Section 52: Medieval Car Shock (Second Update Please Support)

Adele lived in a caravan with the maids. Schwab's caravan was surrounded by a circle and placed on the castle open space. The outer edge of the fortress was the place where soldiers were stationed. A bonfire was lit in the center of the caravan. The soldiers and servants cooked food there. Schwab walked out of the corner tower, and the shadows formed between the corner towers seemed to be able to emerge from there at any time. However, a clear singing sounded from the center of the caravan. Schwab listened carefully to the song, and his footsteps moved unconsciously. Schwab tried to slow down his pace, because the armor on his body would make a friction sound, and the rustling of friction seemed to disturb the singing as if it was from nature.

Schwab walked to the fortress surrounded by caravans and saw Adele standing there beside the bonfire, showing her voice affectionately. In the song, she was praising the earth, the flowers, and the spring water. Her clear voice was listening quietly by the soldiers sitting around her. The soldiers who were with swords and swords every day were filled with tenderness outside the battlefield at this moment, and it seemed that she was singing a holy goddess.

"Sir." A sergeant who was leaning against the caravan listened quietly to the song, suddenly saw Schwab coming to the caravan and quickly saluted him. But Schwab immediately stopped him and put his finger beside his mouth to express his desire to be quiet. The sergeant who expressed his understanding nodded quickly. Schwab found an inconspicuous corner and sat down to watch the bonfire party carefully.

"Thank you everyone." When Adele blushed and finished singing the song, warm applause and whistles rang around, and it seemed that Adele was very popular among the soldiers of the Mark Legion.

"It's my turn, it's my turn." The fiery red-haired Sari, who was on the stage, was wearing a close-fitting small scale armor, a otter-skin shawl, and two white and tender arms. He held a sword in his right hand. When the guards of the Sari hit the shield with a battle axe and made a sound, Sari waved his sword and danced next to the fire. This dance that imitated the movement of war was wild and rich in the national style of the Novede. The red hair that flew up when spinning was like the sun in winter. Aroused by this passionate dance, the soldiers also shouted loudly with the weapons in their hands and rhythm. It can be said that Sari's dance pushed the bonfire party to the climax.

"Go and get the wine from our caravan and share it with everyone to resist the cold wind in the middle of the night." Schwab quietly ordered the sergeant commander, so this lively bonfire party attracted the joining of many soldiers in the castle, making the castle lively.

"This is the generous gift of Count Stedeing~~~." When the chief sergeant distributed the ale, he did not forget to remind the soldiers that it was Schwab's gift, so the soldiers raised their slowly wine glasses and shouted, paying tribute to the generous Schwab.

"Ah, Lord Earl, why are you here?" Adele said helplessly when he saw Schwab standing in front of him.

"I'll see you, your singing is so good." Schwab exclaimed to Adele, who was always panicked in front of him. If he participated in the selection of Super Girls in his later generations, he would definitely not be able to win the championship. Unfortunately, in this era, he was buried because of the hierarchy.

"Just sing randomly." Adele said shyly, playing with the ends of her hair. The little daughter always gave Schwab a hint of pity.

"Come on, let's attend this event together." Schwab sat next to the fire, took two glasses of ale from his servant and handed them to Adele. The two looked at the cheering people around him, sharing the joy.

"Sir, have you ever loved me?" In this lively atmosphere, Adele finally plucked up the courage to ask Schwab. Although the two had skin-related relationships in Yas' manor, it was more of a sense of gratitude. However, in Mark Adele gradually understood this unique knight, and now he has become a noble count. Adele, who knows that his low status, no longer fantasizes about being Schwab's wife, but as long as you think about Schwab from time to time, it is enough to make her happy.

"This, I don't know, you are very kind to me, but I'm afraid it will bring you misfortune." Schwab took advantage of the alcohol and exhaled his thoughts and rescued Adele. The reason why Schwab treated him coldly was because he was afraid that she would become the next Marty. However, this lovely girl treated herself deeply and always silently guarded by his side. This moved Schwab very much. However, in this era, the nobles only married a noble lady. Intermarriage between nobles and civilians was not allowed. It would be fine if a man was a noble, but a woman would definitely not survive, which made Schwab feel very conflicted.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you can leave a place for me in your heart, I will be very satisfied." Adele blushed, not knowing whether it was because of alcohol or feeling shy, but a ray of rose red appeared on his white and beautiful face made Schwabu feel excited. Unconsciously, their faces were getting closer and closer, and their lips were sticking tightly together like sucking stones. The two of them leaned tightly together in the flames.

In the narrow caravan, the two of them tear each other their clothes as if they were crazy. Schwab's armor had long been discarded on the road outside the caravan, but there was no need to worry that his loyal servants would sort out the expensive armor. The linen shirt inside Schwab was thrown aside at this time. Adele panted and rode on Schwab's body. This girl, who looked very quiet, seemed to like the dominant posture above. Although Schwab was still able to see the majesty on Adele's chest through some light, it had been a long time since she was close to the girl.

Schwab reached out and grabbed the two warm and soft balls. The two warm and soft balls were gasping for one after another in the caravan. The women kept urging loudly, and the violent ups and downs made the caravan bump. The wooden caravan made of creaking protests. With the violent movement, the caravan swayed up and down, left and right, like a small boat in the waves. I don’t know how long it took, but when the last low growl sounded, smelling the freshness in the night wind, the two hugged each other tightly, and their bodies were covered with sweat after the exercise and the two panting.
Chapter completed!