A girl with long blue-gray hair fluttering in the wind and a white cloak standing straight at the head of Gaza.

In the distance, you can see citrus plantations that have been hung with green fruits.

And beyond, the endless Gobi.

Gaza is a good place, only 50 kilometers from Hebron, the seat of Lothar Territory, and close to the coastline, and has been an important trading hub for the Fertile Crescent to serve as the granary of Egypt since imperial times.

In the past, during the years when the Saracens were at peace with the Crusaders, a steady stream of caravans entered the Crusaders' territory from here every day.

It's just that as the flames of war ignited, the caravans that used to be endless disappeared with them.

Princess Sibylla is the nominal ruler of the area, but in reality it is controlled by the "Baron Robert of Toulouse", who is not a vassal of Princess Sibylla, but only manages the Gaza territory.

Smack.

The girl skillfully opened a tinplate box with her thumb, and her dexterous and slender fingers twisted a chocolate chip cookie from it and stuffed it into her mouth.

The sweetness made her eyes squint slightly.

When did you start to get a sweet tooth?

I can't remember exactly.

Maybe it was when I first arrived in Saluzzo.

Because she often lost to Valentine in trials, was punished with half of her meals, and was ostracized by a group of xenophobic Saluzo wolves, when she was so hungry in bed that her eyes panicked, Valentin handed her a box of toffee.

It may also be that when she was not yet in Saluzo, every time she visited her people in the New World, she always got a lot of colorful candy to eat, which made the candy in her impression equal to the warm hometown.

Remembering these memories.

Cellina pursed the corners of her mouth, and the tenderness in her eyes was like a breeze blowing through the smooth surface of a mirror-like lake in the mountains.

It's a rare sight.

The aristocratic young man who had been observing for a long time was a little stunned, and he was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses - he was the eldest son of Baron Robert, and although he did not have a title, he could also be called "Sir".

"Miss Cellinina!"

The young man's face flushed, and he mustered up the courage to shout.

Cellinina tilted her head and frowned, "What's wrong?" ”

Of course, she didn't notice the little guy, she just didn't pay attention to it.

The young man hesitated, "Have you eaten... If not, we can go for a saffron barbecue and two glasses of sweet and savory mead – or do you have anything else in mind? ”

Cellina turned her head with some interest: "I'm not hungry. ”

The disappointment on the young man's face was palpable.

He pondered his words, and then said, "That evening, beautiful young lady, if you will enjoy the light, I promise that I will prepare a special banquet." ”

Cellina propped her elbows on the wall tiles, the breeze blowing her long, silky and flowing blue-gray hair, and she wrote lightly: "Do you like me?" ”

"Huh?"

The youth was incomparable: "No, no, no, ah, no, yes, yes, but..."

"Okay, no need to go on, I'm not interested in you."

Cellinina's face is delicate but indifferent, like a clay sculpture without the slightest emotion, ordinary people face her, even if they like her appearance, they will spontaneously have a sense of not daring to approach, ashamed of themselves.

The same was true of youth.

However, the scenery unconsciously revealed by the girl is too moving.

The young man was a little unwilling and said: "Miss, I know this is very abrupt, but I am sure that I was deeply attracted to you when I saw you for the first time, please give me a chance to show my sincerity." ”

Cellynina's eyes turned golden, and her black vertical pupils were as black as the tips of needles, making her quickly transform from the cold as an iceberg before to a wild female leopard.

Her figure appeared in front of the young man out of thin air as if she had traveled through time and space, and the long sword was unsheathed, and the tip of the sword was against the throat of the young man, and the girl maintained such an action, and said expressionlessly: "What now? ”

The young man was taken aback.

The outright killing intent coming from the other party's body made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Is she really going to kill me?

Just because I rashly proposed to pursue her?

In an instant, the grievances in the hearts of the young man were about to be like a vast ocean, drowning out the original fearful emotions.

The two confronted each other for a moment.

Cellina still dispersed the wolf bloodline that had been urged, and retracted the unsheathed blade.

She stood a few meters away from the young man again, as if the killing intent she had never shown before.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, but still had some trepidations and said, "Miss Cellinina, I already knew that you were the witch advisor of the Marquis, so there is no need to scare me so much, right?" ”

"I'm not trying to scare you."

Cellinina's tone was faint, and the beast's ears hidden under the brim of her hat trembled slightly, frowning, and looking into the distance.

After following Cellynina's gaze for a long time, the young man vaguely saw that a scout seemed to be galloping towards him.

When they got closer, they found that there was not only a crusader scout, but also dozens of lightly armed Saracen cavalry behind the scout, bending their bows and arrows from time to time, and putting cold arrows from the scout's back.

