Rose Empire

"How could that be?" Charlotte laughed, "Father never forbade me to visit Grandpa."

"Then why haven't you been to my Kingdom of Cato for half a year?" Ethel asked.

"I have been conferred the title of Viscount. I have been building my own territory in the past few months. I plan to do something big!" Charlotte announced seriously, her hands on her hips.

However, the more seriously Charlotte spoke, the more likely it was that she would be mistaken for a child's nonsense.

Ethel said unconcernedly, "Your Viscount Lanwan Territory? There aren't many people there. If you really want a fief, you might as well come to me. I can give you a decent place."

Ethel's words were also sincere. In the wealthy areas of the Green Plains Principality in the Kingdom of Cato, although a viscount territory is also more than 20 knight territories, they can afford to support more than 10 or 20 knights per knight territory, unlike Charlotte, who initially could not even meet the basic standard of five knights per knight territory.

However, Charlotte shook her head and rejected Ethel's kindness.

Firstly, the locational advantage of the Viscount of Lanwan is unmatched by other places. It is adjacent to the Orlan Empire in the east, the Kingdom of Lesare in the west, and the Sokya Peninsula in the south, which gives Charlotte enough room for development. Secondly, Charlotte has annexed the Ambulatu County, and the financial and military resources have been greatly improved. When the Lanwan Canal is opened next year, Charlotte believes that no one will regard the Viscount of Lanwan as an insignificant grain of sand on the chessboard.

"I still like the Viscount Lanwan's territory very much. If grandpa really cares about me, then please give me some pocket money and supplies!" Charlotte smiled while rubbing her fingers.

Ethel did not refuse, but asked directly: "What supplies do you want?"

"Dragon-shooting crossbow?" Charlotte said, tilting her head.

Ethel glanced sideways at Charlotte.

"What about the vulture arrow?" Charlotte asked again.

"These are all important military weapons, how can I let you play with them?" Ethel laughed angrily.

"He won't give me this, and he won't give me that," Charlotte said unhappily. "Isn't Grandpa too stingy?"

"How about I give you some Faberk swords?" Ethel said.

Fabok is the capital of the Kingdom of Cato, and the sword named after Fabok is naturally the standard weapon that Cato is proud of. The Fabok sword is tough and durable, and it can cut iron like mud. It is one of the important trump cards of the Kingdom of Cato to dominate the empire. Ethel Hollowen is willing to give the Fabok sword to Charlotte, which shows that he really dotes on his granddaughter Charlotte.

But Charlotte rejected it after a moment's thought: "I don't want any sword. I don't need any sword. Otherwise, could Grandpa support me with a few giant eagles?"

"How can the Faberk sword be compared with ordinary swords?"

Ethel sneered at her granddaughter's ignorance, but she didn't want it. If Charlotte was really willing to give the Fabok sword, she would feel painful. Charlotte refused to take it, and Ethel was somewhat happy.

Charlotte also had her considerations. The Fabok sword, like the Vulture Arrow, was the product of a complex ritual. Its production was slightly higher than that of the Vulture Arrow, but not much higher. In the entire Kingdom of Cato, only Ethel's trusted elites and the Companion Knights had large-scale equipment. Even if Ethel was willing to support Charlotte with the Fabok sword, he could not give her many swords due to the production.

The main enemies that Viscount Lanwan needs to face now don't actually need high-end weapons such as dragon-shooting crossbows, vulture arrows, and Fabok swords.

"How many giant eagles do you need?" Ethel asked casually.

"One or two hundred should be enough..." Charlotte said thoughtfully.

"One or two hundred?" Ethel asked in surprise, "What do you need so many giant eagles for?"

"My territory can't afford griffins, so I have to raise giant eagles." Charlotte replied.

"The Giant Eagle has a lot of burdens..."

Ethel educated her granddaughter on how to manage the territory. In the minds of the traditional nobles of Orlan, giant eagles have always been messengers and scouts, as well as mounts for the nobles to travel urgently. Raising giant eagles on a large scale like Charlotte did was nonsense. There was no need for such a large number of giant eagles in a remote place like the Viscount of Lanwan.

However, just as Ethel opened her mouth, Charlotte interrupted him with a nod: "Yes, yes, so Grandpa has to give me some more food, plus a few hundred thousand francs in pocket money! Otherwise, I will definitely die of poverty!"

As she spoke, Charlotte spread out her hands.

The corners of Ethel's mouth twitched.

"I have already made an agreement with Sister Monica that we will plant roses on the territory next year. When the flowers bloom, I will definitely send a bouquet to Grandpa." Charlotte said righteously, shaking her hands.

"What kind of roses can be worth hundreds of thousands of francs!" Ethel slapped Charlotte's hand unhappily, but did not say no.

Charlotte chuckled. She knew that although the specific amount had not been determined, the aid had been agreed upon.

At noon, Ethel asked Charlotte to stay for lunch, but he did not eat at his own residence. This Grace Day was also a war without gunpowder for Ethel, so he was very busy during this period. He needed to constantly contact various forces, find out their intentions, and win over potential allies. For this reason, Ethel had to entertain many guests or participate in various banquets every day.

