Mary walked into the Palace of Versailles angrily, and could see soldiers rolling in pain on the ground with their stomachs in their arms. This was undoubtedly Hestein's work. The Count of Ile-de-France took away several powerful guards in the Palace of Versailles, and the large army was guarding the Bastille. No one could stop Hestein at the moment.

The key is that these soldiers were neither injured nor bleeding, and it was just a phantom pain for a while. Even if they wanted to make this big deal, it would not be easy.

In the reception room where the guests were waiting for a while, she indeed saw Hestein. His body was as strong as a bear, and the chairs under him were creaking. He was lowering his head and looking at the ground, and the ground beside him was empty, and it seemed that this time he had not brought any gifts.

"Too much! Hestein! You're too much!"

Mary rushed into the reception room in a furious manner and pointed at Hestein and shouted:

"Did you come to Versailles so much if you want to? I want..."

"What are you going to do?"

Hestein raised his head, and a cold light shot out of his eyes immediately. Mary was so scared that she took several steps back. Mary blushed in anger. She said "I want it" several times, and finally she said one sentence:

"When my brother comes back, you will be beautiful!"

"Wait for the Earl of France to come back?" Hestein stared at Mary meaningfully, "No wonder I have been waiting for so many days but I have no use to see others. In other words, he is not in Versailles at all?"

Mary immediately realized that she had said the wrong thing. The fact that the Count of Ile de France was not in Versailles was absolutely confidential. Mary had only disclosed this to Ella, and Ella naturally would not disclose the information to Hestein, the "trick" who was "in trouble", so Hestein was not aware of it so far.

"This... can also refer to returning to this reception room, because he hasn't been here for a long time, so coming here should also be called returning..."

"Don't try to explain." Another voice rang aside with a smile, "The Bastille has been besieged for so long, Miss Mary, you have personally gone to the battlefield. The Earl of Ile-de-France has not appeared yet. Everyone knows what happened."

Mary then noticed that there was another person next to Hestein today. Compared to Hestein, he was a little thinner, but his body was still quite strong. He did not have the pirate bandit like Hestein. He was well-dressed, sitting in a straight posture, and his every frown and smile was just right, revealing the etiquette of a nobleman. At the same time, his eyes were a bit majestic and had a kingly demeanor.

"Knight King! Why did you go to Versailles with this pirate?"

"I didn't force myself to enter Versailles." Alfred replied with a smile, "I just walked behind the Hero King. There was no one to receive or stop him from coming in. I sat here for a long time, and there was not even a person who served tea and water."

"Nonsense! When you come in behind this pirate, the soldiers are all knocked down by this pirate. Isn't that no one stops or receives them?"

"So?" said Alfred, "Can I give me some water now? I'm a little thirsty. I can't talk about what's next without drinking water."

"Then I want a cup, too." Hestein said from the side.

Mary had no choice but to angrily command Josephine: "Give them some water they can drink!"

"Just" means to scoop two glasses of water from the fish pond and add nothing. After getting the water cup, Alfred frowned and put the water cup aside. Hestein didn't mind at all and drank the water in one sip.

"So, what's the matter?" Mary said angrily, "You can't just come and drink a glass of water, right?"

"The Bastille has been besieged for several days," Alfred said slowly, "Do you need support from Great Britain?"

"From your support?"

Mary stared at Alfred for a long time.

"Don't think I'm easy to cheat. My brother told me that Britain is the enemy of the Allemany Federation. The Knights' strategy is to disrupt the Allemany Federation. You can't help us."

"It seems that the Count of Ile-de-France is not as unbearable as the legendary ones." Alfred smiled, "He was right, but it is precisely because of this that I will ask you to help you now."

"Why?"

"Because you are about to lose. I don't like the Duke of Aquitaine more than the Earl of Ile France. The Count of Ile France is a harmless tortoise, while the Duke of Aquitaine is a dangerous jackal."

"What's the matter with the Duke of Aquitaine?"

"Don't you know yet? My spies sent me the information a few days ago. These waves of chaotic troops were incited by the Duke of Aquitaine. The Duke of Aquitaine's headquarters will soon arrive at the Bastille. At that time, the enemy troops besieged the city will increase by several levels in terms of quantity and elite strength. You are afraid that you can't defend it."

As he said, Alfred held his chin and looked at Mary with a smile:

"I don't make any excessive demands. As long as I agree to form an alliance with us, I will mobilize the British troops to help you. How about it?"

At the same time, a group of guests were welcomed at the besieged camp outside the Bastille. They were not many, but they broke into the camp unscrupulously, pushed all the soldiers who came up to interrogate, and even grabbed a soldier and beat him wantonly.

"Stop! If you don't stop, don't blame me for attacking you!"

A shout came, and the red female swordsman stood in front of them, glaring at the rude guests:

"Duke of Aquitaine! Even if you send the letter in advance, this place is also an army, and you can't come at will!"

"The wrong one is your soldier. As a civilian, you actually want me to disarm your weapons. It's ungrateful." The Duke of Aquitaine "hum" a little bit. But he still had some respect for the female swordsman, "You are Luka, right? I know you, a declining nobleman, did a good job. This time your performance is enough to get a title and territory again. Now, let your army retreat, and the Bastille will be handed over to my people to siege."

“I’m sorry for refusal.”

"Reject?" The Duke of Aquitaine seemed a little unbelievable. "You figure out that my army is more elite than you, and I will siege the city faster. And aren't our purposes the same?"

"Same? What is your purpose?"

"Turn away the Abrahamic Church that brought disaster, and abolish the Earl of the Isle of France who allowed the Abrahamic Church to preach in the territory." The Duke of Aquitaine stared at Luka's eyes, "and then he raised the backbone of the Almani people, avenged the pirate kingdom, avenged the Seven Hills Empire, avenged Great Britain, and avenged the Tianfang Empire!"

"It's basically the same, but my goal is two more than you."

Luka glanced at the soldier who was beaten on the ground and raised his sword to respond to the Duke of Aquitaine:
Chapter completed!