Although the peace treaty was signed, the expeditionary force was still delayed in St. Omer for a long time, because their commander-in-chief was too badly wounded to withstand the bumps of long-distance movement, and because the volunteers who had scattered and fled before tried to help the orthodox royal family recover Neustria had harassed many places in St. Omer and needed to try to suppress the collection of war reparations (depending on whether they were facing the Queen of the Virgin or the General Staff), the expeditionary force was still delayed in Saint-Omer for a long time, until the spring was about to bloomWhen the farming season in Neustria called the able-bodied laborers back to their hometowns to farm, they reloaded their ships and returned to Neustria.

It took them a lot of effort to load the ship, and it can be seen that Adair did not make a trip to St. Omier in vain, he loaded the ship with many heavy chests and bags, and sacrificed half of his own bedroom to carry the "liberation" capture. When the ship sailed, his cabin was as well used as Her Majesty's office in Aronael, so much so that there was no need for turbulence. However, he was not the only culprit responsible for the increase in the weight of the fleet, and it was clearly necessary to bring them all back to Neustria in order to oversee the other side of the peace treaty in order to enforce the terms of the peace treaty. Also, seeing the expeditionary force in bright armor and conquering everything (don't dwell on what they conquered), or hearing about the incorruptibility of the Neustrian pope (and not ending up with it!). As a result, there were many immigrants who volunteered to go to Neustria, and for this reason, Adair and others "liberated" some ships before taking them all.

In the eyes of the rest of the expeditionary force, the former powerful Orthodox royal family was so vulnerable that the royal family of St. Omer did not stand up for them. It can be seen that the vast world has done a lot, and Her Majesty the Queen may as well liberate all the way to the Eternal City. No, no, it's the restoration of the Eternal City. When the time comes, choose a satisfactory one to be the pope, ascend the throne and become the emperor, and the world can be decided! However, Luo Yi resolutely rejected this temptation!

Neustria's burden has already been lifted beyond her shoulders, and a few more countries that have not been unified since the beginning of the world are put on her shoulders?

She didn't want to die of overwork so early.

So in the midst of the regretful sighs of a group of loyal courtiers, the queen (now the orthodox queen) gave an order, and the expeditionary fleet, which had expanded considerably, pulled anchor and set sail for Nyustria.

"The orthodox name of the Neustrian royal family was given away like this?" In the cabin. A voice questioned sharply, apparently the owner of the voice was very upset by this fact.

"It's all in her hands, and you can have a good attitude when you take the initiative to send it," said the duke, "This world, after all, is still a world of strength - you are breaking through the city too fast, even if you have the name of orthodoxy in hand, the troops you have gathered are vulnerable." So what is the use of this name other than as a gift? ”

“…… But why don't you resist a little longer! ”

"It's all here, it's useless to resist, it's better for you to ...... first"

“NO！” This Gong Dou Master is definitely not my father! I don't recognize him!

Scott rubbed his head with a headache, this loyal old servant had been praying for the young master to be recognized. Returning to his father's name, now all his prayers had come true, but he could hardly admit that it was true—the Duke spoke eloquently about how justified his confession of the expeditionary force. The commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force refused to accept it, just as he refused to accept the Duke as his father.

Since he's recovered a little. Since doctors allowed family visits, a similar father-son battle has been a daily fixture in the ward. Become the object of a group of medical staff onlookers and long boring hours, especially ......

Bao'er holds a charcoal pen between her slender fingers, and her talent is not only to give gastric lavage enema, but she brushes a few times and draws a sketch on the back of the registration book.

Scott didn't want to know anything about her talent, let alone what she had drawn today.

Last time, he accidentally aimed at it once and was blind on the spot.

He recognized the clothes, but ...... What the hell is a blonde double ponytail! What the hell is tying a bow!

I'd rather fight a whole team of enemies! At least those can be dealt with with an axe!

He once tried to protest once, and the answer was: "My paintings are all-age, and you don't complain about XX's paintings for Mao......"

He didn't want to know what XX was drawing.

He cursed the army that had reunited his master's father and son, O gods, worse than they had not encountered.

However, this kind of trivial matter will naturally not be reported to the queen before the case, she has a lot to worry about, and no one will pass on a captive's complaint to her, especially when the subject of the complaint is now in charge of the physical and mental health of the entire fleet, and can use the "suspected infectious disease" at any time to lock up the person who offended them in a small black room, no one who can contact the queen Xià will be so stupid.

Other than that, the voyage was quite smooth, and after a series of sweeps, the nearby pirates had maintained a considerable respect for the suspicious galleon, so much so that the hope of a group of men led by Adair was dashed to make a small fortune along the way, and there was nothing else to do but sail, and the road was peaceful.

When the outline of the dark blue Neustrian mountains appeared in the distance, Luo Yi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, oh, the war that I first stepped out of the country was finally over, and I also returned home!

Home, home!

Luo Yi didn't feel that there was any "home" in this world in the past, her relatives and friends were in another world, this world was cruel, unfriendly, low in material level, and even lower in spiritual civilization, which was not suitable for a modern person to survive, but she had worked and fought for this country for so long, so she had already smelled the smell of "hometown" from the sea breeze before she even set foot on the land of Neustria.

She seemed to hear that the mountains of Neustria were calling to her, and she seemed to be able to see that the wet, Neustrian land was calling to her!

The vastness of the world, with its majestic mountains full of fir and pine trees, and green moorlands full of reeds and rush grasses, knew that the green mountains and waters of Neustria were different to her after this journey—that this was her home!

She smiled at the thought of the land she was about to set foot on and the crowd that welcomed her, a smile that came from the heart than the grinning smile she had learned she had become the "Orthodox Queen."

"Oh, I'm going to see you again soon, my relatives and friends......"

As she had expected, she saw a crowd of people on the dock who were cheering her on, but one of them, at the front, surrounded by heavy guards, had a distinguished position that she did not recognize.

"Who is this bamboo pole?" She stared at him for a long time, and with each passing second, the other party's attitude became more and more unfriendly, her eyes were sharp, her eyebrows were raised, her lips pursed and pursed, and she was on the verge of exploding - she knew that the other party recognized her, and should respond quickly for the sake of politeness - even the archbishop next to her pushed her more than once, but she still didn't remember, he had to quietly remind, "Your Majesty, that's your son." ”

"What!"

The docks were crowded with people to welcome their queen home, but she no longer recognized her own home. (To be continued......)

PS: The fourth volume of "Glorious Years" is over, and tomorrow is the trailer for the fifth volume of "No Regrets".