Warhammer

This was right after Margarita had been attacked by the Tyrell fleet, and she should have been most angry and eager to fight.

The attitude in the reply was quite humble, as if he had given in and was afraid of being bombarded with Margarita again.

After receiving the reply, Rodrigo read what Al said and wrote several times, but still found it unbelievable.

"He actually endured it?!"

"How could he?!"

If the words he wrote to Al happened to him, even if he knew that the other party was deceiving him, the prince would not be able to resist using force.

If it was an internal dispute among the Tyrells, which principality would openly challenge him like this:

I heard that Prince Rodrigo is handsome. I think our two countries should stop fighting. You can come here in female clothes and marry someone from us. We can be friends forever.

In this case, when the two places start fighting, Miragliano's army is aiming to wipe out the entire family.

If we don't tear off the heads of the person who said this and his close associates who supported him in saying this and hang them on the city walls as ornaments, and kill them all to make a river of blood, the Visconti family can forget about unifying the Tyrells, and will just have to hide behind Castle Black and play the King's Game behind closed doors.

When Rodrigo received the letter, he even considered whether to make it public directly at home and abroad in order to damage Al's image in the United Kingdom and boost the confidence of his people, but after careful consideration, he gave up this plan.

He wrote a letter in his private capacity to humiliate the ruler of a country. Once it was exposed, it would have been a great loss of his image and diplomatic credibility. Not only did the other party not get angry, but he also wrote a reply to him in a tactful tone, which was then made public.

From then on, the reputation of the Black Castle Court was not far from being a bad reputation.

The prince considered the pros and cons and finally decided to keep the reply sealed for the time being. Only when these things were exposed after the war would they not damage the reputation of the victor.

If he could recapture Margarita, restore the old Kingdom of Estalia, and even use this prestige to complete domestic reforms and achieve the unprecedented feat of unifying the Tyrells, then this extremely humiliating and "disrespectful" letter would only become a joke that proves that "the Great" or "the Unifier" Rodrigo looked down on the southern country with unparalleled momentum.

The loser will become a laughing stock, lose his honor and lose everything.

"click"

Just as the prince closed the small box containing the letter and was about to put it away, an "uninvited guest" came here.

The prince's older wife, Isabella.

She walked straight to the prince, who, like a child trying to cover up his wrongdoing, hurriedly hid the box under his body, but was caught by his quick-eyed and quick-handed wife, who "snatched" the box directly from the prince's hands.

"What's hidden?"

She asked curiously, staring at her husband with a scrutinizing look.

Just like a mother "suspects" that her child has done something wrong again.

“No, no…” The prince nodded, not daring to contradict his “Queen Mother”.

Seeing this, Isabella opened the box directly, took out the two envelopes and glanced at them.

The more she looked at him, the more her eyebrows knitted together. In the end, the prince was already trembling with fear just by seeing his wife's knitted brows. He was about to get up and run away when he heard a cry: "Seal off the surroundings, no one is allowed to approach!"

The two teams of maids following the princess immediately retreated out of the door, blocked the passage, and spontaneously dispersed to prevent anything that happened to the couple in the room from being eavesdropped on by outsiders.

Isabella stared at the prince with a "terrifying" look.

The prince protested loudly: "I have something else to do, I have to leave first!"

"You're not going anywhere!"

"this is my house!"

"It's my home too!" Isabella's eyes opened wide as she glared at the prince. The prince, who was younger than his wife and far inferior in fighting ability, trembled all over and even forgot to resist and was pressed down by his wife, lying on those slender and plump thighs, which were the type that Al liked best.

Isabella picked up a book from the desk and hit the prince's noble butt.

"Clap clap clap!"

He was hit three times in a row, not with much force, but it was an experience the prince rarely had, so he immediately stared at his wife with an expression of disbelief.

Seeing this, Isabella increased her strength and hit him again. After a "bang", the prince cried out in pain and then put on a pitiful look.

The princess said unhappily, "It's less powerful than usual!" Then she loosened the restraint on her young husband. The prince was no longer annoyed about it. He put on a flattering expression, stood up, patted his butt, walked around behind his wife, and began to massage her shoulders.

It is no wonder that some people privately made some teasing remarks about the prince and his wife:

More like mother and son than wife.

The prince did not take this as an offense at all. It could even be said that these palace rumors from outside actually helped him.

I can ask my wife Isabella to try some special role play...

"It doesn't matter. I didn't lose anything anyway... It also proves one thing: he is either a coward seeking fame or an extremely tough opponent."

The prince explained to his wife softly, "After I win, it won't matter if these letters are made public. Who dares to criticize them?"

Isabella's attitude had already changed somewhat. She didn't want to confront her husband, even though she was completely well-intentioned. But after hearing this, she couldn't help but immediately asked back:

"Can you always win, 'Rodrigo the Besieger'?"

