"Duke, it's time for us to leave. The whole of Nuer is waiting for you." Marshal Erstein of Nuer said to Emilia seriously.

Emilia was reluctant to take a last look at Ryan's territory, which was full of green waters and green mountains, full of vitality, and on the fields of farmland, the serfs were harvesting winter wheat. The knights under Ryan's command came, and they lined up in neat rows to take off their hats toward Emilia.

No one expected that the Count's maid would be the Elector of the Empire, but after everyone learned about this, they gave Emilia the highest respect. The knights admired those who were persistent and responsible. Emilia had been a maid for Ryan for more than eight years.

Now, Emilia must return to the empire, where there were her vassals and her subjects, who needed Emilia, and Emilia must also perform her duties. She was the last bloodline of the Elector's Family.

Sulia is here, Theresa is here, Veronica is here, as well, as well as the dark elf Olika and the lake god witch Mogianna, who rarely go out.

Of course, what attracted Emilia the most attention was the earl with a faint sadness and smile on her face. Time flies. When the elite army of the Nur armored army surrounded her, Emilia, who was twenty-five, was there. Her affectionate eyes vaguely appeared when she first saw Ryan at the age of seventeen.

When he saw him, he was just a Knight of Nord's Kingdom and an ordinary member of the White Wolf Knights!

A legendary story along the way, Emilia is a witness to the countless epics he created. Emilia thought she could be a loyal spectator and kept watching, but the time of separation finally came. The duchess' eyes were filled with tears. At that time, the light played the serenade when she returned home. She tried to recall eight years ago, when she packed her bags and set off to follow Ryan home at the dock in Marinburg.

Emilia turned slowly, and she signaled the Nur Iron Army and the Knights' Order's great mentors to make way. She walked to Ryan. The man had a doting smile on his face. He reached out and pressed Emilia's shoulder and patted her twice.

The duchess clenched her teeth. She understood how fragile she was when facing this man. As long as he spoke and begged to stay, she would be willing to abandon everything and stay by his side, even if she would be a nameless maid for the rest of her life.

He didn't, instead, Ryan understood very well how to choose, depending on herself, and he supported her no matter what decision she made.

But this is the hero of humanity in her mind. Ryan is a man who is soaked in sense of responsibility and mission. He is a model of the knighthood, the god-chosen champion of the fairy in the lake, and the role model of all knights.

If Ryan really begs Emilia to stay like a dog-licking dog, she will look down on him.

"... Finally, I have to say thank you, Ryan, thank you, without you, there would be no me now." Emilia came to Ryan, and the Duke Nour finally said: "I will always be your little maid Emilia, my man."

After saying that, Emilia stood on tiptoe and kissed Ryan gently on the mouth, and then the Dukewoman left and never looked back.

Nur's army left in front of Ryan. Ryan stared at the army's departure. The Count sighed. Emilia's choice to leave also means that she will give up her current stable and leisurely life and choose to throw herself into the political whirlpool of Nur. At present, Emilia has no shortage of opposition in the imperial court. There are people who take the position of the Elector and the Grand Duke of Wiesen. Although she holds the "Western Fire" of the Elector's Holy Sword, this time she will definitely be a bloody storm.

But this was her choice, and Ryan had no right to interfere.

"Let's go back." Ryan turned around. His backyard was very neat today. Except for the fairy in the lake that he was sneaking and didn't know what he was planning recently, all the women who had a relationship with him came.

The first ones were two witches, Theresa and Veronica were busy with magic experiments recently, and then Mojana, the Lake Goddess Witch is sending someone to investigate Musilon, who is trying to learn where the Holy Grail of the Potion is going through divination.

What were left behind were Surya and Olika. The female knight walked gently to Ryan and held his arm with her hands, gently comforting her husband who was somewhat sad: "It's not that I'll never see you again. When the time is right, we can go to Nuer to see Emilia together. She has built a teleportation array and just wait for Ms. Elspes to activate it there."

"In fact, Emilia's time to leave is not suitable." Ryan shook his head, signaling the knights to disband, and then turned back to the winery: "But there is no way. It is indeed the agreed time. Noor has been delayed for a long time."

