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"Yes." Celine nodded.

"I am the only owner of this castle," Charlotte raised her head and pointed at her nose. "It is like my room, so I decorate my room by myself. Isn't this normal?"

"Oh." Celine suddenly realized.

"Come to think of it..." Charlotte looked up at the sky, then looked at Celine with some confusion, "Lola and the others are in class at this time, right? How come you, a teacher, have time to be here to plant flowers with me?"

"Today, Miss Heidi will explain the inner rules of the supernatural faction to them," Celine said, puffing up her cheeks uncontrollably. "Sir, I think I may not be suitable to be a teacher."

"Huh? Why?" Charlotte asked.

"I basically don't understand what Miss Heidi taught me in class. I... I don't know many words," Celine paused for a moment, then continued, "My sword skills are not suitable for teaching Laura and the others. I can only practice some boxing and grappling techniques with them every day."

Celine's best martial art is swordplay, which is a powerful and powerful swordplay that can cut people like cutting melons and vegetables. However, Charlotte trained girls like Lola and Sofia as spies and assassins, and swordplay is obviously not suitable for them. How can a normal assassin carry a big sword as tall as a person to assassinate someone?

When Celine was originally working with Cecilia, she felt that there was very little she could teach. Now that Heidi was here, Celine felt even more redundant.

"If you don't understand something, you can learn it from Heidi." Seeing that Celine still looked unimpressed, Charlotte smiled and asked, "If you don't want to be a teacher, then what do you want to do?"

"I think I am more suitable for the battlefield. Please let me fight." Celine picked up the hoe and made a gesture of holding a sword with both hands.

Charlotte was about to say, "War will happen sooner or later, there's no need to rush," but before she could open her mouth, Cecilia hurried over and interrupted Charlotte's chat.

"Miss Charlotte, the black wolf is back." Cecilia said.

"Black Wolf?" Charlotte thought of the old tribesman with white hair and beard and wrinkled face. "He finally came back? He had been gone for such a long time, I thought he died in the Campe Mountains. Did he come back alone?"

"No," Cecilia shook her head, "Black Wolf brought back a lot of people, probably two to three thousand."

"Oh? It's quite a harvest." Charlotte stood up, clapped her hands, and said, "Let's go and take a look together."

Charlotte, Cecilia and others rode to a military camp southwest of the castle. This military camp was originally the earliest station of Viscount Lanwan's guards. It was built according to the scale of 200 to 300 knights, so it was a bit small. After the Ambratu general, Mariasis, led his citizen soldiers to surrender to Charlotte, this small military camp was no longer enough.

After the construction of Elm Town, the people had some free time, so Herman Green negotiated with Cecilia to build a larger military camp with more houses next to the old garrison. The small military camp in the old garrison was left for the fierce wolf warriors who came out of the Campe Mountains to live in.

Firstly, the number of the Fierce Wolf Warriors is small, and secondly, living next door to the knights, these barbarians who have never been baptized by civilization in their bones can be more restrained.

When Charlotte entered the military camp, Hermann Green had already surrounded the parade ground with his knights and squires.

It turned out that this time Black Wolf brought back more than fifty fierce wolf warriors and more than two thousand mountain people in one go.

The newly arrived wolf warriors and mountain people were somewhat restless and obviously very dissatisfied with their situation. They had clearly come here to seek refuge, but they were being treated like prisoners!

However, Hermann Green ignored the other party's dissatisfaction and whipped anyone who tried to leave the training ground mercilessly.

There was no other way. With the sixty wolf warriors that Black Wolf had brought back twice before, there were already more than one hundred and ten wolf warriors in this small camp. Although the Orlan Knights liked to call the wolf warriors "monkey warriors", if they were not careful, these one hundred wolf warriors would be enough to cause a big mess in the territory.

"Miss Charlotte," Herman Green saluted.

"Glad to see you're okay." Charlotte nodded to the captain of the guard who had finally pulled himself together and returned to work, then smiled and said to Black Wolf, "Mr. Black Wolf, thank you for your hard work and for recruiting so many people for my territory."

