The month of February in Caiunescu is not destined to be peaceful, and everyone in the entire royal capital knows that the current prime minister is getting married, and the object is the commander of the thirteenth legion. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The info date was very coincidentally set on February 14th, which led to the once popular among the common people that "Valentine's Day is actually derived from the wedding anniversary of the great god of war, Saulgrande Leus". Although historians tell us that the above is complete nonsense, it seems to have had little effect.

The day before the wedding, in order to get an invitation to the Prime Minister's wedding banquet, the upper class of Caiunescu can be said to have performed eighteen kinds of martial arts. However, to their surprise, except for the list drawn by Sogrend and Chinna, the other invitations were actually decided through a very outrageous internal random lottery. Therefore, at the wedding scene on the day, many people of different identities can be seen on the periphery. From aristocratic ladies to washerwomen; From the old gentleman to the coachman of the public carriage; From a merchant who has just settled down to a ruffian who eats in the royal capital all year round. All in all, the additional 88 invitations cover almost all classes of the entire Farency class. Hardly anyone would be willing to give up such an opportunity to get in touch with the ruler of a country, and it would become a very special and important conversation point in the future.

The wedding was simple, but it was also painful for old Luce, after all, he paid for all the expenses. Chyna's outfit was not a problem, the only thing that took a while was to decide who would take on the role of head of the head of the woman's side, and finally finalized the appointment of His Excellency the Commander-in-Chief to take on the honor. The vacant marriage vacant because of this, after much discussion, fortunately fell on the head of the Marquis of Rabelais. By the way, Mademoiselle Rabelais was also invited by Jeanne to be her bridesmaid; As for the position of best man, Holling originally suggested that Jack Fleet be airdropped from Gresden, but the commander of the Praetorian Guard, Admiral Ernest Sauer, vetoed this act of using state resources for personal gain on the grounds that "he is the youngest unmarried general, and he has a relationship with the bridegroom who graduated from the same class, so he is actually the best candidate for courtesy".

However, during the whole wedding process, the most eye-catching performance was not the above-mentioned people, but Eclaire, who was dressed up by Arudina as extremely cute. During the whole ceremony, the little girl was busy running from place to place, dutifully playing the role she played. When the others found out that she was Admiral Lanfonte's daughter, they all turned their suspicious eyes to the groom, and China didn't seem to explain the misunderstanding clearly. As for the old Luce couple, they always loved children at their age, and naturally it was a great pleasure to have such a cheap granddaughter.

As the banquet ended that night, the bride and groom were sent into the cave room, and the hopes of the countless maidens in Caiunescu were shattered, and of course some of the dreams of the officers and soldiers of Falunci (YY to put it mildly) were dragged together to be buried. However, the soldiers' ability to withstand and adapt to changes is very strong, and soon under the manipulation of the forces behind the military system, a gamble began. The content of the bet is: tomorrow morning, whether it will be Sogrand or China who will not be able to get out of bed.

"Admiral Huolin, which side did I say should I buy?" The Janissary Sergeant, who had been in charge of receiving Hollin, asked in a low voice.

After Huo Lin drank the last drop of 335-year-old wine in the bottle, he wiped his mouth, with a sly smile, patted the young non-commissioned officer on the shoulder and said, "Young man, gambling is not a good habit, I suggest you don't buy any of them." ”

"Huh?" The non-commissioned officer chased after Huo Lin's back and asked, "Why is that?" ”

February 22, 346 Continental Gregorian Calendar, Iberia.

Zigner's longbowmen had been landing in Mallorca for a long time, but they had not received orders to go to battle, which made them a little uncomfortable. For the mostly veteran Zignar mercenaries, whose employers used to put them on the front line as soon as they arrived, the Iberians' seemingly procrastinating style made them feel a little irritated. Fortunately, the Iberians are very generous in terms of supply. All knights are guaranteed to eat fresh cheese every day, accompanied by a mellow wine; The longbowmen were also able to eat mutton once a week, which was completely incomparable to their famine in the country.

