"Won't you sit a little longer?"

Glancing at the dark sky outside, Layla ceremoniously held back.

Pleasant time is always short-lived, no matter what the world, no matter to whom, it is the same. Without paying attention, the two chatted for nearly four hours.

The two of them went from humanity to the land, from customs to food...... , there are almost no topics that cannot be said. If it weren't for the fact that night was about to fall, the two might still be able to talk for another hour, and it wouldn't be a problem.

Except, of course, politics.

In this situation where the emperor is critically ill and the heir is undecided. Politics is a sensitive topic, and no one will take the initiative to touch that string.

In addition, as a free businessman, go and talk to an active military officer about national affairs. It's annoying at the same time, but it's also suspected of being a spy of an enemy country. Although as a princess, Layla will not worry about these things happening. But in that case, things can easily get troublesome.

"Thank you for your hospitality. However, as a soldier, there is a rule that you must return to the camp before dark. I can't say thank you for your kindness. ”

Anna politely refused Layla's retention, and she still knew the rules of communication that existed in the upper class. This is one of the reasons why she hates dealing with nobles.

"Come in!"

Layla stood up, turned to the door, and said. After a while, a waiter walked in from outside.

Her long, blonde hair is tied in a bun at the back of her head. The mature face makes the maid outfit not have any feeling of incompatibility, but there is a hint of charm in the majestic momentum between the eyebrows. I saw her gently tugging at the hem of the skirt on both sides, so that the maid's skirt that covered her feet could expose her ankles.

A standard aristocratic etiquette.

"It's all ready!"

"It was a pleasure to chat with you, it was a really nice afternoon. ”

On the horse path in the middle of the garden, a carriage was already parked there.

"What is this?"

Before getting into the carriage, Anna noticed that there was a large gift box in the carriage. This made her, who had already lifted her right leg, retract it again. Turning around, he looked at the waitress behind him.

"It was a little bit of a heart from the host. ”

Although the waiter was smiling, his voice gave people a very cold feeling.

"Thank you for me, master. ”

Anna bowed her body and thanked her. After that, quickly, got into the carriage.

The coachman came running and closed the door, turned and jumped into the carriage.

The carriage slowly drove through the gate and out of the private mansion.

- On the second floor, Layla sat in a chair near the fireplace.

"Squeak......" (sound of the door opening)

"Are you gone?"

Layla stared at the burning fireplace, the flames staining her face red. Without turning around, she also knew who the person who appeared at the door at this moment was.

"Yes, Your Highness Princess. ”

"Diana, how many times have you said that when you are outside, you don't need to call me Her Royal Highness the Princess. ”

When facing Diana alone, Layla showed the look she should have had at her age. As long as she faces Diana alone, she will be coquettish and complain like a child.

"Yes. I made a note of it, Your Highness the Princess. ”

"Diana !!"

For this brainless personal maid bodyguard, Layla felt very helpless. No matter how hard she tried, Diana just couldn't turn the corner.

However, she is faithful to herself, and that is enough. Well, let's not dwell on this, let's correct her mistakes next time.

Thinking so, Anna seems to regard correcting Diana's dead brain as a kind of pleasure of her own.

"Your Royal Highness, I don't understand. ”

"I don't understand why I took the initiative to show favor to that girl, did I?"

"Yes!"

"Diana, do you know how old she was when she joined the army?" "Not even ten years old. "While we were still enjoying our mother's arms, she was already on a mission alone on the northern border. "She's the one who both her father and brother have named. "She is the one who the military will do whatever it takes to get her sister. ”

Layla seems to have so much to say about Anna. It's not that this person is peculiar, at least in front of people. However, she has been able to save the day in every crisis.

"Soon, we will face a very difficult test. And she is likely to be an opportunity to turn defeat into victory. ”

Diana didn't speak, as a special waiter, her duty was to serve and protect her master from any harm. And, of course, be a loyal listener to your host.

She does not have the right to express her opinion, nor does she question any choice of her master. The occasional question is just a correct reaction to the perception of the owner's restlessness.

"By the way, Diana, how long has it taken you to master the operation of the "barbarians". ”

Diana lowered her head and thought for a moment, "It took about three months before and after!"

"Any idea how long that guy has been using? a month. "No, the time to collect the experimental parameters in the middle is not even fifteen days to be exact. ”

"How is that possible?"

Diana finally showed a look of incredulity. She has a deep understanding of the memory when she first came into contact with the mecha. It was an experience she never wanted to do again in her life.

Diana, like Anna, is a self-developed operation idea. At the beginning, she was not as lucky as the people in the 102 Brigade.

"This is the reliable disappearance I got from a friend. ”

LAYLA'S MIND CONJURED UP HUGH LUGUE'S FIGURE.

Hugh LUGE, like Anna, was involved in the entire process of the original "Barbarian" from prototype to mass production.

The Eastern Front in the suburbs of Sukaran Federation Wicot late at night

The red flames and the loud boom of the explosion rushed towards the city of Wickot at the same time. The dark smoke darkened the already star-scarred sky, and it felt like it was going to be swallowed up along with the night sky.

The city was filled with footsteps, shouts, and screams. Men screaming and running away, women crying and screaming with bloody hands, corpses that are so mutilated that they can no longer distinguish their gender (perhaps more accurately described as corpse pieces).

The inhabitants of the Federation of Cities would never have dreamed that war would befall them.

The originally stable life was wiped out in an instant.

The most helpless is still the supreme commander of the Federation who lives in Wickot, Count Francisco Martinez. Just now, two hours ago, he was still deliberating with his staff team about how to retake a few towns on the outskirts of Wiccott.

At the moment, he could only watch the raging fire through the windows of the mansion. It took a week to assemble the four light cavalry to form a legion, and more than half of them were burned to the fire. And on his own side, he doesn't even know what the other party looks like.

Outside, the coverage of the targeted area of artillery fire continues. For Francisco, the war was no longer fought. The Kahlan people lost, and they lost completely.

"Is it finally here?"

He spoke in a calm voice, as if everything outside had nothing to do with him.

Francisco looked back and saw that it was a member of his staff team, Bamal Lopez. At this time, Bamal was still willing to stand by his side, and the others had long since run away.

Unlike the rest of the Calans, Bamar has half of the Strandan blood in his blood, and his unique skin and slightly pointed ears make him a very lowly status in the Federation.

Even, under those slave armies.

If Francisco hadn't stumbled upon his talent, he probably wouldn't have died many times. Perhaps, it is precisely because of this kindness that he has chosen to stay by Francisco's side until now.

"Residents in the vicinity have been sent to evacuate. The only army that could be called upon was one of Hayes's hussar guards. ”

A few days earlier, Bamal had suggested that it was not possible to concentrate all the legions in the city. However, he was overthrown by other aides on the grounds that it was better to centralize management, and even once asked Francisco to temporarily detain Bamal on the charge of "alarmism".

As it turned out, Bamal's inference was correct. The army that was gathered together was instantly served by the Imperial Army.

"Really?"

"My lord, if you don't leave, it's too late. ”

The Imperial Army is now getting more and more comfortable fighting, with artillery coverage, group advances, and rapid counter-forces interspersed. If nothing else