It's just that the strength of the bow is very limited, and after several consecutive shots, dozens of arrows, none of them can hit this scout.

"Heavenly Father is above, it's those damned Saracens, and as the Marquis of Lothar expected, they are really here!"

"Quick, tell the story, Saracen's army has arrived, and everyone must do their duty to defend the city!"

The aristocratic youth shouted.

The soldiers guarding the castle immediately moved and pulled the brass bell used for the alarm at the castle head.

After the young man finished speaking, he was about to ask Cellina what to do, but when he looked back, he found that Cellinina was already standing on the city wall and jumped over.

He hurried forward.

only to find that Cellynina was like a maple leaf, against the wind, drifting towards the scouts who were rushing wildly.

In the horrified gaze of the other party.

Cellinina walked past the scout and came behind him.

"I'll cut it off for you."

The frantic air currents blow up the billowing yellow sand.

The Saracen cavalry looked at the ghostly figure, their faces changed dramatically, and they stopped, not daring to come any closer, but stopped their mounts, and bent their bows and arrows at Cellinina and the crusader scouts who had their backs to them.

However, Cellinina made no moves.

Then she saw that all the arrows that were fired at her had begun to spin around Cellinina as if they had been swept by a storm.

Cellynina's figure flashed and vanished.

When he reappeared, he was already behind the pursuers.

She straightened out her robes, which had become a little wrinkled by the strenuous activity, and behind her, almost every Saracen soldier had a feathered arrow stuck in their necks, and the arrow went deep into their necks, without even the slightest chance of rescue.

"This move is called the Wind Resisting Sword Technique."

A smile appeared on her face.

When looking back.

Cellinina's eyes were on the city, and the young nobleman who was so shocked that she couldn't keep her mouth shut, she beckoned, and then, without looking back, walked into the vast Gobi - the Scouts of the Sarases had arrived, indicating that the enemy was almost at the border.

The assassination plan is about to be launched in advance.

Port Ella.

Looking at the imposing old men of the Sayo Ministry, Mueller sighed with some emotion: "These old bones are really spiritual, I remember, they are Kurdish tribesmen personally settled by Ulm, right?" ”

"Yes, a group of seasoned veterans."

Andreas donned a full hussar outfit, including the heroic feather on his back, which would make him a target for the enemy, but also an important means of making his soldiers see where he was at a glance in a dogfight.

"Andreas, you're wearing this?"

Muller was a little surprised, although he also wore a full set of Imperial Knight's plate armor, but he covered it with a burqa, and when he stood in the crowd, he was not conspicuous at all.

"There has to be a target, and that's the glory of being a hussar, Lord Müller."

Andreas said perfunctorily with a smile.

But what I thought in my mind was - "Vampires shouldn't die that easily, right?" ”

After receiving Coos's initial embrace, he could clearly perceive that his senses, movements, and physical fitness had improved significantly, and a cut in his hand would heal intact in less than a quarter of an hour.

And, knowing that there was going to be a bitter battle today, last night he personally executed a death row inmate on charges of robbership - although the process was bloody, it was his first full meal after embracing a new life.

"We Edict Knights won't lose to you!"

Muller was a little unwilling to admit defeat and wanted to take off his disguise, but was hurriedly stopped by Andreas, the old Muller was old, and his combat effectiveness was even if he had the bonus of the Imperial Knight, that is, the level of a Crusader knight who was above average.

What's more, this is still a foot battle.

He was genuinely worried that the head of the Ira Harbor Tax Administration, who had been appointed by his lord himself, and the head of the ocean-going fleet, would be killed by the enemy at the beginning of the war.

This means that next, the material burden of the entire Transjordanian coalition army will have to be solved by him alone.

The enemy's fleet is getting closer.

There were more than a dozen large galleys, which were simply behemoths that the coastal defense fleet of Alley Harbour could not match, and the sailors on the fleet had already moored their ships in hidden harbors and fought side by side with the town guards on land.

"These people, it doesn't seem right."

Andreas frowned.

I saw that the first two galleys crashed into the berth, and before the ship could stop, someone lowered the pedal and rushed to the shore, as if there was an incomparably terrifying beast lurking under the sea.

There was a galleys, the stern of which was pierced by ballistas, and the huge holes and blood stains on the deck all showed that the galleys had just experienced a great battle for the rest of their lives.

The Saracen soldiers finally set foot on land.

Although still a little frightened, the Saracen soldiers formed an orderly formation, holding up a shield that looked like a black umbrella, like the Greek hoplites of classical times, forming a wall of spears.

(End of chapter)