The lord of the Highlands Norman called the fetus a curse of the devil, and Gülen gave the message on after much thought. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoIf Leona is the only one under his command, then there are many things that thieves can play with, but she also has a baroness, that woman will not let go of the mistakes of her rivals, no matter whether Glenn's intentions are good or bad, she will make the princess's trust in him waver, is Glenn that kind of idiot? Of course not.

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The princess Leona placed the parchment on the candle, her room was warm and wet, and it took a while for the parchment to emit a disgusting stench, but she didn't want the maid to deal with it, she didn't want Baldwin to know - he was full of expectations for the child, and when he knew that she was pregnant, he jumped up as literally as he could, and the former lord of Thundercastle kept counting the birth date of the child, and knelt at Leona's knee and vowed to have their child born in the Norman capital of the Highlands.

"Your Highness......" Leona's maid looked at her worriedly, she had vomited twelve times today, plus this time, a total of thirteen times, what she ate was almost the same as before, "Are we ......"

"Call the priest. ”

"Your Highness, we have enough gold coins......"

"Call the priest!"

The maid did not dare to disobey Leona's order, she quickly turned around and walked out, the priest in the same corridor in the room would probably come over soon, after each vomiting, Leona could get a little respite from this endless torture with the magic cast by the priest, but the priests also solemnly warned Leona that it was not a good thing to be used too much magic to restore glory and energy, whether it was for the fetus or for the mother- If there is any other way, it is probably the snow honey of the Silver Crown Forest, this white honey taken from the silver crown wood flower has a mild temperament and a light taste, which can well soothe the emotions of the fetus in the womb and the princess. But this snow honey is gradually becoming scarce due to the fall of the White Tower, if there is no war, then the new city built by the Singer elves in the territory of another Grand Duke will replace the White Tower as another trading point, but the war is coming, Grenada and the orcs have invaded the Silver Crown Forest, and the latest information tells them that the elves' enemies have been driven out of the Silver Crown Forest, the question is, can the princess Leona, or Birdwin, be ashamed to go and ask the elves for snow honey without shame?

When Leona and Baldwin were banished and exiled, the elves did as much as they could. And then there's Cremar, to be precise, he has little to do with Baldwin Donkray, and it's the elven ranger Kerryben who is a close friend of Kerryburn, and Klemar is half of Kerryburn's people, the dark-haired young spellcaster who not only frees them from King John's pursuit, but also allows them to represent their own territory, giving the exiled Highland Normans a place to live and recuperate. You see, at that time, hardly a grand duke, or king, or lord, allowed these brave knights to stop in their domains, half out of fear, half out of schadenfreude.

But they have little to repay him.

As for the Elven Ranger Kerryben, Leona hardly dared to mention the name, for if it did, there would be only awkwardness and silence between her and Baldwin—where did the armor and weapons they used to arm the soldiers come from?Where did the rare spellbooks used to recruit mages and warlocks come from?Where did the gold cups and silver plates that soothe the people come from, and reward loyal lords and knights? In the treasures of the Far North, the elves probably only took a rune fragment, or a small souvenir, but those may not even fit an ordinary small leather bag.

She sometimes even felt remorseful, maybe they should send an army, even if it was only a thousand, but that was what an ally should do, but the princess could swear to the soul of the old king, she never thought that the alliance of orcs and Grenada would be so vulnerable, she thought that if the Singh elves had to abandon the jungle and seek a place to live in her, she would agree, and whatever piece of Norman territory they wanted, she would try to negotiate with the lord there and find a way to repay the debt。

Yes, a heavy debt, and she didn't mind taking on it, even if Berdwin didn't stick to his original idea. She knew that he had given up his best friends and allies for her sake, for the sake of Norman—but he had already had too many shackles and chains on his body, and it was time for someone to take some of them off for him.

The priests came and quickly left, "Call Gen Gavin." Leona said.

The maid boldly gave a look of disapproval: "You need to rest." ”

"Let me see him," Leona insisted, occasionally wishing that she was just an ordinary woman, who would selfishly hold Berdwin and not allow him to leave her, or follow him closely, holding the banner for him, but as the last bloodline of the Norman royal family, the future ruler, even she herself would not allow herself to do such a shallow and stupid act: "Please. ”

The maid shook her head helplessly, she helped Leona sit up, put on a loose and warm cloak, and poured some cold water into the copper kettle containing pyroxene powder, the pyroxene powder immediately boiled and heated as soon as it touched the water, and the spices mixed in it immediately emitted a mellow and rich smell because of the high temperature, in the cold winter, this temperature and breath is very pleasant, but when it has entered April, even the Norman of the Highlands, it will also make people feel suffocated, but if she does not do this, the princess Leona will be chilled all over, and now she is like a cold-blooded animal, and she can only warm herself up by relying on the action of external forces。

Of course, it was not only the lords who were worried about this, but also Gavin and the knights, especially now that Berdwin had become more and more stubborn, they couldn't imagine what would become of Baldwin if he lost Leona.

