In the afternoon, the battle on the battlefield had completely stopped. www. The gate of Nottinghamshire Castle, which had been tightly closed, opened in a "squeaking" sound, and then the suspension bridge also fell down and made a "clang" sound.

This attracted the attention of the lookout post in the Earl of Simon de Mondford's military camp, and someone immediately reported to the Earl of Simon de Mondford.

"They opened the city gate?...What do these guys, what do they want to do?"

Earl Simon de Mondford didn't understand what the people in Nottinghamshire Castle thought. It can be said that he had lost confidence in defeating those who knew "black magic". He even no longer hoped that his other siege equipment would arrive, or in his heart, that even if those equipment arrived, it would not have any effect. After all, in the face of the blows of those black magic, no matter how many siege equipment was, they were not enough to burn them.

He did not expect that the Nottinghamshire castle would open the door and could not understand what they were going to do. He had already planned to withdraw his troops and then quietly conveyed the news that the prince of England was bewitched by the black magic.

When we arrived at the gate of the barracks, we looked from there, and a small group of people came out of Nottinghamshire Castle. After counting about 10 people, they were rushing towards here with a strange flag. The flag was beating like a ball of flames in the afternoon sun.

"Does these pagan devils not have a time to be afraid of relying on the black magic? And what are these guys doing here? Do they still want to kill them all!"

Thinking of this in his heart, he immediately asked his subordinates to arrange archers and brigade soldiers. According to the scene seen on the battlefield, their weapons were always far and powerful, and it would be no harm to arrange more people. Especially the guess behind them, if they wanted to kill them all, would they and their subordinates resist it? Looking at the knights getting closer and closer, his heart began to be beating violently. His eyes were staring at the small group of knights in black-clad black armored, and his hands were already on the hilt of his sword.

The group of knights who were rushing towards him were not others, but Geriel and Prince Edward. John was left on the wall, ready to send out reinforcements at any time. Philip Mark, the governor of Nottingham County, accompanied Princess Geriel to the enemy camp. As Earl Simon de Mondford's camp got closer, Princess Geriel's heart was also nervous and shrunk into a ball.

She didn't know whether her judgment was 100% correct. If the Earl of Simon de Mondfort was not as rational as she thought, would she have fought in his camp? Yes, except for the few soldiers that Philip Mark insisted on bringing, Princess Geriel only brought four warriors. As for Prince Edward, she did not come with her. Under the opposition of Mr. Gerald, Princess Geriel decided to go with Philip Mark, Principal of Nottingham.

When approaching the camp of Count Simon de Mondford and approaching the opponent's bow and arrow range, Princess Qili directed the team to stop. The thunder among the four warriors accelerated its pace and soon came to the other party's camp gate and shouted loudly to the other party.

"The camp gate opens to welcome His Royal Highness Gillier, Princess France!"

After saying that, he didn't wait for the people in the camp to respond and immediately ran back to his team.

"Princess Kiriel? She, how could she be here?"

Earl Simon de Mondfort remembered that when Prince Edward left home, he also left with him the niece brought by the Earl of Artowa of France, Princess Geriel of France. But he didn't expect that the princess was a princess who dared to go to the battlefield, which was definitely rare in Europe. And it was said that the French princess did not agree to such a marriage, but she and Prince Edward actually escaped from the family together.

"It's really strange. If she agrees, there's no need to escape from the house. If she doesn't agree, why should she escape from the house with Prince Edward?"

This question made Count Simon de Mondefort puzzled. Fortunately, the answer was right in front of him. He could not act like this to a French princess. If this was to be spread, his reputation would be over. Moreover, the root of his family was also French, and it was absolutely impossible to disrespect a French princess.

Despite many questions, Count Simon de Mondford ordered his subordinates, who were equally astonished, to open the camp gates and invite the trumpeters to blow the trumpets of welcome. Although he did not prepare more rituals during the war, as a Frenchman, he still expressed his due respect to Princess Geriel.

"Your Highness, I really didn't expect to see you here. Dear Princess, Your Highness, is my honor!"

Princess Qili looked at the Earl of Simon de Mondefort, who had a mustache in front of her. The first feeling was that he was a standard Frenchman. Looking at his two exquisite mustaches, I am afraid that only the French nobles in the world would modify their beards so exquisitely.

Princess Qili turned over from the horse, but because she was still burning, her legs were weak but she almost fell to the ground.

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness the Princess..."

Earl Simon de Mondford was shocked and didn't understand what was going on. He was just about to reach out to help him, but Dashan, among the four warriors, had already caught Princess Qili's body and reached out to support her.

"What's wrong with this?"

Earl Simon de Mondford was shocked by Princess Gillier's dismay, thinking that the demon attached to her was about to jump onto her.

"Your Highness the Princess is sick!"

Dashan glared at Count Simon De Mondford at these times. In their hearts, it was all because the Count's men attacked the city in the rain. If it weren't for the rain that day, Princess Qili wouldn't have been ill. While taking Zhu Cong to the tent, Count Simon De Mondford secretly looked at Princess Qili's face. He didn't know what he thought of, but his eyes lit up.

"Is she sick? Is she having a fever?"

Facing the look of Count Simon de Mondford's face, the river said coldly.

"What does this matter to you? We are here to negotiate!"

Count Simon de Mondefort was stunned. He didn't understand what a French princess was talking about to him?
Chapter completed!