When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 514 Putsilio Arrives at Flying Castle

At noon in autumn, although the turbid sunlight is setting, there is still a hint of dryness and coldness in the air.

In the sunlight, the towering walls of Flying Castle cast a thick curtain of shadows, covering the land on the outskirts of the city.

The wide road was covered in dust, and the clatter of horse hooves mixed with the clatter of metal armor.

Groups of elite mercenaries and land servants marched in formation, and on both sides were high-ranking knights who kept roaming around, along with their escort knights, totaling nearly a thousand people.

The Broken Horn Bull family emblem, representing the most distinguished family in Thorn Garden, flutters over the land of Thousand River Valley.

After nearly two months of preparation, the first batch of reinforcements from the Osra family finally arrived at Feiliu Castle at noon in late November.

Looking at the flying dust, Prince Kongdai snorted coldly without being noticed.

Although he needed the help of the Osra family, he still had not forgotten that it was the Osra family who funded Blue Bee and took away his throne.

But at this time
His face was stern and his eyes were sharp, but he had a perfect smile on his face, hiding all his hostility and arrogance.

This was the demeanor he had developed through years of enduring humiliation. Even when facing countless nobles who had destroyed his family, he still had to put on this polite smile.

Among the many armored infantrymen coming, a dozen cavalrymen were guarding a young man wearing a gorgeous tweed hunting suit with gold edges.

This man was naturally Putsilio, the patriarch of the famous Osra family in Thorn Garden and the son of Duke Omes.

Facing the crowd that greeted him, Putsilio straightened his back, even though deep down he already felt regret and uneasiness about this trip.

Especially when he saw the giant Prince Condé, he almost couldn't hold back his confident smile.

Putsilio was quite tall, but compared to Prince Condé, who was nearly three meters tall, he still looked so thin and short.

"Welcome to Feiliu Castle, my friend Putsilio." Prince Condai walked forward with a hearty laugh and gave Putsilio, who had dismounted from his horse, a big hug.

"It's my honor to meet you, Your Excellency...hiccup...I bring you a gift on behalf of the Osla family." Both shoulders were about to squeeze together. Putsilio's face was bruised with an impeccable smile, "A dragon blood horse foal."

"Oh?" Prince Kongdai's originally hearty smile showed a little more sincerity.

You know, for a titled knight like Prince Conde who is only one step away from becoming a Grand Knight, they have already shown some of the qualities of a Grand Knight.

First of all, they are too tall and strong. Those that can carry them cannot be used as war horses, and those that can be qualified as war horses cannot be used as carrying horses.

No matter what horse Prince Kongdai rides, it gives people the visual impression of a fat man riding a dog. Only a naturally tall horse like the Dragon Blood Horse can bear his weight.

The price of a dragon-blood horse is usually over a thousand gold pounds, which is a price that Prince Kongdai cannot afford.

But the problem is that the dragon blood horse is a tribute to the royal family of Leia. Although it can be bought for 800-1000 gold pounds, not everyone is eligible to buy it.

As a remnant of the previous dynasty, Prince Kongdai had to make an appointment before buying a dragon-blood horse, and then wait three to five years before one would flow out from between the fingers of the nobles for him.

He had waited five years before he got one, and it was only because of the old Pope's face that he got one.

But in the blink of an eye, it was shot through the belly by Horn with the mountain bronze bow Ferdinand.

"What a good horse... it's a pity that it's too small." Prince Condé said regretfully, stroking the mane of the foal whose muzzle was clamped by an iron halter.

Such a foal would take at least a year or two before it could be ridden, which would be of no help in the current war.

It was just an underage dragon-blood horse, but it was almost as big as the warhorse next to it. It was a pity that its body size was still not enough to support Prince Kongdai.

This did not prevent Prince Condé from liking the pony as a Hermès lover.

He was so absorbed in discussing the foal with Putsilio that he almost forgot about his business.

