The tent suddenly became silent, and Frey was silent, but Hyde did not speak, and the sunlight reflected on her and him through the small parchment window, casting a bright dappled light. Everything seemed to freeze suddenly.

"Your Highness Hyde, I am such a person. I don't know who my father is, I have no relatives, I almost became a demeritor, I'm stubborn, I'm impulsive, you ...... Will you dislike me?"

Frey's voice was shockingly soft, almost inaudible, but as soon as the words fell, she showed regret again, and involuntarily pursed her soft lips, her hands clenched unconsciously.

Hyde responded, and he responded to Frey's question with action. The accumulated strength finally exploded, he sat up and hugged Frey's body, Frey's head was pressed against his broad chest, he could feel the breathing of the miserable girl, and the man's tears dripped down the hair of the black-haired girl, with the passion and heart of the blonde knight!

"You saved my life, you gave me love, you gave me your heart, please don't say such things!"

Hyde answered Frey, with his true affection, his deep blue eyes filled with love, and his excited voice filled with fiery love. And Frey's tears flowed uncontrollably, she hugged Hyde tightly and cried bitterly, as if she wanted to pour out the pain that had accumulated for so many years! There was sadness in those tears, self-blame in those tears, nostalgia in those tears, a thousand tastes and cries rushed out together, and the lonely girl finally found someone to rely on.

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"Victory in this battle is a blessing, the enemy has taken almost the entire station, and luckily they didn't have time to burn down our warehouses. ”

The chubby Director Mount sighed as he looked at the massive remains of the Chaos Egg in front of him, a middle-aged man with a bandaged head now standing in front of the ruins of the gate, directing the soldiers to clean up the corpses of the Chaos Beasts. Although it is late autumn, large areas of enemy corpses should be burned as soon as possible to prevent contamination and disease. For Gore's corpse, which is shorter than ordinary people, it can be dragged away and piled up and incinerated to deal with the mutated chaos giant eggs that are five or six meters long, and can only be burned in place. The soldiers were busy throwing wood around the troll's corpse, then pouring several cans of liquor to light the fire, while the director let out a long breath and took a few sips of wine to moisten his throat.

"Who would have thought that there would be three Slaanesh Chosen ones here? Old potatoes should be able to tell they are targeting Ms. Greenhill, though. The tentacles of chaos stretched out, and I suspect that the information has leaked, otherwise it would be unexplainable. ”

Loren Sr. tapped the ground with his greatsword, answering Director Mount's exclamation. The white-haired old man stood majestically in blood-colored armor, but his eyes were bloodshot and he looked tired. He had pursued the beast until dawn the previous night, and had only rested for three or four hours before he was busy getting up again.

"Perhaps...... Probably ......"

Director Mount replied vaguely, as if he didn't want to delve into the issue.

"Marshal Yang is a half-breed of the Empire and Kislev, and the maternal line is also distant Aurora blood, and the name Yang comes from his maternal grandmother's surname, which is the surname of the Aurora Empire. His father was a poor aristocrat, and his family had no background, and the brilliant rise of the past ten years was entirely due to his great military exploits and genius. Over the past few years, his fame has shocked the entire Rick Court and the Empire, and he has just received the Generalissimo's Scepter of Glory in this war, which may cause some jealous people to be dissatisfied with him. Is there anyone who has colluded with Chaos to commit a crime for their foolish selfish interests?"

Loren Sr. offered his opinion, and Director Mount hesitated before whispering back to his old friend.

"No matter how tall the trees are, there will always be bugs, and the question of politics is a complex one, and who can read the hearts of men? I am a small servant of the great court, and I am reluctant to comment on these matters. The projection of the trial chamber is ubiquitous, but the trial chamber may not solve the problem. In a sense, everything is contradictory, the struggle of the nobles is not something I can judge, I only obey my professional and military orders. ”

"You're getting more and more cowardly, old potato, and I remember you weren't so cowardly before. ”

Old Loren's voice was a little disgruntled, and Mount's ambiguous answer did not satisfy him. The white-haired old man's eyebrows furrowed.

"You have spent a long time in Midland, the country of believers in the god of the white wolf, a land of heroic and brave warriors, and the people are bold and straightforward, without a lot of scheming and tricks. And the royal court is different, the great royal court has too many constraints, and sometimes the comments have to be appropriate, and I think you should understand my difficulties. ”

Mount saluted Loren Sr., his voice tinged with a hint of helpless bitterness, and his mustache seemed to hang down.

"If that's the case, it's probably not appropriate to discuss here. Alright, Lord Mount, this is over, and we will be separated soon. Cherish this precious time, let's go back and have a drink, I know you're tired too. ”

Old Loren saw the fat director's distress, he smiled, spread his hands, and relieved the somewhat embarrassing atmosphere.

While Loren Sr. and Mount are arguing over the leak, the protagonist of the leak --- the beautiful Lady Greenhill, who is happily treating the wounded with her student Lara – chatting with them. This elegant brown-haired beauty is very cheerful and friendly, and laughs constantly everywhere she goes, like a shining sun.

Although the medical magic of a high-ranking priest Sharya cannot bring the dead back to life or replant limbs, it is very effective in quickly healing wounds, removing toxins, and relieving pain. As far as the hands of this young lady in a beautiful gold-rimmed pleated dress skirt reached, most of the ** pain was dispelled, and the wounded who were moaning settled down one after another, while she smiled to comfort and enlighten these people, Lala was busy giving her beautiful teacher a hand and cooperating, her expression was full of excitement and nervousness.

"Three knights of the Chosen One fell under our soldiers, the huge Chaos Egg and the Minotaur were annihilated by everyone, and the three thousand Chaos Beasts were scattered in front of our warriors, this is the common achievement of the glorious warriors of your --- Empire!

Greenhill smiled and praised the wounded for their exploits, shook hands with everyone and sat next to them intimately, bringing the healing light and gentle smile of Sharya to them. One of the wounded men had the audacity to ask her for a souvenir, and she smiled and took out a handkerchief, on which she signed her signature with a quill pen, kissed it, and then kindly placed the souvenir in the young soldier's hand.

"I am sure that this will bring you good luck, and my dear husband, Marshal Yang, has also risen from a small attendant to a marshal. Do your best, my brave comrade-in-arms!"

The brown-haired beauty in a white gold-trimmed pleated dress smiled and squeezed her eyes at the soldier with a wounded head and arm, which made the soldier's face red to the neck with surprise.

The affinity of the beautiful marshal's wife stirred up the wounded, and many of them called for souvenirs. So Greenhill asked Lara to find a new sheet, cut it into handkerchief-sized pieces, quickly sign one name after another on it, kiss it understandingly, and let the nurses distribute it to everyone. This caused the mood to reach **, the pain seemed to have completely disappeared, and the military station, which was full of spirits and the smell of blood, seemed to become a sea of joy. It was as if the heavy casualties were no longer there.

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