Chapter 81: Stupid Children Are Loved

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After that, Egil looked in the mirror for a moment, and then expressed satisfaction with the way he looked now. And as a little nun who helped a little, Maria. Egil also felt that he should express his gratitude to her. Then he turned around and saw the little nun crouching in the corner of the wall, muttering, holding her knees and sulking there.

"Maybe you hit a little harder before, right?" thought Egil, suddenly thinking funny to see the little girl sulking like this. It seems that bullying is also a very good recreation. Especially in this very tense, very depressing, very poor standard of living in the Middle Ages. If there was one more recreation, Egil would never feel that he couldn't always play bridge with Artoria when he was fine.

Moreover, if you look closely, Maria is also a beautiful embryo, with delicate skin, soft waist and limbs, a beautiful face, and a very special silver-white hair, and beautiful blue eyes, plus that special, stupid and silly atmosphere. It's a perfect match. But then again, in fact, according to the current aesthetics, Mary should be a beauty.

Because in this era, fourteen years old or something, it is normal to have children.

People are a little silly, but they're also cute. It's better to say that it's because it's so stupid, so it seems very special...... Why didn't I notice it before? This little beauty......

Of course, there was a will—before that Maria was just an ordinary maid, though she was no worse than anyone else—even better than most of the other maids. But in the royal palace of Gothenburg, there were hundreds of warblers and swallows. Maids from all over the country who did not perform desperately in front of Egil. I hope to be favored by the king. Mary was stupid. In that case, it would not be flattering, and Egil had not even seen her a few times. Not even an impression, let alone an appreciation.

So the key is comparison. Put a flower inside a pile of flowers. Then she's just a flower. What if you let a flower fit into a pile of straw......

Then she's a weed.

For a moment, Egil was a little crazy. The recent development with Joan of Arc has been tepid, and according to Egil's complaint, "We are all so acquainted...... Isn't it okay?" And the wandering warblers and prostitutes around the camp, Egil is very eye-catching, so he naturally can't look down on them. So the most [Baidu] haven't vented for a long time. It's inevitable to feel lonely late at night. At this moment, he was the only one in the entire camp and the little nun. Egil couldn't take it anymore. So he walked straight over, and then hugged the little nun from behind.

Although it is not as good as Artoria or Joan of Arc, such monster-level brute strength. But it was very simple to pull the little nun up from the ground. Before the little nun reacted. He was already held in Egil's arms, and then he was kissed by a wolf. And Egil's hands also deftly passed through the nun's robe, touched the delicate and tender body of the little nun, and then slowly descended, touching her private parts......

"Uh......h Forehead...... Well......" The little nun was surprised from the beginning and subconsciously resisted. Soon, he was provoked by Egil to have sexual desire. The newly grown body faithfully conveys to the brain that it is very comfortable. The whole person collapsed like a kitten and fell into Egil's arms.

If it weren't for the fact that Egil had something else to do, he could have carried the little nun to the bed at this time, or he could just get rid of the Fa on the spot. But it's a pity that Egil still has something to do today, and he has to go to talk to Basil II of the Eastern Roman Empire. Outside the tent, the governors of the nations, the nobles. Cardinals, Norman generals and ministers are still waiting.

Egil if he didn't care about it at this time. is seen to be a desolate and unscrupulous dumb king. Prestige directly becomes negative.

"Wait for me a little and I'll be back soon. Egir reluctantly let go of his mouth as he lowered the little nun to the ground. After licking the mysterious liquid on her fingers slightly, she said to the hazy, still dizzy little nun. Then he flicked his cloak, turned and walked to the door, lifted the curtain and walked out. ,

"Deceitful ...... How can it be...... It's so comfortable......" As soon as the little nun's legs went limp, she collapsed to the ground and couldn't get up. The legs were clamped together, trembling, as if to endure. Or maybe enjoy something, reminiscing about that brief moment. The little nun's face was red, her ears were red, and her heart was beating faster - although she was a street child, she barely grew up to the age of ten and was favored by the Norman court governor. She was sent to the palace to be a maid, so no one taught her anything about it. But the nature of a woman also made her understand that it is a terrible thing to be touched in that kind of place. But the other party is a king, a figure who must not be resisted. So......

