claws would be gnawed off by her in the next moment, racked her brains and tried her best to comfort her: "Tirbitz has to be good, I like good children the most." ”

"Woo Charlulu lies, Charlulu's favorite is obviously those who wear very revealing deep sea woo"

The little one bit Cynloth's hand and whimpered quietly. But+ no matter how much he shook his arm, Sinloth couldn't pull his hand. Just as Sinlos pondered whether to strike her in the chest, it was Nanoka who saved the stupid father.

"Daddy, the port is too far from Desmond Castle. Shall we rebuild a harbor near the castle? ”

Rebuild a port?

"Nanorca, ports don't just come by accident. First of all, take into account the gold coins, and secondly, the location of the port. It's actually quite complicated. Touching Tirbitz's head, Sinlos soothed the fried-haired cat. While saying to the second daughter: "Otherwise, I wouldn't have built only one, and even if I only built this one, the gold coins spent would almost make Claes find me desperate." ”

How important a good port is to a territory, Claes, who is in charge of the province's finances, naturally knows it. And that's why the treasurer finally gritted his teeth and said yes - for which Claes had to stop some of the facilities that were also being built.

"No, it's not an ordinary port, it's an underground port." Nanoka shook her head and explained to Stupid Daddy, "I'm going to be loading up Tirpitz for the next few days, so I'm going to do some testing. But there are too many people in the port."

If it's magic, it's really not to be exposed to people. But what is an underground port, is it really something that can appear in this era? And no matter how you look at it, this thing costs more than an ordinary port.

Seeing his brother's doubts, Andiel on the side affirmed Nanorca's idea: "It's not as difficult as you think, just dig a space under Desmond, and then connect it to the bottom of the sea, as for the exit, just arrange a water release barrier Only the two of us may have some difficulties, but wait a few days." When my disciple arrives, it should be fine. ”

No matter how it sounds, it is a very large project, but since it was proposed by the steady Andiel, there should be no problem. Sinloth thought for a moment. I agreed. The Viscount followed Tirpitz and whispered comfortingly, "Did you hear that, Tirpitz?" Soon we will be able to see each other often, so bear with me. ”

"Hmm."

The little one tilted his head. The electric probe above crackled for a while, but finally nodded. Loosen your mouth. Seeing the hand that had been bitten out of blood, Tirpitz blushed. As if she was a little embarrassed, the little girl hugged Xinluos's hand, stretched out her little tongue and licked it in small bites.

Seeing Tirpitz's pleasing appearance like a puppy, even if there was a lot of anger in his heart, it was really not good to vent it to her. But as a wayward lord, Sinlos felt that he had to vent his anger properly in order to keep his mind clear and not make a mistake in his decision. And looking at Ellie who was squinting and smirking at the honey fudge, a vicious plan came to Cinnos's mind.

"It's been a few months now, and it's time to put the kids to the test." The viscount's face was stern, and his eyes were full of worry about the future of the empire: "Just teaching without testing is not what a qualified school should do." Therefore, as the principal of the Sunday School, I decided that starting this year, there will be two exams in the midterm and the final semester every year, so that the children can maintain their motivation to move upward, and those who regress in their grades will be punished inhumanely. ”

"And this midterm exam will be chosen the day after tomorrow!"

Allie was startled, her big cute eyes widened, and she fell out of her chair: "Huh?!" ”

No matter how the golden bun writhed around and cried, his father, who was determined to implement iron-blooded education, ignored them one by one. The little guy had no choice but to hide in his sister's arms to seek comfort.

Unlike the depressed eldest daughter, Xinluos, who was in a good mood, walked on the way back to his hometown, and his steps were exceptionally brisk. Even the peasants who took off their hats and saluted him became much cuter, and the viscount smiled and saluted them one by one.

The lord smiled at the peasants, followed by knights in neatly glittering armor, and soldiers with neat steps. The farmers were so excited that they drew crosses on their chests, thanking the Lord for his blessing and for sending them such a young and promising lord.

It seems that Durodus's preaching was somewhat effective. And this year's crops are really good. Sinloth squinted at the golden, wide ridges of the fields where only a handful of farmers were busy harvesting. The population of Desmond is too small. For example, this year's harvest is a good thing, but it depends on these hands alone. I don't know if I can harvest it cleanly. After pondering for a while, the viscount stopped. And with this abrupt movement of his. The vassals behind him also stopped.

"Let's not go back to the castle first, let's go to Durodus first."

"Lord. Do not chastise me in your wrath, do not chastise me in your anger. ”

"Lord, my body is weak, have mercy on me; Lord, my bones tremble, heal me. ”

"My soul is in great pain, Lord, when will it end?"

