December in Debans may not be as cold as Cainescu, but it is still bitterly cold. This winter www.biquge.info the vast areas of Iberia were noticeably colder than usual. As a result of the defeat at the beginning of the year, a large number of young and middle-aged laborers were lost in vain in the senseless war of aggression, and more than a dozen counties that participated in the invasion of Farensi suffered a poor harvest.

Even the royal capital was experiencing a shortage of food supplies, and the new king, Ofrite III, was having a headache over the issue, pacing back and forth in the palace.

"Isn't there any news of the grain rushing to the south?" The king stopped.

"Not yet, Your Majesty." The Prime Minister of Iberia replied resignedly.

"That old guy in Numancia is really a bully."

"Yes, yes, when Your Majesty gets through the difficulties, you must ask him for his guilt." Zai corresponds to the harmony.

"Anything else?" Exhausted, Ofrite sat back on his throne, but immediately jumped up again, "It's cold, it's damned!" Burn the fire for me! This hellish weather is against me. ”

"Count Stefano of Osasuna has a plan to solve the current food problem." The Prime Minister plucked up the courage to hand over a letter.

"Read it to me." The cold did not make the king want to take his hands out of his warm pockets.

His general meaning was this: the county of Lazarammaker should stock up on enough grain, because it was spring all year round, and crops could be grown almost all year round. So His Majesty could send food there, and it is said that William Grant fled there as well. ”

"County of Lazarammakerk?" The king apparently did not have this concept.

"Yes, Your Majesty may not have heard of this official title. However, His Majesty of Wyvern Valley must have heard of it, it is the county of Lazaramek. The prime minister explained.

"Oh, I see. So does that Count Stefano have any requests? "Overwrit wasn't completely incompetent, at least he was well aware of the nature of the lords of his country.

"That's what he said in his letter, he was willing to share his Majesty's worries, take on the arduous task of raising food for His Majesty, and take this opportunity to capture the thief William Grant in one fell swoop."

"By the way, expand your territory, won't you?" Ofrite sarcastically dismissed.

"Your Majesty......" the prime minister bowed his head deeply.

"Okay, okay. These words are superficial for me, and the real purpose may be to see which beautiful lady of the Lazarammaker family has taken a fancy to. "Let him do it, and tell him that if I can raise the food I need, not only me, but the government of the kingdom will completely forget about the existence of the administrative unit of the county of Lazaramec." You go down and write back to him, draft a letter of appointment, and give him whatever official position you want, and you don't need us to pay for it anyway. Well, wait a minute, William Grant must be captured and sent back to Debbins. ”

"Wechen will do it." The prime minister humbly retreated.

Overwhelm saw off her prime minister and sat back on her throne thoughtfully. How he envied this position at the beginning, and when he really sat down now, he understood the hardships of his father's generation. But he did not regret or be discouraged, and he was confident that he could finally rule Iberia better. This spirit is the inheritance of the Ginola family.

For Ofritte, food shortages and the Marquis Juan Sánchez of Numancia were not his real concerns, and what now haunted him was a feeling of loneliness. He had no reliable ministers around him, and he had few resources to use except for General Garcia, who had fought with the previous kings. Take the position of prime minister as an example, originally Ofriet repeatedly told his teacher Suarez when he was the crown prince that as long as he became the king, the prime minister would be Suarez. But this important staff officer under Ferdinand III left without saying goodbye. The current prime minister, who had looked down on him before, just couldn't find a better one than him.

In terms of the army, although General Garcia is also a qualified commander, compared to the ambition in Ofriet's heart, this is still not enough for a veteran figure. The young king took a fancy to William Grant, but he didn't understand why William couldn't sacrifice for him and bear the blame for the defeat, and when he became king, he would definitely use him again. It was not too late, and as long as William Grant humbly swore allegiance to him, he would have been happy to accept such a courtier.

"Everyveret III was proud of his ambitions, and as a teenager he enjoyed reading about the history of the expansion of the Yartikat Empire, and he was a fervent admirer of the Empire's founding fathers. dreams of one day being able to make a career like his idol and sweep the entire continent. He had always believed that he was not lacking in that ability, an opinion he had never doubted until his death. However, he never realized that as a sovereign, he lacked the charisma to attract talent. What's more, the history books of the Yartikat Empire have firmly limited his vision to death, and he can't see clearly that the pattern of the continent is no longer what it was six hundred years ago. In other words, it is precisely because of this that Ofrett III blinded the people of insight to hope and prospects. —The Monarchs of the Age of the War God, Jamie Yelloo.

