The sun was setting low and the sky was cloudless.

The sea breeze was gentle, the sails had fallen, the blades were turned, the soldiers raised their spears, and a dozen knights pressed their hands on the hilts of their swords, and their spears and crossbows were erected, as if facing a great enemy.

They watched the dam's gaping mouth and the blue-skinned and red-eyed behemoth standing in the center, as the battleship slowly approached.

The sea rippled on Herzel Ponny's chest, the arms of a crane boom stretched out, and Doug Lane, dressed in the light armor of the Faroran infantry, held the black dragon battle flag, set off from the huge blue palm, stepped on a single-plank bridge built with an index finger, and stepped onto the deck.

The middle-aged man in white clothes and white armor on the opposite side greeted him, and Douglas knelt on one knee, beat his chest with his right hand, and respectfully performed a standard knightly kneeling salute.

They knew that the man was Count Bartola Collomo, a rank higher than him, and above all a true knight of the Raiders.

The castle needs to be named by the king, and at least eleven knights need to be stationed in a town in the normal establishment, and the knights must be of extraordinary rank, and the king himself accepts his orders to lead at least ten knights to kill.

Count Bartola was the famous Knight of the Castle of Changlinburg.

As for the Black Gem Island, he was given only one flag of the kingdom, and the knight was only Douglas, who had never met the king, and the king had no intention of summoning him, and the castles were numerous, and there were two, but they were too small, and the king was not interested in naming them.

In contrast, Douglas felt that he was a fake knight of the slasher, unable to hold his head up in front of the other party.

Douglas saluted respectfully, but the other's attention was on Herzel Ponny, and he didn't look at him at all, until the beast sank into the water, and the man said, "Douglais, that whale man is for you?"

Douglas stood up on his own and respectfully explained, "Tell Lord Battola that she is Lord Elwyn's...... Friend. ”

"Elwin...... Prince?" said Count Bartola, frowning, and after a pause in his words, he remembered that there was indeed a Lord of Elwyn, on the other side of the sea a few hundred miles away.

He has a serious face, and he usually doesn't like to laugh much, which is frowning and thinking, and his complexion is even more unkind but also a little more majestic.

Douglas carefully explained, "Yes, my lord, it is the third prince of the Silver Sand Collar, Baron Alwin. Recently, the situation on Black Gem Island has changed dramatically, and many unexpected disasters have occurred, but thanks to Alwin's help, Black Gem Island is what it is now. I was his messenger to tell the Marquis de Guernier what had happened. ”

Batora looked at Hezel Ponny in the distance on the sea and the castle, and said indifferently: "What the hell is going on, I will tell you first, and I will relay it." The Marquis of Guernier is now ...... Not available!"

In the most conspicuous cabin on the top floor of the battleship, the cracks in the shutters revealed bright sunlight, like the holy divine light sprinkled by the gods in the sky, and the muscular young man bathed in it and felt the warmth.

The deepest feeling comes from below, the hair sweeps the skin of the thighs, crispy, itchy, indescribable, where it seems to be surrounded by warmth and softness, in the warm water, with a soft touch, about to melt......

The petite slave girl changed her position, her skin was as smooth as brocade, and he continued to fiddle with her small head, her hair hanging down from her fair neck, but other than that, it was snow-white.

The red cherry blossoms on her fair face had something in her mouth, her cheeks were rhythmically bulging and tightening, her throat was squirming, and she made bursts of sounds, which made her heart beat faster, her blood gushing, and her mouth dry.

From time to time, she raised her water-clear eyes to look at him, with a sweet smile on her face, and lowered her head again, repeating seriously......

It's warm and soft to the touch......

The skin seems to be baked over a low fire, and the body is burning.

The sturdy young man snorted softly in satisfaction.

The joy of death was so short that it was quickly interrupted.

There was a knock on the door, as if it had been deliberately connected.

He exclaimed, utterly, "Come in, Count Bartola." ”

Pointing to the door, the delicate body that was about to crouch around like a kitten quickly got out of bed, picked up the robe on the ground and trotted on the white skin from head to toe, and passed by Batola, who followed at the door.