"Lord, come back to help me. Deliver me because of your mercy. ”

"Because, in death, no one misses you; Who else in hell praises you? ”

"I was weeping and tired, and every night I used to wet my bed with tears, and my bedding with snot running through my bedding"

There is only one church in Desmond, which is the stone chapel in front of you. It is said to be a church, but in fact it is made of several huge stones. The gaps in the boulders are filled with various gravel stones. Just looking at the appearance, it's actually closer to a stone house. And this stone house is exactly what Durodus spent constantly on. Relying on the strength of oneself, it was completed little by little. The pious priest now kneels before a large wooden cross. Pray aloud.

The church was too small, in the Viscount's opinion. It is not so much a church as it is closer to Durodus's personal confession. In addition to a few stone benches in the church. and nothing but a cross. Naturally, so many people couldn't squeeze in, and when Xinlos saw this, he immediately retreated and walked in alone.

"Father Durodus is indeed very powerful and knowledgeable, and he has won the favor of the Lord. Desmond was originally repeatedly invaded by the Normans, and there were hungry people everywhere, but now relying on the magic power of the priest, he was able to get such a bumper harvest this year, as the lord of Desmond, Van Zhuo was really grateful. ”

Sinlos didn't know much about farming, but all the way from the port, looking at the golden eyes, looking at the tired but extremely happy smiling faces of the farmers, Sinlos already knew that this year was probably a rare harvest year. Of course, he knew that this qiē was all the credit of Nanoka, and that thing called Jin Ke La was simply a god-level fertilizer. However, according to the rules of the game, magic can't be put on the table after all, and it's better to attribute it to the gods.

The lord was not there, and with the acquiescence of the heads of Desmond, the autumn harvest was naturally presided over by a respected priest. Although the autumn harvest festival presided over by the priest was decent, and there were no visions, the harvest in the fields could not be deceived, and with Durodus's previous actions, even if there were still no particularly devout believers for the time being, for the Orthodox Church, the commoners in the territory did slowly begin to accept its existence. Occasionally, a few children would come and listen to Durodus tell the story from the scriptures.

Durodus was devout and hot-tempered, and was most disgusted with such deception. But during the years of staying in the royal capital, the Orthodox priests who hit their heads and broke their blood finally understood a truth, sometimes, the brain is indeed more useful than a fist. For the priest, this is already the best beginning, and now it is good to wait for the fruit of faith to grow slowly. For the glory of the Lord, every qiē is patient.

Even if it's with the devil for the time being.

"As the shepherd of the Lord, this qiē is what I should do." The priest with the big sword on his back imitated the hypocrites of the Vatican, and showed a loving smile, but the smile of the priest with a full face was still extremely terrifying: "If it weren't for your piety, lord, the lord would not have protected this poor land like this." ”

"The priest is overrated, but I feel that the farmers in Desmond are always too few, and they are tired from their work. I wonder if the priest can do me a favor and recite the Psalms of the Lord in the fields, so that they can bask in the glory of the Lord? ”

"Gladly."

The priest turned around and picked up the steel Bible enshrined in front of the cross and was the first to step out of the church door. Naturally, Sinlos followed, muttering a few times to Andiel, and the magician nodded silently.

Helmint shrank his hands and feet, and originally stepped forward to eavesdrop, but the lord suddenly turned his head and glared at him fiercely. Helmint, who failed to eavesdrop, had no choice but to touch his head and giggle.

"What are you laughing at, hurry up and help me out on the ground!" As he spoke, Sinlos took the lead in unbuttoning his cloak, and while taking off his complicated clothes, he whispered: "It would be nice to have a harvester, although you have to pretend that Durodus is favored by the gods, but you have to take your time, and now you can only rely on Andiel to bless the farmers with some hidden little spells."

With the help of Arian Heard. The viscount quickly took off his shirt and rolled up his trouser legs: "What are you still doing?" If you want to eat at night, you can go down to the field to help! ”

Even though it's late summer. But Roland, who had worked for half a day, still sweated profusely. The knight didn't care much about this, and handed over the armor to the soldiers for them to maintain in a unified manner. The knight, dressed in a single coat and looking like an ordinary old peasant, walked barefoot towards his home.

Every knight in Desmond had a room in the castle, but as a local, Roland naturally had a separate courtyard. Roland stepped on the familiar road, followed the country path, and soon came to his own courtyard. However, what is slightly different from usual is that the wooden door of today's small courtyard is ajar. Someone seems to be in there.

Into the thief?

