Chapter 83: Small separation is better than wedding

The messengers who accepted the orders of Prince Masimilke set off for Stockingtonshire day and night. They took the flag representing the royal family and obtained horses and supplies at the noble territory stations along the way, so they were very fast. When they arrived in Stockingtonshire, they happened to meet Schwab and his Eagle Warriors back to the territory. The Eagle Warriors soldiers carrying a large amount of supplies and property were welcomed by the people of Stockingtonshire. They looked at the mighty team with envious expressions.

The team, the heroic and energetic mercenaries walked in the forefront of the team wearing colorful cutouts, and they held their heads up to accept the welcome from the people. Some girls were enthusiastic about these magnificent and bulging mercenaries. They boldly hugged the young men they liked and kissed them enthusiastically. This scene made Schwab feel as if he had seen an ancient European oil painting, and suddenly many petals sprinkled from the castle. These petals landed on the earth with fragrance, floating in the middle of the victorious army.

"Mr. Earl, oh~~~." Many people expressed great welcome to this monarch who brought victory from the lowlands. Victory, glory, and wealth are what the people desire most, and the leader who can bring everything is undoubtedly the most popular.

"My monarch, I finally hope you back." Schwab rode his horse and walked into his castle surrounded by his followers. Old Lauke led the palace members to wait here.

"Have there been any changes in the territory recently?" Schwab nodded to Lao Lauke and others, and then walked into his lord's hall. The servants piled firewood high in the fireplace in the hall. The flames made the whole hall very warm. The ground was covered with a lot of hay, making the ground not wet at all.

"Everything went very well, especially when the news of your victory in the Lowlands came, your prestige spread throughout the kingdom, and no one would challenge your authority under your fame." Old Laugh reported to Schwab.

"That's good. This welcome ceremony was very good. Was it your idea?" Schwab sat comfortably on the wooden chair. This entry ceremony made the soldiers of the Eagle Warriors feel the friendship of the Stockingshire people to them, which made them more integrated into the entire group.

"This, this is Miss Adele's idea." Old Lauke said.

"Adele?" Schwab looked at Adele in surprise. She was always careful not to expose herself to people's gaze.

"Sir, I heard that you almost suffered an enemy attack in the Lowland Territory. Is this a matter of this?" Srick appeared in front of Schwab like a ghost. He frowned and felt unhappy at Schwab using the reason he trained for an apprentice, but did not bring him with him.

"Is this true? However, your news is still as sensible as ever." Schwab picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the hot ale with red tongs and the hot ale. The ale in her mouth tasted just right.

"Why don't you bring me with you? If you bring me with me, this would definitely not happen." Srick was Schwab's court spy leader. After Schwab had a falling out with the Duke of Hanrowe's family, he never stepped down because Schwab found that he was too dependent on Srick's intelligence network, so he did not take him to the battle this time, but he almost killed him.

"Sorry, but you know what happened between me and Duke Han Ruowei. Now I am the royal military adviser. Are you still planning to be loyal to me?" Schwab said to Srick. Others could only stand quietly on this sensitive topic.

"This is two different things. I work for you now, and you should trust me." Srick said.

"Why? If you can no longer choose a real loyalist between the Duke and me, then your wrong information may kill my entire legion." Schwab wanted to force Srick to choose a real loyalist. A person who was half-hearted was unbelievable, so Schwab would rather not use it.

"Don't worry, Count, when His Highness the Princess asked me to work for you, His Highness the Princess had already made me swear to be loyal to you, so you have no need for this worry at all." Srick shrugged and said.

"Your Highness Princess?" Schwab didn't expect His Highness Princess to do this. The beautiful figure appeared in his mind. He sighed. If he could, he would not want to owe the princess a favor, because Schwab himself was not sure whether he would deal with the Han Ruowei family one day.

"Sir Earl, the envoy of His Highness the Prince has arrived." At this moment, the attendants reported that a group of envoys carrying royal flags came to Schwab's castle.

"Oh? Your Highness, the envoy he sent?" Schwab didn't understand why Prince Masimirk, who had obviously neglected him, suddenly sent an envoy.

