The night dissipated and the sun rose. Early the next morning, the southern nobles hurriedly left Alto City and headed south to their respective fiefdoms. The king did not stay and did not see any nobles. When the sun set and the moon rose, darkness returned.
After arriving, Alto City returned to its former peace.
The royal flag of Black Wolf was flying in the night. Shulot was still sitting in the big tent and busy. He looked at the topographic map of the south and thought about the follow-up arrangements.
"Bertard, Lithospermum County has a vast area and complex environment. After the southern nobles change their titles, I plan to form a new Lithospermum legion and hand it over to the veteran Etalik."
The warrior commander nodded respectfully.
"Your Majesty, General Etalik is calm and steady, and he is familiar with the situation in Zicao County. He is indeed a suitable candidate for the army commander. And with the senior general's qualifications, he should have commanded the army long ago."
"Well, I did owe him something before..."
Hearing this, Shulot smiled in agreement. Etalik is a loyal warrior of the family and has followed his grandfather for many years. Regardless of loyalty, qualifications, ability or merit, he is enough to guard a place.
"Bertard, where should the new legion manpower be drawn from?"
"Your Majesty, General Etalik currently has one thousand warriors in his hands. In addition to one thousand warriors and more than three thousand miners, there are two thousand resting Tarasco troops under the command of Necali, the director of industry and mines. These surrendered troops have mined
After a year of working in the mines, I’m almost exhausted..."
"Well, then transfer them to the south. Then there will be three thousand people."
Shulot nodded slightly. It was too dangerous to mine with surrendered troops. After the kingdom replenished the miners, they replaced these people. And this time the Gyeonggi Army went south, it did not include the Qinganbat warrior camp in Necali.
Because large mines in this era must be suppressed by the army, otherwise riots will break out in minutes.
"The remaining manpower will be supplemented by some from the field army, and then from the militia of Zicao County. Then we will still be stationed on the spot, semi-off-the-job..."
With the current situation of the kingdom, it is impossible to maintain another standing army. In fact, the support of the new army will have to fall on the land and Dingkou that are about to be confiscated in Zicao County.
The monarch and his ministers continued their discussion for a while. During the conversation, they already regarded Zicao County as directly subordinate to the kingdom. After all, with more than 30,000 elite troops going south, and equipped with bronze armor, long bows and bronze cannons, the southern nobles had no way of resisting.
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Suddenly, the shield guard Tels opened the tent door and strode in. He looked at His Highness and smiled simply.
"Your Highness!"
"Um?"
"The girl from last night is here again."
Hearing this, Shulot raised his brows and looked at Bertard.
"It's so late, hasn't Gulamo gone south yet?"
"Your Highness, Gulammo left south early this morning. Miss Medina...may have escaped secretly, maybe she was left behind by Gulammo, or maybe both."
Bertard understood in his heart and lowered his head to reply.
"oh."
Xiulote nodded. He pondered for a while and roughly guessed what Gulamor meant. The king hesitated and glanced at Bertard again. The warrior commander lowered his eyes and said nothing.
"Well, then... let her in."
Tels turned and left. Soon, the tent door opened again, and a graceful figure appeared in front of the king.
Tonight, Medina was a little different. There was no original charm, but a stunning look after being dressed up. She was wearing a decent light yellow dress, a feathered cloak, and embroidered cotton shoes. She pulled up her hair,
She put a light rouge on her lips, and even her nails were dyed light blue. At this moment, she held the clay pot from last night in her hands, mustered up her courage, and stood in front of the king.
"Your Majesty, I greet you!"
Medina put down the clay pot and knelt down to salute. There was a beautiful smile on her face, but also an unconcealable sense of loss and uneasiness.
"Um."
The king nodded expressionlessly.
"Medina, why are you here?"
"His Majesty..."
The girl's eyes instantly became moist. She lowered her head and whispered.
"The patriarch... doesn't want me anymore. I... I can only come and join you..."
Shulot raised his eyebrows. He was silent for a moment and then spoke.
"Medina, I can send warriors to escort you back to Zicao Manor."
"Your Majesty!... Wuwu..."
Medina couldn't bear it any longer and fell to the ground crying.
"I beg you, I beg you, please take me in! If I return to the manor, the patriarch...the patriarch...will, will kill me!"
"Um?!"
Hearing this, Shulot was a little surprised. He asked the girl in a deep voice.
"Medina, isn't Gulamo your father?"
"Your Majesty... I am just one of the dozens of children of the patriarch. To him, I am just..."
Medina cried so hard that her voice was choked with sobs. Her small nose twitched slightly, and her expression showed pain.
Seeing this, Shulot's heart seemed to be stabbed by something quietly. He slowly stood up, took two steps forward, and stared at the lovely person on the ground.
"Medina, tell me..."
"Your Majesty... In Lithospermum Manor, I am just a beautiful tool and a beautiful work of art."
Medina cried more and more rapidly, her face showing loneliness from the bottom of her heart.
"As long as I can remember, I have never had a mother. As soon as I could walk, I had to practice dancing day and night, learn to sing, raise birds, and recite poetry. And when I grew up, I had to learn how to attract and please others.
Others...if they do anything bad, they will be punished and given the terrible waterboarding...Your Majesty, I...I'm afraid..."