But even though Ethel was gone, there was another occupant of this luxurious home.

Before lunch, Charlotte finally met Lena Holloway, the princess of the Kingdom of Cato and Helen's sister.

"Xia, Luo, Te!"

The tall and beautiful girl with long violet hair, wearing a light pink dress and a slim figure, like a lotus flower emerging from the water, rushed up to Charlotte affectionately (and harmoniously) when she saw her.

Charlotte smiled and moved aside, avoiding the girl's pounce.

"Eh?" Lena puffed up her cheeks, "Charlotte is so cold, even though we haven't seen each other for so long."

Charlotte wrinkled her nose, sniffed at Lena's ear, and said in surprise, "There's no scent at all?"

Just looking at her violet hair, many people would probably think that Lena is not of the Hollowen family, but Lena is indeed a genuine Hollowen descendant. However, Lena's mother, Charlotte's grandmother, had veela blood, and when it came to Lena, for some reason, her blood reverted to her ancestral lineage, making Lena a nearly pure-blooded veela.

Veela is a kind of extraordinary creature in this world. They have no fixed appearance and can transform into swans, horses, eagles, snakes or wolves, but most of the time they still maintain the appearance of humans. No matter what species Veela transforms into, they are only female and have the extraordinary ability to charm other individuals of the species to mate with them.

The characteristics of Veela blood are not only reflected in the violet hair and charming appearance, but also in Lena's strong sexual desire and body fragrance that can induce the desire of others. Lena's body fragrance is very light most of the time, and it will only become strong when she is in orgasm.

"Amy said you were entertaining guests and it was inconvenient for me to see you. Could it be that the guest didn't serve Her Royal Highness the Princess well?" Charlotte said puzzledly.

"What?" Lena raised her little fist and waved it. "That girl Amy always spread rumors about me. The guest I received was Sister Banasa, not a beauty. What can I do? I will definitely teach Amy a lesson later, so that girl will always say things that will lead to misunderstandings."

"Sister Banasa?" Charlotte raised her eyebrows slightly. "Is she the mentor sister of the Rose Hermitage?"

"Yeah," Lena nodded.

"How do you know Sister Banasa?" Charlotte said in surprise.

Speaking of this, Lena suddenly smiled sadly: "For someone like me, apart from being imprisoned in the palace for the rest of my life, the only choice I have is to become a nun."

Charlotte stared at Lena who was feeling sorry for herself for a while, then she lifted her skirt little by little, gradually revealing her fair and fleshy thighs. Her fingertips traced the skin of her thighs higher and higher, then she licked her lips with her pink tongue, revealing a charming and seductive smile: "Want to have a taste, Sister?"

Lena's breathing stagnated, and the resentment on her face suddenly disappeared. She rolled her eyes and spat, "What the hell, a veela like me was seduced by someone!"

Silver Wing Camp, in the western border of the Principality of Bonan.

The Silver Wing Camp is one of the three most important camps set up by the Duke of Bonan on the western border. In the past, more than five thousand knights were stationed here every winter. However, due to the decreasing number of tribesmen entering the country to plunder in recent years, or even disappearing, the size of the Silver Wing Camp has shrunk year by year. This year, there are only more than two thousand knights in the Silver Wing Camp.

According to regulations, the knights guarding the border need to take turns riding giant eagles or griffins to patrol the surrounding dozens of kilometers of borders every day to monitor whether there are any tribesmen invading. However, due to the increasingly fierce winds and snowstorms in the past two days, the giant eagles and griffins can hardly take off, and the knights are not very willing to risk falling to their deaths and flying into the sky to suffer the cold, so the routine patrol mission has been delayed.

"Anyway, with such heavy snow, you can't see anything even if you fly up to the sky. The snow is so deep on the ground, the tribesmen probably won't come out of the mountains."

The knights comforted themselves in this way while drinking hot soup in the relatively warm barracks.

Even the sentries on duty in the arrow tower in the corner of the barracks were wrapped in cashmere blankets, curled up on the ground to avoid the wind, and dozed off out of boredom.

The knights' griffins lay in the open snowfield behind the camp, entering a state similar to hibernation. The squires covered their backs with mats woven from sage, not to keep out the cold - the griffins themselves could withstand the cold, and the scent of sage allowed the griffins to sleep more peacefully.

rustle……

The slight sound was almost inaudible in the sweeping snow and wind.

Suddenly, a large snake emerged from the snow beside a griffin. It was a large snake, and its body was indeed as thick as an ordinary person's arm, but compared to the huge griffin, it was still too slender.

The snake's entire body was almost transparent white, with only a pair of jade-like eyes that stood out against the white snow. Even more amazing was that, although the snow would be separated wherever the snake crawled, its crystal-like body would seem to be blown away by the wind and then solidify again, as if it had no substance and was just made up of smoke.

The snake climbed up the griffin's limbs onto its broad back, and then crawled along its spine all the way to the griffin's long neck, which was similar to that of a giant eagle. Then, the snake really turned into smoke, which turned into countless small snakes and crawled into the gaps between the griffin's neck feathers.

Not only this griffin, but strange giant snakes also emerged one after another from the sides of other griffins.