"Go and get General Garcia here, I'm going to discuss something important with him." Now the King of Iberia stood up, adding another handful of wood to the fire of ambition burning in his heart.

Okay, now let's turn our attention to characters that haven't been cared about for a long time.

The weather in Kaunescu was actually not much better than in Debens, where sleet fell intermittently for a whole week, and the haze of the sky was sometimes a reflection of man's elusive fate, but it could not infect the mood of those who were immersed in happiness.

Eucaris stood quietly at the window, looking out into the street, something that would have been almost impossible for her before. At that time she was the darling of the entire Casonescu upper class, and she could laugh at them and play them with her. But now she doesn't have that in mind at all.

As a dusty woman, Eucaris has nothing to complain about her current life. Although it is not as beautiful as before, it is no longer sought after by many men, and life cannot be as luxurious as before, but what does it matter? She now has a lover, a lover who can be said to be perfect—Mathera Imnast. A man who is not very good-looking, a man who doesn't know how to talk nicely, a man who can't spend a lot of money for her; But a man who saw her as a part of his life, a man who could tolerate her debauchery past, a man who knew how to warm himself with the heat of his powerful arms and chest.

"Knock-knock-" Eugaris had a long-awaited knock at the door.

The maid who had dozed off in the small hall immediately woke up, and she knew the importance of coming.

"Rose—" The mistress shouted in the back room.

"Got it, miss, I'll go open the door." The maid answered as she walked to the door.

“？” When the maid opened the door, she found that the person was not the one she had expected.

"Is this Miss Eugaris's residence?" The young man at the door asked.

"Yes, that's right. Who are you? ”

"I am a subordinate of General Wing Mnast, and Your Excellency has asked me to visit Miss Eugaris."

"Rose, who's here? What are you rubbing? "The hostess began to feel displeased.

"It's a man sent by Lord Mazarel," replied the maid in a loud voice to the back room.

"Then invite him in."

"Come in, it's cold outside."

"Excuse me." The young non-commissioned officer walked into the house.

"Give me the coat, and you can go in and see Miss." The maid closed the door and skillfully took off the snow-stained coat for the non-commissioned officer, "Come in." Seeing that the non-commissioned officer was still hesitant, he urged again.

"Thank you." After the young non-commissioned officer finished speaking, he knocked on the door of the back room.

"Please come in, don't be inhibited." There was eagerness in Eugaris's voice.

"Good afternoon, Miss Eucaris."

"Good afternoon, do you have any news for me?"

"Lord Mazarel has been to Parelo on official business, and he will not be back until a while, and he is afraid that you will be worried, so he sent me a letter." The non-commissioned officer said and began to look for letters from his body, "Ah, here. ”

"Let me see." Eucaris hurriedly took the bound parchment roll from the visitor's hand.

"If you don't have anything to order, I'll retire first."

"I'm sorry for you, go get busy." Eugaris's attention was completely focused on the paper.

Before leaving, the non-commissioned officer who delivered the letter couldn't help but observe his boss's lover curiously for a while, and there were many rumors about it in the barracks. The woman in front of him had a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth all the time, and her emerald eyes should have been full of * seduction, but now they were shining, making her look energetic; The curves of the face are soft and delicate, and it should have been wearing a mask of sophistication and hypocrisy, but now it is easy to be happy or sad for every word in the letter, and it looks like a little girl who has just fallen in love. The non-commissioned officer put away his curiosity and decided that when he drank at night, he would definitely show off what he had seen today to his companions, and in addition, he could make a name for himself and his respected superior. With a blessing to the mistress of the house, the non-commissioned officer left quietly. Of course, the hostess who paid close attention to the letter did not notice his departure.

Eugaris unfolded the letter with trembling hands and glanced at it cursoryly, the handwriting she was familiar with. She struggled to calm herself down to prevent missing a single word of the letter due to her agitated emotions. The letter reads as follows:

To my favorite Yuka (Eugaris's nickname):

By the time you receive this letter, I'm already on my way to Parello. I'm sorry, but I won't be able to be with you for more than a month.