She used the title and ending of her ancestors to explain the other party. For this woman who attached great importance to family name and bloodline, this was something she would do only if she cared about the other party very much.

Isabella listed a possibility for the prince:

"Have you ever thought about what would happen to you and Visconti if your legion did not reach Margherita one or two years after you sent that letter, and the army of the 'wise king' arrived outside Miragliano?"

His wife's seriousness made the prince do nothing but obey orders. He did not dare to continue to argue at this time. Although he did not take Isabella's words to heart, he seriously considered this possibility.

Instead, he smiled and "admitted his fault" and said, "If that happens... I will do as he wrote in the letter, change into women's clothes, and go to greet him in person!"

Chapter 57: Extraordinary Fear

A brown-gray hare was hopping in the grass.

Suddenly, it pricked up its ears.

A cold light came from far away, piercing its soft body and piercing into the ground.

Two soldiers dressed as hunters came out of the woods, picked up the hare killed by the crossbow arrows, and threw it into the bag of prey.

From the bulging appearance, it can be seen that today's harvest has been quite fruitful.

The two men carried today's prey and began to walk back to the camp.

A younger hunter could not help complaining to his companions: "There is nothing here except wild beasts and swamps."

For this young city dweller from the capital of the principality, hunting and exploring in dense forests and wetlands was a novel experience that was okay occasionally, but it would inevitably become boring if he repeated this kind of life for a long period of time.

Even because the garrison is remote and difficult, and carries a certain degree of military confidentiality, even prostitutes and traveling merchants will not come here. Therefore, although the treatment is relatively better than others, the soldiers of the Principality of Miragliano have always regarded garrisoning in the Withered Swamp as a chore.

"Isn't there still that girl?" the older sergeant said without even turning his head, causing the young man to blush and feel a little embarrassed.

"Isn't it the same for you and Mrs. Anne?" He fought back unwillingly, and couldn't help recalling the sweetness of the past. His steps became much lighter, and he quickened his pace towards the camp carrying the prey. He couldn't wait to take a break after returning to work and go back to the village.

The location where their garrison was stationed was actually much better than those troops guarding the north of the Demon Rat Ruined City. At least no matter how remote their outpost was, there would definitely be inhabited settlements within a hundred miles. It was more like a local garrison than a border defense.

The nearby villages are the only two channels for the soldiers to communicate with the outside world. The other is the officials of the principality.

After leaving their military duties, many garrison soldiers, not even bothering to change into civilian clothes, would go to villages where they were familiar with each other to take a vacation, return to civilian life and, more importantly, find women.

Or find a "family" and integrate into it.

This is normal and no big deal for the open-minded and inclusive Tyrells. The garrisons from all over the world with different experiences are also an important channel for the country people in this remote area on the edge of the fertile land, which is somewhat ignored by the mainstream world, to connect with the outside world.

Some of them have been to the Empire, the New World, even Kislev and the Cathay Dynasty. They are knowledgeable and capable, and can bring a lot of help to the villagers. Those soldiers who are middle-aged and are in the most charming stage after experiencing vicissitudes of life are often welcomed by the villagers.

They will be welcomed by many families and sign a contract with the other party depending on the situation. After that, they will go to the other party's home during their off-duty and vacation time and be treated as guests, but also accepted as members of the family and recuperate.

This kind of private contract is usually accompanied by some special and ambiguous connotations, but this is nothing to the Tyrells, who are more open than the Estalia. Even if the "temporary male master" leaves his blood in his wife's body, as long as both parties have agreed on some things in advance, neither the head of the family nor the neighbors will object to it. The locals will also treat these heirs with outsiders' blood as their own and treat them the same as other heirs.

Men and women are keen on finding lovers. The more lovers a person has, the more attractive he or she is. This is a romantic culture in Tyrell, from the court to the people. Even couples will agree on some "rules" with each other, such as:

5pm to 8pm is private time. No one can interfere with what the two parties do during this time, but after this time, they must return to their normal lives.

Only one new long-term lover is allowed per year, and one-night stands with no more than five outsiders in total;

Of course, these are mostly the kinds of things that city dwellers would delve into, but for country folk, they can just go for what they like. It is normal for four couples of neighbors to break up and get back together again and again, and for more than a dozen couples to form relationships within a year.

The old sergeant smiled as he watched the young man speeding forward, marveling at his passion.

The ratio of old to new garrison troops here is about one to one. Compared with these "swamp veterans" who have fixed posts, will not be easily transferred, and have completely turned into local troops, these young people from outside are always full of energy and passion. Most of them will become curious about the mediocre status quo soon after arriving here, and then will devote their energy to the villagers' women. Compared with the old soldiers who already have a deep network of relationships here and are considered half locals.