Boom.

There was a low muffled sound coming from the ground.

The sentry on the arrow tower felt a shock beneath him. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, thinking he was dreaming. He yawned, stood up, and wanted to go downstairs to relieve himself, but when he went downstairs, he casually glanced outside the camp.

Just one glance and he froze.

"Enemy attack!"

The sentry shouted heartbreakingly.

However, it was already too late.

A huge stone stick that was more than two meters long broke through the wind and snow and smashed onto the wooden arrow tower.

squeak……

boom!

After a teeth-grinding cracking sound, the arrow tower collapsed.

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Volume 88: Chapter Eagle Continent Map (Draft)

Image: "Draft of Eagle Continent Map", Location: "Images/1649989017-100298545-108636954.jpg"

This is a simplified map of Eagle Continent. There are still many places that need to be modified. We will gradually improve it in the future.

The two red arrows on the map, from top to bottom and from right to left, represent the protagonist’s current territories - Viscount Lanwan and Ambratu.

The narrow strip of land connecting the Viscountry of Lanwan and Ambulatu is the Lanwan Isthmus frequently mentioned in previous chapters.

Volume 89: Chapter 78 Chapter Going to Platinum City

The commander of the Silver Wing Battalion, Dursley Pastor, is the nephew of the Duke of Bonan, Fernandez Pastor, but he is different from Kimi Contao, the "nephew" of Archbishop Maitland Contao, and Henry Holloway, the nephew of His Majesty Leopold.

Same nephew, different fate.

Dursley Paster was born as a legitimate illegitimate child, which was despised in the aristocratic circle. His mother was an ordinary maid of commoner origin. Although his father was the younger brother of the Duke of Bonan, he was not born of the same mother as the Duke of Bonan. Moreover, Dursley Paster had several older brothers.

As a result, Dursley Paster hardly received any care from the Duke of Bonan, and could even be said to have been neglected. This could be seen from the fact that he was sent to guard the border by the Silver Wing Battalion on the eve of Grace Day.

A month before and after the Holy Grace Festival, the western part of the Principality of Bonan has the heaviest snow and the coldest temperature. No one else in the Pastor family was willing to come, so this task was thrown to Dursley. Dursley was a taciturn person who didn't like to argue. When he first received this task, he didn't say much, thinking that it was okay to suffer a loss once in a while.

However, the result is that after suffering a loss once, there will be a second, third, and fourth time...

The Paster family seemed to have determined that this unpleasant task belonged to Dursley, and they would send him to the Silver Wing Camp every time the wind and snow were the heaviest.

How could Dursley not feel resentful about this? He joined the army at the age of fourteen and fought for the Principality of Bonan for decades. He was also considered a famous general with top merits in the Pastor family. In the end, he received such treatment.

He was resentful and not so active in his duties. It was snowing heavily outside, so Dursley sat around the fire with his officers and drank. The officer who was supposed to go out for patrol sat on Dursley's right, and Dursley didn't say anything.

Anyway, based on Dursley's past experience, the tribesmen would not come out to plunder in this kind of weather. The snow in the mountains was almost waist-deep, making it difficult for the tribesmen to travel.

Just as they were drinking, Dursley suddenly heard an explosion.

Years of experience fighting on the battlefield made Dursley still vigilant. He picked up the knight's sword beside him and rushed to the window, then saw an arrow tower collapse.

Dursley sobered up instantly: "Gather all troops and prepare for battle!"

The officers immediately dispersed and called together the knights of their headquarters.

But, it's too late.

With the help of the heavy snow, the tribesmen's army was not noticed until they were less than 200 meters outside the Silver Wing Camp. The remaining 100 meters were just a matter of sprint.

After throwing the stone club in his hand, the mixed-blood giant in the front row who was responsible for clearing the way roared, then took a big step and rumbled towards the camp.

Wherever the half-blood giants rushed, the snow was pushed aside, leaving clear paths. The other tribesmen behind followed the half-blood giants and charged forward.

Black lines broke through the pale snow and wind, like giant pythons rushing out of their nests and biting their prey.

Dursley's breathing hitched for a moment.

How many tribesmen are there?

In the past, tribesmen usually invaded and plundered as a single tribe, with dozens, hundreds, or at most thousands of people each time. However, the tribesmen who appeared before them were so dense that they could not see the edge at all. This was definitely not the momentum that an army of a thousand people could create.

why?

Why did such a large number of enemies appear in the direction of the Campe Mountains?

Dursley couldn't figure it out, and the war situation didn't allow him to think about the reason anymore.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

One after another, the half-blood giants crashed into the wall of the camp.

The wall of the village supported by logs held out for only a moment before it collapsed with a groan!

Dursley grabbed a round pendant on his chest, put it in his mouth, and blew it hard. The pendant made a sharp sound similar to the cry of an eagle.

This is the device used by the Griffin Knights of the Orlan Empire to summon their own griffins. There are two of these devices in a set. When one is blown, the other will also make a sound. Most of the time, the trained griffins can use this to identify the location of their knights and quickly come to the knights.

However, this time, the comrade who had been with Dursley day and night and had been through thick and thin with him did not arrive immediately.