The Count opened both doors wide and let the sea breeze blow through the room, blowing away the smell.

Guernier jumped out of bed, draped himself over his body, tied up a ribbon, and walked barefoot across the room, filling himself with a mug in one hand and a gin jug in the other.

"It's worthy of being a disciple of Samantha the red fox, I haven't heard anyone at the door, how long has it been...... Are you listening to the corner at this time, if you want this kind of enjoyment, I can give you a few slave girls, but don't play the idea of a small salad, she belongs to me, no matter which hole no one is allowed to touch, I'm afraid of getting dirty. ”

Batora turned a deaf ear to these words, and when the wind was almost blowing, she closed the door and said, "You are too indulgent, and a man's energy should be used on the right path, and he should indulge in the pleasures of the bed all day long, and will not he delay his achievements on the battlefield?"

"I wish I was on the right path, but your little sister's mouth is tightly shut. After Guernier drank it all, he looked at Barto's serious face playfully, and poured another full glass, "You have to find a source for your anger, otherwise you will be suffocated." "You know," he took a second drink and poured the wine again, "what about you, Sir Batora, who is tightly wrapped every day, and looks like a gentleman, will not ...... No, I can't. ”

Guernier raised his glass to his lips and smiled wickedly at Gaybatola.

"I have a daughter and two sons, Lord Marquis. ”

"It means that I haven't tried hard enough. Would you like to have a drink, wine is also a good thing...... It's the same as water, but it can also dissipate fire, and you can drink it while talking about business. Guernier filled another delicate horned glass, raised it in the direction of Batora, and placed it back on the table.

Batora shook her head and smiled wryly, "Thank you, remember business...... We arrived, but things were not as expected, the rebellion was over, and Chris was dead......"

"How is it possible, the rebels weren't still outside the city yesterday, how could it be so fast, or is the elf's news inaccurate?"

"Things from early morning to noon. ”

"The tide of battle is changing rapidly!"

“...... There are people who can turn the tide. ”

All calculations came to naught, Batora sighed slightly, picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip: "Baron Elwyn took the lead, opened the city gate, the war has been settled, and the demon tortoise we have seen is also dead...... He's still on the opposite castle......"

“...... Baron Alwyn, which Baron Elwin, there is still an Elwyn on the Black Gem Island...... Wait, you mean Alvin......"

"Yes, it's your half-brother, Baron Alwyn, who has just been crowned Lord of the Silver Sands. ”

Thoughts were all in vain, and the Marquis of Guernier pouted on the bitter taste.

"How can this be reasonable, the planning has been in vain, all the hard work has been in vain, the elf who looks like a thin monkey, the weight is not low, and the money is spent in vain, we are ...... I made a wedding dress for someone else. ”

"It's not just our eyes on Black Gem Island. ”

"Nonsense, there is no outside force to help Black Gem Island build a sluice, and a single door can wipe out all the iron ...... on the island I just didn't expect it to be Alvin ......"

The young marquis looked at Middle Battola with inquiring eyes, and the middle-aged earl nodded affirmatively and said, "Elwin's messenger is asking to see you outside." Are you going to see him, or am I going to send him away?"

Guernier shook his glass, stared at the bright red wine, and thought for a moment, "Let him come in and see me." ”

"That's it?"

"Of course, the Marquis's meeting with the baron's messenger is eager, and he can't do anything about it, this is a corporal of courtesy, right?"

Count Bartola shrugged his shoulders indifferently and turned away.

"Forget it, the little baron's dog-legged Marquis Ben is not interested, let his master come to see me, remember to wear a knight's formal attire. ”

Batora, who stepped out of the door, turned his head slightly, a smile of inexplicable meaning appeared on the corner of his mouth, shook his head, and left.

In the room, Guernier raised his head and drank a glass of wine again, and said to himself: "His mother robbed my mother's husband, he robbed my territory, my Warcraft." Alvin...... It's really my good murderous brother. ”