When Black Wolf saw Charlotte, he knelt down skillfully. After hearing what Charlotte said, he immediately replied, "Serving you is what I have always dreamed of!"

Suddenly, one of the fierce wolf warriors that Black Wolf had just brought shouted, "Black Wolf, is this the noble new master you were talking about? I thought she was some kind of warrior? How come she's just a little bitch?"

"Hahahaha..." The man's words caused a group of Black Wolf warriors and mountain people to laugh.

Black Wolf suddenly raised his head and glared at the other party, then quickly kowtowed to Charlotte and said, "My Lord Viscount, please forgive me. I will teach this rude guy a lesson for you right now."

Charlotte smiled and shook her head, then said to Celine beside her: "Kill him."

Celine nodded, turned around, took a greatsword and a long-handled warhammer from her horse, and then walked into the parade ground.

thump.

Celine threw the long-handled war hammer in front of the wolf warrior who had just spoken.

The wolf warrior whose weapon had been confiscated was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly picked up the warhammer.

Celine carried the sword on her right shoulder, stared at the other person, and slowly approached him step by step.

With every step he took, his aura seemed to increase.

The wolf warrior swallowed secretly.

When the distance between the two was less than ten steps, the ferocious wolf warrior couldn't help but take half a step back.

With just this half step, Herman Green shook his head and said, "Ms. Celine should have won."

Charlotte raised an eyebrow.

Celine took two more steps forward.

The ferocious wolf warrior finally couldn't bear it anymore. He roared, and two wings appeared behind him. He pounced towards Celine like a cheetah.

Celine's reaction was also extremely fast. She leaned back with her left foot in front and her right foot behind. The greatsword in her hands was pushed behind her. Her whole body was instantly tightened like a spring. As a pair of wings of light emerged behind her, the spring was instantly loosened, releasing a huge amount of energy. This energy was transferred to the greatsword through the muscles of her whole body.

The greatsword swung out and collided with the falling long-handled warhammer.

What was knocked off course was actually the long-handled war hammer of the two-winged wolf warrior.

In order to avoid the sword, the wolf warrior retreated quickly.

Celine took a step forward and twisted her body to chop again, but this time the sword was on her left shoulder.

The greatsword swung out again.

The long-handled war hammer was knocked away directly.

Shilin moved forward again, and the greatsword was moved to her right shoulder again.

The sword chopped down for the third time, heavier than the last time.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Three swords.

The ferocious wolf warrior died on the spot.

"Tsk, it's so easy to die?" Charlotte blurted out. She asked Celine to take action because she originally wanted to test this girl who was eager to go to the battlefield. Unexpectedly, Celine won with only three swords.

"The Wolf Warriors also practice the Kanoba faction." Herman Green explained to Charlotte, and then praised, "Although the battle was short, it was not easy. Miss Celine is undoubtedly a genius."

Charlotte nodded. Now thinking back, Celine's battle was indeed not easy.

The special thing about the Kanoba faction is that morale will directly affect the strength of ability. To put it bluntly, the contest between the two Kanoba warlocks is a contest of momentum. The moment the fierce wolf warrior picked up the hammer given by Shilin from the ground, he had actually lost half the momentum.

The three brutal sword strikes that seemed like a life-for-life move by Shilin were actually a process of constantly weakening the opponent's momentum and strengthening her own momentum. If Shilin had chosen a slightly more conservative sword move and the enemy had parried one or two of her moves, she would not have been able to completely crush the enemy's morale and win so smoothly, and might have instead been defeated.

After making sure that the enemy was dead, Celine went to pick up the war hammer that she had just knocked flying into the crowd of mountain people. As soon as she approached, the mountain people who had just been laughing along with the wolf warriors nervously scattered away, their fear evident in their eyes.

Charlotte curled her lips secretly. These mountain people are always like this. Even if you put a sword on their neck, if you don't kill some people in front of them, they will still think you are easy to bully. Charlotte really doesn't understand why this tribe has developed such a character.

Black Wolf lowered his head even lower, as if he was worried that Charlotte would vent her anger on him.

However, Charlotte was not such a stingy person. Being cursed at would not cause her any loss, and Charlotte never cared much. Killing the fierce wolf warrior was just to deter these wild and unruly guys.

