"The Holy See is my right hand, the Goldmers family is my left hand, and all my glorious achievements are inseparable from Roderick and Olves. ”

Hardly anyone objected to the words just uttered by His Majesty Hadi Dempsch, and Goldmers, who had been a great commander in military service for generations, and the Holy See, which established the faith of the nation, were indeed the two pillars of the empire.

But His Majesty's words are indeed a little exaggerated. Earl Tyron, the third son of the head of the Ifusa family, sneered, "There has always been only one pillar of the empire, or a group, nobles!

"What's more, our Patriarch, Lord Roderick, has been a dog for many years and has made outstanding achievements, how can Olvis, a fledgling little girl, compare with him. ”

Unlike the "madman" Runuk family, at this moment in the blue water castle on the shore of Swan Lake, the atmosphere of the Iphosa family dinner is lively and cheerful, the children and grandchildren laugh at the Orman Emperor in a sarcastic tone and humorous gesture, while the old men are smiling and eating slowly.

Although only a third of the people attended, the thriving Ifosa was still very vibrant.

"I agree with you, Uncle Tyron. "His Majesty Hardy, who is arrogant and arrogant, has always relied too much on flashy things, such as language, such as form, and he wants to hold all power in his hands, and the reins are the direction of the Empire." ”

"It really makes me laugh off my big teeth, if he wants to do all this, he has to count on the royal family to prosper, but when the throne meets the primogeniture system, which time is not bloody, which prince will satisfy a small fiefdom, and every time the ten major families come forward to end up. ”

"Be that as it may. "The deal between Olwees, of House Goldmers, and His Majesty is still off to a bad start, and I wonder what the lovely young lady, the new lord of the house, who is resolute and ferocious, asks of the Emperor. ”

"Isn't she just trying to stabilize her power?" The boy looked in surprise at his eldest uncle, who held a regiment of feudal officials.

Marquis Morton smiled and shook his head, "Every nobleman is not that simple, Morey, my nephew. Fighting for honor on the battlefield can strengthen your courage and physique, but if you want to swim against Orman, you need to learn to recognize illusions and use your intuition and experience to exploit enemy machinations. ”

"What kind of machinations can she, a fifteen-year-old girl, have?", Morey smiled disdainfully, glancing at his third uncle, Tyron, for approval.

"Hahaha.." The Marquis of Morton burst out laughing, and his laughter was filled with reproach that made Morey's father a little disgraced, and it was evident that his upbringing had made the boy of the most cunning of the House of Ephosa almost the child of a naïve farmer.

"Cripple Monroe" ascended to the throne by poisoning his tyrant father by his adulterous concubine at the age of eight, Nero the "Green Monkey" designed to drown his stepmother, the empress in charge of the court, at the age of ten, and "Blind Ferne" ambushed his two brothers who were about to murder him at the age of twelve. ”

"These are the most famous kings in the history of our Orman Empire!", the Marquis of Morton shook his head and sighed, "Age?!, my nephew Morey, the struggle for power sounds mean and simple, but it is actually complicated and bloody, it is not farm work, it requires you to use your muscles to work hard. ”

Morey sat up straight in shame and listened to his uncle's teachings.

"It's just that these kings are so more or less crippled that they have unimaginably powerful hearts than they can do at an unimaginable age. So they are in the minority, but Olweis is also one of the few. ”

The Marquis smiled, "Speaking of Olves, it was her luck with Kellogg's countermeasures, some means that we couldn't imagine, so how many years did she have to plan before she had the confidence to clean up her father's mess?"

In other words, how and why she did it, from childhood she wanted to replace her father. ”

Morey was a little confused, "What do you mean?"

"To put it simply, she is powerful and has a secret, and this secret is unacceptable to her father, and finding it, exposing it or not revealing it, tearing her apart or blackmailing her, is the way, preferably before she is in her fledgling. ”

"My nephew. The Marquis of Morton patted the best boy in the Ifosa family, who had only been on the battlefield for a long time, "Wisdom can make enemies your blades and turn crises into blessings." ”

"Conspiracy can be a means, but not a force, a tight and absolute power. "I'm grateful for the wisdom of your words, you, Usyk, and Erwin have indeed been one of the few guiding lights on my way up. ”

"Miss has won the prize. "But is it really necessary for us to walk so slowly, the journey to the province of Floda is very long. ”

"Who said I was going to Floda?", Olwes smiled softly, lifted the curtains, and looked at the smoke and dust behind the two thousand troops, "Am I going to let the Viper follow us into the distance? ”

The smoke and dust were getting closer and closer, and the faces of the people in the wind and sand could already be seen, and they hid their bodies in the cloth, and they wore chain mail that was not tough, because in the world of cavalry and archery pursued by humans, no one could beat the archers of the Peacock Kingdom.

