After that, Egil looked in the mirror a little and expressed satisfaction with her current appearance. As the young nun Maria Egil, who had helped a little bit, also felt that he should express his gratitude to her. Then he turned around and saw the young nun squatting in the corner of the wall pouting, holding his knees and sulking.

"It was probably because I was a little bit harsh before?" Egil thought this way, and suddenly he felt it was very interesting when he saw the little girl sulking like this. It seemed that bullying people was also a very good entertainment activity.

Especially in this medieval era where there is very tense and depressing, and the level of joy is very poor. If you can have more leisure and entertainment, Egil will never feel that you can't always play bridge with Artoria when it's okay.

Moreover, if you look closely, Maria is also a beauty with fine skin, soft waist, beautiful face, very special silver-white hair, blue beautiful eyes, and that special, stupid-like silly aura. It is really a perfect match. But then again, in fact, according to the current aesthetic view, Maria should be a beauty.

Because of the age of fourteen in this era, it is normal for those who have children.

Although the person is a little stupid, the silly one is also very cute. It would be better to say that it is because of this stupidity that it seems very special... Why didn't I notice it before? Of course, this little beauty was willing. Before that, Maria was just an ordinary maid. Although her appearance was not worse than others... she was even better than most other maids. However, there were hundreds of maids in the Gothic Castle Palace. None of the maids from all over the country did not show their destiny in front of Egil. She hoped to be favored by the king. Maria was stupid, and she would not be able to behave in that situation. Egil had never even seen her several times. She didn't even have an impression, let alone appreciate her.

So the key is to compare. Put a huā into a pile of huā, then she is just a huā. Then if you put a huā into a pile of straw...

Then she is a weed.

For a moment, Egil was a little obsessed with him. The development between Jean Arc has always been lukewarm in recent times. According to Egil's complaint, it was: "We are all so familiar..., can't we do it?" In this way, Egil's eyes are very high-minded and naturally doesn't like it. So we haven't vented for a long time recently. We can't help feeling lonely late at night. At this moment, he and two young nuns in the entire camp. Egil couldn't bear it anymore. So he walked straight over and hugged the young nun from behind.

Although it is not as powerful as Artoria or Joan of Arc, such monster-level brute force, it is very simple to pull the little nun up from the ground. Before the little nun reacted, he was already held in his arms by Egil, and then he was tragically trampled on the little nun's delicate and childish body, and then slowly went downwards and touched her secret part...

"Woo... Uh... Uh..." The little nun was surprised at the beginning, subconsciously resisted, and was quickly teased by Egil. The body that had just grown up faithfully conveyed the message to the brain: "very comfortable". The whole person collapsed like a kitten and fell into Egil's arms.

If Egil had not had anything else to do, he could carry the young nun on the ground or just take the Fa away. But unfortunately, Egil still had some serious things to do today, and he would go to talk to Basil II of the Eastern Roman Empire. The governors, cardinals, and generals of Norman outside the tent were waiting. If Egil ignored it at this time, he would definitely be labeled as a foolish monarch. His prestige turned directly into a negative number.

"Wait for me a little, I'll be back soon." Egil reluctantly let go of his mouth, and put the little nun on the ground. He tiǎn the mysterious liquid on his fingers, and then said to the hazy and dizzy little nun. Then he swung his cloak, turned around and walked to the door, lifted the curtain and walked out.

"It's a lie... how can it be... so comfortable..." 1 The little nun fell and collapsed on the ground and couldn't get up. The two tui were tightly clamped together, trembling, as if they were patient, or enjoying something, recalling the moment when they were just a short time. 1 The little nun blushed and his heart beat faster. Although as a wandering child, he was attracted by the palace manager of the Norman Kingdom when he was ten years old and sent to the palace to be a shi girl, so no one had taught her anything related to it, but the woman also made her understand that it was a great thing to be mocked by someone in that place.