The purpose of raising birds is to train the eyes and make them attractive. At this time, waterboarding mainly uses intermittent suffocation as punishment, which is extremely painful and leaves no scars.
In Shulot's heart, the softness from the future emerged again. He gently reached out his hand and stroked the girl's hair.
"Don't be afraid...don't be afraid..."
"Your Majesty... Do you know... My mother committed suicide... After her death, the patriarch took off her head... When I was young, I accidentally entered the patriarch's house.
Collection room..."
This chapter is not over, please click the next page to continue reading! Medina's face showed panic. She stretched out her cat in fear, hugged Shulot's big hand, and pressed it on her cheek. She held it like this
It was as tight as hugging the last straw, and even the blue nails were pressed tightly against the back of the king's hand. Fortunately, before scratching the king's skin, the girl regained some sense and put away her fingers.
"Head... collection..."
Hearing this, Shulot lowered his eyes. The nobles of this era had a hobby of collecting heads, which were usually treated with antiseptic herbs as a special trophy or collection.
The king silently felt the girl's cheek, which was warm and soft, and moist with tears. He lifted the girl up sympathetically, stretched out his arms powerfully, took the girl's slender waist, and held her in his arms.
"Medina, don't be afraid...I'm here."
Hearing this, Medina raised her head and looked at the handsome king. Her eyes were filled with tears and full of expectation.
"Your Majesty...will you...take me in?"
Shulot looked into the girl's eyes, was silent for a while, and finally nodded imperceptibly. Then, he looked at the warrior commander.
"Bertard?"
Bertard sighed silently. He replied in a low voice.
"Your Majesty, since Miss Medina has left the family, it will not have much impact. She can enter the royal capital and become a priestess serving the gods in the temple of the Goddess of Spring. As long as she remains anonymous and does not appear in public
, participate in the politics of the kingdom, the Alliance will not..."
"Enter the temple and serve the gods..."
Shulot lowered his eyes and nodded. He thought of the other girl, guilt appeared in his heart, and the surging desire was restrained again. After a while, he looked at the girl calmly.
"Medina, will you?"
Medina stopped crying and stared blankly at the king's sincere eyes. She didn't speak for a long time and didn't know what she was thinking. After a while, her eyes gradually became charming, and her words also showed love.
"Your Majesty, I do."
While Medina confided passionately, she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed the king's lips. Shulot was stunned. Unable to restrain himself, he lowered his head and kissed the girl's lips.
The girl's lips were so delicate, as beautiful as roses, with the gentle breath of spring. The king sucked greedily, feeling the softness he had never experienced before. Although it was a bit unbelievable, this was indeed his first kiss.
"Medina..."
After a long time, the two slowly separated. The king's eyes became gentle. He had opened his heart, dropped all his defenses, and accepted the lovely person in front of him.
A strange red color appeared on Medina's face. She looked at the king charmingly and chuckled.
"It turns out that the feeling of kissing is so beautiful."
Then, the girl gently stretched out her hands and stroked Shulot's handsome face. Her light blue nails gently scratched the king's face and then brushed the king's neck, as gently as a cat's claws.
"Your Majesty... you know. I was once so lonely, so wanted to be accompanied by someone, so wanted to be saved... If, if, I could meet you when I was a child, that would be great..."
Hearing the girl's words, Shulot felt a little uncertain. He took a deep breath, sniffed the girl's body fragrance, felt the warmth in his arms, and asked doubtfully.
"Medina, you..."
Medina took back her catkins, her smile becoming more charming and strange.
"Your Majesty, I am really lucky to meet you. How I want to go to...the Kingdom of the Underworld with you!"
Hearing this, alarm bells rang in the king's heart. He looked at Medina in shock, but saw that the girl's eyes suddenly became sharp. Then, he felt a sudden pain in his waist and abdomen.
"when!"
At some point, the girl had a small, dark blue dagger in her hand. The dagger was pierced into the king's waist and abdomen, but was blocked by the close-fitting bronze armor inside.
"Medina!"
Shulot roared angrily, like a wounded beast. His expression was both disbelief and full of anger at being betrayed by someone he trusted. Before he had time to think about it, he immediately stepped back and at the same time used his right hand to pull out the bronze sword from his waist.
"king!"
Bertard had been staying more than ten steps away to avoid disturbing the king and the girl. At this moment, when he saw the scene in front of him, his eyes were splitting, and he immediately pulled out the bronze sword and ran over quickly.
"Phew! Phew!"
Medina had a strange smile on her face. She danced lightly, chasing Shulot's footsteps, always staying within one step. She waved the blue dagger, stabbing the king's cheek, and then slicing the king's chest.
Arms, palms, thighs...everything not covered by armor.
Shulot kept retreating, relying on his uninterrupted samurai training to dodge the girl's attack with difficulty. He restrained himself to avoid being scratched by Youlan's dagger, and could not pull out the bronze sword from his waist. However, the girl's movements
Far more agile than expected! Before Bertard arrived, she finally forced Shulot into a corner and scratched the king's arm.
"Your Highness!"
Bertard cried out in pain, and dozens of bodyguards rushed into the tent, raising their spears, and surrounded the king and the girl.
Shulot leaned against the edge of the tent. He looked at the blue wound on his arm and felt dizzy.
Medina stopped moving, stood there gently, and smiled charmingly.
"My king, I have caught you. Let us... go together!..."
