Chapter 153 The last day at Castle Joan
“Your Majesty the Duke, I have delivered the gift.”
Half-kneeling in front of Dardenne, the previous knight took off his helmet and flattered him. He said to Darnay in a flattering manner.
In front of him, in the empty hall, it was obviously daytime, but because of the dim light, he had to light candles.
On the long table, there were only two people sitting, the Duke and the Duchess. More than ten servants stood in a row aside carrying towels, water glasses, handkerchiefs and wine bottles.
Not far away, a singer was playing the harp softly to accompany the two of them.
“Bishop Bulwerf, how are you?”
“Still detained there, the guard is quite tight, he is okay, he has not suffered any abuse, not even bruises, just I'm not in a good mood."
"No one will be in a good mood if he is locked up all the time." Bamanda swallowed a piece of steak and rinsed her mouth with wine before saying, " Frisiska, you did a good job this time, come on, have a drink.”
The servant on the side immediately handed over the wine bottle and poured a glass for Frisiska, and he drank it immediately. And done.
"One day, I hope you can sit at the table and drink with us." Dardenne smiled inarticulately, "Oh, by the way, all the war bonds were sold out today. It is the happiest time. How could there be no knightly poems? What?"
Bamanda clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, I just said there is something missing."
"Come on, write a song for us. Money, a villa, a beautiful woman, a donkey!”
It’s no wonder that the Duke and Duchess are so happy today, their hard work has finally paid off! .
The couple accumulated 30,000 gold pounds one after another, not to mention the 60,000 gold pounds deposited in the Holy See Bank after selling off their assets, and the 30,000 gold pounds that the French royal family has not yet received.
A full 120,000 gold pounds.
This does not include the previously purchased properties and manor near Huaqiu City, as well as the shares invested in coffee bean futures.
Last year, a coffee bean called "Eternal Alexandrus" sold for a high price of 6,700 gold pounds.
It is a pity that there are still 3,000 spears, 900 sets of old breastplates, and some scattered weapons and iron ingots in the former Duke's armory that have not been sold. It is a pity.
"Bamanda, wait a few years, our wedding will be held on a sunny spring day in March or April. By then, please believe me, even the red archbishop will come. .”
Darnay left the table, walked to Bamanda's side, and held her hand.
Only at this time will Bamanda feel that she has chosen the wrong husband: "Yes, as long as our army arrives, this is not our end, this is just the beginning."
< br>Dane didn't speak. He gently touched Bamanda's shoulder and suddenly blew out two candles, making the hall suddenly darken.
His hand slid straight down from Bamanda's shoulders and reached between her breasts. Bamanda let out a low ██.
The light in the hall gradually weakened, and the two people's ██ decreased little by little. In the end, they simply climbed directly on the dining table, and the two ███ penises were entangled together.
Knight Frisiska, who had completed the knight's poem, stood awkwardly aside with a pen and paper in hand, and slowly moved towards the door.
"Frissiska, where is my poem?" Dardenne shouted to Frissiska with a flushed face.
"I, I, have written it, I will get back to you... now seems not the time..."
"What are you talking about." Dana panted lightly, "Now, now is the time, come behind me, read, read to me."
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"锃——"
The long sword was put into the sheath and fit tightly.
But Horn held the hilt of the sword and pulled it out smoothly. He looked at Brock: "Is this sword mine?"
"Yes."
“Really?”
"Yes, it was quite long before."
"You also know that it is not this length." Horn showed the sword, which was obviously one size smaller than the original, in front of Brock .
Halkin complained from the side: "Dad, this is not how business is done. You can cut corners, but you can't steal like this. This sword is obviously shorter, and people can tell at a glance..."
Brock kicked Halkin on the waist, knocking him to the ground.
Brock then turned around and explained: "This sword of yours is different from others. Inside that sword, there is a red steel sword embryo. Maybe he got this sword. Humans don't have the forging skills of us dwarves, so a layer is cast outside the sword embryo, so it is longer than an ordinary sword.
