"Ellie, Nanorka, are you awake?"

Mariana knocked softly on her daughters' door, but received no answer. Originally, this kind of thing was to wake up his daughters, but it was always Sinloth who came in person. But today the lord is a little strange, I don't know why, he made an awkward scene, twisted around on the bed alone, and refused to come to call his daughters to get up. In desperation, Mariana had to go into battle herself.

Although Sinloth is also cute like this.

Mariana knocked on the door again, but received no answer. Madame knew in her heart that the two silly girls probably hadn't woken up yet.

With a squeak, Mariana pushed open the door, and sure enough, she saw two stupid girls sleeping in a daze. The two little ones in their pajamas were huddled in tiny balls, snuggling up to each other, while the poor thin blanket was on the floor. Looks like Sinloth did a useless job last night.

And in Nanoka's arms, she was still holding Cinnos's pants tightly. Seeing this, the smart lady smiled lightly, and instantly understood why Xinluo was making an awkward fuss today.

"Nanorka, wake up." With a smile in her eyes, Mariana called out to her two sleeping daughters.

"Woo don't" Nanoka hugged her father's pants and did not wake up. As if he had a nightmare, he whispered: "You can't be there to be a baby's room, it's ≦ ♀ be considered a father."

What kind of dream did you have? Mariana thought and pinched Nanorka's smooth little face: "Get up, Nanorka." The sun is going to burn your ass. ”

"Yikes!" Who knows, it's just a light touch. The little girl seemed to be greatly stimulated, and with the girl's scream. The girl's whole body seemed to melt away, and she collapsed on the bed.

What kind of dream did she have?

Mariana still didn't know what kind of dream Nanorka had, and no matter how much she asked, the girl wouldn't say. Although it is just a dream, it doesn't matter, but a woman's intuition tells her that this matter should not be so simple.

Could it be, Nanoka is only eight years old. Even if it's an engagement, it's too early. And this girl is either in class with the children in Sunday school, or hiding in the cellar, rarely going out, how can she be attracted to other boys?

Randy and Lloyd are dangerous. Lloyd's mental state had gradually improved, and the vitality seemed to return to this lovely little girl, not as worrisome as before. Although it is a good thing that the little girl came out of the darkness, Roland doesn't know if she would like to have a son-in-law so early?

Well, something is going to happen anyway. At most, let Roland break Randy's legs. Well, I have to add that crazy girl Xia Li.

Silently considering the trivial matters of these territories in her heart, Mariana once again put her hand into the bed, and a gentle smile appeared on her face: "Dear. Got up. ”

"It hurts, it hurts! Mariana, don't pinch my face! ”

Because on the warship, there are some activities that are not open. And in the waters near Ireland, there are no decent pirates. Knights who have nothing to do. I had to huddle in the cabin and joke with each other.

And this. And where the opportunity for Helmint lies. Although it was strange why the lord suddenly had this thought, but looking at the lord's black face, the kiss marks on his neck, and the redness and swelling on his face, the magician thought that it was better not to ask.

Now it's Hermint. Re Moore's turn!

So, who should I start with? The magician reached into his pocket, pulled out a honey candy from it, and shoved it into his mouth, and began to look at the cabin.

The young knights always had a lot in common, and they got together to joke quietly. And Roland, the veteran oil, still says some meat jokes from time to time. And the sturdy female knights were not to be outdone, and also fought back with all kinds of foul language, saying that the old rascals retreated, and the scene was very harmonious. And the only ones who weren't in the crowd were Arian Heard and Count Lori.

Speaking of this Count Lori

Helmint squinted, his mind recalling the count's message. The Earl had not been in Desmond for a short time, probably only a few months, but he was undoubtedly one of the core members of the Sunday School. There are many things that inexperienced lords ask him for, and he can always give them some good advice. It didn't take long for everyone to get used to his existence, as if he were a member of Desmond himself.

The Count was a real gentleman - though he occasionally teased the schoolgirls and made inconsequential jokes with them.

It's like a classical aristocrat from the most beautiful fairy tale, but, is it possible? Helmint didn't know. He didn't know what the Earl's past was, and he didn't know what the reason was, so he left his fiefdom, left Armenia, and followed Shanaiduo all the way, but lightly abandoned the noble lady and came to Desmond. Such a young and capable aristocrat should have greater ambition and ambition. But a man's instinct tells him that it's better not to ask.

In the cabin, the Count hid quietly in the corner, and he rarely took part in the conversation of the knights, drawing silently. And on the canvas that has not been unfolded for a short time, a hazy and beautiful girl is reclining on a chair, looking extremely serene.

He can't control this, so it's better to change someone. Well, the twenty-eight-year-old Arian Hurd. Miss Alfred.

Miss Knight was quietly tending her long splendid blond hair with a beautiful comb made of ivory. I don't know what's going on in my mind, and I always seem to be a little preoccupied.

"Miss Arian Hurd, do you have time now?"

Arian Hurd looked up, only to see Hermint's stupid face with a smirk. The white-haired young man had been in the realm for some time, though he had not been given any work by his lord. But he still often takes the initiative to help the knights, and Arian Hurd is a little familiar with him.