"The Iberians are too good to drag, and until now I haven't seen the Herz infantry who should have appeared a long time ago." At breakfast time that day, the Earl of Lancaster complained to Prince Henry, who was at the same table.

"What does it matter, as long as they can fill our ships with wheat and olive oil on time for these three years, and keep the knights and archers fed and fed, do we call them here to fight or take a vacation?" Prince Henry said as he shoved the cheese-coated bread into his mouth.

"I really don't know what's wrong?" The Count muttered as he bowed his head to settle his share of the food.

"I think it is probably Her Majesty the Empress of Marstar who has rejected the invitation of our generous employer." Prince Henry nonchalantly answered the earl's doubts.

Hearing the prince answer his question suddenly, the Count looked up at the young man with some surprise.

In this way, however, the king of Iberia seems to be somewhat self-aware, and knows that his ambitions cannot be achieved on his own strength alone. Or, to the uninitiated, we can say that he is a coward. ”

"Your Highness......"

"Okay, okay, as employees, let's be less interested in our own owners. Eat, eat. ”

Similar to the Signar speculation, Ofrite III had to revise his plan because of his own diplomatic defeat. His ambition did not seem to have moved the heavens, and certainly not Her Majesty the Empress of Marstar.

"What do you say? Mastar refuses to cooperate with us in the summer and send troops to Frensi? ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." The messenger of return bowed his head a little nervously and reported.

"What reason?" Seeing the inexplicability of the envoy, Ofrite III explained, "I mean, what is the reason for His Majesty Higrani to reject this offer, in disregard of the old friendship between our two countries?" ”

"According to Her Majesty Sigrani, they have signed a peace treaty with Farensi for three years, and she does not want to give Mastar the reputation of breaking the treaty, otherwise she will have no place in diplomacy in the future."

"It's ridiculous, the difference between this thing and waste paper is that it needs to be torn up, while waste paper doesn't." With this thought to herself, Ofrite sat back on her throne exhausted.

The messenger looked humbly at the king below, and it was a long time before Ofhrit waved that he could go down. The one who passed by the envoy happened to be the current prime minister.

"My dear Prime Minister," said Ofrite, speaking feebly from his throne, "what good news have you brought me this time?" ”

"I'm afraid I'm going to disagree with you, my majesty."

"Forget it, things aren't going to get any worse anyway."

"I have just received a report that Hertz has suddenly broken out into a large-scale battle with Effini, so the 30,000 horses promised to us may be greatly reduced."

"So, how many infantry can those Antaras give me?"

"Five thousand." The Prime Minister's answer was brief.

"Five thousand? I guess it's not the elite yet, so what's the use of me asking for them? ”

"Let our messengers reject them?" The Prime Minister asked cautiously.

"Yes...... Oh no, five thousand is five thousand, but tell the Hertzians not to play tricks with me. The retainer money will be settled after the expiry of the peace treaty, and if I am not satisfied with those people, they will not want to get a grain of wheat from Iberia! ”

In February 346 of the continental calendar, a major war broke out on the continent of Anvarasna, and although the scale cannot be said to be unprecedented, it is also rare in the past 20 years. The two great powers on the continent, Efini and Hertz, entered a state of full-scale war, and although the two sides did not have any affection in the first place, they generally maintained some diplomatic relations. As early as 300 years ago, it was already a situation where neither side could help the other. And this time, the reason for suddenly tearing his face and fighting is of course nothing more than the word "profit".

