Eve had a bad past two days, in fact, since she came all the way to Nord, she had not had a good time - first subverted her perception of Nord, and then since the founding of the Knights, she had been experiencing difficulties that she had not encountered before. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info She's hit more walls in just over a week than she's had in all the previous sixteen years combined.

"Cold-blooded Yar refused to treat Arthur!" Eve was still worried about Arthur's safety, and she handed him her money bag, but she doubted that he would be able to treat his wounds as promised. "If only I could have a full knighthood...... Although it was late at night, Eve couldn't sleep at all, and she was always thinking lately that if she had a large number of knights under her command and were loyal to her, she would not have to be subject to restrictions everywhere. She could force her way through Fort Rudaburg without even looking at the eyes of the Santa bastards, she could judge those who dared to stand in her way, and no one could question her decision, and she didn't even have to go out herself, she just sat in her office and drank two cups of good tea to see Francis and Thomas escorted to her. Yes, Eve longs for power, for power, she used to think she had enough power, but this journey has given her a deeper understanding of the world.

However, cranky thinking can't solve the problem, she is still a prisoner of Rudayar, and Rum is fighting on the front line, I don't know when I will be free to save myself, and Eve doesn't want to rely too much on Rum's strength, she wants to prove that she can be independent.

Thinking about these trivial things, coupled with the weird, pungent smell of the whole room, Eve had even more difficulty falling asleep, and it happened that Eve felt a little anxious, so she simply set off directly to the place of reincarnation.

"At least the Nords have a good toilet, that's their only good thing. Eve couldn't help but think that the Nords had nothing to do with cleanliness, but even the most scruffy Nords knew that the toilet was the only place that had to be cleaned.

Just as Eve was about to go to the toilet, she suddenly heard something strange. Eve immediately became alert, her sword was confiscated, and Eve had to grab a broom and search for the source of the sound. After a while of searching, Eve had to come to a ridiculous conclusion - the sound was coming from a dung pit!

Eve swallowed, and she couldn't help but think of some of the grotesque tales that she had only heard from Mr. Ritchie as a child.

The voices grew louder and louder, and there were faint whispers, and Eve nervously held the broom in her hand, no matter what came out of the hole, she would never let him crawl out unscathed.

Time passed little by little, and the louder and louder voices made Eve more and more nervous. Finally, when Eve couldn't take it anymore, a human head appeared in the hole!

There was no time to scream, Eve used all her strength and smashed it hard!

"Ma'am, your strength rivals that of the famous knights, and I feel like I've just met Embra himself. "The head wasn't zombie or ghost, but belonged to a poet named Orlando Dragtoki.

"Orlando, oh my God, you're disgusting! Why are you in the dunghole?" Eve saw the man's appearance and removed the broom from his head, but didn't have the courage to touch him.

"Actually, I'm not alone. Orlando crawled out, and the man who followed him was Arthur, who had just experienced a fierce battle, and was supposed to be lying on the hospital bed, and he was followed by several strangers, whom Eve did not know, but from the way they were dressed, they were all mercenaries.

Eve couldn't turn her head for a moment, she didn't have time to think about why they were here, but Eve understood what was most important at the moment. "You, everyone, clean yourselves up, now!"

Two quarters of an hour ago, on the side of the castle, in the little moat, or rather, the sewers, Arthur, Orlando, Salander warriors, and a few mercenaries were advancing in the murky waters.

"Honestly, I don't mind the smell really. Orlando pinched his nose and followed Arthur very reluctantly. "It's just dozens of times worse than the smell of Paravon, and it really doesn't bother me. ”

"Although the Nords always smear their furniture with the foul-smelling paste, they pay attention to how to remove excrement from their dwellings, I mean, the nobles. Arthur said with emotion that the Swadians did not pay much attention to sewers, and even now, the sewage system used is the technology of the ancient Carrad period. "Thanks also to the good habits of the Nord people, their sewers are big enough for people to pass through. ”

"Yes, when they see a sudden addition of a head in the manure pit, they will be frightened. Orlando kept complaining, the smell almost making him want to kill himself, and the power of the three layers of cloth did not diminish in the slightest.