Desmond used to be too poor, and those who could afford it would have left to earn a living elsewhere, without worrying about thieves. But now, thanks to everyone's efforts, the situation in the territory is gradually improving. And because of a few Desmond specialties, there are gradually more people. There are more people, and various problems are slowly emerging.

The former robbers, the current thief Desmond, still have too few soldiers, even with the addition of the members of the Storm Shamisen. It's one thing that veterans are strong, but that doesn't change the fact that they're scarce. There are so many things that Sinloth focuses on. There are also too many places that need manpower, and it is normal for the soldiers to not be able to take care of them.

Thinking of this, Roland clenched his fists and moved his muscles slightly. adjusted his breathing, quietly slipped into the small courtyard, and hid in the corner to peep. However, there was a difference from what he expected. There were indeed people in his small courtyard, but they were a very familiar petite figure.

The brown-haired girl held a wooden sword in each hand. The shoulder-length hair was tied into a ponytail at random, and it kept jumping with the girl's movements. The girl swung the wooden sword in her hand forward intently. Her forehead was already covered with a layer of crystal sweat, but she didn't have time to wipe it, and she didn't even notice Roland's arrival. She kept adjusting her pace, the whole person was constantly jumping and spinning like a dance, and her hands turned into a phantom, which made it difficult to see.

Yes, the girl in front of him is his adopted daughter Lloyd a few days ago. He already has a daughter and is no longer alone. And obviously, she is working hard to train herself. This was supposed to be a good thing, but when she danced the sword, she was full of Du Barry's shadow, which had to make Roland worried.

It's not that Du Barry's swordsmanship is not good, but the female knight who can be recognized by Arian Heard is not only her own talent, but also her own perseverance is quite commendable. Du Barli's swordsmanship is as steady and solid as her own behavior, but her style is not suitable for true knights.

Perhaps because she was accustomed to skirmishes, Du Barry's swordsmanship was too high-speed, and she pursued lightness and elegance. It's nothing in itself, speed is the key to success in a lot of cases. But on the other hand, the strength of each sword is much worse. Extremely fast swordsmanship is naturally very advantageous when dealing with enemies who generally do not have excellent armor, but in large-scale frontal battles, such a lack of direct lethality is bound to suffer. In the face of those tin cans, the sword that pursues speed is not even as good as the rigid riding gun.

"It's a good look, it's already a bit like Du Barry, so it's not okay, let her like it."

Roland sighed in his heart, but still dismissed the idea of persuasion. Everyone's path is their own choice, just like themselves, with dreams, they left their hometown with their dreams, and how many times they have suffered and regretted it over the years. But if there was no insistence on going his own way back then, how could there be the current Bannings Knight?

The rights and wrongs of this have long been unclear. Since Lloyd believes that the path she has chosen is the right one, as long as she does not make any too big mistakes of principle, let her continue on her path. He was a knight himself, but Lloyd wasn't going down that path.

Roland's heart was relieved, and his breath was inevitably a little disordered. However, Lloyd, who was originally dancing the sword, seemed to be suddenly awakened, and suddenly stopped the movements in his hand. With a sword in both hands, she put on a defensive posture and shouted loudly in the direction where Roland was hiding, "Who is it?" Who's where? ”

In addition to his own martial arts and riding skills, the sense of danger around him is also a compulsory subject for every knight. After all, the situation on the battlefield is too complicated. No matter how heavy the armor is, it is difficult to keep it completely, and at this time, the only thing that can be relied on is the knight's own sense of the things around him.

Since the Sunday school has opened a sword fighting course, it is natural that the children will also be trained in this area. But Lloyd's reaction was too terrible, she had only been learning swords for a few months, right? I saw that he deliberately hid his breath before, but he only made a slight flaw and was discovered by her?

Although he wondered if he had lived to a dog for so many years, Roland still walked out of his hiding corner with a sneer: "Lloyd, don't get excited. It's me. ”

"Father? You're back. ”

It was night, in Roland's courtyard. Roland, who had just washed off his dirt, sat on the stone bench in a single coat, looking at the bright starry sky above his head in a daze.

"Father is really, why didn't he say a word when he came back, it scared me." The petite girl grumbled and placed a pot of freshly cooked soup in front of Roland. The girl took a wooden bowl and filled it with a bowl for her father: "Aunt Jenny taught us yesterday, this is the first time I have made it, you can taste it." ”

The white soup is fragrant. Roland, who had been working for a long time, was already hungry, and he was naturally unwilling to continue to endure this thick soup. Although Lloyd said it was the first time he made it, the taste was superb. In the fragrant soup, the boiled frog legs sink and float from time to time. The hungry Roland didn't know what etiquette was, and drank the whole bowl of thick soup. Feeling the warmth slowly flowing into his abdomen, the knight couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh.