"Just call me Arian Hurd. Can I help you? Al Ann Hurd seemed taken aback, and quickly put away his ivory comb. With a blank face, he asked seriously.

"Actually, it's nothing." Although marriage is indeed a powerful weapon for the family, this kind of thing is always about your love and my willingness. It is especially sensitive for such older ladies. Hermint pondered and asked cautiously, "I just want to ask, do you have a lover?" ”

Arian Hurd frowned, and a little cold light gradually began to emerge in the holy green pupils. Helmint only felt as if he was in the boundless snowflakes of the outer snowfield. A little chill in the heart slowly spreads throughout the body. It was as if in the next moment, a sharp spear would pierce his heart.

"Did you want to ask it yourself, or did you ask it for someone else?" The cold light in the knight's eyes continued to flicker, and the killing intent condensed through thousands of battlefields gnawed at Hermint's heart little by little, "A person should only love one person in his life." ”

Damn, what's wrong with this thing, why is it as furious as eating a fireball?

Hermint didn't know what he was guilty of. Although he felt that Arian Hurd seemed to mean something, but in this moment, let Hermint tell how to tell it. Threatened by the knight's cold momentum, the magician shrunk his neck. Fled.

"I'm sorry, I took the liberty of it."

Seeing the magician flee into the distance, Arian Hurd breathed a sigh of relief. Trying to quiet the frantically beating heart in her chest, she didn't know. Why did you just lose your temper? The knight took out his ivory comb again, his determined gaze full of bewilderment.

"Yes. Alone"

"I say to you, don't believe you. The strongest of the storm shamisen was not the infantry, but the Cossack cavalry" Roland poured himself wine and boasted to the young people about his experience: "The snow of that year literally froze people's ears and noses. And that employer didn't know what the nerves were, and we had to attack in that kind of weather. After all, we received money from others, and we didn't do anything, didn't you see, those Cossack cavalry seemed to be crazy, stepping on half-human high snow, brandishing sabers out of the wind and snow, those heretics just crawled out of the house, they were macheted, and the whole white snow was dyed red, that miserable"

"Since that Cossack cavalry is so powerful, why don't you want to let them stay, Uncle Roland?"

I don't know who asked the question, but it was clear that it hit the nail on the head. Roland slapped his thigh, his face was extremely entangled: "Who said it wasn't?" But the Cossack cavalry was asked for by a certain lady. And those guys are all insane, and look down on anyone but the Rus, and I don't know anyone who can hold them down except for Big Sister Balalaika. Now the eldest sister has gone back to Ross, alas"

Roland sighed for a long time, full of pity. But the knights always felt in their hearts that the so-called Cossack cavalry must be nothing more than that, and it is not worth pity at all - the so-called peers are light, but so. After a little sigh, everyone quickly became lively again and talked about other topics.

until

"Excuse me, everybody."

"I believe everyone understands the truth, so I won't say it a second time here. For Desmond, I hope you will do your part. I will arrange a few beautiful young ladies with a good family background, and they will definitely not insult everyone's lintel Of course, this is not what Lord Xinluo meant, it is all voluntary. ”

Although she is said to be a young lady, she may not have a high family background if she can be matched with the knights.

Helmint's mention was a surprise to the knights, but for young people, a future partner was undoubtedly a very good person to talk about.

Bismal stroked the sword in his hand, closed his eyes, and smiled but did not speak. And Roland also gulped down the wine, and said with some drunkenness: "I have Lloyd." ”

"I know that." Hermin nodded, "This is my own request, and I will definitely not force everyone." ”

The knights whispered a discussion, but no one took the lead. Hermint's mention is somewhat surprising, but when you think about it, it makes sense. Van Zhuo, who had come from the royal capital, had no roots in Ireland, and it would be great if Sinloth himself could marry a noble lady from Ireland. But since he chose Marianna, as a vassal, they can only bless.

Xinlos is generous and young, and it doesn't matter if he laughs and scolds in ordinary times, such a good lord is not easy to find. The knights felt that it was time to do their part. After all, if his subordinates have a marriage relationship with other lords' subordinates, Fan Zhuo will be easier anyway, and many things will have a little more room to turn around, anyway, they who have experienced the battlefield, although they are still immature, they are no longer those little ghosts who will faint when they see blood. For pure love, there is also a little less longing.

"Speaking of lovers, I do have one." After discussing for a while, it was Jeremia who took the lead: "My heart belongs only to her, although our identities are very different, but my love for her will not change in this life, even if the angel of death takes my life." So I'm sorry, Helmint. ”

"When you say that, I seem to have heard you mention it once, is it the young lady you write to her every few days?"

"Yes, that's her." At the mention of his lover, Jeremiah couldn't help but smile on his face. I saw him take out a strand of long pink hair that was wrapped in his arms, and his eyes were full of tenderness: "There is nothing more beautiful than her, this is the treasure that the Lord has given me, my Aniah. Alstorem. So"

Hearing Jeremia's refusal, Helmint was not disappointed, his eyes were full of strange brilliance: "Scottish famous Alstolem? It's amazing! (To be continued......)