"Master, she has it." The Dark Elf said very directly, Olika squinted her eyes, her tone was not very nice: "Really, the Master has been with her recently."

"Amelia is leaving after all, so it's time to give her more time. I can only blame myself for not being able to do it..." Sulia covered her lower abdomen with resentment. In more than a year of marriage, Ryan has been with her for the longest time, and the spiritual patterns have matured long ago, but she just didn't move.

At the same time, the female knight felt a little crisis in her heart. If Emilia gave birth to an eldest son, then the identity of both parties decided that the child would definitely be a legal illegitimate child who was recognized by everyone with a noble status! If she was not successful in giving birth to a child, does that mean that Ryan's title will be inherited by Emilia's children in the future?!

"Don't worry, Sulia, Emilia's children will only inherit Emilia's title. In the future, all my titles will be inherited by our children." Ryan saw Sulia's concerns, and he smiled and said, "You can rest assured that I don't die so easily."

Sulia's face flushed, and the female knight whispered: "I'm not worried about this, what I'm worried about if... can't be born?"

"No, Emilia... is just a special one." Ryan complained: "Her spiritual patterns matured three weeks ago, and then just a few days... she had them immediately."

"Master, why did Emilia easily have it?" the dark elf also asked curiously.

"Because there are no violent magic elements in her body, the whole process is relatively easy." Ryan shook his head: "You are all different, Olika, you have a lot of dark magic magic magic power in your body, and Suliya's body has accumulated a lot of lady's divine power."

The female knight and the dark spirit maid suddenly realized, especially Suliya, who blushed and thought about whether the goddess had possessed too frequently recently?

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Emilia is lucky, you all have it." Ryan signaled that they should go back, and there are still many things to be dealt with by the Earl.

………I am the dividing line for dealing with internal affairs……………

Old World, the East of Brittany, the grey mountains, the valley below the Blackstone stronghold.

Expedition Knight Karad is lamenting the magic of dwarf construction skills.

Below the peaks of the Gray Mountains are large areas of cultivated farmland, and more than two thousand serfs are working hard to atone for their own actions. They are grateful to the Duke of Hagen for their magnanimity and work hard.

The dwarves of the Angronde clan had only established a few outposts and completely controlled the valley. Each outpost was stationed only 5-10 dwarves. These dwarves rely on elite firearms and various city-defense equipment to withstand an army of thousands of people!

If the dwarves at the outposts judge that there are irresistible enemies, then these outposts will ignite beacons. At that time, the dwarf army living inside will go to fight and give the enemy a fatal blow. The knights of the nearby Principality of Jisoleox will immediately launch a battle when they see the beacons.

At the same time, some of the dwarves' actions opened Karad's eyes. Faced with these unarmed escaped slaves, Bellerga ordered his subordinates to train them to learn basic spear stings and use some simple crossbows. The crossbows of the dwarves are too easy to get started. The serfs only need to learn to load, aim, and pull the trigger. This brainless tutorial allows the serfs to get started quickly and even have a certain effect.

The Expedition Knights vaguely realized why the serfs in Ryan's territory had considerable combat power.

Unfortunately, time is too late, and Karad cannot stay in this place for too long. In order to continue to win the lady's gaze and compassion, he must set off. The human army led by Sir Bertrand had even left two weeks ago.

He picked up his sword Durandale and rode his Amagalipa. He cleaned his ragged burqa. What made Karad happy was that Bellega asked his rune blacksmith Sluder, the Honesty, to help him recast his knight's plate armor, and added three runes to it to protect the powerful expeditionary knight. Out of his friendship of fighting side by side in the La Masonnel Monastery, the dwarf only charged Karad costs plus three hundred gold kroners, which was already very conscientious for the dwarf.

After a long expedition, Karad had a good savings, and his equipment and war horses were the lives of the knights, and he paid without hesitation.

Putting on his armor and stepping onto the war horse, Karad bid farewell to the dwarves and the serfs in the valley, and embarked on the expedition alone.

The Holy Grail Expedition is lonely. Three hours later, the mortal people and towns were far away from Karad. Now the expedition knights are left with the uninhabited wilderness. It is already April. Some places in the Principality of Jisoleox are still snowing. Karad suspects that these snows are the last struggle in winter, but there is no doubt that there is indeed soft snow in the world.