Ignore the little nun's tangled psychology for the time being. After Egil's prank, he walked out of the tent refreshed, nodding to the others. Then he stepped on his horse and waved his finger to the south.

"Let's go!"

After that, he rode first.

The cardinal of Rome, the governor of Venice, the king of France, the duke of Aquitaine and Burgundy, and the captain of the death knight under the command of Egil, Alpha, the Norman archbishop and chief priest of the Battlefield Order, and fifty knights of the Guards under the command of Egir followed closely. There were five phalanxes in total, and a thousand elite cavalry followed further behind. Although the number was no more than a thousand cavalry. But from a distance, it was dusty, and the cavalry cloud spread for miles, and it looked like there were thousands of horses.

On the other side, Basil II was one step ahead, and saw a young man with blond hair and blue eyes, a heroic appearance, and a pure white cloak behind his back, running over on his horse, knowing that it was his opponent who was coming. I was awe-inspiring in my heart - looking at Egil behind him again, the thousand cavalry was divided into five phalanxes, and the phalanx formation did not change much while advancing at full speed. The cavalry rode as if it had grown on it, and his spear did not move. At first glance, you can see the height of riding. I couldn't help but say in admiration: "Good demeanor, good cavalry." ”

Basil II was a hero. Now that I want to talk to Egil, I am naturally broad-minded. However, the generals behind him were a little indignant. General Dulusus, the commander of the First Wing of the Ironclad Holy Cavalry, was not convinced, and said loudly: "Your Majesty, why should you grow the morale of others and destroy your own prestige? The matter has been segmented for a long time. What is the ability of the small state of Puer? It's just a deliberate showmanship. If Your Majesty doesn't believe it, the Admiral will-"

"All right, my general. Basil II interrupted Dulusus: "If you want to show your prowess, stay in fifteen days." If these barbarians really don't know how to lift up, they insist on fighting the warriors of Greece. Naturally, there are you, and you ironclad pallads galloping on the battlefield. But for now, be quiet. We're here to negotiate. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. When Dulusus heard Basil II's words, he immediately relented. As soon as he lowered his head, he stopped talking.

Egil's specially chosen horse was fast. However, after a while, he ran to the center of the camp of the two armies. And Egil showed off his horsemanship, and did not slow down when he was only five meters away from Basil II—and it was not until the next second, and then the next moment, when he was about to collide with Basil II's warhorse, that Egil lifted the reins. The horse stopped at once, and the two bodies behind him kicked the ground vigorously, and suddenly the man stood up, and the front hooves kicked wildly, and the mouth roared.

Faced with this situation, Basil II was completely unimpressed, and the gust of wind raised by the war horse blew the Greek emperor's hair back, but his complexion did not change at all. It's very indifferent.

"Cut, old fox. Egil cursed. But he said sorry: "Yu doesn't have much time to ride this beast, and he didn't teach well, so he unintentionally disturbed His Majesty, forgive your sins, forgive your sins." ”

Basil II grinned, stretched out his hand and shook it, and then asked Egil, "I am the Roman Emperor, Caesar, the successor of Ancient Rome of Augustus, Constantine, Justinian [Baidu] Ni, the lord of New Rome. From Europa, to Asia, to the greatest Supreme of Africa, the conqueror and conqueror of the world, !—— who is the name of the king? ”

"It's really an old fox. Egil secretly cursed in his heart, and he thought that Basil II was not angry at his rudeness, and he was very well cultivated. But then I heard Basil say this. But I felt that what I had done before was not too much.

Hearing Basil's string of bullish titles, coupled with the sentence that seemed to ask his own courtiers, "Who is here?" if Egil replied, he would inevitably be short of breath.

This momentum was taken away by Basil II. However, do not answer...... How can you not answer?! Do you still want to negotiate?

That Basil II's problem was unusual. This was the turn of the coalition soldiers to be angry, and the pale face of the Death Knight Alpha became even paler. Leng snorted and wanted to step forward. But he was stopped by Archbishop Peter next to him.

"Don't be impulsive, Your Majesty will have a way. The archbishop whispered. At the same time, looking at the front, Egil smiled and did not agree to Basil II's question. Instead, he turned his horse's head and walked towards his own camp...... (Proofreading [Baidu])