Of all the raw materials, metal is undoubtedly one of the most difficult to handle.

Due to the great difference in the melting point of different metals, the requirements in the process of making zuò are also quite strict, and only the precise control of the heat can complete the whole process smoothly.

So in the heyday of the magical civilization, there was a long-standing tradition, that is, skilled craftsmen, most of whom had a background as fire mages. And this is also the origin of the term "perfect fire".

As a result, Allegri, who was also a fire mage, became the object of King Nacini's call. But I have to say that making a set of fighting chess on the spot is really a bit excessive.

But as long as it's a problem, there's a solution. Allegri pondered for a moment, cut out sixteen square pieces of cardboard, and then drew them by hand with text annotations, and forcibly fulfilled King Nachini's request.

Seeing that the two of them were fully engaged in the game, Allegri pursed his lips and continued his repair work.

Life always has to be relaxed, and after months of continuous conquest, King Nacini is rarely relaxed. Beast Chess is a simple game, and soon, Emmelie mastered the relevant rules and his chess strength increased dramatically. Seeing that his wind wolf was about to be eaten by the opponent's Nightblade Leopard because of a misposition, King Nacini hurriedly reached out to cover it, trying to regret his move.

"No," Amely asked, shaking her head and wide-eyed, "how can you fool yourself?"

"What's the trick?" said Nacini as he flicked his fingers without a trace, and by the time he reopened his palm, the Wind Wolf card had turned into an angry lion card.

"Huh?" the girl wiped her eyes in disbelief, thinking that she had seen it wrong.

"Eat. Taking advantage of her confusion, King Nacini pushed the card, and the roaring lion pounced on the Nightblade Leopard, driving it off the board.

Amely snorted in annoyance. The Lion King was elated, as if he had just won a big battle.

Everyone is like this, the more you are in a foreign country and no one knows about it, the easier it is to indulge in willfulness and show your truest side.

The so-called fame is burdened, and that is glory. It is also a shackle.

At the same time, in the camp outside the city, Mordschic, who was frowning, could not have imagined that King Nacini would live so comfortably. With the cooperation of him and Carter Roman, the news that the king was trapped in the city was barely suppressed.

Perhaps, some smart people have guessed something, but at least for now. No one has dared to question it yet.

But the truth that the paper can't contain the fire, Modesic still understands. He made frequent calls to Guò and contacted Viscount Reims in the city, and finally confirmed the current situation of King Nacini.

As long as it's safe, it's fine.

The texts on the case were stacked into a mountain, but Modesic was not in the mood to deal with it. He stood up and walked up and down in the king's tent. The guards at the door are all close associates of Cartroman. The civil and military officials who came occasionally were all dealt with by them.

During this time. Snowton's troops marched forward in all directions, spreading a fan-shaped net across the vast plains. All seven counties in the Northwest Theater had fallen, and there was no Ian territory north of the St. Ymas River except for the city of Severa, which was struggling to hold on.

The Principality is in danger! The Holy See is in danger!

The young archbishop, on the other hand, was still lying high on the White Tower, and only issued a few protest papers. Strongly condemns this act of aggression.

Walking on the city walls, Bishop Noens always felt a faint uneasiness in his heart.

As a high-ranking clergyman of the Holy See, although he cannot predict the prophet, this kind of premonition in the dark. But it's not groundless.

What the hell is wrong with it?

He frowned in thought, his gaze sweeping over the ballista-lined towers. The ferocious "Bright Ballista", which mixed the defending troops of the Bright New Army, was not inferior to the Snowton Southern Expeditionary Army in terms of combat effectiveness and willpower. In addition, Severa is also one of the few fortified fortresses on the mainland, and he is confident enough to defend against the enemy's attack.

Until, until, died here.

Bishop Noons sighed, he did not think that he would be able to return to the holy city of Rankine alive and witness the majestic White Tower and the Cathedral of Cotia again. Even though Innedil himself promised that the Holy See would launch a major counterattack soon after, he had never trusted the new archbishop.

As the sun set, he raised his hands and straightened the bishop's crown set with milky white gemstones, then straightened the ribbon that fell to his shoulders and smoothed his shiny robes.

Regaining his demeanor, Nornes continued to patrol the city's defenses. He must not be depressed or worried at any time and place, because the eyes of the whole city are watching him, and if even he collapses, there will be no hope for the city.

Compared to him, Grand Duke Ian was in an even worse mood.

Even Mei Ji and the alcohol could not calm his restless heart, and at the thought of King Nacini, hiding in the courtyard hundreds of meters away, at any risk of being exposed, Grand Duke Ian felt uncomfortable, and his mouth was dry and swirling in the palace.

As it darkened, servants shuttled back and forth, lighting lampposts on both sides of the road. The shadows of the flowers and trees trembled in the wind, and Grand Duke Ian felt a sense of fear, as if in the next moment, they would pounce on him and drag him into the gloomy prison of the Holy See.

In a flash, a slender girl came to him, and when she saw him in front of her, she immediately retreated to the side of the road and bowed.

"Are you...... That ......" Grand Duke Ian's heart moved, and he stopped. The other party's appearance, he was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Amely, Your Highness. The girl looked up and whispered.

"Oh, yes. Grand Duke Ian nodded suddenly, I haven't paid attention to it for a few years, and this little girl has also begun to develop, which is a kind of charm that is different from that of a mature woman, revealing infinite youthful vitality all over her body.

"You're in the house, how are you doing?" said Grand Duke Ian, looking her up and down, casually asking.

"It's all right, Your Highness. There was a grateful expression on Amely's face, no matter what the reputation of this wine and meat lord was, at least for their mother and son, it was a grace to take care of them.

"That's fine. Grand Duke Ian let out an "um" and motioned for her to leave.

Emmelly saluted again, bypassing the bloated Grand Duke and the attendants behind him, and headed to the other end of the garden.

Grand Duke Ian turned his head, watched her delicate figure gradually move away, and subconsciously licked his lips.

"Your Highness?" Seeing that he was speechless, a thin subordinate officer next to him asked tentatively, "Do you want to ......?"

Knowing what he meant by the omission, Grand Duke Ian thought for a moment and commanded, "Ming...... The day after tomorrow. ”

... (To be continued......)

PS: (Sorry, pigeons.) ）