The reason why you cut off the tip of the sword when you cut down the tree is not that the wood broke and the sword flew away, but that the red steel sword embryo inside the sword broke.
I will help you recast the entire sword, and it will be a thousand times better than the original one. ”
Speaking of his craftsmanship, this seemingly honest and old-fashioned dwarf couldn’t help but feel arrogant.
Perhaps the dwarves were driven to live in the mountains by humans, but the dwarves’ fire casting craftsmanship was unparalleled. A thousand times better than humans!
Picking up the half-hand sword that was about 1.3 meters tall, Horn swung it around and found that it was indeed much smoother than before.
Maybe Horn felt that the sword that was smooth before was not so smooth on the outside, but the sword embryo inside.
He took a step forward and struck the cedar tree next to him with his sword like a plow. The cedar tree immediately broke from it.
“Not bad.” Returning the sword into its sheath, Horn was extremely satisfied. “Halkin no longer has to hide from debts. There is going to be a war soon. You two, father and son, run away as quickly as possible.”
“ Sigh." At this point, Brock muttered with great sadness, "I don't even know how to get out. The castle and the checkpoints are closed, just like 19 years ago. I shouldn't have listened to that bastard, I should have left earlier. That's right..."
19 years ago, Horn narrowed his eyes. Wasn't that 1425?
Horn thought of those account books and quickly asked: "What happened 19 years ago?"
Brock glanced at Horn in surprise, seeming a little surprised that Horn felt this way. Although he was interested, he still answered honestly: "It seems that the Duke just came to power that year."
"Isn't it April 1424 when the Duke came to power?"
"You are from out of town. , I don’t know, when Lord Darnay inherited the position, he was required to pay a large amount of inheritance tax and gifts to the Leia royal family..."
As Brock told it, Horn gradually understood.
The gift system had originally been abolished, but King Leia insisted on giving it to Dane because the Leia royal family was deeply in debt at the time.
Dane just succeeded to the throne, he was young and vigorous, and he and King Leia blocked the canals, roads and checkpoints to prevent the Leia caravan from passing through.
Later, the Kingdom of Leia even sent out the Order Knights. Darnay could not bear the pressure and pulled out of the church. Only then did King Leia give in and only paid some symbolic gifts.
So Darnay delayed his succession to the throne until September 1425. The matter was not a big deal at the time. It was just a quarrel in letters. Only old people like Brock knew about it.
"So that's it." Horn thought thoughtfully. There is such a thing. No wonder it is not recorded in the guild church. It is disgraceful.
But this has nothing to do with Horn. He will leave tomorrow night.
As for Dia’s divination, there is a high probability that the church’s army is coming.
They came faster than Horn thought.
It’s just that it’s not his trouble, but the Duke’s. In order to deal with this trouble, the Duke has been preparing for a long time, collecting taxes and issuing debts.
I heard that the Duke's secret army had arrived at Castle Joan of Arc, and the refugees were very confident.
Even if the church army comes, with these layers of castles and levels, it will take at least half a year.
In half a year, the Duchess of Herma Stone and the Monastery of Brago knew that it was time to take action no matter how procrastinating they were.
As soon as the two parties arrived, the Archduchess's army was matched with the monks from the Brago Monastery. The church army had to retreat, otherwise it would be attacked from both sides.
But being surrounded means a harsh blockade. If Horne doesn't leave, he will really be trapped in Castle Joan of Arc.
It's time to go.
While repeating these words in his mind, Horn felt as if something was stuck in his throat, making him speechless.
Asking Halkin to take his father to find a place to stay and check the weather, Horn left the camp gate with a few guards to blow the whistle that Carrie left for him.
The night was dark, and all the moonlight was hidden in the dark clouds.
The horse's hooves stepped on the chamomile on the roadside, and the backs of Horn and others quickly disappeared into the night.
But none of them noticed that by the fence of the camp gate, Jeanne, wearing a bridesmaid's dress, was standing there blankly looking at his back.
(End of this chapter)