When the messenger conveyed the order to Schwab, Schwab fell into deep thought. The first thing he thought was whether this would be a trap, a trap to transfer himself from his territory and army, because when the mercenaries of the Eagle Warriors returned to Stockingshire, they would pass a door crossed by two spears, which indicated that they would freely leave the army and wait for the next summon.

"Sir, what do you think?" Srick seemed to know that Schwab and the royal family were not happy, so he asked first.

"What should I do? I'm going to rest first." Schwab stood up, took off his armor and threw it to the new attendant, because William had been transferred to the Husar cavalry as Baron Coro's deputy, as William was excellent in the Battle of the Lowlands.

"Rest? Now?" Srick didn't know what Schwab was thinking. This bizarre behavior made the intelligence leader who was good at analyzing intelligence find it inexplicably strange.

"Ah, I'm so exhausted, this day after day journey." When Schwab returned to his room and lay on the soft bed stuffed with goose feathers, the mattress embroidered with exquisite embroidery revealed the noble identity of the owner.

"Master Earl?" At this time, a graceful figure appeared in Schwab's room. When the wonderful sound sounded, Schwab half sat up.

"Adele is you." Schwab saw Adele wearing a narrow waist skirt, and slowly walked to the bed and sat down. He looked at the woman with almost half of her breasts, smelling the natural fragrance emitted by the woman's body. Schwab, who had not touched a woman for a long time, couldn't help it. He stepped forward and hugged Adele's slender waist and kissed her hair. Adele seemed to have abandoned all the constraints. Unconsciously, they had less and less clothes on their bodies. The entire bedroom was filled with the sound of gasping between men and women, and the sound of unsatisfied kisses.

"Ah, Lord Earl, I really miss you very much." Adele hugged Schwab's head and kissed deeply. She endured the pain of separation that was the most unbearable thing for her. She hugged Schwab hard and seemed to squeeze him into her body and would never be separated again.

"Ah, too, I am a damn war." Schwab seemed to be attracted by Adele's passion and skillful skills, and was threatened by death all the time on the battlefield, which made him use the most primitive sexual impulses as a medicine to forget all this. Love and desire are gradually blurred in his mind. Maybe he loved Adele, but more seemed to be controlled by desire.

When Schwab and Adele resisted their lingering relationship, the other court members seemed to be worried about how to deal with the royal orders. Most of them thought it was a conspiracy of the royal family, and most of this way of thinking was influenced by the bald guy Otto.

"We fought to the death to capture the territory, but how did the royal family treat us? Not only did they not reward us, they also sent a bullshit general to try to take away our spoils and wish his soul to hell." Bald Otto waved a ham in his hand and held a wine glass in one hand, telling the surrounding court members about the unfair treatment he encountered in the lowland territory. Others who heard it shook their heads repeatedly.

"We thought that for such a great contribution, the royal family should give us some territory as rewards." Baron Coro also said with great utmost importance.

"So those great nobles are unreliable. We should plan for ourselves more than fight for them." Others came to the conclusion that they were mostly nobles and merchants in Stockingshire, and for them Schwab's powerful force should make profits for Stocking.

"That's right."

"But, our monarch is a royal adviser after all, and now he has a bad relationship with the Duke of Han Ruowei family. It would be easy to deal with it if it was just one party, but they might not be a blessing for us at the same time." Baron Liugudi said with a frown.

"So, what should I do?"

"What should I do?" There were continuous noises in the hall, but the palace members could not reach a conclusion. They had to wait patiently for Schwab's final decision, and gradually dissipated without any help. They agreed to continue the issue the next morning.

When the second day of the dynasty meeting came, the palace members came to the lord's hall in an orderly manner. They waited patiently for Schwab's arrival. They did not wait long. Schwab, dressed in noble clothes, walked into the hall quickly. Behind him was a servant holding some utensils, and two mercenary guards. The colorful cut clothes were bright and dazzling, attracting the attention of the nobles.

"I decided." Schwab stood on the steps and looked at the nobles who listened carefully to his orders, "Hold a knight competition."
Chapter completed!