"I once promised you that if you could recruit a hundred wolf warriors for me, I would knight you." Charlotte didn't have the Viscount's dagger with her, so she took a sword from Herman's waist. "Now that you have done it, I should fulfill my promise."

The black wolf suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of ecstasy.

Charlotte placed the sword on Black Wolf's shoulder and said, "I, Viscount Lanwan, Charlotte Melefield, appoint you as a knight. Mr. Black Wolf, I believe you don't believe in God either. You should swear allegiance to me in the name of your ancestors."

"No, no," Black Wolf shook his head repeatedly, "How can my ancestors who are as lowly as horse manure be worthy of being compared with Miss Mellerfield? I'd better swear to Ig. I swear to Ig that I will serve Charlotte Mellerfield for the rest of my life, and I will not die well if I betray her!"

Black Wolf's nonsense made Hermann Green's eyebrows jump wildly. Even those slaves of humble origins would not belittle their ancestors like this, right? In his heart, Hermann Green was reluctant to admit that such a person was actually a knight like himself, but he was not a narrow-minded person. Black Wolf brought back 110 fierce wolf warriors and more than 3,000 mountain slaves for Viscount Lanwan, and Hermann also acknowledged this credit.

In comparison, the dozen or so orthodox knights who were promoted from knight squires and appointed by Charlotte after she captured Ambrato were somewhat unworthy of the title.

"I'll let Cecilia deliver your reward to you. You've been running around for almost two months. You should take a good rest recently." Charlotte added.

"Yes." Black Wolf knocked his head loudly again.

"As usual, these wolf warriors will be handed over to you for management, Knight Hermann." Charlotte said as she returned the sword to Hermann.

"As you wish." Hermann took the sword and replied.

"As for these mountain folks," Charlotte looked at Cecilia again, "they should have been trained by Knight Jarrod Garcia, but Knight Jarrod hasn't come back yet..."

"No," Cecilia shook her head, "Knight Jarrod is back."

"Back?" Charlotte asked in surprise.

"Well, he just came back," Cecilia said, "Knight Jarrod was injured and is receiving treatment from a doctor, so he hasn't had time to see you yet."

"Injured? How?" Charlotte asked.

"I don't know either, but he said he brought back what you wanted safely." Cecilia said.

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Volume 115: Chapter 103 Chapter : Outrageous Intelligence War

Charlotte saw Jarrod Garcia, whose left palm and neck had just been re-bandaged.

"How did you get yourself so miserable?" Charlotte asked in surprise.

Jarrod kicked a box at his feet, and a man with a mustache, tied up tightly, and unconscious rolled out of the box. Jarrod pointed at the man and smiled bitterly, "Miss Charlotte, the guy you want is a little more difficult than I expected. I got into trouble by accident."

The man in the box was none other than Ferguson, a sorcerer and scholar whom Charlotte had met once before. Although the moldy snacks left a deep impression on Charlotte, both Simon Capriati and Cliff Chapman highly respected Mr. Ferguson, and Charlotte, who was in urgent need of talent, had no choice but to ask Jarrod to invite him to the territory.

However, Jarrod's invitation would definitely not be as polite as when Charlotte came to visit...

"I knocked him out with a stick while he was peeing in the alley, stuffed him in a box and shipped him out of Platinum City," said Jarrod Garcia.

Charlotte couldn't help but take a step back and gently covered her nose with her fingers, as if she could still smell the urine smell on Ferguson.

"Since you were knocked unconscious by just one blow, how did you get injured?" Charlotte was even more puzzled. "I asked Mr. Cliff, and this Ferguson is just a one-winged swordsman, right?"

"Don't underestimate him because he is just a one-winged swordsman. He has some very strange martial arts skills..." Jarrod took out a gray object and handed it to Charlotte.

Charlotte took the object curiously and looked at it carefully, only to find that it was a gray, dull silk thread. The thread was thin and long, but extremely tough.

According to Jarrod, Ferguson sewed this thread into a glove, and when fighting, the glove was torn in half, turning it into a very sharp weapon. Combined with Ferguson's close combat skills that were rarely seen in the Orlan Empire, this thread was extremely dangerous.

