Blood tax

Chapter 568 It seems that I owe you a lot~ Big sister can’t afford to pay it back~
"If I were hanged, they would come to see the fun."

Griffith closed the lounge window to block out the cheers from downstairs. After learning that the 10th Legion of Verona had arrived, the people who took refuge in Bremi were ecstatic. They gathered in the square in front of the hotel and called with enthusiastic cheers to their commander, the dictator's agent and the best man to march on Beyeland.

The newly arrived army was secretly formed by a far-sighted dictator. It has 7000 infantry, 1000 cavalry and 48 cannons. It is the best-equipped first batch of the Grand Republican Army and is most suitable for wiping out the mob in the city. ; The commander-in-chief of the army, who last year attacked the rioting veterans in the theater square, and recently eliminated the regicide.

Troops and commanders are very reliable!
"Let's go to the dinner party and change into a dress."

Griffith said to Erza while unbuckling the breastplate.

In order to leave a lasting shock to all walks of life, the troops of the 10th Army of Verona landed with neat equipment from top to bottom, and then formed a dense formation through the town to the temporary military camp. Griffith and Erza, who serve as high-ranking commanders, will attend the Senate banquet in the evening.

The senators, wizards, and nobles will all participate, and the Confederacy, which is fighting the Senate, has also sent representatives, ready to carefully figure out the dictator's will.

The design of the flag captain's breastplate is very delicate. Some parts were damaged in the previous battle, and Griffith couldn't take it off for a while. Anna, the maid sent by the Larmour House to deliver the evening gown, hurried forward to help him.

Erza stood aside, watching the two clumsy people busy without moving.

"Aren't you going to remove your armor?" Griffith asked again, feeling that the words were quite ambiguous and touching.

"No~" Erza looked at him and shook her head, "When you are walking among the flowers, you have to have a big sister to protect you, right?"

"There is no need for this," Griffith chuckled, "You are my lieutenant."

Erza walked over calmly. Anna hurriedly stepped aside.

The high boots hit the floor with a heart-rending sound. Erza took off Griffith's breastplate, unhooked the gauntlets, and unbuttoned the double-breasted buttons of her coat one by one.

"Thank you, I can do it myself..."

Before Griffith finished speaking, Erza took off his coat and threw it into the hands of the maid aside. She unbuttoned her shirt a few times and ran her long fingers across her broad chest.

"Hiss..." Griffith felt a stab of electricity.

The open collar, well-defined shoulders and chest, and strong muscles are like a bronze demigod statue, condensing explosive power. The hideous wounds left by the battle were slowly scratched by cold fingers from top to bottom, and he couldn't help but tremble.

Anna, who was standing aside with her coat in her arms, swallowed.

The huntress gently touched the sword wound on her broad shoulder and sighed softly: "Is Commodus stabbed here?"

"Yes," Griffith whispered, "I responded by cutting off his left leg."

Erza poked the scar on her chest like an ancient dragon and bit her lip: "Is this the wound left by the holy sword Enduir?"

"No, this is the manifestation of the late king's authority, breaking my breastplate."

"So, where is this place~"

Erza's fingers slowly moved downwards, along her strong abdominal muscles, caressing the sword mark.

"This is Enduil's Mark of Edge." Griffith replied proudly.

"Hmm~"

Miss Beyelan's deputy general murmured softly, and her fingers slid along the strong outline to the belt: "It seems that I owe you a lot~ I hope I won't find more debts that I can't afford to pay back." Here~"

This, is this what I can see... Anna's eyes were straightened, and she tried her best to suppress herself from gasping loudly.

"Wait a minute!" Griffith hurriedly grabbed the belt, took half a step back, and shouted to Anna, "Bring me my dress!"

……

The big shots, who had been exhausted physically and mentally by the accidents and uprisings, were finally in a good mood, and they were all talking and laughing.

Sonia doesn't want to dance. She had many things to say to Griffith, but the enthusiastic senators lined up to speak to the flag captain, and the dictator also summoned him.

After waiting for a long time, Sonia didn't see Griffith return to the dance. Her mood is still messy——

After the Senate lost the main force of the legion, the newly arrived Verona 10th legion was the only force capable of quelling the uprising in the city. People are spreading rumors that the army will march out tomorrow and kill the mob.

Sonia cannot accept this! The bad guys in this big house all flatter Griffith and want to push him to the front desk to be a butcher who kills people.

My fiancé is not like that! Don't even think about it!

If the dictator is giving orders to Griffith, I'm going to take him out and prevent him from doing such a thing.

Thinking of this, the countess encouraged herself and walked towards the dictator's reception room. Seeing her leaving, a marquis and several viscounts thought she was being neglected and hurried to greet her.

"Miss Larmour, if you allow me..."

"No, sir, you can't." Sonia angrily refused.

There is another thing - after Naira and Commodus failed one after another, Griffith's only enemies were Aaron and Canaan. Even if Byelan and Canaan are staunch allies, the Sacrifice of the Chosen One will eventually decide the winner.

So, are you going to march into Canaan? Is Griffith going to fight Galadia for power? Magic has gone out of control, Fiona has been kidnapped, and even Tiberion has disappeared. There is a huge conspiracy that has swallowed everyone up.

At this time, should we still follow the will of the Arcane Council and fight for miracles? Galadia hands Griffith to herself...

