The news of Demacia's dispatch of troops was received by Margaret who was stationed in the Silver Mountains. That night, Margaret went to Leicester's mansion.
After passing numerous guards, Margaret knocked on the wooden door of the lord's mansion.
"Lord Leicester?"
no respond.
After hesitating for a moment, Margaret pushed open the unlocked wooden door.
The stove on the first floor has been extinguished, and only the bright coals are still shining with a warm red light.
After closing the door, the fine iron military boots stepped on the wooden board, making a heavy thumping sound, but it could not cover up the melancholy sound coming from upstairs.
She didn't understand that the walls of the house were equipped with sound-absorbing materials specially prepared by Lester, and the sound in the house could not be transmitted out, so she was worried that if someone heard something...
The serious-looking Margaret's face suddenly turned red, her movements became stiff, and she suddenly seemed to have a guilty conscience.
Sitting carefully on the chair, Margaret put her hands on her thighs awkwardly, feeling at a loss.
I thought I had caught up with the most critical moment, but the girl just sat and waited for more than ten minutes, but there was no intention of stopping upstairs. Instead, the bed board became more and more arrogant and noisy.
The boat in the storm was swaying with the waves, ebbing and flowing, day and night.
No wonder Jisi can't hold the sword during training recently and her legs and feet feel weak. No one can bear this...
"Lord Leicester, that's too outrageous... won't this hurt your body?"
After waiting for another half an hour, the Kess jukebox stopped and was replaced with a Tully jukebox. Margaret scratched her head in a frenzy, her hair all messed up.
"I can't wait any longer. I must report the military situation to Lord Leicester!"
Firmly determined, the girl stood up, tidied her clothes, tied her ponytail back up, and walked upstairs.
The shameful voice became louder and louder. Although her steps remained firm, the girl's legs began to tremble uncontrollably, and her whole body became unbearably hot.
"Business matters, business matters..."
Taking a deep breath, Margaret suppressed her restlessness and came to the door. Then, she saw the bright light of the open door...
Ah, no, it’s the lord with a serious look on his face.
"Dragon...Lord Dragon Bird?"
The girl stood at attention and glanced around. For a moment, she didn't know whether her eyes should be focused on Lord Leicester or Lord Longqin.
Wait until the next second, the eyes and the burnt brain are successfully matched, they both feed, the eyes begin to move in circles, and the flexible mouth begins to move independently, expressing their thoughts freely.
"Explode, pack, and protect the lord, the dragon man. The people of Orunde Macia have sent news that scouts from the Forest of Tranquility Legion have come to you and want to negotiate with you about issues related to the Dragon Bird Master of Dwarf Sol..."
Lester stared at the little red shrimp: "???"
Convinced that the person in front of him was his most reliable subordinate, and not some demon avatar who liked to put up boxes, Lester calmly put a blanket on himself, sold the radiant equipment, and covered the two barbarian sisters with quilts.
Stella took the girl to another room and placed the girl next to the bed.
"Don't worry, my general, please speak slowly."
It wasn't until Master Longqin disappeared that Margaret regained some of her thinking ability, and couldn't help but feel remorseful and remorseful for her gaffe just now.
Will my incompetence betray Lord Leicester's trust?
"It's like this. Epsol sent someone over and said that Demacia's General Oren sent an army to the Forest of Tranquility and wanted to negotiate with us. Epsol was worried that Demacia would attack us, so
Ask me for support."
Slightly relieved, Lester smiled.
"I see. Sooner or later we will have negotiations with Demacia. Don't worry, if it's Oren, there won't be a fight with Epsol."
"Yes! That dragon... Lord, my subordinates will leave first."
Standing up stiffly, before Margaret could turn around, she heard Lester ask.
"Is there any problem over there in the Shining Silver Mountains?"
"Report to Lord Leicester, no. The mage of Black Rose has determined that there are no rats moving around the entrance of the mine at this moment. They should have shrunk down again."
"Okay, but there's another thing I want to tell you."
Margaret was stunned.
"I can tell, my female general, you are very tired and you need enough rest."
Taking Margaret's hand and placing Margaret next to the bed again, Lester said softly.
"Go and take a bath, sleep here tonight, and have a good rest. I will ask people to come over to the Shuoyin Mountains to take a look. Don't refuse. This is an order."
Margaret lowered her head shyly, as if she had seen her own end.
Those two barbarian salted fish are his future.
"yes……"
After washing her body with hot water in the underground bath, Margaret's face turned red and she put on the women's underwear prepared by Leicester.
The girl was both looking forward to and a little scared about what was about to happen. After thinking that she was not too young and should consider having offspring, the girl's fear was much lessened. The only remaining thing was because of the dancing dragon bird.
It's just that the girl is still a little bit disappointed. Maybe she takes herself too seriously and will grow up casually...
Then, the girl was gently carried to bed by Lester who came back from the door.
"I've already arranged things. Go to sleep, Margaret, and have a good rest. Sometimes you push yourself too hard, but you should also try to learn to rely on me."
The expected scene did not happen. Margaret understood that the man simply hugged her, silently arranged her hair, took off the rope that tied her hair, and gently gathered her hair outside the pillow.
This made her understand that her weight in a man's heart was not just that of an ordinary woman.
He cares about himself very much.
Feeling the tranquility and sweetness in her heart that she had never experienced before, Margaret's body, which was already very tired, completely relaxed and gradually fell into sleep.
In her sleep, the girl held the man's hand and dreamed of flying with dragons and birds in the sky.
This was the sweetest sleep she had had in recent days.
…
Design the blueprints for the standard armor and weapons of the Black Iron Guard and the Night Blade Slayer, draw the border with Demacia, learn magic from Meredith, explore the creation process of new life with others, monitor the Silver Mountains, and inspect military camps.
And make a training plan, play with the two angel sisters, and entertain the new visitors from the Emerald Territory...
Lester looks very relaxed, but seriously, he can't take any time off for a moment.
The civilization of this era seemed to have a gap. He didn't know what the situation was like in Shurima or Ionia, but judging from the continent of Valoran alone, whether it was Demacia or Noxus,
We are still in the barbaric era with tribes as the core, and everything has just begun.
Even the cheapest and most convenient paper in later generations was a luxury product in this era, and expensive fur scrolls had to be used to write anything, which made the inheritance of knowledge difficult.
The problem of paper alone prevented Lester, who wanted to popularize some cultural knowledge in the Emerald Territory, from taking the first step, let alone the expected establishment of a college in the Emerald Territory.
Life has become difficult. Let's create a group after we have an operations officer. It's boring to change things over and over again. Try to reduce the risk of encountering friends.