Don't worry about me, I'm only going to Parelo for a little thing, because it's not worth bothering the Dragoon Chief, who is my father, of course, so I've sent me out.

I may stay in Parelodoro for a while, all for the sake of our future. As I have mentioned to you before, I inherited a few estates from my grandfather, and one of them was on the outskirts of Parello. I'm going to find a good buyer there and exchange the land there for the royal capital. Remember the place where we went on an outing the other day? The beautiful woods on the shores of Lake Nancival, you love it. I have already inquired about its owner, and it is a kind old man. It seemed that he didn't really care about the land, so he promised me a good price. In my estimation, the property in Parelona is more than enough for the woods and a brand new two-story waterfront villa.

We can also hire someone to build us a small boat in the future. When the sun sets, in the golden twilight, we can drive it to watch the sunset. If it's a sunny night at the same time, we can also eat dinner on it while enjoying the bright moonlight.

We can raise something like a bunny that always pleases ladies, or maybe you like a bunch of wobbly ducks and a few snow-white goats. Of course, I didn't expect to bring back my beloved mount as well, just kidding.

I'm not going to build a fence for the house, the hedges should be better, plant a big tree in the yard and sprinkle some grass so that the children will not lack a place to play in the future. I'm not very good at carpenters, but I think it's okay to hang a swing and build a treehouse for them.

Having said all this, it's all my self-righteous thoughts, I don't know what you think about it? I feel ashamed that I didn't upset you by doing so much, and that I never bought you anything. If you have any new ideas about this, send me a letter, just find the man I sent, he is my faithful friend.

Finally, and most importantly, I almost forgot. Eucaris, please do not worry about the realization of the good prospects I have described, and mention it to my father as soon as I return from Parello. I think he'll agree, I'm not his favorite child, maybe in some ways he won't embarrass me.

Please believe in my love for you at all times.

Love your Mazarel forever

December 17th

Eugaris read the letter with difficulty, and she pressed the paper gently to her chest, as if to warm her heart with the enthusiasm that filled it. Mazarel, who gave the rough impression of a shy big boy, quickly transformed into a man to rely on in the few months he spent with her. What is the magic of love; Or if he was originally such a character, only not to be hidden by his baby face, Eugaris did not know.

"Rose, bring me a knife, a pen, and ink." Eucaris decided to write back to her lover immediately.

The maid quickly brought in what her master had pointed out, and Eugaris took it and sent her away, and sat down alone to reply to Mathare. She carefully scraped off the parchment with a knife, and she scraped so slowly that she could barely bear to let the vivid handwriting disappear from her eyes. But parchment was more expensive than silver, and now was the time to save money in the future, and she could not afford to pay for it. Before she accepted Mazarel's love, she thought it was just another game, and that losing hope on Sogrande's side would be a shortcut to her loss of relief from that disgusting life. But she was wrong, and Mazarel's enthusiasm gave her hope, and although the road may be full of thorns, Masarel convinced her that they could overcome them.

It cannot be said that Eugaris did nothing for the future of the two, she sold her carriage, sold the expensive Parmis tapestries, sold almost everything in luxury. With this savings, Eugaris paid off most of her debts, thinking that in this way she would be able to break with the past once and for all. She will be reborn in the arms of Mazarel, and she will be his good wife and mother, creating a warm little family for him.

What a beautiful future it is, Eucaris wrote back intermittently, and the continuous rain and snow outside the window seemed to her to be just a winter reverie. "To my beloved Mazarel, Eugaris who will always be yours," she finally wrote the inscription with satisfaction after some hard thinking.

Just as she was looking at her masterpiece with satisfaction, there was another knock on the door, "Rose, go open the door and see who's coming?" ”

The maid outside didn't answer, and Eucaris just wanted to scold her, only to remember that she had sent her out. So she had to go and open the door for the visitors herself. After carefully rolling the parchment and happily kissing the paper, Eugaris almost jumped to open the door outside.

"Good afternoon, may I ask you......" Eucaris opened the door and looked up at the visitor, suddenly losing the courage to finish speaking.

"Good afternoon, Miss Eucaris."