Wait a moment……

A tall figure appeared in the crowd. She was wearing a beautiful uniform and had an excellent figure. Her long, silky black hair fell around her waist like a waterfall. She held the wine glass and talked to the guests, and her every move showed lightness and gracefulness.

Just seeing her back and figure can make people convinced that she is stunningly beautiful.

It's Galadia! ? She's back for Griffith!

Ah...I, what should I do...

Sonya's heartbeat stopped for a second, and she almost ran back. However, her courage overcame her timidity, and she approached cautiously.

"Hey, what's up?" The black-haired beauty noticed the Countess' approach and turned around to say hello as if dancing.

"you are?"

It wasn't Galadia... Sonia saw that the woman in front of her was wearing the uniform of a high-ranking navy commander. She had a beautiful appearance, but she didn't have long pointed ears, and she wasn't Galadia.

"I am Alandel from Neopolis Island, from the Admiralty!" Miss Mermaid greeted Sonia with a smile, "This is the first time we have met, but I often hear Griffith mention your name. I am His good friend, hmm!"

Sonia breathed a sigh of relief in her heart and thought quietly, there are so many cute girls around Griffith~
Thinking of this, another idea popped up!
What happened to Erza Valkyrie? She is not old, but she is so beautiful...

Beyeland has many noble dames who are the jewels of the evening. The noble ladies and ladies danced with their knights, rested and chatted on the couch, and from time to time spoke to the attentive senators, generals and scholars around them.

But Erza was different from them.

The flaming red hair is tied into a long ponytail. The lines of the golden breastplate outside the black combat uniform are tightened around the waist, and the alluring arc is even more tempting. The armor is inlaid with a wide edge of purple toga robe, which is a privilege granted by the Senate and a pendant given to high-ranking Beyelan generals who have not yet become senators.

When her bright eyes turned back, she looked like a descending goddess between the bright gold and the noble purple.

According to ancient tradition, the army of Beyelan is commanded by a consul. The general who is independently responsible for a certain war zone or battle line is honored as the consul's lieutenant. A senior officer or the best extraordinary person is appointed by the Senate on the advice of the consul or governor. Serve.

Lieutenant-General was part of the senatorial promotion system, even above Griffith's banner-captain rank.

Erza was standing not far from the dictator's lounge, surrounded by a large circle of people.

General Valentis implicitly reminded Erza: "Your army needs to be prepared to go north."

"Thank you for reminding me, General, the Southern Territory and the Navy have always been our loyal comrades-in-arms," ​​the Vice Admiral nodded slightly, "Are you reminding me to pay attention to the fleet's draft?"

"Who knows~ It would be best if you could sail on dry land." The general spread his hands and walked away.

As soon as the general left, a nobleman immediately crowded up. He bowed his waist, his face as flattering as a peach blossom:
"Lord Lieutenant General, I am Gunnar Tomis of the Bank Alliance, your most humble admirer..."

Erza glanced at the noble man who was rubbing his hands: "Good evening, Mr. Rebel, you came all the way here to save a piece of hemp rope for Beyelan's treasury? You are so polite."

Everyone around laughed. Their smiles were suppressed, but not forced. Everyone knows that Gunnar is a member of the Confederacy. This time he came to Bijelland to pay tribute to the new head of state and then talk about other things.

Everyone understands it. Since more than 100,000 and 200,000 soldiers have already bled on the battlefield, why should the nobles bother each other?
"Oh, you are beautiful and powerful, the incarnation of Minerva in the human world. My friends and I admire you very much!" Master Gunnar said while nodding. "Me and the mob in Bijelan City, But it doesn’t matter at all!”

"So, do you want me to destroy them?" Erza's cold eyes swept over her like a lance, and everyone around them trembled subconsciously.

"That is, of course," Gunnar took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "You and the Knight Ravenel defeated the Kingslayer, and there is no longer a place for evil to stand in the way of stability and peace in the world! "

He's not that short when he's kneeling... Sonia looked on, growing more and more disgusted with this groveling Gunna. This man was obviously a member of the Confederacy, but he came to flatter the enemy and asked them to destroy the rebels who were in the same camp as him.

Another conspirator!
Thinking of this, the countess became a little angry.

This troublesome thing... Why doesn't Griffith come to accompany me... I want to have a good talk with him, and no one can stop me!
This glance happened to meet Erza's. The deputy general stopped greeting the guests and her alert eyes flashed.

"Good evening, Countess."

"Good evening, Your Majesty the Vice-General." Sonia lifted her skirt slightly and moved her gaze towards the direction of the meeting room. The blue eyes gave a silent command: I want to go there, please get out of the way.

The flattering guests who gathered around Erza took a step back knowingly. But the Huntress didn't move.

"You are as beautiful as Griffith said," Erza greeted with a smile. "He is listening to the dictator's instructions. Countess, you might as well dance two dances first. This is really a good ball."

I don’t need you to tell me what I want to do... Sonia felt that she was being provoked. She raised her head and said politely and firmly:
"Please go dance, Lieutenant-General. If you are short of a dress, I can arrange it."

The chattering guests surrounding Erza suddenly fell silent and stared at the two of them with wide eyes. Alandel, who was wandering around, poked her head curiously, not forgetting to get a glass of wine from the waiter and take a small sip.

We're here for a dance, what are we going to do?
(End of this chapter)