The reason for this is simple: there are only two official kingdoms in Anwaras, Efini and Herz. They have a long history, and these two countries have already achieved extraordinary civilizations in the early days when the Yartikats were just emerging from the wilderness. As the saying goes, "one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers", and without the current situation of many countries on the Yartikat continent restraining each other, these two countries naturally have no possibility of becoming allies. However, because they have been attached to each other for a long time, these two countries have also forgotten about other worlds. Therefore, there is also a vast land on the continent of Anvarasna known as the Mias Plateau that is not subordinate to any one country. The plateau, which occupies about two-fifths of the continent, is characterized by the fact that the colour of the people living there is very different from that of humans elsewhere. They are all black, and it seems that only teeth and eyes are the same as those of humans elsewhere. Originally, it was only a place where Efini and Hertz plundered slaves, but recently, both sides discovered that under this plateau there was a hidden mineral deposit coveted by the whole world - gold. Wealth, beauty, and land, most of the world's wars began because of these three, and it is obviously difficult to avoid vulgarity.

By March 14, the Zignerians had finally seen their long-awaited allies. But it was obviously impossible for the Earl of Lancaster to be in high spirits, and he thought that this group was only the vanguard, but the young officer who led the team told him that this was all the men and horses this time.

"Oh, what the hell!" The Count ran through the door and tossed his gloves aside.

"My dear Earl, has anyone you off?" Prince Henry put down his teacup and looked at each other curiously.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I was rude."

"Tell me what's going on."

The Earl of Lancaster told the prince what he had seen and heard today, "Your Highness, you should know that in the past, when we fought abroad, we relied on a large number of Hertz infantry to cover our longbowmen. Our knights, on the other hand, are recuperating and ready to deliver a fatal blow at the last moment. So, as is customary, we only brought 500 young, inexperienced knights this time. Now the quantity and quality of Herz's infantry made it necessary for us to dismount the knights, and this was too great a difficulty for these young men, who were accustomed to looking down on their opponents on their horses. If they were to be placed in the infantry position, I really don't know if they would be able to withstand it. ”

"My Count, you have been too worried, these 5,000 Hertzians will not be the key to the battle."

"How so? Your Highness? "The Count now began to feel that the young prince was very different from his brother.

"These Hertzians came to work for the Iberian king, but their main function was not to fight. It's about scaring his lovely lords. ”

"Bluff the lord?" The Count didn't seem to be able to keep up with Prince Henry's thinking.

"What would you do if you suddenly felt that the king no longer depended on you?"

"Of course, I will do my best to prove my loyalty and ability to Your Majesty."

Therefore, the king of Iberia hoped that by doing so, his lords would be able to better serve his own ambitions. Wait, my dear earl, for we and our old friends will probably be dressed up as bright as children at New Year's. Then put on a magnificent play for the King of Iberia. After Henry finished speaking, he went on to drink his own tea.

After this, as Prince Henry expected. The Iberians custom-made a new batch of uniforms for the Hertzians, gave them new armor, and repaired some of the obsolete and sluggish weapons. The Zigners were dressed up, the knights' armor was repolished, and the longbows of the longbowmen were adorned with a few ornate feathers.

After such preparations, Ofrite III came to Mallorca in person, with many nobles and lords. A grand parade was held for this group of mercenaries, and they were so entertained that the mercenaries, of course, had to show a hundredfold more spirit to cooperate with the actions of their employers. As the King of Iberia had predicted, the parade completely frightened his group of lords who had never seen much of the market. If the nobles who had come face to face with the Pharansian army had come to watch the parade, they would probably have dismissed the mercenary army, but unfortunately very few of these people had come to Mallorca with the king.

After the parade, the lords offered to respond to the royal knights' plan advocated by the king not long ago, and were willing to provide the king with the best knights in their own territory. Of course, Ofrite had to pretend to be pretentious in order to convince the lords more of what they thought was going to happen.

When Ofhrit III was proud there, his enemies naturally saw it all. The Marquis Juan Sánchez also knew exactly how many stupid lords there were in this land. The old marquis didn't care about the news, it seemed to him that the stealers of Debans had focused too much attention on places outside of Iberia, and this was an opportunity for him.

The Marquis looked at the information on the parchment as he paced to the window with his teacup. His study was well viewed, overlooking the back garden of the mansion, and it was a good way for the Marquis to let himself relax from his often tense old nerves. Now, not only can he enjoy the view from the garden, but more importantly, he can often see the smiling face of his beloved granddaughter.