"Oh, mercenary!", Olwes sneered, a pale green barrier loomed over the carriage with the spell, but she lifted the front curtain and jumped out, sticking to the ground to let the carriage pass, and the knights guarding the carriage dispersed far away at the command.

Thousands of arrows rained down from the sky, and the arrows made a sharp sound as they fell, but their speed was as high as their sound.

"Master!", Seniors swooped down and pulled Olwes to her horse.

The raging rain of arrows broke through the barrier, and smashed the eight handsome Friesian horses galloping at high speed to the ground like wind drills, along with the carriage.

"That's accurate!", Orves scolded through gritted teeth, no longer at ease, "I still want to go straight to the province of Boer with speed, even if there is some attrition along the way. ”

"Are you lamenting the enemy's archery skills or the ability to figure out your mind?" laughs Senior.

"You're still kidding me? Alveis scolded angrily, "Seeing that hill in front of us, let's run in an arc." ”

The second wave of arrows came immediately, like a salvo of naval guns on a ship, and the other side crossed the hill with a sharp turn, and could only watch the knights below pass away.

"My lord, the target swordsman regiment is on the horse of the knights, even the Anglomon half-breed horse can't bear the weight of two people for a long distance, they went around the back of the mountain, there should be a deception. ”

Emerging from the white cloth were a pair of long, narrow and piercing eyes, "Even if there is fraud, we must move forward, and the price offered by the employer has bought every one of our lives." They may also have the intention of escaping with a spare horse, which is not tolerated. ”

He thought for a moment and said, "Bow down and put on the scimitar saber." ”

The archers galloped forward, wanting to see Olves' backs, their blades chilling in the sun.

Suddenly, the horse in front neighed, and the rider was thrown out of the horse by the out-of-control horse, and the mercenaries who followed concentrated their wits on it, handed out the scimitar from their hands, and slashed at the tripwire with the sound of the wind, and with a "bang" only felt that their arms were numb and the sky was spinning.

Seeing the crowd of people in front of him flipping on their backs, and under the trampling like heavy cavalry crashing into the holy wall, the leader greeted the father and mother of this group of low-IQ slave soldiers, and the ancestor of Orves, who was with him.

"Damn a tripwire with Mithril!A thing that only a man who has a lot of money can build when he's free!", he didn't have time to think about anything else, "Leap over!

"Huh!" Olwes sneered, covering her mouth and nose with her left hand, and slowly drew her sword from her bosom with her right hand, touching the tail of the archers along with the knightly swordsmen hiding in the wind and sand raised by the mercenaries.

She had seen the hesitant figure of the group, the tip of the sword raised to shoulder height, riding through the throat.

The bayonets of the two thousand men stabbed sharply into the rear flanks of the archers, scraping silently like the scythe of death, and the cavalrymen, who were divided in front and rear, still wanted to jump and jump, not even noticing the butcher's knives behind them.

The leader smiled, and his horse leaped in a graceful arc in the air, the low tripwire of which was not worth mentioning.

He turned back triumphantly to show off to his lieutenant, but he saw only the yellow sand without a sound, and he intuitively felt that something was wrong, and suddenly the sound of the horse's hooves came, and he took two steps back vigilantly, and the shout did not stop him from raising his scimitar and splitting the things flying in the air in two.

A dripping dripping of blood spilled all over him, and he turned his head, and the tumbling thing finally stopped facing him, and it was his lieutenant staring at his eyes wide with fear.

His face was pale, his hands trembled a little, and he took the incredulous eyes of his men as he dismounted and buried the two bodies of the adjutant together.

The sound of the horse's hooves sounded again, and he couldn't hear so much anymore, this time with his back to the wind and sand, and the screams of his men flew with his head.

"Blood is sprinkled all over the land, and it is the best place for the warriors of the Peacock Kingdom. Olwess pulled down her horse's hooves and smiled at Seniors behind her, "Remember what the distant Piercing Duke did to the peacock marauders who galloped on land that didn't belong to them?

"Do you really want to do this? We're not blood-blooded vampires!"

"And they're not the intimidating pagan knights of the past! I don't like my enemies to appear a second time on the battlefield, which would mean that I, the new head of the Goldmers, have failed to make a good impression on them. ”

Olves unleashed a spiritual spell on them to help them accomplish a work that was less than a tenth of the magnitude of the project, and the tattered corpses hung like scarecrows on stakes over the flat wilderness, and the rooks chirped above the rivers of blood.

She stood in front of the knights of the clan who were kneeling on the ground and repenting, staring at the scene, the blood and the breath of blood reaching into the sky, "I can't find any reason for beauty, Tsepeshi True Ancestor, it seems that you should be a pragmatist now, and so am I." ”