Gavin took out his crystal ball, and after casting the spell, he carefully searched in the crystal ball, constantly changing the angle and position, and Leona found the position of Berdwin earlier than him, under the grizzly flag raised in the wind, the tall knight whose face armor had been lowered looked up at the sky consciously, between the steel and steel, Leona could see the gray eyes she loved, she showed a small and happy smile, this smile made Gavin sigh, he maintained the spell until Berdwin turned around and raised his arm, the knight beside him blew his horn, the peeping eye slowly pulled up, and Baldwin's figure shrunkLeona was still able to find him among the hundreds of knights, he was at the head of the conical formation, the vanguard of death, the spear of despair, the orcs scattered and fled under his horse's hooves and broadsword, and with the horn blowing again, the princess and Gavin could clearly see that in the wilderness, the knights' formation changed, from several small conical formations to a wide triangle, and from a wide triangle to a seemingly loose arc, the two ends of this arc continued to move closer to the other end, and finally closed, forming a large net that surrounded all the orcs。

Although there was only an image in the crystal ball and no sound, Gavin frowned unconsciously.

This is not the proper behavior of a knight, he said to himself, spinning the crystal ball so that the clouds obscure the rest of the scene, "Sorry, Your Highness," he said, "my peeping eye is obscured." ”

"It doesn't matter. Leona smiled and said, "Baldwin has won." ”

Yes, Gavin replied silently, he was victorious, but what was he doing? He cut off the limbs of the adult orcs, slit open their bellies, and dragged the little orcs on their feet behind the horses until they were reduced to minced flesh on the rocks.

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"This is not the behavior of a knight. ”

Bodwin looked up at the lord, even without the information of the Baroness or Glenn, he knew that this lord was one of the nobles, they despised him, mocked him, and thought that he was just a villain who was pardoned and gained power by deceiving and luring the princess Leona, they ignored his twenty years in Thundercastle, and never looked at the scars he left in every battle, and even Don Clay's surname was considered by them to be Morton Don Lane because he was old and confused to give such an illegitimate child, and there were some people who knew his true bloodline, and they were full of bitter hatred for him and Leona's children, only because his lowly blood polluted the noble Norman royal family.

But so what? He had done so much for Norman in the Highlands, and no one had the right to accuse him, to humiliate him, to despise him, except for the king and Leona.

Berdwin stood up, a body taller than most Normans, and even one would think that his orc-blooded body stood like a mountain in front of the lord.

"But the knight's quasi-side is for men," he said, in a deep and loud voice, "tell me, these monsters, these beasts, can they also be counted as humans?" he pointed to a fallen mill, "look at that mill, look at that stone mill, have you forgotten so quickly what we saw! They are eating our people, eating our parents, brothers, sisters, children!" Just like people eat pigs and sheep, eat them directly, roast them, cook them in a pot, and put the bones in a stone mill to grind them into powder and feed them to their horses!"

The lord was almost shrouded in his shadow, and he took a step back uncontrollably: "But ......"

"How are your wives and children?" said Baldwin suddenly, "your daughter is one of the lady-in-waiting of the princess Leona, and your wife, if I remember correctly, you once summoned a team of knights to send her back to her father's side. ”

"But I'm still here!" shouted the sir.

"But they're safe and sound!" said Berdwin, "You haven't experienced the painful memories of watching your loved ones and loved ones being eaten as food, but many people here do," he softened, with a bit of reproach, and a little forgiveness, "so you don't understand that monsters are treated differently than people - you see them crying, so do you see your people bleeding?"

The lord was about to say something, but another grabbed him, and he glanced at the people around him—the knights and soldiers who had almost all been gathered by the gray-haired lowly man from the orc land, almost all of them alone, full of hatred and jealousy—especially when he mentioned that the lord's daughter and wife were still happily alive.

The lord looked at his companion, who shook his head, they had made a mistake, Berdwin was of low origin, but this background allowed him to easily gain the trust and admiration of the soldiers and some knights, and he had more means than them in how to treat civilians- If it was in the old king's time, Birdwin's behavior of leaning down would only attract ridicule, but after the Norman of the Highlands suffered several disasters in a row, there were not one of the surnames embroidered on the tapestry, one of which still belonged to Birdwin, and on the other hand, the knights and lords who followed these surnames were either attacked by King John or plotted by Queen Mother Diane, and their death and disappearance caused a large gap in the center of power. And because of the need to resist and expel the orcs, Berdwin summoned countless soldiers, as well as the so-called knights he had promoted from among the lowly ones, who sharpened their blades in battle with the orcs, and when they set foot in the royal capital, there would be no one to stop them from entering the halls of the new king.

"In fact," said the lord's companion, "there is another thing we need to worry about. ”

"What could be worse than the present situation?" said the lord angrily.

The lord's companion glanced at the tent, which was so thin that it could not even block the wind, let alone the sound.

He was worried—whether the princess Leona would give up her throne to her husband, the father of her children—and put the crown on the filthy gray hair.

This is not without precedent.

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Mei Mi bit her lip, she was about to give birth.