"Don't complain, at least it's safe enough, or you'll try to fight against a full three hundred Nord warriors, not counting their apprentices. The Salander warrior comforted Orlando, seemingly unresponsive to the pungent smell.

"Come on, McGid, why don't you take off your turban and talk?" Orlando gave him a blank look, which, in the words of the Southerners, was standing and talking without a backache.

"Alright, here we are, gentlemen, and may Embra bless you from getting stuck in the toilet. Arthur said maliciously, and then climbed up the passage where the dung was still there.

It was already midnight, and there was no one to be seen on the streets of Vayezeji, except for the occasional drunken man who was carried home by the guards. But today was an exception, a group of well-trained mercenaries in the silent streets, quietly approaching the lord's castle.

The Nords do not impose curfews, at least not most of the time. Therefore, the patrol force at night was not large, and the group did not make much effort to come to the castle.

"Look, it's exactly like the kid said, the door is unguarded, but there are quite a few secret sentinels nearby. The Nord mercenaries at the head couldn't help but secretly admire Arthur's insight, and only went in and out of here a few times before they noticed these details. "It is impossible to break through head-on, and there are many people patrolling the castle tower. What should I do?

"Of course, don't do anything stupid, or you'll feed yourself to the raven. The taciturn mercenary said that he had stopped some of the Nords who had been unable to hold back on their feet, and that the plan was to wait until the patrol changed shifts before they could start moving.

"Watch over them, don't be a little lax, haha, we're pulling teeth from the tiger's mouth, don't lose your life. The blonde man was sharpening his spear, and it looked like he was ready for a fierce battle.

They waited quietly, and since the boy was right about one thing, they had reason to believe that the rest of the land was right.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned, because the lord of the place, Ruda Bluebeard Valor, was for some reason sneaking into a maid's room, and unfortunately he ran into someone he shouldn't have touched.

"Do you know the consequences of this? Attacking a Yar is an unforgivable crime. Bluebeard was tied up and carried all the way to the city gate.

"Don't worry, my lord, people will only remember our heroic rescue of Lady Falst, and not care if you have been wronged. Orlando said, not caring about Yar's majesty.

"We didn't want to make such a big fuss, so we can only say that tonight is not our lucky day, so we can only ask you to help us open the city gates. Arthur said indifferently, and while it was unplanned, it wasn't that bad.

"You don't want to threaten a Nord, and you killed my best friend in that diabolical way. Bluebeard's tone revealed anger, Matt was not only his number one warrior, but also his good comrade-in-arms, I don't know how many battles he followed him to survive, but he didn't expect to die at the hands of such a small Swadian man.

"Whatever you want, as long as you're in our hands anyway, your soldiers won't do anything that would endanger you. Arthur didn't care about his attitude, because he was the biggest bargaining chip in his own right.

As Arthur had predicted, with the rapid sound of the alarm bell, Eve and the others stepped out of the castle with Bluebeard.

"What happened? Didn't you say we really had to face three hundred Nord warriors?" the Nords were a little confused, but they didn't expect them to kidnap Bluebeard.

"You just need to know that the situation has changed, that the horses are ready, and that we need to get on our way before we are surrounded. "Those mercenaries in ambush had been prepared for a long time, although they were not used to deal with this situation, but the cold arrows, throwing knives, and stones that flew from nowhere successfully stopped the Nord warriors.

"Pick any one, it's all good horses from Virginia!" said the Nord, pointing to the horses tethered behind him. "Very well, we disperse and evacuate and assemble at York Village tomorrow at noon. Arthur hurriedly commanded, and led Eve and the others to the north gate.

"Everyone! Separate and retreat! Don't be caught by these stupid donkeys! They don't mean human feelings!" Everywhere, fanatical religious elements are awe-inspiring and disgusting. The mercenaries evacuated in a very gradual manner, first riding away with slings, and finally some sturdy archers, who became mounted archers after getting on their horses, and continued to block the Nord warriors.

"I can't believe we've achieved our goal without bloodshed, and your talent is impressive, Mr. Arthur. McJid praised from the bottom of his heart, saying that the people of Salander valued wisdom far more than martial prowess.

"I'll wait until I figure out what to do with him, alas. Arthur sighed, pointed to Ruda Bluebeard Valor, who was tied to his horse, and said helplessly.