But the other party is the king and is an irresistible person. So...

Ignore the young nun's entangled psychology for the time being. After Egil made a prank, he walked out of the camp with a refreshing look and nodded to everyone. Then he stepped on the horse and pointed to the south with a wave of his hand.

"Let's go!" Then Yiqi took the lead and ran over.

The cardinal of Rome, the governor of Venice, the king of France, Aquitaine, the duke of Burgundy, and Alpha, the captain of the death knights under Egir, the Archbishop of Norman and the priest of the field priest Peter, and the fifty guard knights under Egir followed closely. There were five square formations in total, and a thousand elite cavalry followed behind. Although the number was only one thousand cavalry. However, from a distance, the dust was flying, and the cavalry clouds were spreading for several miles, and it looked like there were thousands of troops.

On the opposite side, Basil II arrived first. He saw a young man with a blond hair, blue-eyed, handsome face, and a pure white cloak on his back, riding his horse over, knowing that it was his opponent. He looked at the thousand cavalry behind Egil and divided into five square formations. While advancing at full speed, the square formation did not change much. The cavalry seemed to grow on it, holding weapons and riding a rifle without moving at all. At a glance, he knew that the riding skills were so high.

He couldn't help but exclaim: "Good style, good cavalry."

Basil II is a hero. Now that he has the heart to talk to Egil, his heart is naturally broad. However, the generals he brought behind were a little angry. General Dulusus, the commander of the First Iron Paladin Regiment of the Iron Paladin, was dissatisfied and said loudly: "Why should your Majesty be more ambitious and destroy your own might? We are the first-class cavalry force in the world. This matter has been divided into sections. What is the ability of the small country? But I just show off on purpose. If Your Majesty doesn't believe it, I will be willing."

"Okay, my general." Basil II interrupted Dulusus's words: "If you want to show your courage, stay for fifteen days. If these savages really don't know how to politely and insist on fighting against the Greek warriors, of course you and you armored paladins gallop on the battlefield. But now, be quieter. We are here to negotiate." "Yes, your majesty." Dulusus immediately became soft after hearing Basil II's words. He lowered his head and stopped talking.

The horse Egier specially chose was very fast. In a short while, he ran to the center of the two armies. Egier showed off his equestrians, but he did not slow down his speed until the next second. In another moment, when he and Basil II's war horse were about to collide, Egier then lifted the reins hard. The horse suddenly stopped, and the two bodies behind kicked the ground hard, and suddenly stood up, kicked the hooves in front, and roared.

Facing this situation, Basil II was completely distracted. The gust of the war horse blew the Greek emperor's hair backwards, but his face did not change at all. He was very calm.

"Tsk, old fox." Egil cursed inwardly, but he said sorry: "I didn't ride this beast for a long time and was not well trained. Unexpectedly, I disturbed Your Majesty. Forgive your sins, forgive me." Basil II grinned, reached out to shake his hand, and then asked Egil: "I am the Roman Emperor, Keish, the successor of ancient Rome of Augustus, Constantine, Justinian, and the ruler of the New Rome. The King of Kings appointed by God, from Europa, to Asia, and to the supreme of the greatest arrow of Afiriga! The conqueror and conqueror of the world!!

Who is coming? Sign up."

"It's really an old fox." Egil cursed in his heart. He had thought that Basil II was not angry because of his rudeness and was very well-educated. But when he heard Basil say this, he felt that what he had done before was not too much.

Hearing Basil's series of awesome titles and a sentence like asking his servants: "Who is coming?" If Egil answered, he would inevitably be short of anger. This momentum was taken away by Basil II. However, how could he not answer without answering?! Do you still want to negotiate?

The problem of Basil II was extremely vicious. At this moment, it was the turn of the coalition soldiers who were angry. The death knight Alpha's pale face became even pale. He snorted coldly and wanted to step forward, but was stopped by Archbishop Peter beside him.
Chapter completed!