I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 101 He is really a prince (I)

"Dang Dang Dang..."

Chris suddenly woke up, he opened his eyes and looked blankly at the sun hanging high in the sky. Because of this movement, the green military coat covering him fell to the ground.

"Ah, I fell asleep?"

A figure blocked the way between Chris and the sun, casting a shadow. Chris narrowed his sleepy eyes slightly to see the person standing in front of him clearly.

"Bruno?"

The giant in plate armor took off his helmet and gave Chris a silly smile, his dark yellow teeth showing from his lips, and the wrinkles on his face were piled together.

While smiling, Bruno was also very reserved. He didn't dare to look Chris in the eye, his eyes were evasive, his body as strong as a bear was hunched over, and he quickly lowered the axe in his hand.

"I, yes, Your Highness, it is me."

"How long have I been asleep?"

Chris supported himself on the stone behind him with his left hand and his knees with his right hand to stand up from the ground. Bruno hurried forward, dropped his axe gun, carefully stretched out four fingers of both hands to hold Chris's arm, and lifted him up from the ground.

"You're really strong."

Chris sighed sincerely. Although Bruno's movements were very careful and gentle, he still felt that the power coming from his arms was so huge that he didn't need any effort at all to stand up.

Bruno still had that simple and stiff smile on his face.

There were a lot of things to do last night. Chris shared some of the tasks, but he was still very busy. He was busy visiting the wounded, purchasing medicines, inspecting the camp, and rewarding soldiers who showed bravery and won merits on the battlefield.

When it comes to rewards, it is always better to give them sooner rather than later.

There was a lot to do and Chris had no time to rest. He was busy until the early morning.

When the first ray of sunlight hit the earth, he leaned against a big rock, wanting to rest for a while, but unexpectedly he fell asleep.

Chris looked at the sun, which was not yet overhead, and estimated that he had slept for three or four hours.

"Let's go eat..."

As Chris said this, he walked towards the kitchen which he had personally arranged last night. After taking two steps, he saw Mia and Aisha lying on the other side of the big rock. The sound of Chris getting up also woke them up.

A man and a pig quickly followed.

Chris led them to the kitchen.

The kitchen was still cooking. As a prince, Chris had some privileges... He could grab as much noodles as he wanted from the kitchen, and eat as much fat slices, luncheon meat, and braised chicken bones as he wanted (laughs).

After eating and drinking, Chris went to inspect the camp to see if there was anything else that needed his personal attention.

"Your Highness, the fortress has been recaptured!"

As soon as Chris left the kitchen, he ran into Isaac. He reported a good news with a happy face, which made Chris smile as well.

Although he was sure that Bolas Fortress would fall into his hands, when the news was confirmed, Chris couldn't help but feel happy.

"Have you arranged for people to deliver the supplies and reinforcements I prepared earlier to the fortress?"

"Yes, Connie herself brought the team of horses to transport it."

Hearing this, Chris felt relieved. This was the war supplies Chris had prepared for the fortress, part of the result of his late-night work after confirming that the players would capture the fortress.

In addition to muskets and cannons, as well as propellant, food, and medicine, the most important item was a steel plate the size of a bed board.

There was nothing special about the steel plate. What was important was the resurrection array that Chris had personally engraved on it with silver and gold.

With this resurrection array, as long as the player has corpses and meat, he can be resurrected unlimitedly without having to fear the flesh-and-blood grinder called "fortress defense."

"Connie came back half an hour ago..."

Isaac hesitated.

"She also brought back two prisoners."

"Captives? Are they special?"

"Yes, one of them is a priest of the Earth Mother, and the other is a magician... the Count's magician advisor."

"That's true."

Chris became interested, but before he could find time to meet the two people, Connie came trotting over with a more important news that Chris needed to deal with.

"The Restoration Army sent a messenger, announcing the presence of the protector and ruler of Helgeland, recipient of the Black Iron Medal of the Kingdom of Bagnia, and former ceremonial officer of the Bagnia court...

Count Dirac Sisso hopes to meet with Prince Chris Lin at noon today, on the battlefield where he was last night.

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In fact, before noon, Count Dirac Sisso could not wait to have a large sunshade set up on the battlefield ruins, which were still covered with blood, body fragments, and a foul stench, and to lay out a thick felt blanket and gilded rectangular tables and chairs.

Although the scene was very simple, the servants sent by Count Dirac Sisso still tried their best to make this meeting possible. They found a dozen wild flowers from somewhere and placed them in a vase on the table.

Besides that, there was parchment, quill and ink on the table.

Flags painted with a blue shield and crossed swords were inserted on both sides of the parasol, swaying with the air and occasionally hitting the helmets of the two fully armored knights.

There were only four living people at the scene: two knights, a clerk, and an old man.

When Chris led his men down the hillside, he was stunned for a moment when he saw this scene, then he walked over calmly and sat down at the other end of the five-meter-long table.

Isaac quickly brought Bruno and several players wearing breastplates to stand behind and on both sides of Chris.

At the other end of the long table sat an old man with wrinkles on his face, sharp eyes and gray hair. He was about sixty years old and wore a half-body armor that was polished enough to serve as a mirror. A red velvet cape hung on his left shoulder.

For some reason, Chris always felt that Count Dirac Sisso's sitting posture was a little strange, because he was facing him with his body tilted.

Under the half of his body that was covered by the cloak and the table, was there still half of his buttocks not on the seat?

While Chris was watching Dirac, the Count was also observing the former.

Before Chris sat down, Count Dirac's thick eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes revealed impatience and severity.

After Chris came in and sat down, Dirac's expression changed slightly. He looked at the former's face and became surprised, amazed, and a little incredible.

"Is it really Prince Chris!?"

(End of this chapter)