From Karad's perspective, you can occasionally see some barren farmland. Yes, occasionally, but he looked into the distance and saw that few serfs were farming in the farmland. Obviously, the harm caused by Kemler to this principality would not disappear in such a short time. Karad even doubted whether the damage brought to the land by the necromancer could heal, but no matter what, Kemler is dead, and the lives of the serfs and nobles will eventually pass.

this is life.

What made Karad feel strange was that the merchants gathered like sharks that smelled blood. Along the way, he met many caravans, all planning to go to the newly built trading stations. They carried animal skins, fine wine and horses, and exchanged them for weapons and equipment produced by the dwarves and dark beer and food produced by the empire.

This gave this land more or less some vitality.

The caravans were escorted by the army, some were the army of the Principality of Gilsoleox, and some were the merchants' own guards. While the safety in the wilderness could be guaranteed, Karad felt annoyed. If this were the case, how could he offer enough tribute to the lady?

He decided to keep staying away from the crowd.

Gradually approaching the Yaden Forest, Karad finally saw his prey as he wished. Amid the sound of the expedition knight's horse hooves, a panicked woman was running wildly in the woods, trying to stay away from him.

Karad immediately confirmed what the other party was. She was wearing a stained green robe and a pointed wizard hat. When she saw the expedition knight, the woman screamed and ran wildly between the woods. Her expression was filled with fear. Many magic powers were unreleased involuntarily, forming green waves in the air. Her long gray hair was filled with the smell of curses. She tried to rush down the hillside, intending to disappear deep in the woods.

This is a wild mage! It is a female wild mage who has awakened her magical talent without systematic training! Karad knew that among the people, they have an unwritten unified name, that is, the witch.

Karad recently saw the witch hunting in the valley under the Black Stone stronghold. The witch was tied to the stake and waited for the purification of the flames. As a result, the witch was not afraid of the flames. She released a sharp laugh on the stake, manipulated the flames to attack the serfs, cursed everyone loudly and warned them that they would definitely come back to destroy the land.

Then the dwarf's cannon immediately knocked the witch into a scum.

In this world, the witch is not synonymous with primary productivity and beauty and kindness. Under the pollution of chaos corruption, every wild mage who has not undergone systematic training will sooner or later become a Chaos Wizard and eventually become a portal for the Chaos Demon to enter the mortal world.

"Evil creature, Chaos lackey, die!" Karad kicked the love horse's abdomen with a spur. The pure-blooded elf war horse rang through the woodland with a loud sound. The horse's hooves stomped on the ground covered with snow and muddy. The dense branches made Karad lose his sight. The witch chanted a spell, and the crazy accretion of thorns and spikes almost surrounded Karad.

She almost succeeded.

"For... Madam!" The Expedition Knight held the sword tightly with his hands. The branches surrounding him seemed to have become empty. The light of the lake god burst out from the divine sword Durandale. Karad released endless anger and curses. The obstacles that plagued him were chopped down by his swords and drove the war horse hard. Karad signaled to Aima to carry out the final sprint: "Solve her!"

In the witch's scream of fear, the war horse passed through the deep woods like a rushing lightning. Durandale accurately tore open the thorns and spikes. At this time, the expeditionary knight's superb sword technique was given a perfect opportunity to show off. The witch's back was meticulously cut by Durandale's sword. A flash of cold light, her head fell to the ground with her eyes closed. The headless corpse continued to run two steps, fell into a piece of mud, twitched slightly, and then there was no movement.

"Hmph!" Karad got off the war horse with disgust. He carefully observed the witch's corpse and knew that he had encountered only a small character. If this level of tribute could satisfy the fairy in the lake, the Holy Grail Expedition would not be so difficult. The Expedition Knight knelt on one knee, prayed to the lady and told him about his insignificant victory, and then planned to continue to set out to find his next goal.

However, the prayer was not over yet, and the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the depths of the forest.

A figure of green appeared in front of Karad. He rode on a tall war horse, wearing a peculiar green armor, wrapped in ivy wrapped around it. He was green all over his body, but exuded endless majesty.
Chapter completed!