Fortunately, Lacunio, who was accompanying them, did not forget. While riding on horseback, he glanced at the army in front of him and slowly frowned.

There seemed to be less than 4,000 people here. Although it was a fresh force, it was not what Lacunio had imagined.

"Sir Putsilio, is this the first batch of reinforcements?"

"To be precise, it's the army that came to avenge Countess Marika." Putsilio straightened his clothes that were wrinkled by Prince Condé. "This is not the first batch, but the entire army that came with me."

Prince Condé was caressing the foal without even looking over here.

"Are there only these four thousand people?" Lacunio looked at the young man.

"Of course there are more than four thousand people." Putsilio first bowed to Lacunio, and then continued after both sides introduced their family background and identity.

“My brother Derrick will lead a thousand of the family’s private soldiers to the Gravel Plains, and the local nobles will form a coalition force of at least three thousand and at most six thousand.

At that time, we will use the excuse of attacking the Salvation Army to pass through River County. Meliati will definitely not agree, and we will take the opportunity to attack you and help you contain them."

The army of Gravel Plains...

A gleam of light flashed in Lacunio's eyes. Ludvik was dead, and the Grey Knights were attacking Antler Township, plus the army of Gravel Plain.

If Putsilio hadn't been here, Lacunio would have wanted to turn back immediately to look at the map and sand table. He seemed to have found a great opportunity.

After Prince Kongdai had finished being intimate with the little dragon blood horse, he patted the hoof print on his thigh and turned around: "Why are you talking so much here? We can talk about business later. Come on, you gave me a good horse, and I will give you good wine.

Hey, please take out the last barrel of blue blood wine from the wine cellar and keep it chilled.

Remember to bring this pony to my palace. I will raise it myself. Lord Putsilio, please follow me."

Putsilio, Prince Conte and Lacunio left the main force, while Banifos led the army towards the designated camp.

Back at the palace, the kitchen was already preparing a banquet, but neither side was too particular about it. The custom of the Leia nobles was to pay attention to dinner and despise lunch.

In their opinion, only people who work on the land value lunch because they have to work in the afternoon.

These old Blue Bee Flag descendants were born to enjoy a good life. When their father followed King Virgy Newman into Longsong City, he had already done all the work he was supposed to do in his life.

Who are you working for? Are you risking your life?
So at lunch, there were only a few cream desserts, some dried meat to fill the stomach, and a few bowls of fruit on the table.

After drinking a glass of cool wine, Putsilio unbuttoned his collar and leaned back in the carved armchair in the tea room.

He glanced at him sideways and saw that Prince Condé looked appreciative and relaxed. He picked up the copper cup and took another sip to cover up his smug smile.

Starting from the outskirts of the city, he found that Prince Condé seemed to be a rough person and would definitely like this casual style.

His skillful switching of expressions and styles is one of the reasons why Putsilio is loved and recognized by most of the core nobles.

Both of them were born into aristocratic families and had similar interests and hobbies, such as the ceramics of Branded City, the crystal glass of Anchor Harbor, the tea trees of Sealand Islands, and the beautiful girls of Changge City.

In stark contrast to the other two, Lacunio did not drink a drop of alcohol and instead wrote and drew on the parchment map with a charcoal pencil.

Only when the two had finished talking did Lacunio put down the charcoal pencil in his hand and said, "I wonder what your request is for coming to the Thousand River Valley, Mr. Putsilio?"

Prince Condé and Putsilio both stopped smiling, for they knew that this was the point.

"Of course, it's revenge for Countess Marika..."

"Sir Putsilio, my palace is impregnable. No one can enter." Interrupting Putsilio's speech, Prince Condé pointed at the serving maids and servants and said, "They are all illiterate and dumb. Just say what you want to say.

Don't talk about revenge for Countess Marika anymore. You can't fool even a child with such words. Why don't we just be frank and say it clearly? "

(End of this chapter)