After leaving Platinum City for a distance, Jarrod wanted to let Ferguson out to get some fresh air, but Ferguson attacked Jarrod as soon as he came out. Jarrod was caught off guard and Ferguson approached him. If he had not experienced the test of life and death for a long time and made the decision to sacrifice his left hand in a flash, he would probably have been cut in the neck by Ferguson's silk thread.

"Tsk, he's really a hidden master." Charlotte walked forward and kicked Ferguson twice.

Ferguson didn't react at all, and seemed to be really unconscious. However, Charlotte knew that he was just pretending. Just now, when Jarrod mentioned how he hit Ferguson with a club while he was peeing, the miracle bead on Charlotte's chest really sensed Ferguson's sudden rise in anger. A person who was unconscious shouldn't have such emotional fluctuations.

"Don't pretend to be asleep, I know you are awake, Mr. Ferguson." Charlotte smiled.

After hearing what Charlotte said, Ferguson knew he couldn't pretend anymore. He opened his eyes and tried to sit up, but Jarrod, probably to vent his anger at being ambushed, had tied the rope quite tightly. Ferguson churned on the ground like a worm, but still couldn't sit up.

"Welcome to my territory, Mr. Ferguson." Charlotte gracefully lifted her skirt.

Ferguson lay on the ground, with his butt sticking out and his face tilted, and said with difficulty: "Is this how you entertain guests, Your Excellency?"

"After all, I personally came to invite you to visit my territory before, but you refused. Now, although you have come to my territory on your own initiative, I don't know what your thoughts are. If I am too enthusiastic, it may make you uncomfortable, so I have to be a little neglectful to you." Charlotte said with a smile.

What kind of ideas did I come with? What don’t you understand?

Being hit with a club while peeing, and then being put in a box and sent thousands of miles away, no one would have a pleasant thought, right?

Ferguson cursed Charlotte for being shameless in his heart, but he also understood that the situation was stronger than him. There was no point in lying on the ground and arguing with Charlotte, which would only make him more embarrassed.

"Sir Charlotte," Ferguson took a deep breath and said, "You have brought me all the way here. There must be something you need me to do, right? This is not the etiquette of asking someone to do something. Please let me go first. No matter what it is, as long as I can do it, we can discuss it."

"I do have something I want to ask you to do," Charlotte nodded. "I want to reorganize the Sokya Citizen Militia faction. Both Simon Capriati and Cliff Chapman recommended you to me. They said you would be able to do it."

Ferguson's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his tone became tougher. He twisted his shoulders with difficulty and said, "It's just a mere reorganization of the citizen militia faction. I can do it, but I'm afraid it's a bit difficult for you to treat me like this..."

"One hundred thousand fros," Charlotte said, holding up a finger. "If you just finish the job, I'll pay you one hundred thousand fros."

When Charlotte said this, Ferguson and Jarrod Garcia's breathing stopped.

One hundred thousand francs!

One hundred thousand fusos might not be a big deal for the Melefield family, but it was a number that most knights would find difficult to save in their lifetime.

"One, one hundred thousand..." Ferguson's voice trembled a little, but he gritted his teeth and said, "One hundred thousand Fuso, maybe a little less..."

Charlotte ignored Ferguson's words and smiled again: "You have three months. If your work results are not satisfactory to me after three months, then the belly of the sea fish swimming in Lan Bay will be your final destination in this life."

The cold murderous intent in those words made Ferguson's hair stand on end.

Charlotte motioned for Jarrod to help Ferguson untie the ropes.

"You can take a two-day break and start your work the day after tomorrow, but the rest time will also be counted within the three-month period."

Charlotte said this, performed another skirt-lifting salute, and then turned and left the room.

Walking out of the room, Charlotte looked down at the pearl flower on her chest and couldn't help but sigh that this was a convenient miracle. Ferguson's overjoyed mood when he heard the 100,000 yes or no was "seen" clearly by the pearl flower. Without knowing it, I'm afraid no one can hide their thoughts in front of it.