Mademoiselle Marquis was inviting many aristocratic young men to play in the garden, and it was already spring in the Numancia region in early March. On such a sunny afternoon, gathering in the garden to spend time is undoubtedly a chic treat.

At this time, everyone is playing a game of pot throwing. As many people know, this is an ancient game that requires participants to stand at a distance and throw arrows into a narrow-mouthed bottle. This game originated in the military, and later spread to the people, and many aristocratic young people like to play this game in front of everyone, as a way to show that they are full of martial spirit. Of course, everyone knows that this is a way to make a good impression on the young ladies.

Now in the garden, seven or eight young people are playing this game. According to the proposal of Juana, as the host, each person was divided into groups by lot, and there was a small game between the groups. Because there happened to be half male and half female, it was clear that Mademoiselle Marquis wanted to be able to be grouped with someone of the opposite sex. For the men present, this obvious speculation was an encouragement. However, several of Miss Marquise's close friends know her girlfriend's mind better, but one of the parties is still in a state of half-awareness.

Casillas had planned to return last month, but was strongly persuaded by Mademoiselle Marquise. And after the Marquis Mademoiselle personally repaired the book on behalf of her grandfather and delivered it to William Grant, Osasuna instructed Casillas that he would stay there for as long as he wished. Casillas felt abandoned by his lord.

However, when the lot was drawn, Mademoiselle Marquis failed to do so, and she and Viscount Boca drew together; Casillas, on the other hand, became a group with Miss Ursas. Juana's displeasure and Viscount Boca's excitement were evident for such a result, while Casillas was visibly a little absent-minded. Miss Ursas, as Juana's closest girlfriend, naturally knows her heart very well, but she is embarrassed to expose it to her face.

In the first round, thanks to Casillas' skill, it was only natural for their group to win. Juana pouted and looked at Casillas and Miss Urshas with an unhappy expression. During the game, Miss Urshas wanted to behave poorly, so that Casillas might not want to be in the same group with her next time, so that Juana would have easier access to her. However, her plan fell through completely, and seeing her performance, Casillas couldn't help but go up and instruct her on the right approach. This greatly embarrassed Miss Ursas, who was the sister of Baron Ursas, and naturally played the game with her brother, who was a soldier, and was quite proficient.

Viscount Boca saw Juana's sullenness, and he thought that it was because of their failure to win that Mademoiselle Marquis's displeasure. So he tried his best to tell Juana that by the time it came to the next round, they would definitely win.

At this time, Miss Urshas had to say that she was not feeling well, and wished to go and rest. In this way, she would leave Casillas empty, so that the lot could be redrawn, or some other way to get Juana to do so. Casillas didn't have much thought about the game, but seeing that since his partner had resigned, he could also step aside. Miss Urshas was almost stunned by the wooden head, and she had to bite her ear as she passed Juana. Under her explanation, Juana's worries turned to joy. At the suggestion of Miss Ursas, he actively provoked Viscount Boca to arouse Casillas's competitive spirit. And Viscount Boca didn't need much agitation at all, on the one hand, he didn't want Casillas to run away if he won, and on the other hand, he had long been unhappy that Casillas, an ordinary knight, could win the favor of Miss Marquis.

As a result, Juana's wish was granted, and after the redraw, she and Casillas became a team. At this time, Casillas saw the smile of Mademoiselle Marquis, as bright as the spring of March. Upstairs, the Marquis de Sanchez also paced back to his desk with a smile, finished his work, and began to open a sumptuous dinner menu for the young people.

"What do you think Casillas is doing now?" Cannizares said after taking a sip of ale.

"Of course, it's there." Subisareta wants to end the topic as soon as possible.

"I don't think so, why was it the last letter written by Mademoiselle Marquis Sánchez?" Joaquin said.

"It's suspicious......" Canisares grabbed a loaf of bread from the basket on the table and shoved it into his mouth.

"Spring has arrived." Subisareta sighed.