The momentary impulse and passion of young people often result in broken hearts and feelings. Over time, slightly mature women do not like to establish relationships with young soldiers. Only those young girls with budding flowers still like to tie their hearts to these guys from the "big cities".

The fathers of some of them might be the soldiers who were rotated here in the previous batches.

......

"Didn't the Beastmen escape from the mountains? Maybe they will cross the Inara Mountains and come directly to Miragliano to attack us?"

In the military camp, a group of people who looked like officers were chatting.

A staff officer raised this conjecture with a serious expression, and then he himself laughed out loud at the idea.

"But I think the probability of them coming out of the ruins of the wasteland and attacking Miragliano is probably higher!"

Another colleague took over the topic, causing another round of laughter.

"Everyone, you might as well think about this: if they really come through the mountains, what will they rely on to deal with our artillery and city walls?" Someone made a more serious suggestion.

"I know! I heard that when they were fighting pirates in Tolosa, there was a giant minotaur in their army that was said to be as tall as a warship. I think they might want to use it to break through the city wall!"

"Hahaha~!" Then there was another round of unbridled laughter. They were extremely bored after being sent to garrison in the Withered Swamp. As officers, most of them were of aristocratic status or came from wealthy families. They did not think much of the women of the villagers. At most, they kept a few regular lovers to take care of the affairs of sharpening their guns.

When they have free time, they get together regularly to exchange their understanding of the outside world and interesting things, which becomes their way of having fun.

The enemy crossed the mountains and attacked Miragliano by surprise, which was a method that even the craziest brain could not think of!

Not to mention how much baggage the rugged mountain road would require and how much pressure it would put on logistics. Even if the little masked man walked out with his army, exhausted, without the support of artillery or ships, how would they face Miragliano, where each section of the city wall had dozens of cannons and thousands of elite soldiers defending it?

The century-long chaos has receded, bringing such a long period of harmony and "truce" to the mortal world.

That dark age when evil spirits were rampant and mountains, seashores, caves and the north were all forbidden to mortals was a "myth" three or even four generations ago for mortals.

The ceasefire brought about development, but also caused mortals to lose their vigilance and understanding of the demons and monsters that once slaughtered people and brought disaster to the world.

Al didn't realize that he might have more enemies now, but the people who would most likely become his "allies" in the future had lost their vigilance to such an extent against the threats he had always been worried about.

But what can he do if he knows?

Only before the Three-Eyed King's Regicide is slain—by ​​himself!

Four mothers and their son, the savior of destiny! The orthodox eternal god of chaos!

Personally——to awaken the horror and fear of the extraordinary army in the mortal world.

"You only have one chance to resist the destruction of the world... If you can't stay vigilant, then let me do it. I will take the power and unify all living beings. I will do it!"

"Wield the whip and teach the weak body and the fallen soul with pain!"

"Wake up and be alert!"

Chapter 58: Love between young men and women

Two young people, a man and a woman, were chasing each other by the lake. The girl wore a wreath on her head with a white veil that fluttered in the wind, like a lake fairy walking out of the mist.

The young man was none other than the new recruit who had gone hunting with the old sergeant. He finally had his vacation and the chance to meet his lover whom he had met in the local village.

"careful!"

The young soldier suddenly reminded loudly. The girl who was "escaping" in front of him didn't understand why, but she still followed her lover's instructions, stopped, and looked around vigilantly.

Suddenly, a great force attacked her from behind.

"ah!"

A pair of arms that were not broad but very strong and reliable embraced her, and then the whole person was lifted up.

"Huey!"

The girl scolded her lover, but the young soldier laughed and held the girl in his arms, then found a dry grass spot and lay down on it.

"How long can you rest this time?"

"Five days? Maybe three days. The military affairs are quite busy during this period. It should be better in two months." The young man was not sure. He sniffed the scent of his lover and couldn't help but pecked the girl's smooth face lightly.

The girl was a little disappointed when she heard this.

"I also want to go to Catania with you..." Catania is a new city built by Miragliano in the Bay of Purunya in the west of the swamp after he successfully controlled the entire Withered Swamp after a border war with Tobaro.

After the Great Holy War, the Withered Swamp has now become the largest granary in Tyrell, and its output supplies various places from Bator, the Empire to Araby, the Border Territory, etc. Even in the Dwarf Mountain Kingdom, beer brewed with wheat from Tyrell has been gradually accepted by the proud and stubborn dwarves, and they are full of praise.

It can be said that this fertile natural wetland contributed at least one-third to the rapid development of the Principality of Miragliano. The large amount of grain exports supported the rapid population growth of the principality, and the continuous supply of scarce food to the devastated old world brought immeasurable benefits to the principality.

As a result, Catania developed rapidly and became the largest grain transit and export city.