Having a woman in the house is different. Finally, I don't have to nibble on bread.

After all these months, Lloyd's eyes were still a little depressed. But finally it's not as lifeless as it used to be. The little bastards in Sunday school are a headache, but they are occasionally useful. The only headache is. Lloyd refused to call him Daddy. Although the title of father is an honorific title, it always seems a little rusty.

But Roland knew that this was not in a hurry.

Lloyd had just entered the room and pulled out a few loaves of bread, a small stack of rabbit meat, and a bottle of wine, when all he saw was Roland's smirking face and empty wooden bowl. Lloyd was helpless and handed the wine bottle to Roland: "This was sent by Brother Vincent a few days ago, saying that you don't have to drink the specialties in Venice so quickly, and I won't rob you." ”

The daughter's slightly complaining words were exchanged for the corners of Roland's grinning mouth, and the knight took the wine bottle, and after a casual glance, he said: "Lloyd's cooking is so delicious, I accidentally drank it all, hahahaha." ”

"Father, you"

Roland laughed, gulping down the wine in his daughter's dissatisfied eyes, perhaps too quickly, and the knight's face soon turned red: "Uh, I really haven't drunk the wine of Venice, it tastes very good"

Lloyd munched on the bread silently, but stopped criticizing his father. After getting along for the past few days, she already knows that although she will always look like a heartless uncle in front of people, Roland always seems to have something in her heart. Roland is not as heavy an alcoholer as he seems, but he seems to be planning to numb himself with alcohol and make him forget something.

What does Roland care about? Lloyd was reluctant to ask, just as Lloyd was reluctant to mention his brother's death. Perhaps, like Ling, it is not a good thing to forget all about it and start over.

"Lloyd, you know what?" The father and daughter fell silent all of a sudden, perhaps underestimating the intensity of Venetian alcohol, and Roland, who had drunk a few sips, turned red and stumbled over his mouth. Despite this, he still tried his best to talk to his daughter: "Man is not God, he is not omnipotent, whoever he wants to save means that he can't save anyone." All he can save is his own side, and the so-called heroes are nothing more than that."

Lloyd was stunned, put down the bread in her hand, she looked directly into Roland's gradually confused eyes, and looked serious: "Father, I don't blame you. You've done your best I'm grateful to you, after all, if it weren't for you and Brother Kemparella's desperate efforts to protect me and Rei, I'm afraid I'm afraid I'd already be grateful to you. ”

"Hahahaha" Roland shook his head, showing a self-deprecating smile, the knight poured wine for himself, and rarely confided in his heart: "But it's a little regrettable, when I was young, I always wanted to be a respected hero, saving all those in need, but I ended up becoming a war hound that everyone spurned, just creating a killing hero in vain Sure enough, there is a time limit, once you become an adult, it is difficult to achieve, if only I realized this earlier." If you had known it earlier, you wouldn't have been deceived by sweet lies like miracles in the name of dreams. If I hadn't insisted on it."

Roland poured himself a sip of wine, which clearly exceeded Roland's expectations, and the knight's eyes were red and he coughed violently. Seeing this, Lloyd quickly got up and patted him on the back.

"Father, pay attention, it's not a child anymore." Complaining slightly, Lloyd vaguely felt that Roland seemed to have something to say. Looking at Roland's wolf bèi's appearance, the girl's heart moved, and the ghost sent the god to say what was in her heart: "If my father can't do it, I'll do it, I'm not the same as before." ”

Yes, it's not the same anymore. Having shaken off her weak and powerless self, she has gained the strength to resist fate.

"Ahem," Roland coughed, "Dead girl, don't shoot so hard, you're learning magic, aren't you?" ”

The secret in his heart was punctured by Roland's words, and Lloyd's heart was shocked, and the hand that was originally patting his father's back also stopped. How much magic needs to be kept secret, even without Andiel's insistence, all the children know it. But now that the secret is known to her adoptive father, what should she do?

"Don't be nervous, my daughter." The daughter's obviously stiffened movements naturally couldn't escape Roland's perception, "Helmint's mouth, can you hide any secrets, Lord Sinloth's plan, I don't plan to interfere But before that, can you show me your magic?" ”

Lloyd was like himself as a child, and Roland understood Lloyd's desperate desire for strength. Although he wasn't going to stop her, he was still relieved if he didn't see it with his own eyes.

Hearing this, Lloyd exhaled deeply. And the eyes that were originally a little panicked slowly became firm, and two jumping flames began to slowly emerge.

"Father, this is my core magic burning heart." (To be continued......)

PS: That's right, I'm a double watch diestar